tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497696288331430862024-03-21T08:09:10.604-07:00First Girl of SanctuaryFirst Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-49142024224984704012010-07-14T19:36:00.001-07:002010-07-14T19:51:28.048-07:00Bunny Doll's Adventures Part 4Bunny was quite relieved to have escaped from the maze at Kitten's Castle and decided she had probably taken enough risks that day. Besides, it was time to recharge.<br /><br />Upon returning to the the Space Station in Sanctuary and sitting through her 10 minute re-charge sequence, the hypnotron in the "Dolly Transformation" arm of the Space Station caught her eye. <br /><br />She squirmed as she remembered the specific hypno-scripts which she bought and gave to her Mistress to have her install and decided it was high time she try them out.<br /><br />So Bunny set the hypnotron to Gynoid Primer and hopped into the hypnotron to view the script for the first time. She felt this was QUITE needed as she was now a Gynoid Pleasure doll and needed to get into the right frame of mind.<br /><br />The script seemed to go on and on, all the while slowly programming Bunny's mind and bringing her slowly to greater and greater levels of arousal. Then it began its most DEVIOUS programming, it proceeded to program "Bunny" to be unable to orgasm without permission from it's owner, designated users, or another gynoid. <br /><br />Bunny began to squirm at the implications as she relaxed and let the words seep into her mind. Feeling the tendrils of the programming begin to weave their insidious way into her mind.<br /><br />By the time the script had completed, "Bunny" was quite clearly in the correct frame of mind and just ITCHING to serve her Mistress.<br /><br />Fortunately for Bunny, the friendly neighbor boy decided to use just this time to make an appearance. Bunny was quite happy to see Sir Kelly and was very eager to prove what a good pleasure toy she was being for her Mistress. <br /><br />Her Mistress had always made it quite clear that Sir Kelly was welcome to the use of Bunny if and when he desired it. In fact, he was one of the few other people who actually had a set of keys to Bunny's collar and gear. <br /><br />So Bunny was joyous when her advances were returned by Sir Kelly and he dragged the playful, willing pleasure doll to a nearby gazebo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7bcojg19lmLhyphenhyphen5FK3b36V1oqOtAaqUv1-pg7HKO4lfSiRIak_bO1_GItE68k6GmUBgN-8y1-BX8170WsEWgZhI-o3wDgKPjV44x7hcr9F_cebskeqrleg5MLLaSfWfNF15R7yTWhWAA/s1600/Hung_and_played_with_002.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7bcojg19lmLhyphenhyphen5FK3b36V1oqOtAaqUv1-pg7HKO4lfSiRIak_bO1_GItE68k6GmUBgN-8y1-BX8170WsEWgZhI-o3wDgKPjV44x7hcr9F_cebskeqrleg5MLLaSfWfNF15R7yTWhWAA/s400/Hung_and_played_with_002.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493956502476555746" /></a><br /><br />Sir Kelly took his time, slowly stripping the eager dolly. Teasing and spanking her. Stroking her massive, dangling udders. And driving her hyper-sensitive body to quivering heights. <br /><br />The mix of pain as he cruelly spanked her and squeezed and tugged on her engorged nipples drove the eager dolly mad with lust. And she was only too happy to perform for him again and again. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM855nyH3wikqlr-TBm3i90cCdfxeVQjdOVZ8zoz1bO3I-jscwU3i82YCdNYjOANNGisBQXC7cjKBAQQOyJvw9kbg5EGL0bl3jIWOP8T1EWLCZW24lONZxMLQZdl2FqMXMOl7xSv2Irs/s1600/Hung_and_played_with_012.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM855nyH3wikqlr-TBm3i90cCdfxeVQjdOVZ8zoz1bO3I-jscwU3i82YCdNYjOANNGisBQXC7cjKBAQQOyJvw9kbg5EGL0bl3jIWOP8T1EWLCZW24lONZxMLQZdl2FqMXMOl7xSv2Irs/s400/Hung_and_played_with_012.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493959396724730386" /></a><br /><br />Unfortunately, the fun couldn't last forever. Human's had such limited stamina, and Sir Kelly finally let Bunny down from her bondage after threatening to leave her hanging until her batteries ran down. He seemed to think it would be quite fun to leave the Dolly completely helpless.<br /><br />But Sir did relent and finally lead Bunny back to the Space Station for a much needed recharging.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYADLSkdHL0NP4EfC8MHOGFSh4vp_GyGYWEupdxkbDmO9c9399YTx6nHakCGw4v14oJ362Dru_NuBKjzJWroxC-7H6pDS6S5Jg7gpDYJAOEXM8-YaVSuarpzOuiLvsruH7Yd1FHRXCLkA/s1600/Hung_and_played_with_017.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYADLSkdHL0NP4EfC8MHOGFSh4vp_GyGYWEupdxkbDmO9c9399YTx6nHakCGw4v14oJ362Dru_NuBKjzJWroxC-7H6pDS6S5Jg7gpDYJAOEXM8-YaVSuarpzOuiLvsruH7Yd1FHRXCLkA/s400/Hung_and_played_with_017.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493960064143817394" /></a>First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-359995888769309562010-07-10T18:50:00.000-07:002010-07-10T19:15:24.366-07:00Bunny Doll's Adventures Part 3The day was dragging on and Bunny wasn't having any success finding someone who wanted to play with her. She thought she as dressed appropriately for a pleasure doll. She had her dildo in hand, her crotchless, latex outfit, her dangling crystal charm from her clit. But no matter where she went, no one seemed interested in the pink doll.<br /><br />So Bunny began to wander, and came upon a little place called Kitten's Castle.<br /><br />Now, there were a few people hanging out in the courtyard of the castle: a lovely girl in black, see-through latex bound on her knees to a display post, a boy sitting chained at his Mistress's feet, a lovely neko-girl kneeling by the stage who was apparently a slave of the castle. But everyone seemed to be occupied. <br /><br />So Bunny took the time to indulge in one of her favorite past times, SHOPPING!!! <br /><br />The castle had a very nice mall with some interesting shops. Most of them Bunny had visited before but there were a few that caught her eye and sh made note to return so that she could check on the items there again. A nice cage would be great for Sanctuary!<br /><br />So after exploring the shops and the surrounding lands, Bunny resolved to revisit when she had someone to share the experience with...like her own kitten...and returned to the courtyard where she came across a teleporter leading to an RLV maze.<br /><br />"Do I dare?" she thought. After-all, she had just over an hour of battery life left and an open rlv relay set to hardcore. She could get trapped and have her batteries run down. But as Mistress said, "What's bondage without a little risk?"<br /><br />Bunny hopped on the teleporter and wound up at the front doors of the maze. She stepped through and found out instantly that she couldn't return the way he came. Bunny started wandering through through maze of doors and rooms and very quickly ran into door that grabbed her ad bound her spread eagle to the frame. <br /><br />She panicked at first but soon became quite aroused. The timer was ticking down and she started imagining, wishing that someone would stumble across her and take advantage of her situation. She longed for someone to come and start rubbing her massive udders and tease her exposed sex. <br /><br />Long before the fantasy became old. She was dropped from the door and continued on her way.<br /><br />Stumbling through the rooms, she avoided the spider-webs and suspicious looking gas but still wound up passing through several patches of thorn bushes that tore away her cloths and left her tiptoeing naked through the damp, dark rooms. <br /><br />Time was getting on and the maze was bigger than she suspected. A whipping post captured her when she passed too close, leaving her naked body helplessly and provocatively on display. Another 5 minutes of fantasizing and she wound up at he sat room. But she chose the wrong teleport pad (1 of two that was moving so as to be unable to remember which was which) and wound up a level below and several rooms away.<br /><br />This happened three times before she finally chose the right pad and ended up at the exit door.<br /><br />But there were two doors and she had to choose the correct door for freedom. The other door would "do something nasty."<br /><br />Bunny took a deep breath, and chose...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYDjTUSH_4Bu9wAWCVkg3FaxF-5blLVs4WND1LWIVAZR0ujSuJJu_g5q1Zw0TIFFQZU3NAsKejCD8vYYOhWlmo8i2m9eWYBi1RnF-yqV34sLgtRuYUU2VgXfKa4SXjmHFSGHLCaWaCKNE/s1600/Trapped_01.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYDjTUSH_4Bu9wAWCVkg3FaxF-5blLVs4WND1LWIVAZR0ujSuJJu_g5q1Zw0TIFFQZU3NAsKejCD8vYYOhWlmo8i2m9eWYBi1RnF-yqV34sLgtRuYUU2VgXfKa4SXjmHFSGHLCaWaCKNE/s400/Trapped_01.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492466275641045634" /></a><br /><br />As you can see. Bunny chose wrong.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-39272700934024244712010-07-07T20:01:00.001-07:002010-07-07T20:17:39.445-07:00The Adventures of Bunny Doll the Pleasure Toy Part 2Bunny started off her new existence by simply wandering around some of her old haunts, seeing if anyone would try and grab her remote and make her humiliate herself in the middle of the public. But her wanderings proved fruitless and the eager pleasure doll decided she needed some fun.<br /><br />So her little dolly mind began whirring trying to figure out what might be fun. In the meantime, a friend of her's asked her where she got her CPU. The lovely implant on her back that provided her with the power of animation. <br /><br />Bunny couldn't remember the name of the place, but was pretty sure she could find the shop at the Rubber Room. Unfortunately, her search proved fruitless. She DID finally remember the name of the shop and relayed the info to her friend. Then decided that since she was IN the Rubber room, and she hadn't been there for quite some time. She'd look around for some fun.<br /><br />Lo and behold, the Rubber Room was hosting a little party with live DJ and lotsa people! It looked like fun! So Bunny joined in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwLtF5GOKENXHdCu9pUW9aW0PpmTRAmTb0EAykQqy71vyRaKmdjl6CDQcxMXSVPAvc0f_C-sYvxrZayg_MBxRKpoBEtCLGHT5C7N7iO_FjR3Ze6LyrRvqWXB71PqsMMGDeTzTCLpMSKQ/s1600/Bunny_gets_down_001.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwLtF5GOKENXHdCu9pUW9aW0PpmTRAmTb0EAykQqy71vyRaKmdjl6CDQcxMXSVPAvc0f_C-sYvxrZayg_MBxRKpoBEtCLGHT5C7N7iO_FjR3Ze6LyrRvqWXB71PqsMMGDeTzTCLpMSKQ/s400/Bunny_gets_down_001.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491366790563013970" /></a><br /><br />The dancing was LOADS of fun and the DJ was just delightful. And pretty soon, Bunny's wife Malin and her Domina (Mistess) bettina arrived on the scene! Hugs and kisses all around and we danced the night away. Bunny requested "American Woman" and then "Living Dead Girl" to dance to. The latter of which she dedicated to her Domina.<br /><br />Bunny got a little excited:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1V-u9m_nCRrlrSeTc7wN9d7MoS6BA4oW_ai6l8OSNNT3vZNlvpR0ydd1xZ-l1qnR21wKZnFVJICoxBUVGUBJ0p72rR39QubJsYPwGKEsvv-RwNk0_nlavOE_Oj_iU3Chv3oRtLp25YY/s1600/Bunny_gets_down_005.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1V-u9m_nCRrlrSeTc7wN9d7MoS6BA4oW_ai6l8OSNNT3vZNlvpR0ydd1xZ-l1qnR21wKZnFVJICoxBUVGUBJ0p72rR39QubJsYPwGKEsvv-RwNk0_nlavOE_Oj_iU3Chv3oRtLp25YY/s400/Bunny_gets_down_005.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491368858726577042" /></a><br /><br />Once during the lovely evening, Bunny had to rush home to re-charge her batteries. Sometimes being a sentient automaton was the pits! Bunny excused herself and teleported back home to the Space Station. Ten minutes later, she was all recharged and running back to the Rubber Room to finish dancing the evening away...First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-7578816327213751102010-07-07T19:41:00.000-07:002010-07-07T19:55:49.364-07:00The Adventures of Bunny Doll the Pleasure Toy Part 1Last Tuesday, Mistress told me that she was going to be gone for the weekend and decided that I would live out those days without her as a Pleasure Doll named "Bunny". <br /><br />This entailed me being transformed into a jointed, buxom doll in pink latex with bunny ears, my CPU with a 2 hour battery life, and a vibrating, remote control dildo locked in my right hand, free for ANYONE to click on and use. <br /><br />Also, to make things a bit riskier, I was equipped with an On/Off button installed into my belly. ANYONE could push this button and disable my locomotion and speech, making me completely helpless. This posed a great risk since someone could easily turn me off and leave me stranded until my batteries ran down. <br /><br />The finishing touches included a tkPBA relay set to "Hardcore" mode with Safeword turned off and a renamer that re-routed my speech and emotes so that when I talk or acted, my name displayed as "Bunny Doll". This renamer also prevented me from speaking above a whisper, reducing me communication range to a bare 10 meters.<br /><br />All these little tidbits added up to an exciting time I had to look forward to.<br /><br />I was concerned about the On/Off Switch and the Open relay. But wen I brought these concerns to Mistress, her response was: "What's bondage without a little risk?"<br /><br />Now it was just time to find out what kind of mischief the new pleasure doll could get into.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-32961303644771373152010-04-18T11:38:00.000-07:002010-04-18T11:57:15.434-07:00Happy Birthday to Me.On Tuesday, April 13th, while I was hanging out with one of my friends. I received a peeved message from my Mistress about making her wait for her own slave. I excused myself as soon as I could and hurried to her side. She didn't seem happy.<br /><br />She ordered me into my cuffs and into an outfit "more befitting a slave" then had me put a new script of her own design into my cuffs, blindfold and gag. The script ensured that I was completely held in her power.<br /><br />Blindfolded and still being chastised, I was led from our home to I knew not where. Mistress forced me to bend over a piece of furniture. I was expecting to be punished for making her wait. But when the blindfold was removed, this is what I saw:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEdOimjz_2F_sKNr0MiZpUDGrBiDj7LvfewZepTke3yQtDZQUD3UYoN5futo6biGGQsOruutriAuwOLkMDl-ShBUBJmAJrm-klj5Kc3eerf9RGjzznkGRrg2cZGqMeOuBxjmSPvQ7GpE/s1600/BirthdayCelebration_002.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEdOimjz_2F_sKNr0MiZpUDGrBiDj7LvfewZepTke3yQtDZQUD3UYoN5futo6biGGQsOruutriAuwOLkMDl-ShBUBJmAJrm-klj5Kc3eerf9RGjzznkGRrg2cZGqMeOuBxjmSPvQ7GpE/s400/BirthdayCelebration_002.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461550493191622434" /></a><br /><br />I knew then I was in trouble. It was time for my birthday spankings!<br /><br />I was trapped in the middle of Roper's Dark Playground. But presented and paddles close at hand. To make matters worse, Mistress posted a notice on several groups inviting people to come and help me "celebrate" my birthday. And several people were only too happy to oblige.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HguPD9q9bZgYCuM23vS3-k3iNyi9Lqv4Fbv1nziGdS5_-2S-wA70Ief-KjnMu-Ed0m_JUunUdUkOX7hSFnK01pTbcX0BL9pdpSljZqsiyY3eQWdtFFzX-6kf3L1120xuA-9TiWFQT-s/s1600/BirthdayCelebration_010.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HguPD9q9bZgYCuM23vS3-k3iNyi9Lqv4Fbv1nziGdS5_-2S-wA70Ief-KjnMu-Ed0m_JUunUdUkOX7hSFnK01pTbcX0BL9pdpSljZqsiyY3eQWdtFFzX-6kf3L1120xuA-9TiWFQT-s/s400/BirthdayCelebration_010.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461551542758817010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMB4Mz0HGKhmzeJtzBhQ35yiI87rGg5bABMv7jPdxI20crplucdX12qEEClgqhJIZQfOPX9wpB7ZWyLL5dFfNfkUH3ylj8IMXIFxLtuFp7tsOQLKzzNrIP6TY1e5_fnKZl3cdKyCknm4/s1600/BirthdayCelebration_013.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMB4Mz0HGKhmzeJtzBhQ35yiI87rGg5bABMv7jPdxI20crplucdX12qEEClgqhJIZQfOPX9wpB7ZWyLL5dFfNfkUH3ylj8IMXIFxLtuFp7tsOQLKzzNrIP6TY1e5_fnKZl3cdKyCknm4/s400/BirthdayCelebration_013.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461551699325396850" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic94bDsRPiNsxBoN1iCnJ-XShyphenhyphenT0IqNl2t61PE5Iz_-e5VT7Xcasy4vIM9vjlD1riwGv52rWCJvly0tEqfOIEb86vQK7MF1zvSaTEOYIH5bxIzffGP3Mk1Y2WgYX4xlT7xArOB0XTrUcM/s1600/BirthdayCelebration_014.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic94bDsRPiNsxBoN1iCnJ-XShyphenhyphenT0IqNl2t61PE5Iz_-e5VT7Xcasy4vIM9vjlD1riwGv52rWCJvly0tEqfOIEb86vQK7MF1zvSaTEOYIH5bxIzffGP3Mk1Y2WgYX4xlT7xArOB0XTrUcM/s400/BirthdayCelebration_014.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461551892818885666" /></a><br /><br />And one person even decided my butt could use a bit of a break from all the paddling. So he offered me a birthday candle. Hot wax all over my poor, stinging buttocks:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsaNl9l4uKGskow__-F-4t1RcJXREuCN1YJvQcDDfO_9fDac1Bbd-qGqJpWixROmfR3berKJQwn1eCoNBdWUvx1jgUp7kBApObWNCG9pQMXGqdEpiz397wHeKfODgpi_t9NBAEqJ_sWlc/s1600/BirthdayCelebration_019.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsaNl9l4uKGskow__-F-4t1RcJXREuCN1YJvQcDDfO_9fDac1Bbd-qGqJpWixROmfR3berKJQwn1eCoNBdWUvx1jgUp7kBApObWNCG9pQMXGqdEpiz397wHeKfODgpi_t9NBAEqJ_sWlc/s400/BirthdayCelebration_019.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461552286248102274" /></a><br /><br />I was crying, sobbing, fighting my chains. But there was no escape. I was effectively gagged. My butt was feverish, stinging, red and welted. But all I could do is remain presented to all who wished to give me their "Birthday Gifts." <br /><br />With my legs effectively chained spread wide apart, my pussy was proudly presented for all to see just how much I "appreciated" their gifts. I was dripping down to my knees and my face flushed as crimson as my butt in humiliation. <br /><br />It was a wonderful birthday gift and I thank all those who participated. Especially my Mistress, who planned and arranged the whole surprise.<br /><br />Unfortunately, just as my ordeal was seeming to come to an end, a woman slipped up to offer her birthday gifts. And after brutally spanking my already tender bottom. She somehow defeated my Mistress's security, freed me from the bondage furniture, and whisked me away to parts unknown...<br /><br />To Be Continued...First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-31861317004269154182010-04-04T11:21:00.001-07:002010-04-04T11:22:16.104-07:00Hoppy Easter!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdZ15aTUUmPlthPuuGFTdcFzotoObOmXLGgHHrN96MZafsFAyANx-0yvtgMSd4wwSB018gX9k0s3eXROWtz0avTBvbl35zqALEc4y7sN3GDq-vUQupyJL6sP42NuPJzxLJFvBc5yaEi0/s1600/Hoppy+Easter_002.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdZ15aTUUmPlthPuuGFTdcFzotoObOmXLGgHHrN96MZafsFAyANx-0yvtgMSd4wwSB018gX9k0s3eXROWtz0avTBvbl35zqALEc4y7sN3GDq-vUQupyJL6sP42NuPJzxLJFvBc5yaEi0/s400/Hoppy+Easter_002.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456349341859687042" /></a><br /><br />Hoppy Easter from Sanctuary!First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-1536226555097862562010-03-25T11:26:00.000-07:002010-03-25T11:58:29.232-07:00Absolute SlaveryAbsolute Slavery, or Absolute or Total Power Exchange (APE/TPE), is something that has been on my mind for some time. The concept that the slave is just that to her Master or Mistress, totally and completely slave, no rights, no decisions, no power.<br /><br />I do not like to use labels because often times with labels comes an impression of being better, one from another. Sub, pet, slave, toy, etc. To me this is not the case. A slave is not better than a sub, just different in what they seek from a relationship. This is important to note both for themselves and for the Master/Mistress/Top/Dom/me they seek to serve.<br /><br />That being said, I am a slave. Once I commit to a Master or Mistress (in r/l or on s/l), I commit completely. I give up all my rights, my limits, my decision making, and I place that power in the hands of my Owner. Essentially, the last free decision I make is to become their slave.<br /><br />My world becomes wholely and solely the pleasure and servitude towards my Owner. They become the center of my universe. And I am only truly happy and satisfied when this is the case.<br /><br />I may not always like their orders, or their choices for me. I may not always approve of tasks they wish me to perform. I may be concerned or scared about what they want me to do. Being the good slave, I must communicate these feelings to my Owner. Reveal my concerns. I must leave nothing hidden to my Master or Mistress. My body, mind, heart, soul and thoughts are theirs. I have no secrets from my owner. My Owner may choose to take this information and alleviate my fears or modify my tasks. Or they may require me to go about the given order as directed. I, as slave, must obey.<br /><br />For obvious reasons, one does not go into a APE/TPE relationship lightly. There must be a foundation of trust built before the collar ever goes on.<br /><br />Some may read this and find it all fancy, fiction, and fantasy. "Real" slavery doesn't exist in most modern societies, let alone most WESTERN societies. It is un inforcible. Legally, that is true, which is why APE/TPE relationships come down to the honor of the individuals involved. The slave makes the choice to enter into this relationship and it is by her honor and integrity that she fulfills her role. It is by the honor and integrity of the Owner that They will not let Their slave forget her slavery. And the Owner's responsibility to keep the slave's health and security to heart.<br /><br />I should also point out, that as I said before, the last free decision the slave makes, is to enter into this relationship, as slave. By this note, an absolute slave may not break the relationship, the collar, or the slavery of her own will. Only the Owner, Master or Mistress, may free the slave once she has submitted.<br /><br />A slave does not enter into this relationship lightly. And for Masters and Mistresses, beware the girl who too readilly wishes to step into the role of your "absolute slave." Those who too quickly jump into such a relationship with a Master are USUALLY blinded by fantasy, libido, or generally not as serious about their commitment. They may like the IDEA of APE/TPE, but probably don't understand it to its fullest.<br /><br />I think this entry is starting to become over-long and under-focused, so I'm going to end it here for now. My thoughts have been somewhat chaotic lately. Though I know I will be returning to this topic and probably very soon...<br /><br />Let me leave you with some links to Essays which are very important to me and highlight my thoughts on this subject as well:<br /><br />24/7 Slavery by. Rick's Fucktoy: http://www.the-iron-gate.com/essays/342<br /><br />Consent with Awareness by. Master Eso: http://www.the-iron-gate.com/essays/209<br /><br />Absolute Slavery by. Master Eso: http://www.the-iron-gate.com/essays/215First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-52967066865049690482009-11-13T08:33:00.001-08:002009-11-13T08:47:22.167-08:00Tied Tight, Rope BondageI 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.<br /><br />I hope she likes the pictures. They were taken at a mutual friend's home and were taken with a story in mind...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wqTMEMlmWs4-MLw1jkBlv2s8GkhtEVnSO0CIZEYtnTU2L2458zQt6G0Mw1uSgNC0j6YnpTuVQdMWcg1Cbc6Psvn2r4O9I86GvKBfr5SqA3xz8g0mXiGI7eZ0zK_GmQa4H5Z5LQqG5PQ/s1600-h/Sweaters_N_Ropes_008.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wqTMEMlmWs4-MLw1jkBlv2s8GkhtEVnSO0CIZEYtnTU2L2458zQt6G0Mw1uSgNC0j6YnpTuVQdMWcg1Cbc6Psvn2r4O9I86GvKBfr5SqA3xz8g0mXiGI7eZ0zK_GmQa4H5Z5LQqG5PQ/s400/Sweaters_N_Ropes_008.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629702363649922" border="0" /></a>What happened?! Where am I??? I...I can't move!!! What's going on here?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMTUW7BG7vrOPlNbiqRvfODm55v5Klf9x2eDRDzm49f4Fm0gUz8T6nu5ZPbsz0sFrnmHEj4npGlH2S1rWuYfaIeGZJSRbRZoB_td6RhNt2exd0822g4b_eFdizuB2dgoi6kfV34EdP6M/s1600-h/Sweaters_N_Ropes_010.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMTUW7BG7vrOPlNbiqRvfODm55v5Klf9x2eDRDzm49f4Fm0gUz8T6nu5ZPbsz0sFrnmHEj4npGlH2S1rWuYfaIeGZJSRbRZoB_td6RhNt2exd0822g4b_eFdizuB2dgoi6kfV34EdP6M/s400/Sweaters_N_Ropes_010.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403628654253261538" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuyrIuwegMrW52Hdf7YhrP0IuDNxihVx9dtFuQ08kLe6D78xy-VmYPzffwyFBXGLIHfbgrOniLlaaD-V4w-B53LWqF92f6cH8hV-mKcTERuK6ZI10gR_ALLFervzyuJQsOSFFRMYBG1E/s1600-h/Sweaters_N_Ropes_022.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuyrIuwegMrW52Hdf7YhrP0IuDNxihVx9dtFuQ08kLe6D78xy-VmYPzffwyFBXGLIHfbgrOniLlaaD-V4w-B53LWqF92f6cH8hV-mKcTERuK6ZI10gR_ALLFervzyuJQsOSFFRMYBG1E/s400/Sweaters_N_Ropes_022.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403628081519779298" border="0" /></a>What was that?! Footsteps? Oh no! They're coming closer!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAiuxVChbXWMu8mN3q0mvUhFzGplAF153ncLUbrLE-h5TjrokhyGjbHp7LGWuBLLarWwxdIz5JK71YmdWZ-qY1zPsDwncZqCDXHrenv1l4fp7iP-tC16jhEVJG39PjUMNCMlZSB0lcS8/s1600-h/Sweaters_N_Ropes_013.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAiuxVChbXWMu8mN3q0mvUhFzGplAF153ncLUbrLE-h5TjrokhyGjbHp7LGWuBLLarWwxdIz5JK71YmdWZ-qY1zPsDwncZqCDXHrenv1l4fp7iP-tC16jhEVJG39PjUMNCMlZSB0lcS8/s400/Sweaters_N_Ropes_013.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403628926778109474" border="0" /></a>"Wha...oo...ou...wahn?!" I can't speak with this gag. What's that in his hand?!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QG8zhVoLBiGcjiOYwAGuTYpNGEKCsRqFysRDEJpeZ5YiyeBaptljG0zbBDVhp6EYmJ99HzFwx3LCUIw-43tN0o_J1367qW3X4VRcC6yL1p2daA1bTHyeg2sOrfJbUR8ybdGslctGm-k/s1600-h/Sweaters_N_Ropes_003.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QG8zhVoLBiGcjiOYwAGuTYpNGEKCsRqFysRDEJpeZ5YiyeBaptljG0zbBDVhp6EYmJ99HzFwx3LCUIw-43tN0o_J1367qW3X4VRcC6yL1p2daA1bTHyeg2sOrfJbUR8ybdGslctGm-k/s400/Sweaters_N_Ropes_003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403627824039603138" border="0" /></a>This gag...worse than the cloth. It tingles on my lips. I don't make a sound?! *Sobs* No one will EVER hear me!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWq8ciqkC0zWw0CRzSoILiCizjrqDyNmRQfsU_LyrMJ3S8E-NdX3gL2iXdeHmF4USDTbp4YBA8zgQKevG3fswI3fUFKZn4Ss6iWmZqwMgl5k9NJhdgXNJ7s523rRls5MlZirDzts28X4/s1600-h/Sweaters_N_Ropes_005.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWq8ciqkC0zWw0CRzSoILiCizjrqDyNmRQfsU_LyrMJ3S8E-NdX3gL2iXdeHmF4USDTbp4YBA8zgQKevG3fswI3fUFKZn4Ss6iWmZqwMgl5k9NJhdgXNJ7s523rRls5MlZirDzts28X4/s400/Sweaters_N_Ropes_005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403629225008903922" border="0" /></a>He's leaving me here??? What's going on?! What IS this place?!First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-73212632149361183862009-10-25T11:40:00.000-07:002009-10-25T11:49:44.220-07:00Trussed and Tied Bondage Olympics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0ACWnXAa_zqpMUn_xv3nu0825295nNW4BlGisD1Wp8caThOGp4TALmKYGu6HrCNXTRqhZ86tXEgALnPYWIk6djL_Djx88Vu2c9FIV6BiRxhUNwo8IJu9WhXjRE9DBagKgbplaNEsvUc/s1600-h/Femlete_Tiffany.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0ACWnXAa_zqpMUn_xv3nu0825295nNW4BlGisD1Wp8caThOGp4TALmKYGu6HrCNXTRqhZ86tXEgALnPYWIk6djL_Djx88Vu2c9FIV6BiRxhUNwo8IJu9WhXjRE9DBagKgbplaNEsvUc/s400/Femlete_Tiffany.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396611338227128466" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-60678919799798272412009-10-21T13:49:00.000-07:002009-10-21T14:02:46.477-07:00The New Shibari Room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf47T0vUK5L_ZGkkA2MX83XLbh8_oGl5hMN_-ajt1HO6CHMnjzI_16vBKItWWjRFmesjOHGis45BKMspqC5Di-MrEH435m6ekCahzcHMrmwuNPb8C_ZjIDX2lg2h6LlQ_nnsSw9FDyErQ/s1600-h/ShbiariFeet2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf47T0vUK5L_ZGkkA2MX83XLbh8_oGl5hMN_-ajt1HO6CHMnjzI_16vBKItWWjRFmesjOHGis45BKMspqC5Di-MrEH435m6ekCahzcHMrmwuNPb8C_ZjIDX2lg2h6LlQ_nnsSw9FDyErQ/s400/ShbiariFeet2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395161566002297954" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-46315981363641444892009-10-01T22:29:00.000-07:002009-10-01T22:34:10.870-07:00Banishment: Day 5: An End to LonelinessIt 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieg61qLnTrrlxFtwfxQvSmESSrORWzX1x5brxhLs1EsLENnkN6bPv5nI8XelzT0aD7cfDAWm9HvYGWDNIC6LbEkRBZtFGQJma4ldW7Ny9nlVoQd6_46bOAue2RBd8af9CZTzZjauPQRxM/s1600-h/Snapshot_026.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieg61qLnTrrlxFtwfxQvSmESSrORWzX1x5brxhLs1EsLENnkN6bPv5nI8XelzT0aD7cfDAWm9HvYGWDNIC6LbEkRBZtFGQJma4ldW7Ny9nlVoQd6_46bOAue2RBd8af9CZTzZjauPQRxM/s400/Snapshot_026.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387871036887303522" border="0" />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. </a><br /><br />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.<br /><br />T-9355 was out of her banishment in record time. The bane "tried hard."<br /><br />T-9355 is no more and Tiffany is re-born.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-55641916314540779292009-09-30T17:24:00.000-07:002009-09-30T17:29:45.833-07:00Banishment: 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCDzGnpGYWz-l8tlMVnsYS04VexcMxhyUYVmEb8Phgj3gsgS5rdX3_xeA7RoiNhXxJ8DDf0BCpBa0QVySnjrLdcgipVQOjU_ulaGJH54sCdLcQ0qeTDB-tYQ-SI8URL1Lafez4kw_m_U/s1600-h/Snapshot_025.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCDzGnpGYWz-l8tlMVnsYS04VexcMxhyUYVmEb8Phgj3gsgS5rdX3_xeA7RoiNhXxJ8DDf0BCpBa0QVySnjrLdcgipVQOjU_ulaGJH54sCdLcQ0qeTDB-tYQ-SI8URL1Lafez4kw_m_U/s400/Snapshot_025.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387421235490433602" border="0" /></a>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.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-58342645322580959762009-09-30T17:03:00.000-07:002009-09-30T17:11:50.134-07:00Banishment: Day 4, Part 2The 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.<br /><br />I try to while away the hours with daydreams and discovering interesting places.<br /><br />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...<br /><br />Later, I stumbled upon this message that was left for me...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6_5HOdMOCSNVAGIFPI22HqL1-EA8QwUHNPsQNCk1rktEYsZdA4VyCMM2CJap3b3eT2EjGD6Aoh6DaA4CF3Nckr-Vcw0yz9dSWG5Ugj9NZXVO0gf7g1e7DTwlqrIDjFFtQ4XTozM4-7s/s1600-h/Snapshot_021.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO6_5HOdMOCSNVAGIFPI22HqL1-EA8QwUHNPsQNCk1rktEYsZdA4VyCMM2CJap3b3eT2EjGD6Aoh6DaA4CF3Nckr-Vcw0yz9dSWG5Ugj9NZXVO0gf7g1e7DTwlqrIDjFFtQ4XTozM4-7s/s400/Snapshot_021.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387416352742143714" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />As always, "Try harder, T-9355."First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-53902730973800280822009-09-30T11:47:00.000-07:002009-09-30T11:56:47.500-07:00Bansihment: 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.<br /><br />T-9355's controller informed her that she has 7 hours and 23 minutes remaining in her sentence, then dismissed her.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-43434306885069769532009-09-29T23:17:00.000-07:002009-09-30T11:57:22.123-07:00Banishment Day 3I have little to report.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I continue to wander aimlessly. Seeing what sights I can find. Trying to entertain myself with the crazy things that exist in this world.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />For now, Bane T-9355 is going to continue her endless, goalless wanderings. Eating away at her sentence. And hoping for no more violations...<br /><br />"Try harder, T-9355."First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-59632756870632204372009-09-28T19:13:00.001-07:002009-09-28T19:36:05.348-07:00Banishment: Day 2, Part 1To 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp1YeMNCshd6FEyMt7Y3w5GQIE8qIb06oQhEAM8ueZjIF0mmBjsRHIOl0kL14YRzuGKoQap1Q9O43ybyb1gXfEJbPT1CAvvXD7USw3mNMI6qJt1_O8l2BuVrqurfH4aq7M5B3KETIAhI/s1600-h/Snapshot_016.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOp1YeMNCshd6FEyMt7Y3w5GQIE8qIb06oQhEAM8ueZjIF0mmBjsRHIOl0kL14YRzuGKoQap1Q9O43ybyb1gXfEJbPT1CAvvXD7USw3mNMI6qJt1_O8l2BuVrqurfH4aq7M5B3KETIAhI/s400/Snapshot_016.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386707186565667794" border="0" /></a><br />It was all quite fun and interesting. And of course, I was ignored as the spectator I am.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />As before, my custodian ended its report with "Try harder, T-9355."First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-50406050423097664902009-09-27T17:34:00.000-07:002009-09-27T18:11:00.067-07:00Banishment Day 1: First Report.<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2CO-aMgBmY394QVrRMBJ3S_z2Zd_A-qBNaRNaVMMP1N0_5QmItiz_kudcrz2pUhobuuyQJaXXT_-uWB2roJAb-EMl8J53HXZzshBGIIhjoT8R0go9eHe6aDXmb6sJHu7oPZZnZmyyOw/s1600-h/Snapshot_013.png">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...</a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWNo0B6RcWzYmjZbA_FDYpipA_JkEReMOc0TdWx2onqthQ_GjLzwBTCM5brdV_OsTprji4lE9Z86co7jLYPUHbGIgPeDLtFsK6zcZtn1K1G6QCSqRIYsNEtX6PiYn1aM3m93-4VTkffw/s1600-h/Snapshot_004.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWNo0B6RcWzYmjZbA_FDYpipA_JkEReMOc0TdWx2onqthQ_GjLzwBTCM5brdV_OsTprji4lE9Z86co7jLYPUHbGIgPeDLtFsK6zcZtn1K1G6QCSqRIYsNEtX6PiYn1aM3m93-4VTkffw/s400/Snapshot_004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386310867959403474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn6Em4TW4dwJYUCdT4qeOK-hSh4FW4s8-7t1WWFk4kk4hONCvFqCNRMAKgEDKJEAd1fhZz1Rix2_MVbeU3SIPJSdkXZU4uEvAwI9rxr2DoMLJ1DsalcCQi44Cddkzf0K5tDqx89C-l2w/s1600-h/Snapshot_005.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn6Em4TW4dwJYUCdT4qeOK-hSh4FW4s8-7t1WWFk4kk4hONCvFqCNRMAKgEDKJEAd1fhZz1Rix2_MVbeU3SIPJSdkXZU4uEvAwI9rxr2DoMLJ1DsalcCQi44Cddkzf0K5tDqx89C-l2w/s400/Snapshot_005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386310968880135090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJWkNjz-dfy70WRggHn3jJ41jvoA0aTU7QzxQHTYUHv5mdkcQyZtHwf52acVzdXhcp577WlpOXQrXwdOwqKgWfBNFDMHTxQCePzqe8P7wc74JMqLoDvWGxBVJKT4rivjh4NUJMKzbC_M/s1600-h/Snapshot_008.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJWkNjz-dfy70WRggHn3jJ41jvoA0aTU7QzxQHTYUHv5mdkcQyZtHwf52acVzdXhcp577WlpOXQrXwdOwqKgWfBNFDMHTxQCePzqe8P7wc74JMqLoDvWGxBVJKT4rivjh4NUJMKzbC_M/s400/Snapshot_008.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386311189958796642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqogGVZyrSR_aDq4wkVghBZKLqaTBEWzetmeztohKcCz74cf6tpqX5XiBq3bOV7JZ73mKVKvb4ZrpxGrj_RYmL8OsvkguLxk9_H08Gb_zfa1HZ7PdVCQd5YgS7nST9YPTcrxuWNHtaqM/s1600-h/Snapshot_011.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqogGVZyrSR_aDq4wkVghBZKLqaTBEWzetmeztohKcCz74cf6tpqX5XiBq3bOV7JZ73mKVKvb4ZrpxGrj_RYmL8OsvkguLxk9_H08Gb_zfa1HZ7PdVCQd5YgS7nST9YPTcrxuWNHtaqM/s400/Snapshot_011.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386311385960413026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2CO-aMgBmY394QVrRMBJ3S_z2Zd_A-qBNaRNaVMMP1N0_5QmItiz_kudcrz2pUhobuuyQJaXXT_-uWB2roJAb-EMl8J53HXZzshBGIIhjoT8R0go9eHe6aDXmb6sJHu7oPZZnZmyyOw/s1600-h/Snapshot_013.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2CO-aMgBmY394QVrRMBJ3S_z2Zd_A-qBNaRNaVMMP1N0_5QmItiz_kudcrz2pUhobuuyQJaXXT_-uWB2roJAb-EMl8J53HXZzshBGIIhjoT8R0go9eHe6aDXmb6sJHu7oPZZnZmyyOw/s400/Snapshot_013.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386311589566801762" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />My custodian's final message was, "Try harder, T-9355." And I will.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />The whole, humiliating process took 7 minutes and I was summarily kicked out of the maintenance bay or risk a protocol violation.<br /><br />Now I stand, trying to determine my next course of action...First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-50954844883029031712009-09-27T12:49:00.000-07:002009-09-27T12:55:23.380-07:00Banisment Day 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnqQUcIjJlW57mZ-KMlA0HTDGRLek3eeaZtlvLWDw4mLngOV2tWJrlwjPmiz5T5cGAH9rf0EuGxgHxg3t93wprq3YODlOU4Giu9h6odEaggXJDyjC6-hv7eHhUMttrLselLN6yBAIvVY/s1600-h/Snapshot_003.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnqQUcIjJlW57mZ-KMlA0HTDGRLek3eeaZtlvLWDw4mLngOV2tWJrlwjPmiz5T5cGAH9rf0EuGxgHxg3t93wprq3YODlOU4Giu9h6odEaggXJDyjC6-hv7eHhUMttrLselLN6yBAIvVY/s400/Snapshot_003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386237900299684834" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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".<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-25484604080186640692009-09-26T08:45:00.000-07:002009-09-26T08:50:34.339-07:00I'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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-36658129112273204672009-09-07T08:07:00.000-07:002009-09-07T08:42:27.562-07:00A Quiet CartrideYesterday, I was feeling a bit down, but was picked up the moment Miss Wendi got on.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvzhoWVUx0qEzUXz7wwdvfBSyZzq8Ur8GOk1ZCF9Cjt0y1MWhN3KqjuUrcZUl3Ialm0Evf24tm1mXxA7pA30S30hSs7k4Umy5ZDaBkQsmW1ObiGOKMSdmi5byCEEkt3AuGXFQfRAG_NE/s1600-h/PonyTiff&Wendi01.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvzhoWVUx0qEzUXz7wwdvfBSyZzq8Ur8GOk1ZCF9Cjt0y1MWhN3KqjuUrcZUl3Ialm0Evf24tm1mXxA7pA30S30hSs7k4Umy5ZDaBkQsmW1ObiGOKMSdmi5byCEEkt3AuGXFQfRAG_NE/s400/PonyTiff&Wendi01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378743308911835138" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />But overall, the ride was peaceful, relaxing. And more than that, pony was serving her Miss. She was happy.<br /><br />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.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDnY8pPttcOUapSKtityFr8OI0owwsrsJP2qde1hxSuiQh2-YtUfpApOxIFXh6tot7G9BnLQT1i9brBA0K5id1NaHBY5jBu2wnlAm_CKno7f36W0iR46OBQLUTYSfReP_AJYCguMvmEw/s1600-h/PonyTiff&Wendi03.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDnY8pPttcOUapSKtityFr8OI0owwsrsJP2qde1hxSuiQh2-YtUfpApOxIFXh6tot7G9BnLQT1i9brBA0K5id1NaHBY5jBu2wnlAm_CKno7f36W0iR46OBQLUTYSfReP_AJYCguMvmEw/s400/PonyTiff&Wendi03.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378745987492165186" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1InGDUC9FK-Wm-N1WPHYzvoewlPBYvBrFXM-5U10gMjeL1m3BSsWraVLlTB2fzFzKQf5Vt-R2_TIMDc1ymoUlCu1RtBmfCdZHftTV9pAN-XwB1-z1n7mw1aej-p3Cm6vYEyQ9Q9pvi8/s1600-h/PonyTiff&Wendi02.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1InGDUC9FK-Wm-N1WPHYzvoewlPBYvBrFXM-5U10gMjeL1m3BSsWraVLlTB2fzFzKQf5Vt-R2_TIMDc1ymoUlCu1RtBmfCdZHftTV9pAN-XwB1-z1n7mw1aej-p3Cm6vYEyQ9Q9pvi8/s400/PonyTiff&Wendi02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378746630260180658" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />This was a wonderful adventure.<br /><br />Thank you Miss Wendi. I love you.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-22880857170793595062009-08-26T07:57:00.001-07:002009-08-26T08:01:07.909-07:00Useless SlaveA slave's goal and desire in life is to serve others.<br /><br />She serves in any way and aspect she can.<br /><br />A slave who isn't given the chance to serve, who's services are not demanded of her, goes unfulfilled.<br /><br />She starts to feel as if she is not needed. Not wanted. Not important.<br /><br />She feels useless.<br /><br />What do we do with useless things? They generally get thrown out.First Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-63847605897983348592009-08-12T18:48:00.000-07:002009-08-12T19:13:34.795-07:00Gone VictorianYesterday 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. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77F6gTOIHQljBwmDG2tAFzgpMjMC5I27FfBmlx4HP9a6wQb5vDEHU3BYz6htu7h-sQJKgmpApZPLH5UjBXAQ9dX7KrelnwWwrFFlSpfsVeo7iEwXZU89HTxDp2qRNWfhXYT2oSnr3UmY/s1600-h/Victorian_Fervent.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77F6gTOIHQljBwmDG2tAFzgpMjMC5I27FfBmlx4HP9a6wQb5vDEHU3BYz6htu7h-sQJKgmpApZPLH5UjBXAQ9dX7KrelnwWwrFFlSpfsVeo7iEwXZU89HTxDp2qRNWfhXYT2oSnr3UmY/s320/Victorian_Fervent.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369260267132133026" border="0" /></a> 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*<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Something was up.<br /><br />I tried to ignore the suspicious occurances and put my lovely pet on display in the courtyard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXLRT1qRzEZg2TthXU6MKpViRv8L3uFwkYGlaaz_s9axMB4cDs-6BA_FK4dLTBbjmWY5WxkXKoXQyfh5AXwOc7gbmFzeT_ea1gy1gRBQoOMw7ArMo67U_Yn3Q49cIaP0vJd6g-azrcIA/s1600-h/Snapshot_002.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXLRT1qRzEZg2TthXU6MKpViRv8L3uFwkYGlaaz_s9axMB4cDs-6BA_FK4dLTBbjmWY5WxkXKoXQyfh5AXwOc7gbmFzeT_ea1gy1gRBQoOMw7ArMo67U_Yn3Q49cIaP0vJd6g-azrcIA/s400/Snapshot_002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369262034532867122" border="0" /></a>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."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I think I impressed them.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXpjeR6n2ctWM-dWz_uHUG9qWi7bGpR3FrQtyhyphenhyphenARvlpH0satoc6GbnkEBFwBURvV72jZh1E3ZhI69xsOJEMN_cra0MDU9gl2ueTsIm1H6JDFlHJwM0vFtzezh3Kr18g6lKrIsKs5W64/s1600-h/Snapshot_009.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkXpjeR6n2ctWM-dWz_uHUG9qWi7bGpR3FrQtyhyphenhyphenARvlpH0satoc6GbnkEBFwBURvV72jZh1E3ZhI69xsOJEMN_cra0MDU9gl2ueTsIm1H6JDFlHJwM0vFtzezh3Kr18g6lKrIsKs5W64/s400/Snapshot_009.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369264149229111058" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />After a good long training session, I think the girl's skills have improved. Mistress and I can be wonderful teachers. *Giggles*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-T1anacuVOOkVuw4mVgq1jN0tc5ytQLiYW3tL4jkE4cphe5TDmepGWmrl_TxiuKv57Pr3kzyzAxTtbdNFUY3bWZkQrpFy0AMZzcgUyUDjGSap1mjXd8O7E9HGLw0Y3LKb5XVIr2icA8/s1600-h/Snapshot_011.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-T1anacuVOOkVuw4mVgq1jN0tc5ytQLiYW3tL4jkE4cphe5TDmepGWmrl_TxiuKv57Pr3kzyzAxTtbdNFUY3bWZkQrpFy0AMZzcgUyUDjGSap1mjXd8O7E9HGLw0Y3LKb5XVIr2icA8/s400/Snapshot_011.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369265088387447490" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />-TiffyFirst Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-68285775635987752032009-08-10T19:34:00.000-07:002009-08-10T19:56:20.820-07:00Goaded in Ballets (A fantasy)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JdalY3J2vEXiJEXlDD4uNqyXbOZJhTzJ-j_TYhpN3tH0DCx69rewVH1lnpXOf40x946SVsn3tkbgAAjzztXTgErWFfoxry7rxOkDb_BED1gwk9kXI6oMfmkM2Zt_uHLLwzUAmuNBxA0/s1600-h/Severe_Ballet_01.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JdalY3J2vEXiJEXlDD4uNqyXbOZJhTzJ-j_TYhpN3tH0DCx69rewVH1lnpXOf40x946SVsn3tkbgAAjzztXTgErWFfoxry7rxOkDb_BED1gwk9kXI6oMfmkM2Zt_uHLLwzUAmuNBxA0/s400/Severe_Ballet_01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368530150351788722" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />The women are forced to walk, through pain, through pleasure, nostrils flaring for every breath.<br /><br />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."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a2EPNiabTo8WZAJTSbjIw3NpDTxma5IIbwyv_Q6F90IjImSLNN_4G2GMIFOBLkj5g7UEFkTZej5xCIbD1FOToomwy9xdmOkFtiPljjelpmDwWNfAHYvrynyrv9UsZtki8iwmokFD270/s1600-h/Severe_Ballet_02.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a2EPNiabTo8WZAJTSbjIw3NpDTxma5IIbwyv_Q6F90IjImSLNN_4G2GMIFOBLkj5g7UEFkTZej5xCIbD1FOToomwy9xdmOkFtiPljjelpmDwWNfAHYvrynyrv9UsZtki8iwmokFD270/s400/Severe_Ballet_02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534493089685330" border="0" /></a><br />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...<br /><br />That's when my pussy spasms. And I feel the orgasm coming on...<br /><br />-TiffyFirst Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-34617001200164154752009-08-07T19:38:00.000-07:002009-08-07T19:54:35.118-07:00I'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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5-TYL2RjPxsP0XvHiTpx2MF4mnp1QzUjN8pABuuTR4Nk3SAgkn821KVNIq6UmH7ZPwMF8CncHon62MShKWDb83L6rjsIUc7kT5uArzZ2zLW77EdtgF3MQ4pYs0frMTsqfSlUTNZP9Lc/s1600-h/Snapshot_003.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5-TYL2RjPxsP0XvHiTpx2MF4mnp1QzUjN8pABuuTR4Nk3SAgkn821KVNIq6UmH7ZPwMF8CncHon62MShKWDb83L6rjsIUc7kT5uArzZ2zLW77EdtgF3MQ4pYs0frMTsqfSlUTNZP9Lc/s400/Snapshot_003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367419799917522130" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.)<br /><br />The Mistress finally gave up after saying she'd have to yell at Wendi for ruining her perfect traps.<br /><br />Then a friend TP'd me down to ground level in the castle. And that's when Wendi finally came along.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So I'm not going to be using these pods again.<br /><br />-TiffyFirst Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349769628833143086.post-55010518838605694432009-08-06T22:35:00.000-07:002009-08-06T22:57:13.353-07:00I love Oral!Giving! Receiving!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I LOVE YOU PRECIOUS!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZ50zSJ7SS2nqFs4uUUAWgwK_49sD9YeyN9OURdohHis0mFnIBQBgnYzYz05hXDN_Q7D8LWIwctu3Yqf6ygWwGEq9kMD5Cae4kdUHIahq1ygUJuP3N4su9ssYPS-qUDnGwybtf3xNSUg/s1600-h/On_the_Cleaner_001r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZ50zSJ7SS2nqFs4uUUAWgwK_49sD9YeyN9OURdohHis0mFnIBQBgnYzYz05hXDN_Q7D8LWIwctu3Yqf6ygWwGEq9kMD5Cae4kdUHIahq1ygUJuP3N4su9ssYPS-qUDnGwybtf3xNSUg/s320/On_the_Cleaner_001r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367092243709177330" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Only then did I take advantage of her position...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZppzK4epZJwsJc6qxprmmKa_IWJAnor-W53FTsOuyvD6NaLba-UNIeytIGg7k0rv9DLt5Yor62g63LzL4pw_-dVwJer0b9cSAmdtFONe8PLd43bRzfckyzUcFRrOdBxvRdemhp0HYBk/s1600-h/On_the_Cleaner_002r.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZppzK4epZJwsJc6qxprmmKa_IWJAnor-W53FTsOuyvD6NaLba-UNIeytIGg7k0rv9DLt5Yor62g63LzL4pw_-dVwJer0b9cSAmdtFONe8PLd43bRzfckyzUcFRrOdBxvRdemhp0HYBk/s320/On_the_Cleaner_002r.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367093528055395586" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CN0yVIYiUat2D9u85prMVWmeypBvditWwU_7OR-qkh77x0wiEElwFTBHJ-lcoAY6PoghR17sw1-HQ6XQhd8-VyRQBrK79RdJXC74YMGhWQOedSyXeEBWhNZ72T9BDMyUKzfYNQ_ntiM/s1600-h/On_the_Cleaner_004.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2CN0yVIYiUat2D9u85prMVWmeypBvditWwU_7OR-qkh77x0wiEElwFTBHJ-lcoAY6PoghR17sw1-HQ6XQhd8-VyRQBrK79RdJXC74YMGhWQOedSyXeEBWhNZ72T9BDMyUKzfYNQ_ntiM/s320/On_the_Cleaner_004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367095024502287954" border="0" /></a>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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Mmm...I love giving oral.<br /><br />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?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQy88fqfKFffe02KhGlvfklN91YXZufU8PiCfpCoa5xD7ONdT1FqIdw3SJXACFw12okC1YrvFuxvtqogM57afFtgGX88mPMnr1lxqLrdhCjg_R6MojkpDmiBq8u15ALVN1eGNomCPsYQ/s1600-h/On_the_Cleaner_007.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQy88fqfKFffe02KhGlvfklN91YXZufU8PiCfpCoa5xD7ONdT1FqIdw3SJXACFw12okC1YrvFuxvtqogM57afFtgGX88mPMnr1lxqLrdhCjg_R6MojkpDmiBq8u15ALVN1eGNomCPsYQ/s320/On_the_Cleaner_007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367096635049587250" border="0" /></a><br />Thank you again for reading!<br /><br />-TiffyFirst Girl Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06317464417431287570noreply@blogger.com0