Cold shower

So, I went dancing with my lovely wife Teyonas tonight.  We took in the nightly event at Out Skirts.  Chatted to some good friends.  Teased each other.  Flirted.  At times, shamelessly.

Afterwards, we both returned home, and to tease Tey a bit further, to really build up the anticipation, I lock her feet in the serious shackles in the tight posture.  I then lock her hands in a u-shape, also serious shackles.  Then, for kicks, I lock on a dildo gag, in case any tormentors wish to ride my wife’s lovely face.

As usual, I set three hour timers, and leave the keys, in case any captors wish to take my wife away and play with her more “in-depth”.  Of course, I remove all of my wife’s controls.  She doesn’t know her would be captor’s name, can’t see locations, can’t fly, the works.

Now, those of you that know me and Teyonas, know this gets Tey hotter than hellfire.  She’s usually soaked before I even leave the keys.  She’s whimpering, squirming, squeezing her thighs together, dying to be used, so she can tell me about it as I use her later.

So, I teleport away, take a few minutes to rez, make sure the locale is dark and mysterious, in an obscure spot, then summon her, and leave.  This particular night, I choose Estate Obscure.  Its a large area, lots of exploration, and the potential for any number of Dominants to  be lurking about, waiting to pounce on a helpless victim.

Seven minutes later, my wife IMs me.  Another sub came across her and released her.  No play.  No teasing.  Just unlocked and left.  The anti-lock and leave you read about in so many of the faint hearted one’s limits/picks these days.  Cause that’s what it is.  The reverse of a lock and leave.  And as equally anti-climatic.

I think there should be a law in SL.  If you don’t intend to use the person, or have no clue what to do with the person, or hell, for that matter, are submissive, keep your hands off!

No point to this post.  Just me ranting.  To the person that released my wife, thanks for effectively pouring cold water over our night.

If you could see me now…

Those of you close to me know that I hold a great disdain for cancer.  It is my mortal enemy.  It takes those closest to me, and never comes to my door to fight me face to face.  I should consider this a blessing.  Cancer has not stepped foot directly in my house, yet it picks off those around me.

Today, I lost an aunt.  Actually, to call her an aunt is almost an insult.  She is more of a second mother.  It was a long and hard fought battle.  If there is any justice, it is knowing that she is in a better place, and at peace.

Our prayers have all been answered
I’ve finally arrived
The healing that had been delayed
Has now been realized
No one is in a hurry
There are no schedules to keep
We’re all enjoying Jesus
Just sitting at his feet

If you could see me now
I’m walking streets of gold
If you could see me now
I’m standing tall and whole
You’d know I’ve seen his face
If you could only see me now
You wouldn’t want me to ever
Leave this place

My light and temporary trials
Have worked out for my good
To know it brought Him glory
When i misunderstood
Though we’ve had our sorrows
They can never compare
What Jesus has in store for us
No language can ever share

If you could see me now
I’m walking streets of gold
If you could see me now
You wouldn’t ever want me to 
Leave this Place

I love you and you will be missed.

Thanks to all my friends and Family in SL that have been by my side throughout my aunt’s illness.

If you too have lost someone to cancer and want to share it with a grief counselor, or just someone in general, or want a quiet moment within SL to reflect, or are interested in finding out how you can help contribute to the fight against this damned disease, and that’s what it is…damned, then feel free to drop in at http://slurl.com/secondlife/American%20Cancer%20Society/60/129/51

Hug someone you love in RL today.  Hell, hug them every day you can.

Narrowing the Search

If you’ve kept up with my blog, you know the Family recently dropped the sim who’s name has been removed from our vocabulary as our home away from home.

Since then, it seems we have narrowed the field to two sims as possible replacements, both with equal attraction and merits.  This post pertains to one of those sims.

Out Skirts of Town.  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Funk%20Rush/228/233/25

A cute little sim dominated by two clubs.  One is a strip club and the other, the one pictured, is a cozy little getaway where events occur nightly, usually between 8 and 10 pm SL time, sometimes 7 and 9 pm, and the themes are as wacky as the regulars.

Out Skirts is a sexy, flirty, fun and underground dance club for TG’s and their friends and admirers.  So, if this crowd isn’t your crowd, stay away.  If you’re not uptight and can use a night of fun, laughs, jokes and just good wholesome conversation, then stop by.  Tell the owner, Plato, that some crazy bitch named Yasmin sent you.

I think what may have attracted us the most here is the complete absence of bdsm or the need to grab keys, hide keys, make keys, etc.  Its been a while since we found such a relaxed atmosphere.  Maybe several of us are burned out on the whole bdsm thing.  Could we be evolving?  Taking a mild break?  Who knows.  I do sense more on this as we progress though.

On the flip side, the other sim that has come up several times in Family discussion is being explored heavily by Dio, the head of the Euro Brat Division, and my sexy sultry neighbor, Tania Owatatsumi.  This sim is Estate Obscure.  To be fair, I’ve not spent nearly enough time exploring Alt’s sim to comment on its attractions, but I plan to do so in the near future so an entry can be dedicated to that locale as well.

I need to say a special thank you to Mistress for introducing me to Out Skirts and its lovely residents.  Oopsie, did I say the M word?  I think I might have just given away the topic of my next post.

A reply to the prior post

This morning, I was graced with the courtesy of an instant message in-world from one of the individuals mentioned in my prior post.  The former owner of the mystery sub we are calling “Nic”.  By grace I mean he took the effort to un-mute me long enough to send me a message, then I am sure he promptly re-muted me.

This post is in reply to his message, and contains a few choice added retorts of my own.

First hon, allow me to thank you for following my blog so religiously.  I do value and appreciate my loyal readers.

As for my memory, it is fine.  I do recall your gift to Yar to help her acquire Yasminia.  I also recall her numerous attempts to repay you for that gift as well as your steadfast refusal to accept payment.  To throw that in my face now says more about your character than it does mine.

As with “the story with Yar” and me “not having the common decency to speak to you”, I did speak to you.  Perhaps your memory is the one that needs fine tuned.  Your last words to me on the topic were “Whatever she wants to do with “Nic” (innocent name inserted by me to protect the innocent) is fine with me.  I wash my hands of it.”  Of course, once Yar did do what she wanted with Nic, you responded by unfriending and banning everyone connected to her, including me.  If anyone had a lack of “common decency” with regard to talking through an issue it would seem to be….*insert drumroll here*….You.

I’m not sure I follow on your threat to blog about me.  From the looks of your current blog page, it seems you’ve forgotten the password to your account, or you’re just a poor communicator.  But hey, feel free to post all you want about me.  If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a noise?  We may never know.

Now, to address what you didn’t mention in your post, since I know you’re watching this site and I’m certainly not muted here.  You are a moron if you think you can talk about me behind my back to my subs and me not hear about it.  So, who was the forgiving friend?  You criticize my technique at putting my Family together and holding them together because you don’t agree with the underlying principles and philosophy that I foster?  Fuck you.  What gives you the right to judge me?  I sincerely do hope Dirk caves on your persistence to buy Stonehaven, so people can truly see what kind of character you possess sweetie.

My final word on this topic altogether, and your criticism of my ability to Domme.  Take a hard look at our Families dear.  Yeah, you know exactly where I’m going with that.  You own thirteen subs, that you KNOW about.  Think about it.

Now, YOU go and have a wonderful life.

You can never go home again

This next post has taken me several attempts to write, and is being published as several people have asked me for an explanation of some recent events.  I attempted to cool off prior to writing this post, but I apologize if I failed and my anger/hurt/sense of betrayal still shines through.  No, wait a minute.  Fuck that.  I apologize for nothing.

On February 1 of this year, I wrote about my home in Second Life, Stonehaven.  As in RL, there comes a time to cut ties and move on.

I recently sent a notice to my Family advising them that they were banned from the three sims making up the area known as Stonehaven until further notice.  Those that know me know this is a first in my Family.  As far as Dommes go, I am very lenient with my girls on where they can play, who they can play with and what nature of games they can play.  The only stipulation is that when I summon, they come.

So, for me to pass down this edict, the underlying issues must be pretty severe.

There exists in Stonehaven two individuals I used to consider very close friends of mine.  People I would have bent over backwards to assist, should it have been asked.

One of the individuals used to own a sub.  For the sake of the innocent and to protect all parties involved, lets call this sub “Nic”.  Nic left this person’s family, and was subsequently collared by one of my Brats.  The individual that used to own this mystery girl we’ll refer to as “Nic” responded by unfriending every person within my Family and I believe my inner circle of friends, as well as banned us from any sim he was an owner of.  This was all done without discussion of any form.  Dominant?  Petulant bitch?  You be the judge.

Nonetheless, I avoided this individual in an effort to let the matter pass hoping that time would cure any ill feelings and we could at a later date calmly and rationally discuss the matter.  It should also be noted that this individual, like myself, was a Warden at Stonehaven at the time of this incident.

Jump forward a few weeks, and I log on one day to discover that I, as well as any of my Family members that were Wardens in Stonehaven, had been “un-Wardened”, for lack of a better term.  This decision was made by the owner of Stonehaven, the second individual referenced to by myself previously.  It has been implied on the blog for Stonehaven that this decision was made as “several of those removed never visited Stonehaven anymore.”

Most of you that know me know I made a concerted effort, almost daily, to walk various members of my Family thru Stonehaven.  Next to my own island, Stonehaven was the most visited sim by myself, as well as several others.

Was our removal from the Warden ranks connected to the first mentioned issue stemming from the sub being collared by one of my Brats?  We’re still referring to her as “Nic” by the way.  To be honest, I don’t know.  What’s more important, I don’t care.  What is important is that I was once told that I would not be removed from the Warden ranks “ever” unless I asked to be.  So, I’m not upset over the possibility that this was the result of collusion between two prior friends.  I’m merely hurt by the betrayal and a broken promise, again without prior notice or discussion.

So, there you go.  My explanation for my actions and the notice sent to my Family.  Do most of you care?  I certainly hope not.  The only people with a real interest in this matter are those that are in my Family.  Am I right for my banning of Stonehaven?  Damn right I am.  Last time I checked, it was ***Yasmin’s*** Brat Pack.  Do people think I have over reacted and blown this matter out of proportion?  No offense, but you have apparently mistaken me for someone that gives a shit.

There’s several good sims within Second Life that will provide us with the break and entertainment away from our own island when we need it.  In time, we’ll find it.  Until then, we’re exploring and finding a lot of potentially promising and playful sims we were unaware of before this matter came to pass.  To be honest, its kind of taken me back to the exploring I did prior to finding Stonehaven.

Impromptu

On October 24, 2008, I had the privilege of leading a wedding ceremony in Second Life that brought together one of my Brats, Diomita, and her own submissive, LayLady, or Jenny as she is known, together in marriage.

Today, one year and four days later, it was my honor to lead in a ceremony in which they re-affirmed their vows.  We originally tried to hold the ceremony on the one year anniversary, but as most of you taking part in the adventure known as Second Life know, Real Life can and does occur.

So, today’s ceremony was impromptu.  It occurred to Dio that a strong majority of the people she wanted present for the ceremony were online, so she called it together.

As I watched how quickly everyone came together to give themselves for a few precious moments in the witnessing of this union, the word impromptu stuck with me.  So, I incorporated it into my opening comments of the ceremony.

We come here to Second Life for fun.  Adventure.  To live out or pursue a fantasy.  Some of us are blessed.  Along the way, we make very close friends.  Some of us are luckier still.  We fall in love.  This love is not planned.  It is not scheduled.  Most times, it is not even expected or sought.  Simply put, love occurs.  It is *impromptu*.

As I smile down at Dio and Jen during their ceremony, and think how they met, lived, loved, and married, I find myself strongly in favor of things impromptu.

By the way, I was asked after the ceremony if I prepared my opening remarks.  I assured that person, as I do my readers, it was very *impromptu*.

Here’s hoping you find what you desire in Second Life.  Good night.

How SL Mirrors RL

With so many of us coming to SL to escape RL and live out various fantasies, I’m often surprised at the number of developments that mirror technology or concepts in RL.

One I didn’t think I would see would be the concept of the assembly line.  Certainly this isn’t needed for the design and manufacture of the items and devices we adore and love.  That’s as simple as rezzing a prim, molding its shape, adding a script, you get the idea.

However, one creative lady has found a delicious way to meld bdsm and, you guessed it, assembly lines.  I’m talking about Noona Tomsen and the Torture & Sex Factory. 

A wicked factory where people feeling a submissive desire begin by sitting on a “tour” poseball.  If they use rlv and have an active relay, they are then promptly stripped and attached to a conveyor belt.  From there they begin their journey along a conveyor system, stopping at each station, some in which visitors to the factory can, for lack of a better term, do a little quality assurance testing.  The end of a tour culminates in a shop, where you can view and/or purchase the devices from the various stations.

All in all, the trip thru the factory takes about 45 minutes.  Do be forewarned, the factory can be a bit violent for the normal SSC player.  Limits will be tested, if not crossed.  The good news, no one station lasts more than four minutes.

At the very least, this is one bdsm themed creation that I feel warrants a look-see.  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lesser%20Farnley/215/115/60

Oh, and as always, Yasmin tested, Yasmin approved.  ; P  Enjoy!

Tuppence Continental

Tuppy.  My sweet little bondage bitch.  I once purchased a cage slave from Mikey Seoung for $300L.  A cute girl named Sub Short.  For whatever reason, it just wasn’t meant to be, and Sub disappeared.

Mikey felt so bad about it, she let me have one of her slaves at the time.  Tuppy.  I think it was a match made in heaven.  Tuppy likes to spend long periods of time locked up.  I like to lock up girls that like to spend long periods of time locked up.

If I were to allow it and RL permitted Tuppy to be online for long stretches at a time, I have no doubt Tuppy could even give Jesse Folland a run for her money.  Those of you that know me and how I feel about Jesse can appreciate this compliment.

Currently, Tuppy has taken up residence in the cage in our slave lounge in Yasminia.  When online, she is the hostess/greeter of the lounge and by proximity, our deck.  If you happen to be lucky enough to see her here, please say hello.  Also, catch her up on events going on within SL.  See, she doesn’t really get out that much……  : )

I love you Tuppy!  Someday I must think of a way to repay Mikey for leading the most exciting cage slut in all of SL into my life.

Sluts v. Subs

Has it really been over a month since my last post?  They say time flies when you’re having fun.  That’s not always true.  Truth is, my RL has gotten more real of late than even I care to admit, and the time I do have to partake in Second Life, I am trying to make the most of it and enjoy it, not necessarily blog about it.

Nonetheless, my increased time spent having fun has had at least one tremendous benefit.  My Family has grown, both in terms of members as well as what I call “Friends of the Family”.  The people that walk thru the doorway of our lighthouse and into the hearts of the Brat Pack constantly amaze me.  Such love, compassion and warmth, is it no wonder some wish they could permanently relocate to SL?

Sadly this is, of course, impossible and RL must be faced, dealt with, overcome.  I don’t offer this as an apology for my delay in entries, rather it is an explanation.

On to the reason for this entry’s title.  Sluts v. Subs.  Sounds like an interesting match up, does it not?

I recently engaged in a scene in SL, one in which I contemplated taking a submissive position.  I’ll pause while everyone exhales from their initial shock. ………….  Done?  Good.

During the course of this scene, something was said that, while it didn’t ruin the scene per se, it was a distraction in that it caused me to dwell too much on the nature of the statement, rather than rolling along with the spirit of the scene.

“You must be submissive because you seem to be a slut.”

Hmmmm….  Okay, first of all, Yasmin Heartsdale NEVER seems to be a slut.  She is one.  Lets get that straight right here and now.  I didn’t join Second Life to practice molding a prim into a fucking flower.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that mind you.  There are some really interesting flower makers in SL, I’m just not one of them.  For the record, most of these flower makers are also sluts.

It is completely acceptable to be a slut and be quite Dominant, if not *almost* completely Dominant.  And before you send me an instant message disagreeing with me Miss *********, stop.  You know damn good and well this applies to you as well.  Slut.

I suppose the nature of this post is something I’ve known all along, just the statement made, even if in the spirit of roleplay, made me dwell on the topic.  And as such, I felt the need to blog about it.  There simply is no correlation between sluttiness and submissiveness.  Some of SL’s biggest sluts aren’t even into bdsm.

You can be Dominant, and be a slut.  You can be submissive, and be a slut.  You can build flowers, and be a slut.  You can be a Linden, and be a ….  Well, perhaps not EVERYone can be a slut.  We do have our standards.

On a non-related note, the island of Yasminia, my home in Mozingo Straits, has a new neighbor.  One of my dearest friends in SL, Tania Owatatsumi, is relocating her island to be next to mine.  Look for it the next time you visit, but understand that since Tania and I are friends, I will be unable to send any rescue parties into her sim after you.  Professional courtesy and what not.

Enjoy, live life, even if its your Second Life, and stop by and say hello.  I promise to try and have another entry before the end of the year.  : )

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In Search of Immortality

As most of you know, I took a “break” from my normal everyday life as Goddess of the Brat Pack and submitted myself to Slave Auction Group, i.e., SAG, for the purposes of an auction.  I have written several blogs about this past week and scrapped them all, for my own reasons, so this entry is going to go off on a bit of a tangent.  Please bear with me.

First and foremost, one comment that does need to be made is a hearty thank you to all of the SAG staff involved in my auction.  Far and away the most enjoyable and relaxing experience I have ever had in an auction, while in Second Life.

Several people have asked me what led to my auction, and its kind of hard to explain without revealing all of my fetishes and kinks, many of which I keep hidden, even from my closest friends.  Suffice to say, one of my major kinks centers around the “unknown”, as in not knowing or having insight into one’s fate.  Before you judge, let me remind you, this is my closet, you are merely the visitor.  Be warned, there be skeletons aplenty here.

To make a long story short, the eventual winner of my auction was one of my own slaves, Valerie.  What most of you don’t know is that Valerie and I have an online relationship going back six years.  As such, my week of “ownership” by Valerie promised to involve several instances of her peeling away layers of my boundaries as well as assuring I had a good time, not only as we explored bdsm, but with non-bdsm activities as well.

Suffice to say, Valerie did not disappoint.  Thank you Valerie, for a lovely week.  I had a *blast*!

Additionally, my Second Life partner, Teyonas, was led into a new area of kink by a dear friend, Ilandere Boa.  From my discussions with many of my friends, Family as well as non-Family, it is evident that Tey grew a bit over the past week, and I look forward to the new avenues that have opened up for her and I.  To Illy, I cannot thank you enough, but that won’t stop me from trying.

Many have sent me messages in-world asking about some of the things Valerie and I engaged in this past week.  As for the adventures we had in bdsm, that is between Valerie and myself as well as the people that were able to participate with us.  To those people able to make time, Valerie and I both thank you and from myself, payback is a bitch.  *wink*  With regard to the activities Valerie and I engaged in not related to bdsm, I am sorry to disappoint, but I am keeping those memories for myself.

I will say that this past week taught Valerie and I both something about ourselves, and what we are to one another.

One of the first submissives I ever undertook to be a Dominant to compared me to the mystical martial arts expert, Youn Wha.  At the time, I dismissed this comparison.  Despite what some may think of me, I am far too humble to accept such a comparison.  Nonetheless, this past week, and the way in which I interacted with Valerie, made me start to wonder if my former submissive’s comparison was not more on the mark than I was willing to acknowledge.

Again, I don’t want to share too much of the agenda Valerie had in store for me this past week, but if you’d like to gain some insight, do some research on Youn Wha.  At the least, her legend is an interesting read and sure to make at least one of my readers tingle.

One of the cornerstones of any martial arts study is the relationship between teacher and student.  Together, they walk a path, overcoming obstacles.  While it is thought that the obstacles are designed to further the education of the student, it is also the teacher that gains knowledge.  They share this path until such time as the path divides, and each must part.  Hmmmmm…..  Kind of describes the relationship between a Dominant and a submissive, does it not?

If the path is traveled properly, the student never forgets the lessons of the teacher.  Hence, the teacher becomes “immortal”.  Not immortal in the physical sense, meaning the teacher physically lives forever.  There is no magical fountain of youth that is discovered.  I mean “immortality”.  The lessons of the teacher are never forgotten by the student, and they are in turn handed down from the student to other people the student meets, and so on.  A never ending cycle.  Even once the teacher passes from this plane, they are never forgotten.

I cannot say when the path Valerie and I are on will part.  I’m pragmatic enough to know that it will.  This past week has shown me that if I manage to connect with every member of my Family, as I have Valerie, then my chances at gaining immortality only increases.  What Dominant doesn’t desire to “live forever” in this sense?

I suppose I knew this, at some level, but recent events have caused me to garner an air of complacency, and this philosophy has drifted considerably from my attitude.  Thank you Valerie for re-awakening my purpose.

As I scan back through this blog, I am even tempted to scrap it for sounding far too deep for my playful nature.  I suppose this past week has just been too intense to fully describe in my normal manner.

Nonetheless, if you’ve the time to commit to a week of good clean fun where you have little worries and are prepared to let someone be the driver of your destiny for a short time, head over to SAG and let them take care of you.  Even if that doesn’t interest you, pop in and check out an auction as a potential buyer.

Who knows, maybe someone will make you immortal.

Either way, check them out for yourself.  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Slave%20Island/67/58/504