Tied Tight, Rope Bondage

I haven't posted for a while, so I decided to add these pictures of a "photo shoot" I did for a friend on SL. She's very much into Sweaters and bondage, especially rope or duct tape, and has been sad that she hasn't seen me that way in a while.

I hope she likes the pictures. They were taken at a mutual friend's home and were taken with a story in mind...

What happened?! Where am I??? I...I can't move!!! What's going on here?!

Got...gotta get out of these ropes. They're...too tight...my arms...I can't...reach the knots. If only I could free my legs.

What was that?! Footsteps? Oh no! They're coming closer!

"Wha...oo...ou...wahn?!" I can't speak with this gag. What's that in his hand?!?

This gag...worse than the cloth. It tingles on my lips. I don't make a sound?! *Sobs* No one will EVER hear me!!!

He's leaving me here??? What's going on?! What IS this place?!

Trussed and Tied Bondage Olympics

I am a great fan of the House of Gord website and their many novels written and illustrated by Gord, Benson, Stargraves and other devious minded people. Currently I am reading the 2477 A.D. books which tell the tail of a distant future in which women are treated as commodities more. Objectified, degraded, trussed and tormented for the sadistic pleasures of men and the elite few Domintrixes that rule the future nations of the world.

2477 A.D. volume 5 and 6 tells the story of the Bondage Olympics. A fetishistic perversion of our own great athletic events in which luckless nubile women are forced into strenuous bondage and grueling tests of combined athletic and sexual prowess.

I love these stories and this kind of control and use of women. And for that reason, I have created the Trussed and Tied Olympics group. Members can join as Trainers, Femletes, or even just fans and participate in olympic style bondage events.

My goal is to create a unique avenue of roleplay and bondage fun for interested peoples. I hope to host occasional events and provide awards to the victorious parties.

Membership into the group is open so anyone can join. If you wish to be either a Trainer or a Femlete, please contact me or Miss Wendi Vaher for your tag. And for you switches out there, there is also the Femlete Captain role.

The New Shibari Room

I've started working on a room in Sanctuary dedicated to Shibari style bondage. For those of you who don't know what that is, Shibari is Japanese Rope Bondage.

I love Kinbaku ("Erotic Bondage") and Shibari. They are art forms with beautiful knots and symmetrical and asymmetrical bondage that accentuates the form beautifully. The patterns of ropes are so intricate and it's a beautiful grace in the eroticism.

I have a very specific image in my mind of what I want to this room to look like and I am on a mission to make it look perfect!

Banishment: Day 5: An End to Loneliness

It is the fifth and final day of the existence of the bane T-9355. Just over 25 hours and 30 minutes of what was originally to be a 24 hour sentence. I sit in the fields and contemplate my experiences and dream up what is to come.

I am excited for my sentence to end and the chance to see my friend's again, truly. It was fun, while being lonely and boring at the same time. Odd I know...but true.

My controller has contacted me. We will undergo the exit role-play. I want the whole experience. As with the processing, I'll not mention anything of the exit role-play, so that others may experience it.

T-9355 was out of her banishment in record time. The bane "tried hard."

T-9355 is no more and Tiffany is re-born.

Banishment: Day 4, Part 2a: Status Report.

I just had a status report with my controller and she corrected my earlier beliefs. I do not currently have 5 hrs and 32 minutes to go, but 4 hrs and 32 minutes. I lost track of time somewhere and gave myself a whole extra hour of banishment in my mind. My heart rejoices at this news.

I found this beautiful sculpture not far from my home. The inscription reads "Harnessed Dragon." The colors you see swirl up through its body as it stands poised on the edge of the mountain, ready to leap off into the sky. I think it acts as a good metifore for my current state. Held back, and on the edge of leaping off into freedom.

Banishment: Day 4, Part 2

The boredom is still there. The wandering continues. But I realize that these are part of being a bane. They are truths to the existence of T-9355.

I try to while away the hours with daydreams and discovering interesting places.

I was chased away from my spot on the windmill when a friend from my previous life came along and cried out for the cops. I wonder why, I wasn't hurting anyone by being there...

Later, I stumbled upon this message that was left for me...

The garden that the message was left in was beautiful so I settled down to relax among the flowers and the glowing message, nestled against a giant teddy bear that overlooked the beautiful scene.

While relaxing here, I received a report from my custodian. I feared to hear the report because I knew I had had some troubles over the last 4 hour period. Little things that prevented me from answering quickly enough. I even got to near another bane at one point.

According to the report, I had committed 4 violations and extended my sentence another 40 minutes. That's not as bad as I expected but still much more than I wanted.

T-9355 has existed for 20 hours and sees before her another 4 hours plus her extended sentence of 1 hr and 32 minutes. I think I will loose myself in the mountains and concentrate on placating my ever watchful custodian, so as to end this sentence.

As always, "Try harder, T-9355."

Bansihment: Day 4, Part 1: Second Life STRIKES!

This morning, T-9355 was force TP'd by her controller for a status check. Other than the previous 2 issues regarding flight and touch (which this bane's controller are aware of), there had been no other problems.

T-9355's controller informed her that she has 7 hours and 23 minutes remaining in her sentence, then dismissed her.

The bane visited with a friend from her former life briefly, then went about her explorations of the continent of Zindra. She came to a seedy town filled with an adult movie theater, brothel, and a Sushi Garden/bathhouse. After sneaking into the Adult theater (which was empty) and watching about 10 minutes of the opening of a XXX movie called "Bad Wives 2," T-9355 left behind the lesbian orgy taking place in the prison and wandered over to a furniture store across a small meadow from the theater.

Then, disaster struck. While trying to teleport to a previously visited locale, Second Life Crashed on T-9355 with a "View Chat Log"/"Exit SL" message. When T-9355 returned, she found herself back in the place where she began the day. And sure enough, upon checking with her custodian, found that the custodian had lost track of the past hour.

T-9355 contacted her controller who TP'd her over for an inspection. Sure enough, the bane's helmet timer was off by an hour, reading 7 hrs and 20 minutes of time remaining instead of 6 hrs and 20 minutes. T-9355's controller corrected the issue, reseting the timer to properly reflect time served.

This came as a huge relief to the bane, who is eager to see the end of her sentence and a return to her former life.

Banishment Day 3

I have little to report.

Life goes on. Existence goes on. Boredom goes on. There isn't much for a Bane to do, even one with a malfunctioning custodian that inexplicably is allowing her to interact with her environment.

I continue to wander aimlessly. Seeing what sights I can find. Trying to entertain myself with the crazy things that exist in this world.

Reporting in to my custodian every five minutes has proven to be more cruel that it first seemed. It forces a bane to be fully aware at all times during her banishment, not allowing her to drift off into nothingness and ignore her plight. It leads to extended sentence every time she doesn't respond promptly and correctly. And most of all, it breaks her 24 hour sentence down into 5 minute increments. Forcing the bane to be full aware of every passing moment of her banishment. Stretching that banishment on seemingly endlessly.

T-9355 has been through four violation reports, 16 hours, and in that time has extended her punishment by 52 minutes through violations, mainly from her only carelessness.

T-9355 has been thinking a lot. Of her old life. Of her friends and loved ones. Of what she wishes to do when her sentence is finally over. She realizes she will have to make some requests of her Miss Wendi.

For now, Bane T-9355 is going to continue her endless, goalless wanderings. Eating away at her sentence. And hoping for no more violations...

"Try harder, T-9355."

Banishment: Day 2, Part 1

To be a Bane means to be apart from society as a whole. You are banished, separate, alone. Society shuns you. And Bane T-9355 is beginning to feel this.

After my explorations across the continent of Zindra, I found myself at a loss on what to do. So I returned home to "visit" my friends. They were all there in the courtyard, I gave them a wave and hung around. The talked a little to me, but other than this, seemed confused as to how to handle me in their midst. So I gave a hearty wave and decided to head off cross country to see what I could find.

I stumbled across a small complex of concrete and rusted steel buildings with refuge strewn about, tires, old mattresses, and, oddly, a beautiful black stallion. The horse did not seem disturbed by my presence, so I approached it slowly to pet it.

That is when I heard a jovial "Hello." I jumped, startled. I thought I was alone. I did a full circle looking around and finally noticed the man sitting atop a fence on top of the one story concrete building.

I waved up at him. But then he took a closer look at me, and his pleasant demeanor become cold. He didn't become mean, he just turned his back on me and proceeded to ignore my presence. I was a bit disheartened but used to being ignored at this point and continued my exploration of the compound.

I found a makeshift stage on the roof of the building and a sign which told me that I was in a club called the Junkyard. Apart from the stage, there were other bizarre machines and devices which made me realize that more than just performances took place there.

I turned my back on the compound and continued my lonely, bored trek across Zindra. I was going stir crazy with no one to talk to and nothing to do, so I decided to visit one of my hangouts from before I was banished, Roper's Dark Playground. There I sat back and observed a rather interesting play between three women. One who had SOMEHOW found herself bound and tethered by her neck to a post over head while balanced on a precarious perch. Another had come along and was proceeding to threaten to kick over that perch, and a third arrived to protect the poor, bound damsel.


It was all quite fun and interesting. And of course, I was ignored as the spectator I am.

Later, I decided to have some fun with all the normals. I moved to perch on a cross beam over the display in the main courtyard. I lay very still and let everyone who came along thing I was asleep. Then, after they passed by my spot, I would move to the end of the perch and lay down staring directly at them.

One woman walked 2 full circles around my perch, each time freezing and turning to stare at me as I turned on the spot to keep her in my view. It was quite amusing. She never said a word, just circled my spot and turned back with a distrubed start every time she realized I was again turned towards her. I found teasing the normal people in this way to be quite a lot of fun!

I received my second report, indicating that another 4 hours had passed. I was a very good girl and had only commited 1 protocol violation. However, this 1 violation gave me quite a bit more time than my previous 16 combined. My custodian is getting stricter.

As before, my custodian ended its report with "Try harder, T-9355."

Banishment Day 1: First Report.

I've now been banished for 4 hours. With nothing much to do, I've been taking in the sights of SL. I started from my home of Sanctuary and began walk all over Zindra, seeing what I can find. I ran into some very interesting places...


An odd thing happened during my explorations of the Zindra continent. Upon first leaving the Alter Tech institute, I found I could not touch any objects. My Custodian would prevent me every time I tried to interact.

However, some hours after being reborn as the bane T-9355, I found my ability to touch objects, both near and far, return. I am now able to interact with doors and go into closed rooms. I am still unable to use furniture and teleporters are beyond my usage.

Also, after first moving away from the doors of the processing plant, I found I felt securely planted on the earth without my ability to lift up and move about swiftly. That ability also returned at the same time.

I can only surmise that this was due to the bad time/space distortion that hit me when moving from one block to another on Zindra's main land. After that odd distortion, I found myself floating a few feet above the earth and my ability to fly and touch objects had returned.

My custodian made some sort of odd comment in its mechanical voice about reporting this to my controller. And I had a brief encounter with my controller after which I still had those abilities, with a troubling, "Hmmm" from my controller.

I've been doing a lot of window shopping. This has been made all the easier now that I am able to manipulate the controls of the various vendors and investigate their wares.

I also discovered that I may not get close to other banes without a protocol violation. However, proximity to normal people does not issue a violation. This comes as a relief to me as I can closely observe the people around me.

I received my first report with bated breath, exactly 4 hours after being locked into my helmet and having my custodian activated. I apparently was a little bit careless as I tallied up 16 violations in my first 4 hours as T-9355. The report, however, was a little confusing. My custodian's metallic voice reported that the 16 violations added up to 02:00 min.

This comes as something as a relief, but I am reminded of the ominous words of my controller, that my custodian will be lenient at first, but will soon become unforgiving.

My custodian's final message was, "Try harder, T-9355." And I will.

I was also subjected to my first experience with a maintenance bay since leaving the Processing Plant. This is a very humiliating and invasive procedure. I was overdue for my visit to the maintenance bay and was warned by my custodian.

Upon arriving at the bay, I was forced to crouch down to the tubule extrusion that is part of the system. A tentacle like projection snaked out and entered my colon and through this I was systematically emptied of waste and fed through the same orifice while my skin was cleansed and anesthetized beneath my latex suit, as well as a depilatory applied to prevent my hair growth.

The whole, humiliating process took 7 minutes and I was summarily kicked out of the maintenance bay or risk a protocol violation.

Now I stand, trying to determine my next course of action...

Banisment Day 1

Today is the first day of my banishment. I'll not talk about the processing as promised to Alter Tech. Besides, its something to experience, not be told about.

My custodian seems to be fully operational and working fine. It'll not let me camp as it checks to see if I'm awake regularly. It asks me if I am here and gives me the possible answers y or n. It seems funny but I'm REALLY curious what happens if I answer "N".

The first thing I did was to return home so that my wonderful Miss Wendi could see me and see that I came through the process alright. I gave her a few waves and kisses...along with another who I vaguely recognize, I believe is Mikey, but I am not 100% on that.

I've decided to take a trek across Zindra and see what I can see, since I have nothing but time ahead of me right now.

I'm Being Banished.

For nearly a year, I've wanted to participate in one of SL's Banishment programs which recreates the events in the story Eudeamon. I've waited a long time, partly because I never felt I could participate with so many people depending upon me.

Finally, with the support of my friends, and a lot of pushing and encouragement from one in particular, I put in an application with Altertech. They try to closely recreate the experience. I will be using the Mo Design's Bane Helmet and I'm being sentenced to 24 SL hours of banishment. This is the minimum time. I wanted more but figured I should hold off for my first banishment.

I was contacted this morning by my controller who I was assigned to and she and I will be getting together this evening or Sunday to discuss the process and maybe even get it underway.

A Quiet Cartride

Yesterday, I was feeling a bit down, but was picked up the moment Miss Wendi got on.

She had a plan for her slave and asked me to give her the LM to Alikat Stables, a well-known sim that specializes in pony play.

Once we got there, and after a brief stop at the Alikat Mall. I was kitted out in full fetish pony tack. We borrowed one of the carts at Alikat and proceeded to have a nice, relaxing ride around the stable.

Miss Wendi fell into the role quite readily and naturally. Soon she was giving pony guiding tugs on the reigns through the walks and boulevards of alikat. We did have a minor issue with one of the carts when we hit a really nasty sim crossing. Quite funny actually, the cart vanished.

But overall, the ride was peaceful, relaxing. And more than that, pony was serving her Miss. She was happy.

We did two full laps around Alikat before parking the sulky back at one of the cart-bays. Then it was back home for a nice relaxing "rub down." Miss Wendi put it in quotes.
Back home, in the unfinished stables at Sanctuary, Miss Wendi pulled out her favorite hairbrush and began grooming pony's mane. It felt wonderful and I was able to drift off on waves of subtle pleasure as the comb ran through my hair again and again. Closing my eyes, she coo'd to me and called me her "good pony." And gave my nipple bells a couple of gentle, playful flicks.

Malin arrived about this time, in full Angel-Doll form. And gave Miss a big hug and nuzzled and pet the ponygirl, who was quite eager to see her love.

Miss Wendi returned to grooming her hard working pony by bringing the tail to bare on her long, luxurious tail, which caused the plug nestled deep in her backside to pull and slide, arrousing the pony to no end as she was groomed.

Finally, still combing twigs and grass from the pony's tail, Miss Wendi gave her pony a nice "rub down," her hand slipping innocently between the ponies legs to stroke her quivering sex in soft, gentle circles. The pony was in heaven, nickering and snorting her pleasure as she spread her legs just a little wider for her owner.

A few questing fingers slipping deep into the pony's quivring, moist love mouth and the pony was panting deeper than pulling the cart could ever make her. Very quickly, the pony was whineying up a storm as she was pushed over into orgasmic bliss...

It was a wonderful adventure and a much needed one at that. Miss Wendi knows her girl too well and knows when something is bothering her. She's very good at taking her mind off those things and making her feel better, loved, wanted, needed.

This was a wonderful adventure.

Thank you Miss Wendi. I love you.

Useless Slave

A slave's goal and desire in life is to serve others.

She serves in any way and aspect she can.

A slave who isn't given the chance to serve, who's services are not demanded of her, goes unfulfilled.

She starts to feel as if she is not needed. Not wanted. Not important.

She feels useless.

What do we do with useless things? They generally get thrown out.

Gone Victorian

Yesterday was a a busy, but fun day. First of all, I decided to don my latex Victorian Fervent which I haven't worn for quite some time. I love this dress but I don't wear it often as its quite flouncy and I don't want it to ever feel old or tired. Here you can see this lovely dress in its Story of O style, complete with my lovely, latex parasol. The day started off normal enough. My pet, Malin, soon arrived and I quickly had her change into something more suitable to serve a fine Victorian lady such as myself. *Giggles* And leashed and chained her. Soon, my friend Bobby arrived, whom I often call "Toy." She's been staying with us at Sanctuary for a little bit and I enjoy having her with us. I leashed Toy as well and proceeded to have my pet lick and suck an inflatable anal plug so that it would be FAR easier to insert into her cute little bum. *Giggles*

I teased her with this lovely tool for a while and pulled Bobby close, using my parasol to gently lift her skirt and give her something to moan about.

Still in the middle of this sport, Miss Wendi arrived, gave hugs, and shortly vanished, whispering something about a "surprise." And not long after, Mistress also made an appearance, gave hugs, and with a sudden "Ooohh!" vanished off to wherever Miss Wendi had gone.

Something was up.

I tried to ignore the suspicious occurances and put my lovely pet on display in the courtyard.
It didn't take long until Miss Wendi returned and ordered me to put away my parasol. A few clicking locks later and my arms were bound tightly behind my back. She freed my pet from the display as well, then had us teleport to a new location in Sanctuary labeld "Maze."

I ended up ina dark, featureless room with a gray floor and black walls, and Mistress, Miss Wendi, and Bobby floating above me. I was in the starting point of a maze with invisible walls. With my arms locked and touch blocked, I could not cheat by viewing invisible objects (not that I ever would). And Miss Wendi informed me that it was my duty to make it to the end of the maze. Malin joined in on the fun and soonwe were running a wall-less maze for the amusement of Miss and Mistress.

I think I impressed them.

Following this lovely little diversion. Mistress had to go and free her other slave, Ami, from Roper's Dark Playground. She wasn't pleased that she had to come to the beck of a lowly slavegirl. So upon returning, she positioned the little slut at the foot of her throne and instructed me to whip some sense into the girl. Twenty lashes latter and the blubbering little girl still hadn't quite learned her leason.

She proceeded to tell Mistress she didn't need to be punished anymore. The nerve! To think that a slave such as her could possibly know what is good for her. That is what Mistresses are for. To further punish her, and as a reward to me. Mistress gave Ami to me on her latest toy, the lovely little bondage rack that you may have seen me on earlier if you have been reading my blog.
I proceeded to test the girl's skills at cunnilingus and deemed she needed a little practice. Some yanks on her chained nipples and slaps to her welted ass kept her properly motivated to do her best. And when I still wasn't entirely pleased, Mistress brought out her lovely little prod.

After a good long training session, I think the girl's skills have improved. Mistress and I can be wonderful teachers. *Giggles*
During our training session with Ami, Miss Wendi, Malin, and Bobby kept eachother entertained. My sexy pet did a wonderful pole dance routine for Miss and Bobby found herself bound in the Think Tank.

Things slowly quieted down. And we all bid eachother goodnight, leaving little Ami on the bondage platform to be used by any who stumbled upon her.

-Tiffy

Goaded in Ballets (A fantasy)

This morning, before leaving for work, I had my lovely pet Malin lock me up as you see me here. The purpose of which was to train the ballet boots I am wearing. If you don't recognize them, they are Mesmerize Dungeons ballet boots and they require training time before you can walk in them properly. Training means at lower levels, you can't walk as fast, you can't jump as high, you can't take stairs, and you fall a lot.

While wandering in circles around our statue centerpiece outside the main gates of Sanctuary Castle, I came up with a little fantasy. I imagined a group of girls, bound as I am, herded forward, forced to march down a long street, with a handful of Masters and Mistresses walking up and down their ranks, using whips, floggers, and even cattle prods on their exposed, naked butts to keep them marching forward.

I imagined the look of fear on the girls faces each time one of the Dom/mes approached from behind. Scurrying a little to try and escape the bite of the lash or the prongs of a prod. Only to experience the the crack of a whip or the electric jolt.

A herd of 20 or 30 such bound, corseted, gagged, and ballet booted women. Nipples pinched cruelly by clover nipple clamps. Corsets reducing their lung capacity as they are forced to exert themselves. Exposed, heated sex glistening in the sunlight, betraying their arousal despite their desperate whines and pleading eyes. Each woman soaring to heights of masochistic extacy as 5 or 6 cruel, merciless Masters and Mistresses force them to trudge on.

Thighs burning, calves aching, feet on fire with pain in their tight arch, but none are allowed to slow their pace. Marching for hours, crying out from the lash. A screech coming from further back as the girl last in line gets a taste of the cattle prod. The devilish woman in black smiling with sadistic delight as the rear girl hurries forward despite her exhaustion.

Suddenly one girl freezes in place, her knees coming together, her head back as she pants loudly. She's having an orgasm. But these slaves don't stop for orgasms. A Master quickly lashes her ass, forcing her to walk even as the convulsions of her climax are still upon her.

The women are forced to walk, through pain, through pleasure, nostrils flaring for every breath.

And in their midst is me. Body glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. My butt arleady sporting several lash marks. My legs tremble as my pace slows. I look over my shoulder to see one of the Mistresses. The one sporting the cattle prod. In fact, it's my Mistress. Mistress Bettina. She moves up behind me, smiling cruelly, "Get moving, Cunt. You should be at the front of the line."

She brandishes her prod, my eyes go wide. She dips it low and presses the tongs to my ass. Then pushes the button. I scream! But its muffled by the ball and panel gag. Barely audible even to my Mistress. Fresh tears stream down my eyes and I hurry forward, trying to get tot he front of the group. Screaming again as I suffer another bite of electricity...

That's when my pussy spasms. And I feel the orgasm coming on...

-Tiffy

I'm Never using the Pods again.

I really don't understand how the Pods work and you shouldn't play with something you don't understand.

It started off okay. I locked myself down in it the morning before going to work for 2 hours (the minimum time you can set when Level 2) and then logged off and went to work. If you read my previous post "On Pod Prisons," you know I feel its cheating to idle while in a pod.

When I logged on, of course my prison time was finished. And I had a 2 hr 45 min parole sentence. I didn't expect it to be that long for 2 hours in the pod, even though i was offline for most of it.

Anyway, I was going to sit there and serve off as much of that time as I could and a random Mistress showed up and tried to coral me into the prison capture zone. I had stepped away from the computer to get a drink and when I came back, she was sliding me into the capture zone using some kind of invisible wall.

Luckily for me, Miss Wendi had set up an auto-return on items "left" in the parcel. So the barrier kept vanishing and I escaped the trap 3 times. It was kinda fun playing cat and mouse with her. BTW, I had cuffed my hands and feet using Marine's Restrained Elegance shackles. My feet in the "tight" format so that all I could do was hop around making it harder for me to move. That way if someone DID come along, it would be harder for me to fight.

I really DIDN'T want to be forced back into the pods, because I wanted to be free to see Miss Wendi and Mistress if and when they came on tonight. (Malin wouldn't be on because of RL.)

The Mistress finally gave up after saying she'd have to yell at Wendi for ruining her perfect traps.

Then a friend TP'd me down to ground level in the castle. And that's when Wendi finally came along.

Here's where the problem came along. She found out I had a 2 hour parole still ahead of me and said "Too bad, I would have had you all to myself tonight. It's not often that I get that." And it broke my heart.

So I'm not going to be using these pods again.

-Tiffy

I love Oral!

Giving! Receiving!

Especially giving! But sometimes you just gotta pamper yourself. Which is why I love this toy. And the wonderful girl occupying it. My beautiful pet and fiance, Malin.

I LOVE YOU PRECIOUS!!


We both needed an enjoyable little adventure. A diversion that would send us both soaring. So today, I took her down into the subbasement of Sanctuary and set up "The Clean'er." This wonderful little piece of bondage furniture is great for oral pleasure.

After strapping my pet securely in place and locking her so she couldn't get up on her own, I started to pet and rub her down from her cute little perky breasts to her pierced clit and back. I had her on the edge of climax before I told her she couldn't cum until I had one first.

Only then did I take advantage of her position...
Mmm...my pet knows just what I like. If you read my previous posts, you know that my pussy is caged. It's securely pierced shut with several rings that hold my pussy closed. However my clit is still accessible (and pierced) and I LOVE to have those rings tugged and played with. I love people to exert control over my labia using those rings. So my pet began tugging at the rings one by one and using her tongue on my already dripping cunny. All the while I was teasing her nipples and breasts to keep her excited. A final assault on my clit and I coated her cute little face.

Still panting, I gave her time to finish cleaning me up, then slid my hands lower and, still straddling her face, began teasing her pussy again. But I didn't give her what she wanted until she asked. I made her ask "Please put your fingers inside me." Then, after bringing her to the very brink of release, I made her beg for her orgasm.

After licking my fingers clean, I slipped off of my lovely pet and sat down by her knees and began cleaning her with my tongue, slowly working up her inner thighs, then paying close attention to her pussy.

I was once told, back when "Miss Tiffy" still existed that my girls never "went wanting" and were always well satisfied. *Giggles* I guess that's true because I didn't stop until I made my cute little pet buck against her restraints a second time and started drinking down her orgasm directly.

Mmm...I love giving oral.

I let my exhausted pet regain her composure and had a casual conversation with my friend Goddess, who came running when I sent her this picture in response to her question "Getting into trouble?"


Thank you again for reading!

-Tiffy

Mistress's New Toy

Today, Mistress got a new toy from a Lucky Chair at the Medieval Village-Mall near Sanctuary.

Guess who got to test it out for her? (This lovely piece of furniture has great animations and is a lot of fun.)

Mistress insisted her Cunt beg to be whipped with the Quirt, which I did gladly! I'm an incredible pain-slut and I love to be beaten, tortured, and tormented. I'm just wired that way.

After several minutes of a good, hard whipping, leaving my ass reddened and welted. My Goddess put on a very large strap on. Eyes widening, I started fighting my chains fiercely. As my pussy is caged shut, there is only one place my Mistress could use this on me. At least my Goddess was kind enough to allow me to lubricate it with my mouth first.

Drooling and squirming as I tried to make sure Mistress's strap-on was nice and lubricated. I was forced to deep-throat the huge, purple phallus but the knowledge of where it would be going kept me well motivated. When Mistress pulled away, I still was not convinced that it, or I, was ready for what was to come. But chained as I was, I had no choice. Mistress slipped in behind me, and with little warning, rammed the purple Monster home.

I was in agony, stretched and being pumped as Mistress slapped my welted ass. She even added Ginger root to her strap-on to add an intense burning sensation. She rode me hard, and made me cry and scream for her amusement. Finally, I could take it no more. And begged for my orgasm, which Mistress mercifully permitted.

My Goddess has forbidden me panties or skirt while my butt heals. She wishes everyone to see what she did to my tender ass. I love my Mistress dearly!!!

-Tiffany

On Pod Prisons

Sanctuary has a new Pod Prison from Mesmerize Dungeon.

If you've never been in one, and you are into isolation, this may be for you. The prisoner where's a special suit (costing 300 L$, purchasable at the Prisons) and is locked down in a Pod in total isolation for a predetermined amount of time, set by the one who is imprisoning you. Once locked down, you are totally isolated, and the one who locked you away cannot free you before your sentence is up. There is also a parole sentence that you have to serve afterward.

That's Pod Prisons in a nutshell.

I have a personal rule with how I deal with them:

As the more time you spend OFFLINE in a pod prison increases your parole sentence as penalty, I will not camp while in a Pod Prison. I must either be at the computer, or logged off, accruing me parole penalty.

That being said, this past Friday, I DID lock myself in our Pod Prison timed for 10 hours and I DID camp. BUT IT WAS FOR A GOOD REASON!!!

I was trying to help Miss Wendi increase her traffic rating by camping in the Prison and spending time there.

Miss Wendi set the parcel that the prison is on to public and searchable in the hopes of getting traffic through it. I've seen a few people come and go, and seen one other person locked up in the Pods and another in her suit right by the pod bay.

Anyway. This is the ONLY time I will ever Camp in a Pod. If you ever see me around and in a Pod from now on...I am here at the computer, just totally isolated by my prison. *Smiles*

I am now Level 2 on my Prison suit thanks to the 10 hour stay.

-Tiffy

Welcome to Tiffany's Blog, First Girl of Sanctuary Submission

Hello, and thank you for checking out my Blog. This blog is being created as a sort of shared diary for the events that occur in my Second Life. You will not find any information about my Real Life self here or see any photos or videos of the real me, only the Second Me.

My name is Tiffany. I am the First Girl of Sanctuary Submission, a place dedicated to safely exploring BDsM on Second Life. We try to provide a safe place free of griefers and the so-called Masters and Mistresses who take advantage of slaves and submissives.

Sanctuary is owned and maintained by Miss Wendi Vaher. She is one of my owners and partner to my primary owner Bettina Dubrovna as well as one of the great loves of my life. She is sweet, smart, compassionate and friendly. My Elyssian Goddess.

Mistress Bettina Dubrovna, her partner and my Owner and Mistress, is Sanctuary's Tarturian Goddess. While still caring and respectful, she enjoys much darker delights. She owns me completely, body, mind and soul, and I gladly worship her.

Malin Vyper, my fiance, my pet, and sister-sub, makes up the final member of Sanctuary's inner circle. Sweet, silly, loyal, and sassy, she brightens my day.

Then there's me, Tiffany Mortenwold. First girl of Sanctuary.

I don't know how this blog will pan out, but I just wanted an outlet to share my experiences. I have read other peoples SL Blogs and found them to be interesting. I only hope mine turns out to be the same.