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