Exploring the BDSM scene: The hidden slave
September 12, 2007 by London Spengler
If you didn’t, I suggest you to read the introduction here.
We talked a bit through IM, meeted, spend a nice time talking and, at the end, we agreed I could give it a try to slavery while keeping it as a secret, so my vanilla SL life wasn’t affected. Instead of the classical collar, I buyed the scripts and animations and put them a bracelet.
I choosed to be a french maid, mainly because it was part of my erotic imaginery after a theatre act I had seen as a teenager (Ninette y un señor de Murcia) and allways liked the chokers, at least the virtual ones, since they are uncomfortable in RL (btw, I am thinking about buying the skin whose demo I am wearing on the picture, what do you think about it?).
Soon the fun of the uniform weared off and it was only that, a dress. But the sex was great; in fact, it was the first (and by now, last) sex-only based relation of my life, and uncovered an incredible stream of lust that I didn’t knew I had.
I cannot insist enought in the little importance the kink had. There was a little dressing fetish, a lot of kneeling and lashed walking, the classical talking in third person, and little more. But it was exhilarating not to decide when and how, to simply stay there, feeling desirable, and suddenly be required and use my imagination and horniness in the choosed scene. Even if we used the slave tag, I “simply” was what Lillie calls a submissive top.
Of course, being a reader of english erotic stories helped a lot with the cybering, even if I am sad to admit that my vocabulary isn’t as good as it should; I usually have to struggle between what my spanish mind whould like to tell, and what my english one can express. Even more, virtual sex needs much more imagination that the physical one, since phrases wear off in a way bodies doesn’t. Another problem is I’ve always thinked that faking orgasms is a way of cheating, even virtual ones, so trying to masturbate and achieve it each time didn’t help to get some rest.
At the end I had little free time and felt tired at all hours, and when my Mistress dissapeared for a pair of weeks I took it like a kind of holidays. But holidays or not, my SL work wasn’t interesting anymore and I leaved it, and later my vanilla life crashed for motives that hadn’t nothing to do with my other lifestyle, but with the lose of my true first SL love, a platonic relation that had been going for months.
It was devastating and I decided to kill my virtual self. Crying, transfered as much of my inventory as I could to London, my working alt, removed my old account (btw, it takes months to LL to definitly delete an account) and tried to start again. But London had no soul and I had no strentgh left, so I leaved SL for six months, until the tentation was too great… and then, free at last from my vanilla image, I comed back to my old Mistress, had a pretty big row where both of us accused each other of leaving the other without a word and, at the end, I decided to give full time slavery a try.
Submissiveness was an interesting little experiment. Even while actively concentrating in please somebody, giving up the control removes a lot of social pressure in a relation. My months of slavery where totally different, in a lot of senses.
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