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.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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.
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."
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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."
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."
Monday, September 28, 2009
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."
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."
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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...
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.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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.
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.
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