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Second Life Name: Winthorpe Foghorn Zinnemann
About My Second Life
(I have now a blog, but it's in Italian! Should you care to visit it anyways - and perhaps read it with babelfish, the URL is win.myblog.it.
I entered Second Life in early 2007 and got tired of that in about a week. I gave it up, as I hear most of the people who register usually does.
Many months later, I had a fever and I gave it a second try. I explored some of the BDSM places, got trapped in a few automatic cages and then I had the thrill of being trapped by cages controlled by someone else.
I think this clicked it for me. I found out about RR Restraints and got the urge of earning some money in order to afford buying them. At the moment, I am the proud owner and wearer of Marine's Cuffs, Leg Irons, Shibari ropes, Arms and Legs Straps, Ballgag and Blindfold.
I spend way too much of my time playing with these toys and with friends I met in the few places I wandered in. Since not very many good dommes are around, I happened to play that role more often than I would have wanted. I found I enjoyed both, although I still not think much of my dominant side
Then I met someone I somehow felt strongly for. She was looking for someone to dom her and I occasionally did, just to enjoy the company of her kindred and troubled spirit. We spent some unforgettable time in someone else's dungeon and I thought our brief encounter might have become something special.
I was waiting for that to happen. It did not, which unexpectedly broke my avatar heart.
I won't let her know because I understand she's content now, but I did not feel like playing anymore, at least for a while. I let the first kidnapper who passed by snatch me from where I was, and she gave me to someone she already knew. My new keeper said she would hold me in a cell, as protection, until I was able to struggle out of my restraints.
Before that could happen, though, she came into my cell and asked if I was available to become her slave. My only rule on SL is I will not say no to whoever hold my keys at the moment, so I said yes. I surrendered all the keys of my restraints to her and she made me one of her Latex Dolls.
I miss all the friends in the places I dwelled before, but I feel more pacified now, the bites of jealousy now smothered by those of the cuffs that were locked on my wrists. A year after coming on SL, I am now a slave and not really looking forward to escape.
Until anything else happens that I am unable to foresee yet, as I had not foreseen all that has happened so far.
My Second Life Resume
After the usual (and rather boring) camping time, I realized I was going nowhere near to what I needed to buy. I eventually found a job as a dancer at the House Nishi BDSM club. Tips told me I was good in entertaining the guests and making them at ease. The lack of request for my escorting card told me, with some relief, that I was probably not cut for that.
I made all my little money just by dancing on the stage, trying to greet anyone, regardless of their wealth or propension to tip, making a conversation with many nice people from all over the world. I haven't been going there a lot recently, though... a little because tips have fallen dramatically, a little because I was trying to be close to the person I mentioned earlier, a little because I had new toys I wanted to play with.
I met someone who likes to be dommed and who enjoys his Mistress to milk money from him. I made some money off him, and I am not ashamed of that because I know that's exactly what he wanted. I don't think I will be able to work again for a while, though. Not now with my being a slave, wearing a striped catsuit and cuffs. But, who knows, it might be time to try and learn building things... and perhaps, eventually, create some of those BDSM toys I like so much.
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