sub-burbs

Like any self-respecting geek, I’ve known about Second Life (SL) since its inception.  I’ve never really been inclined to participate, however, because it seemed like a "massively multiplayer" game with all the game removed, all filler and no meat.  During my first 30 minutes exploring the world, I realized how wrong I was.

Of course, it also didn’t take more than 30 minutes to accidentally stumble into SL’s vast and diverse BDSM community.

Mistress Trecia has been a member of SL for some time now and told me about her dream to have her own virtual estate, complete with castle and a stable of boys to bend to her every whim.  With my technical and artistic bents, I figured a fitting tribute to Mistress would be to use my talents make her dream come true and started learning about what makes SL tick.

After about a week of poking around, Mistress asked me to give her a tour of the spots I found.  We did a little wandering around, but eventually found ourselves at a place simply known as "The Dungeon", a showroom of bondage equipment sponsored by a popular vendor.  Mistress had me demonstrate many of the gear that was there, but then she found a devious combination tucked away in a corner.

Adjacent to each other were a kneeling rack and a fucking machine and it didn’t take Mistress’s tormenting mind long to figure out the perfect combination - her poor boy chained to the rack, teased and tormented, then forced to watch Mistress pleasure herself on the machine.

Mistress ordered me to remove my clothes and gave me a penis to wear.  (In SL, avatars are created naked, but have no genitalia.)  The penis she gave me, however, was very special gadget build especially for Denial Dommes.  Once she had registered herself as its owner, she gained totally control over my new cock.  She could then tell it what she was doing (stroke, lick) and the cock would describe to me in graphic detail was was happening.  ("[Mistress]’s hand, slick and wet with baby oil, grasps your cock and slowly teases it with gentle strokes.")  The cock kept track of my arousal level and eventually appended "You are so frustrated, you begin to cry" to each statement.  Mistress also set a "denial timeout" to basically force my virtual self to ride the edge of orgasm for as long as she demanded.

As this was going on, Mistress climbed aboard the fucking machine.  It was fully animated with sound effects, so I was treated to her avatar bucking on the saddle accompanied by loud, passionate moans and the steady buzzing of the attached vibrator.

While I entered the session very playfully, it actually ended up being a very intense experience.  Between the erotic prose, the moaning audio, and Mistress’s own descriptions of what she would do were we together in person really got to me.  By the end of the virtual session, the fronts of my PJs were soaked with pre-cum and my denial devotion that night was extremely difficult since I was almost at the edge before I even started.

The next day, I had a new determination to make Mistress’s estate happen.  While there is a selfish motive to my work, I also enjoy the thought that I will be drawing so many more unsuspecting boys into Mistress’s lair like the colorful leaves of a Venus Fly Trap.  In addition to taking a crash course in building and scripting, I’ve also started seriously scouting locations.  I found one parcel that’s a little pricey but is unbelievably gorgeous.  (It’s a small, wooded island with a waterfall that looks like something out of Exit to Eden.)

I will share pictures of the estate’s progress as it begins to take shape.