Happy 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.

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.

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:



I knew then I was in trouble. It was time for my birthday spankings!

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.







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:



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."

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.

It was a wonderful birthday gift and I thank all those who participated. Especially my Mistress, who planned and arranged the whole surprise.

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...

To Be Continued...

Hoppy Easter!!!

Hoppy Easter from Sanctuary!

Absolute Slavery

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Tied Tight, Rope Bondage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trussed and Tied Bondage Olympics

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

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

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

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

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

The New Shibari Room

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

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

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

Banishment: Day 5: An End to Loneliness

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

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

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

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

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