Yet another Second Life blog...

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  Mistress looked me up and down. Her eyes making sure everything about me was perfect before sending me off to be with Mistress Nina for another two weeks. Standing there in a mock schoolgirl outfit, midriff showing, knee high socks and an all to short skirt with no panties. "Well girl at least she requested you to be dressed this time around. Last time she took you completely naked." I grinned a little remembering that visit. "Yes Mistress it is nice to be walking out with clothing on this time." She then moved up close getting right up against me. Her hand slipping up under my skirt as I felt her fingers rubbing over my pussy. Shuddering a bit at the sensation I bit my lower lip and let out a soft moan. "Well I will certainly be missing you while you are gone. As will your sister and Loverboy." Her lips then pressed against mine and she kissed me deeply, our tongues swirling together for a moment as I felt her slip two fingers inside of me. Moaning into...

  If you're not doing piss play of some sort then you are missing out. I always urge everyone to give watersports a try. Trust me it doesn't take long until you feel the desire for that hot stream all the time.

 "So, I'm going to be a whore now? I thought I was your simply your sub?" Mistress just smiled. "You are my sub and you will do as I say. Besides you were getting fucking whoever I told could have you, just now they are going to be paying to fuck you." I gave a little shrug, "Okay, that's true. At least I'll be getting paid now, the extra money will be nice." Her laugh was almost immediate, "Oh no my dear little one. You won't be making any money, I will. They'll be paying me so they can fuck you.  "Well that hardly seems fair." I stammered. "Who said anything about fair? Darling you took my collar, you agreed to be my property by your own will. I provide for you and I make all decisions for you. That is your life now." She reached down and gently placed her hand on the side of my face and smiled. "That is what you wanted is it not?" I rubbed my head against her hand, every touch from her was something...

  I let out a squeal as I struggled in the restraints. My asshole felt like it was on fire. The stinging almost more than I could bear. If Sis hadn't tied me down so well I would have broken free and ran. But then there was the sudden pop of relief. My asshole clenched back down onto itself, no longer on the brink of tearing and I could feel the object inside of me. Huge and stretching me still yet only deeper in my ass. "Well that's the first one," I heard Mistress say as she gave the string a tug and I could feel it pull within me. "Never thought we were going to get that first ball in. They're the size of apples." I was now gasping for breath, sweat rolling off my forehead. She left me ungagged because she loved the noises I made when I was in pain. "These are the biggest anal beads I've ever seen, where did you find them?" Sis was now holding my ass cheeks apart with her hands looking at the heavy string now hanging out of me. "Cus...

 "Now dear there is no need to pout. It's not that bad of a nickname." Mistress was trying to be soothing and consoling. She was really good at that. "Yes it is. Of all the nicknames I didn't really want that one." But I wasn't having it, I was still upset.  "Well it is one you sort of earned you must admit." "Earned? I've sucked lots of dick but I don't get a nickname for that. I eat ass without hesitation, but I don't get a nickname for that. I let you whore me out all the time and I don't get a nickname for that." I stammer back. "Well actually my clients to call you 'that tight little cum dumpster' quite often so that is sort of a nickname. "Yeah well I finally get a nickname. I mean I've done all sorts of stuff to earn one and never did." I turn and look at her with my eyes wide. "But I get fucked by one dog and suddenly I'm 'Doggy Fucker' just like that!" "Now...

  In a future after society collapsed and reformed itself in the worst way possible. Slavery and ownership of others is once again a normal thing. Except now they are kept in metal collars that are hooked directly into the nervous system. These allow the owners complete physical control over their slaves bodies. The amount of restriction they are under is shown in via a light emitted across the front. Green for being 'safe' and under tighter control, Red for being allowed more freedom and potentially 'unsafe'. Collared slaves are used for everything from physical labor, extremely dangerous jobs and even for sexual gratification. If the collar is ever removed the shock to their system kills the wearer. Once you are a slave, you can never be anything else.  The story begins in June. It will not be for the feint of heart, the easily offended or the prude.