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Cold shower

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on December 1, 2009 by Yasmin Heartsdale

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.

In Search of Immortality

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 17, 2009 by Yasmin Heartsdale

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.