Something inbetween: Claven, Albatraz and Betina Sands

14 Jun 2017 Leave a comment

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We know Claven Albratos since 2008, since our very first months in Second Life and ever since we know her, Claven owns and operates a private prison – Albatraz. For several months Claven had her prison up in the sky close to our home and one day a prisoner of hers fell on our plot. That is how qt (aka. Maurer’s It) came to us and stayed our permanent prisoner for four years (she left SL after loosing her account due to hacking). Claven is a passionate builder and scripter. Her prison is really huge and has really many cells. It is impressive what structures Claven can build with just a few prims. Her cells are unique, she wrote the scripts for them. I often asked to get one of her cell rows or to purchase them, but as she’s constantly improving them, she doesn’t bring them to the market – so don’t ask.

Claven is a regular guest at our Friday Night party. Sometimes she’s in a generous mood and takes one or two of her slaves with her to the party. Lately she brought Lexi (lexijored) and Betina Sands several times with her to the party and they were even allowed to talk (which is even more generous). Betina Sands told me that she’s a reader of this blog and as we talked about it, I asked her to write a bit about herself, something to be published here. (read also here). To my surprise a few weeks ago I really got her story. It is about her Second Life as Claven’s prisoner and slave. What was missing were some pictures which I got now. So here is Betina’s story about herself in Second Life and about the life of a prisoner and slave at Albatraz:

I was surprised and delighted to see myself mentioned in a story your wonderful blog. I’ve attended your dance with Mistress probably four times now, and it took me that long to figure out who you were because I can’t see names or places. I figure the least I can do is tell you a little about me like you asked. So here’s my story about becoming Mistress Claven’s:

I’ve been around SL on and off for a long time now. Over the years, every once in a while, I would hear stories about a private prison named Albatraz, and about the strict and intimidating owner Claven Albatros. One night I’d found a landmark to Albatraz in someone’s profile. Of course, my curiosity got the best of me. I visited to find a girl locked inside what I now know as the holding cells at the top of the prison. She said the “evil” prison owner had locked her inside. We talked a while (including some teasing from me about her predicament) and I promised to come back soon to talk more.

The next time I visited, I had a short talk with the same girl in the cage. Suddenly, I found myself turned upside-down and held suspended by a silver robot. The robot quickly deposited me inside another cage next to the girl. I tried to get out, but the locks held tight and I was prevented from teleporting. A short while later, Claven Albatros herself showed up. I figured I could explain this was all a mistake and I’d be able to go free. I had done nothing wrong after all. I got as far as “Hello Miss Claven…” before she entered the cell, gagged me, cuffed me, tore of my dress, and started leading me down to the lower levels of the prison for ‘processing’.

I will spare you every detail of what transpired, but it included being searched, having a proprietary ‘Lense’ installed, and being fitted with a tight metal chastity belt. My IMs were taken completely. I was no longer allowed to see names or places. The longest list or RLV restrictions I’ve ever seen was added. I was then led into a small cell and pushed into a hanging metal cage just big enough to fit me. I was stunned. But! I had been in other SL prisons already. So I figured if I behaved, I’d be out in a few days! A few weeks, tops. Right?… Right?

I’ve now been owned by Mistress and been kept at Albatraz for well over a year. There is no sign that I will ever be released (not that I’d want to be). *wink Through my time here, I have found Claven Albatros to be captivating, confident, cruel, controlling, creative, and clever. Make no mistake, being kept in Albatraz Prison is not easy. I am truly a prisoner with no rights. I can be thrown, blindfolded and gagged, into that hanging cage in the depths of the prison just as easily as I can attend your fun Friday party on her leash. My chastity belt is rarely if ever unlocked, and prisoners are only fed what (for legal reasons) is called ‘food-like’ paste. My entire life is now decided entirely by my owner and warden.

However, it’s not all doom and gloom. Mistress can be very affectionate, warm, and caring with those she likes; friends and prisoners alike. She can also craft puns or engage in wordplay with the best of them. And whether prisoners have been held isolated and blindfolded in a tiny cell all week, have been able to see the sun and spend time on the exercise course (spiked floor and whips included), or have spent time relaxing at Mistress’ feet, we can always count on the Sunday night dance at the Twisted Nipple club. A very similar atmosphere to your Friday dances. Along with Mistress’ close group of friends and other visitors, there is also a select group of long term prisoners that I like to think of as the ‘keepers’ held inside the prison.

Betina Sands (in the foreground) at Claven’s regular party – Sunday nights CST

Alright, my mouth is cramping from writing all of this. Oh, I probably should have told you. My arms have never been released from behind my back since I was captured more than a year ago. Having ‘Touch’ is overrated anyway. I will leave anyone curious about Albatraz Prison with the same warning I give to everyone; ‘Be careful what you wish for.’ And also with one of Mistress Claven’s favorite sayings, “It could be worse. It can always be worse.”

Thank you Betina for providing your story. I really appreciate it and it adds very well to the variety of this blog. Thank you Claven, for allowing it and for sending the link to Betina’s pictures.

The Mistress Chair

04 May 2017 1 Comment

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When we visited “La Joie Mauvaise. The Motel” (read here), I saw a very particular piece of furniture at the mansion there, a sculpture made of 3 naked slaves who form a chair. I asked Mistress Jenny to try it out and she did not just sit on the chair, she began to try out all couple poses with me. The chair itself is very extraordinairy and the couple poses are well made. I took a whole series of pictures and I admit that the poses did excite me. At the end of our visit I could convince Mistress Jenny to get this chair for our home. We placed one in our dungeon and one in our private skybox. The chair is sold by LOON (Jipe Loon) and called “Mistress Chair Fetish“.

Something inbetween – Sarah’s Entrapment

10 Apr 2017 1 Comment

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What does drive someone to lock herself up in an uncomfortable cage? Why does someone enjoy the feeling of helplessness? About a week ago, Mistress Jenny gave me the link to a story. It’s a story about the facination of bondage and about the submission of a young woman to an even younger woman. The story starts slowly and develops steadily. What I do like in particular is that the story is still close enough at reality, hence you can imagine it happening. And everytime Mistress and I see a cage it reminds us to this story. It will take a few hours to read it, but it is worth in my humble opinion. Here’s the link to “Sarah’s Entrapment” – http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/70410

No post without a picture. I picked one that I took of myself when I explored “Days of O” in February “Simploring 2017 (13) – Days of O” because it fits to the story.

February 23rd: Diomita being naughty while exploring “Days of O”

By the way: That doesn’t me that I see myself as Sarah. And there is also no similarity at all with Sarah Fhang or with anybody of us in Second Life. But you may of course imagine who would fit to which character in this Story. That might be part of the fun.

The Victorian Corset Story – Part III

07 Apr 2017 3 Comments

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The following story was written by our slave Flo. Mistress Jenny and I did some revisions and formatting. After discussing it with slave Flo we agreed not to change the names of the acting persons but to keep them as they have some similarity to us in Second Life.
I will add some pictures, that do not fit with the story itself but fit with the theme.

Read part I here and part II here.

Victorian Story part 3
2025 comeback of Victorian corset?

Cecy shivered at Florence’s side. She was worried that Flo ‘s health might be at risk because of all the things that had been applied and how tight they looked.  Maybe somebody laced  this way in a Victorian corset could suffocate and die while the release could not be done very easily. It would take many minutes to release all these ‘fashion style restrictions’.
 “I have medical skills Cecy, I know well how much “our” volunteers can take, and her waist is far not at the target, where it will be in 6 months, at 18 inches!”
Officer Diomita was prepared as Florence fainted and used strong smelling salts to get the volunteer back to consciousness. The only visible sign was to see her faintly struggling and her breath become more regular. Something unexpected appeared but was hidden under the corset.
Florence never felt this anytime before, she was moist and a never known arousal hit her.
That moment Lady Jenny joined and told everyone that she will be called Mistress by all her employees and volunteers – only in public she has to be addressed as Lady Jenny.
With her forefinger she poked the encased Florence and smiled.
“I guess Flo has some secrets and new experiences. Most Victorian corseted ones report from a arousal and something like a untouched orgasm. She will tell us, won’t you Flo?”
A faint grunt was the only reaction of poor Flo.
“What’s up next Officer Diomita?”
“Well, Florence will stay like this. She was not the kind of cooperate we expect Mistress Jenny. The punishment on her head will stay for another hour. Then we try to to see her sharing with us as ‘we like’.”
“For Cecy I have some kind of the new underwear to test meanwhile”
Cecy’s eyes widened at this announcement but she hesitated to comment in fear what she saw happen to Flo.
“The yellow bag please Cecy and then strip naked.”]
Cecy folded her garments and placed them all in a drawer. Officer Diomita took them with a cold glare,  “don’t need them next 7 days!”
7 days? No clothes, no underwear. All became very strange for cecy but within seconds she was ordered to fold her arms across her boobs. A white armless jacket was fitted around her upper body and made her helpless, or better to say ‘happy’ – she likes and is very experienced in bondage, unlike Florence.
Officer Diomita guided Cecy into the near bathroom. There she placed Cecy into shower and fixed the front ring of the jacket with a short chain to a ring about 1 meter from floor. This forced Cecy to bend at her hips and present prominently her intimates.
With a hose pipe the officer splashed cold water on Cecy’s cunt and ass. She showed no excuse at the struggling Cecy and just powered up the stream even more.
It looked like the sadistic Officer was happy to do so ‘because she can’.
As the cooled body parts went red the Officer stopped. The towel she used was not soft, no, it was scratching and the dry effect hurt by strong rubbing.
This caused Cecy to whimper and the Officer honoured this immediately with a sharp slap on her butt. Next,  Cecy was guided by the chain into the dressing room where she had to bend over a hip high bench.
Her legs where spread and tied with leather locked cuffs to the clamps waiting the locks. The Officer took some black medical gloves and used lube to smear over her cunt, deep inside, and around sphincter.
Cecy struggled knowing very well that there would be some special treatments planned for her. The big black looking plug was close 5 cm  in largest diameter and 15 cm length.
She saw the attached bulb and had no doubts that this would soon be placed in her back hole. Officer Diomita told her to relax and begun to push and widen until she could push them hard in.
“Good Girl” she whispered, “Mistress did the right choice with you, little maso slut”.
Next item was a huge black/silver looking dildo.
“These silver pads here can give you either pleasure or pain, depending your cooperation and my mood too…..”.
She had no problem to slip the intruder in Cecy’s almost dripping cunt. At the end she secured both blow up guests with a harness that held them tight in place and had a small surprise at the spot where the sensitive spot of Cecy’s clit was touched.
Two pins, not as sharp to really pinch, but to make good contact had been placed in the reinforced shield.
“This is cyber technique, slut Cecy, no need for power supply as the toy itself creates electricity from your own heat and moisture” commented Officer Diomita while she locked the belt with a electronic/electromagnetic lock.
She showed Cecy her smart phone with the new App ‘teleguide and pleasure’.
“This app is free for anyone. It has a search function to connect to any such device nearby. This might be fun at parties when you can be either teased or even tortured by anyone.”Just as this was happening Mistress Jenny came back to check and immediately used the App and sent a short impulse at Cecy’s clit. Not painful, really arousing but to short to make pleasure.
Cecy shrugged and whispered “ouuuwww…. what surprise Officer …mmmhhhh”.

The Victorian Corset Story part 3: Officer Diomita with Florence and Cecy

Inside her jacket Cecy felt the heat and her sweating but no way to move her hands. She would have given any promise to get more of this teasing.

Mistress Diomita smiled
“now I like to stop this feeling immediately” and a sharp stitch hit her. “this was only level 3 of ten, more to come dear volunteer.”
“We have time to reach the top and you can report afterwards how this toys make you be silent and obedient.”
Officer Diomita played with the App, teasing touches followed by sharp level 3 hits.
“Once in combination with full Victorian corset, restricted arms in reverse prayer, the Victorian lady’s will show her pride and silence on every corset party. You two, Cecy and Flo can be proud that you have been part of the development of the latest and best Victorian corsets”.
“Officer Diomita, please release Florence from hood and gag, then let her report how she will cooperate in the next steps”. “Well, Mistress, I will visit your office as soon both volunteers finished this first day outfit test.”    (end of part 3)

Thank you

01 Apr 2017 Leave a comment

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This blog has become larger than ever thought. It started as a little diary and that is still the main reason for me to write, to save the memories that we collect in Second Life. In the meanwhile the blog attracted some readers and I admit that it makes me particularly happy, when I get a message in Second Life out of the blue from someone telling me, that she or he follows our blog.
Last month, was the first month in which we had more than 3,000 clicks and hence more than 100 clicks daily in average. The blog will reach 100,000 all time clicks most probably in the course of this year. I want to take this opportunity to thank you for reading and following our Second Life and our blog.

Diomita

P.S. No post without a picture. Here’s one picture for this entry

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March 28th: Mistress Diomita with her property Jenny at The Secret House

The Victorian Corset Story – Part II

21 Mar 2017 5 Comments

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The following story was written by our slave Flo. Mistress Jenny and I did some revisions and formatting. After discussing it with slave Flo we agreed not to change the names of the acting persons but to keep them as they have some similarity to us in Second Life.
I will add some pictures, that do not fit with the story itself but fit with the theme.

Victorian Story part 2
2025 comeback of Victorian corset?

Florence felt the corset start to tighten the whole length at once, her hips, waist and chest had no time to adjust the tight fit. She bit her lips so she would not upset the Officer, like Cecy had and tried to get enough air to breath. Down her hips the embrace was close and almost comfy but on her ribcage it became painful – she struggled and fumbled on the corset to help herself.
“Thats ‘medium’ Florence – you are a good one, now relax next 10 Minutes and then be prepared as the machine will close the laces fully. Take a deep breath if you ever can”
It was the first time Officer Diomita had smiled. The waister worked now much slower and you could tell from the noise that the force was quite heavy to pull tight. It took about 8 minutes of fighting and moaning by Florence until the corset was fully closed.
“Fine let’s measure what we got”
Florence now had her waist reduced to 27 inches for the first time. She took small breathes and as soon as the laces had been knotted and she was released, she started to turn and look at herself at the mirror. She was impressed, then asked shyly
“May I slip off the corset now Officer Diomita?”
That caused another eye contact and a silent shake of her head.
“Our engineers had made some more special parts to this corset and until all is checked it will remain on. Let’s move further, we have a nice necklace that will suit you well”.
Cecy took a small piece that was reinforced in length and had a special form. She guided it around Florences neck. Cecy had paid a lot of attention to use all of the grommets and laced first manually in a loose form. The Officer explained that in the early stage the neck collar should be tighten by hand.
 “See this is like a jewel on a ladys throat. Goes up 3 inches when well laced and helps to get a proud and elegant presentation of any female.”
Florence tried to lower her head but felt that the movement was lightly restricted. Officer explained that the neck corset contains four parts moulded in carbon fibre to the exact outline of Florence’s Neck. This way it will be hard as steel but lightweight to wear. Diomita, the officer, took a small padlock and then locked the neck corset. Florence was quite shocked and tried to grab and pull on the lock as the Officer turned and brought next item to test. She ordered Florence to put her hands on her back, palms touching while she rapidly slid a monoglove over her arms. Before Florence could react, her arms where encased in a matching item like the corset. Her hands pulled hard against each other by the snug fit and the external strap. Also her elbows where forced to touch and her breathing became much harder. Her chest was pushed much stronger into the small busk of the corset.
Flo whimpered and begged to be released but the reaction from Officer Diomita was very stern.

“We are not done now”

slave Flo, Diomita, slave cecy and Mistress Jenny in front of a newly opened shop

“For the first Fashion show of VCS Victorian Corset Society we have many more items to test, to modify  and test again. Next are your legs – we have something to make your walk more feminine”.With an evil grin she showed the ‘ballet trainers’ – braces to fix the leg below knee to toe with several leather straps that keep the feet in straight line with the leg bone. This was so painful, Florence started to complain and whimpered.

“You signed to work as volunteer Florence, you are being well paid and you knew about the project and how we handle volunteers so no more complaining!”
“But Officer, please …. I cant bear all this at once”
“I will show you, how you can! We expected such a reaction and therefore we created some items that need to be tested as well, so we started already with some of those on you dear Florence. Cecy, reach for the blue box over there”
Officer took a first item out of the box and showed in front of the whimpering Florence.
“open your mouth!”
Officer roughly pushed the penis shaped gag between Flo’s lips. Then Florence had to open even more until her lips reached the front plate that touched her lips. She could feel that her teeth had became trapped in some kind of pockets and she could no more touch them with her tongue. A set of straps had been pulled tight and pushed the gag deeper in her mouth. Her chin was pulled upwards and was pressing her jaw against the gagging device. The Harness sealed any sounds and forced Florence to concentrate to swallow her drool. Her eyes where showing rolling tears and a faint crying escaped the now only opening left, her nose.
    Officer took the next item out of the box and this was a very special double padded leather hood. Its purpose was to cover gag straps, ears and eyes, leaving only the part of the gag uncovered.
 “Cecy” go on and lace the hood to maximum tightness, then slide the zipper over the laces and lock the hood with this padlock.”
 Florence was now in horror as all her senses had been cut. She could only hear very faint voices, her eyes where harshly pressed shut by the padding. The way Florence was now restricted, with a boned corset from knee to shoulders, the neck corset, ballet trainers, gag and hood made her fighting for air – but no more complaining. Her breath become very faint and she only felt the world and all her senses gone. She passed out?

The Victorian Corset Story – Part I

15 Mar 2017 4 Comments

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The following story was written by our slave Flo. Mistress Jenny and I did some revisions and formatting. After discussing it with slave Flo we agreed not to change the names of the acting persons but to keep them as they have some similarity to us in Second Life.
I will add some pictures, that do not fit with the story itself but fit with the theme.

Victorian Story part 1
2025 comeback of Victorian corset?

Madame Jenny Maurer became pretty wealthy with the death of her husband. He was a very successful banker who knew every type of trick to earn money from even empty fields. He was somebody who didn’t care about the law as long as he was able to buy lawyers. He met his fate when an angry bugged customer shot him with more then 40 bullets from a machine gun.
    Most of his money had been spread all over the world, hidden by tax offices in Switzerland, Luxembourg, Singapore and The Cayman Islands. Mr. Maurer was so  clever that even his lawyers each knew only the account of one single country. Every lawyer had signed a contract so  that in the worst case, should he die then each Lawyer would get a huge payment if they supported his loved wife to receive an easy life without him. So after a period of six months Madame Maurer got the first 15 million € on her account, and she knew that from this day on she will get the same amount every six months.
It was one of Madame Maurer’s dreams, since she saw the collection of some fashion corsets on the show 2020 in Milano, to build up her own business. She could never understand why the Victorian Epoch, had showed such nice young women, well mannered ladies with tiny waists, has found his end in the past close 1900. Those wonderful figures attracted her so much that she decided there must be a comeback – and she would start her own business with the goal to be the world’s first and best institute for corsets in Victorian style.
First of all she started a short business plan. There must be a community around the whole world who would be interested or addicted to wearing or viewing ladies in corsets. She started a research of addresses of Internet users who searched about corsets. She had some more plans in mind with this form of dressing and also included words as „Victorian, stays, high heel, lacing“. Equipped with those nearly 100’000 addresses she made the next step. She searched for sewer as she planned to have all in same house, the manufacturing, the boutique and also a part that she called “Institute” where customers can be supported in her new world of Victorian 2025.
     With some advertising she also searched for volunteers and people with high medical skills to have even the part of health at your side. Marketing specialists where hired to create appropriate websites, create newsletters, and do research of customers from both sides, men who would like to have a wife wearing a corset and women who dreamed of a slim waist. It was that easy as the mankind this century lives to much in overflow and most women have become body shapes far from „normal BMI“. VCS – in short – Victorian Corset Society was the name of the new Company.
    All personal hired were put through a very specific assessment program and had to sign for loyalty and absolute confidence about all project issues of the company. In return  they got well paid and participated on companies profit annually.  That way a sewer would earn close 10.000 € / month and the volunteers up to 8.000 € / month. Money was really no matter – the only goal was to become the best world wide. The factory had been best equipped with latest computer aided cutting systems for different materials such as normal cotton fabric, silk, and even leather, latex, steel and carbon fibres. A small part was for the mechanic engineer who had to create parts for its use on corsets and add-ons.
Madame Maurer did not like to run much of daily work, more she preferred to be creative and find solutions with the manufacture procedures; while the person responsible for the final checks and use had been a former military officer who treated soldiers to become strong. Her name was Diomita or to be called most time officer Diomita. She was in her early fifties, well trained body and a voice that could cut steel if it was needed. On the other hand she had her own personality that was closely hidden and no one ever could catch her heart. By June 1st, 2021 everything was set to proceed and the first corsets purchased on the market had been cut in parts, modified and became ready to be shown by the volunteers.
     Florence Riddler was one of them, with a relatively good shaped figure but a waist about 35 inches. For her it was the first time to get laced in a corset to transform her waist. Together with 2 other volunteers they have received instructions about everything needing to dress in Victorian style. So they became aware about lacing bar, tightening with the „waister“ a machine that is computer controlled to pull laces in a specific defined force. All they had to do was to be prepared at any time to change and help to test the garments coming from manufacture.

Florence waited patiently just in her bloomers, covering her nude well sized 32D Cups boobs with her hands as officer Diomita came and handed the corset to the second volunteer, Cecilia, a tall girl in her early twenties and rather small breasts.

The Victorian corset story: Madame Jenny and Officer Diomita with Florence and Cecilia

„You will now do all lacing on Florence so that we can test the „waister“ for its first time for real“.

The corset was made to slip  over the arms below the shoulder straps and covered the body just down to crotch. Cecilia was trying her best,  but officer Diomita did not have the patience, to her things were moving much too slow. She commanded in sharp voice to hurry and that made Cecilia become distracted. The bust part was close to the size for Florence but Madame decided to reduce the cups a bit as the boobs would pop upwards and mark a much sexier cleavage. While the laces had been attached to the waister Florence could not resist to slide her hands over the smooth fabric with a shy smile.
     The officer started the waister to watch the laces been pulled continuously. The corset started to embrace Florence and with easy setting, made to minimal pull, the waister stopped as the gap was about 3 inches. The officer checked the lacing and then silently pointed at the two rivets, Cecilia had forgot to pull the laces trough.
Shaking her head she whispered
 „I will not accept this tardiness – I will show you how to work faster and never …. never ever you forget this lesson – comprende?“
Her low voice was the worst for the volunteers – that was stated in a early lesson by Madame Jenny Maurer when she introduced the officer. Cecilia quickly released the laces from waister, and corrected her mistake, reattached and said “ready Officer – you might go on”. Another cold view was her answer and she pushed the enter button again to restart but now with setting to medium pull power.

bdsm closeup

08 Feb 2017 Leave a comment

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20170206-bdsm-closeup-signMonday night, February 6th, we were invited to the opening of the exhibiton “bdsm closeup” of Barbara Reiter-Jewell. Lady Barbara is a friend of ours who attends our Friday night party sometimes.
Our niece Angelique is a member of her House BHoL and serves as a maid there every once in a while. Also our friend vero, Madame Sarah’s sub, has close connections to Lady Barbara.
Lady Barbara Reiter-Jewell (in SL since 2006) is the Second Life character for a swiss based international pro photographer (born 1962) specialized mostly into fashion and beauty photography for advertising and editorial. In SL she runs a gallery named “20][21”, where she shows some of her work. “bdsm closeup” is the sequel of other exhibitions and moves to a brighter lustful side of the topic. As well the series get into more intimacy by showing only close-up’s, like breaking into that dream and working out the more erotic part of the submissive side.

February 6th - opening of "bdsm closeup" at gallery 20][21: Diomita, Angelique, Mistress Jenny and Lady Barbara

February 6th – opening of “bdsm closeup” at gallery 20][21: Diomita, Angelique, Mistress Jenny and Lady Barbara

The exhibition “bdsm closeup” will stay open throughout February and maybe March until Lady Barbara replaces it with another exhibition in her gallery 20][21. Pictures are sold unframed, modify only (to adapt the size), no copy, no transfer. Price per picture for this series is L$ 500. If you like erotic pictures have a look at this exhibtion.

February 6th - "bdsm closeup" at gallery 20][21 opened for public

February 6th – “bdsm closeup” at gallery 20][21 opened for public

Landmark to Gallery 20][21
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Enchanted%20Love/18/20/2500

Do you believe that your thoughts determine your destiny?

30 Jan 2017 3 Comments

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During the last weeks our Kitty spent a lot of time with Belle Fonda (kyttentoy) and Karina Fonda (karina983) and Mistress Jenny and I got regular reports and updates. In her last report Kitty recounted that she talked Belle and Karina into a cell at S & L Storage Facility. Kitty’s report was quite detailed and I asked her to make a blog entry of it for us. Well …. here it is 🙂

Do you believe that your thoughts determine your destiny?

Are we the products of our thinking? Maybe you already know that there is some kind of a mysterious link between the way your mind forms thoughts and the types of events you might be confronted with in the future.
Have you ever experienced strange coincidences? Maybe, in the midst of a terrible downpour,  you were desperately hoping for a parking spot to open up right in front of the store and just as you approached, another car pulls out of the spot closest to the entrance door. Got lucky? Or was there a greater force at work?
Try it out for yourself and see what happens. If you still have doubts, begin to pay close attention to your thoughts and then observe the outcome later on.
But before you go off attempting to bewitch the next lottery drawing, what about thoughts for things or events that we don’t desire? After all, the mind can’t ‘unthink’ a thought. At least not in the way we use the backspace key or undo button on a computer. For example, if you were told not to think of pink polar bears, guess what creature your mind visualized right at this moment? You can’t undo it anymore. The thought was there. But we’re not stopping here: To take it up a notch, are your thoughts even your own? Or are they someone else’s plug? And if your thoughts are someone else’s plug, is that someone even aware of it? Or did they fall victim to yet another person’s suggestions?
Sounds creepy? Confused? Here is where the fun begins… hehe:
Kitty and Belle have been at it recently, stealing each other’s keys, locking each other away only to stage an escape and get even. Tit for tat.
Along with the the usual banter, Kitty began teasing Belle about locking her away for good in the deepest and darkest pit that SL can offer.
Well, you can tell when your suggestions strike a nerve because Belle retaliated swiftly by capturing Kitty and even getting herself added on Kitty’s restraints.
When Belle began to tell Kitty about her upcoming longterm imprisonment, iso-cells and so on, Kitty knew for sure that she wasn’t just wishing it for Kitty. There was something much deeper. In her mind, Belle even visualized Kitty locked for many months inside an iso-cell in a pagoda-like structure on a small island in the middle of a lake, waiting for visitors to come.

Jan 29th: Kitty Maurer visiting Belle at S & L Storage Facility

Jan 29th: Kitty Maurer visiting Belle at S & L Storage Facility

So Kitty decided to push back, putting images, feelings and words in Belle’s head, describing how much Belle would love the emotional process of being locked away for many months in such a cell, how it would feel, the intensity of real emotions such as fear and love, deepest submission… and that Kitty that would make sure to stop by every few weeks.
Karina, Belle’s owner, happened to be part of the entire conversation.

Next thing you know… Belle and Karina are locked away at a sim called S&L Storage Facility… and not just for a few hours. Under normal circumstances, it will take them 3+ weeks to run down that timer. Stamkos, the sim-owner, caught them and made sure they won’t get out anytime soon.
Feel free to visit them and, like Kitty, have a good time sitting in front of their cell, sharing all sorts of cringe-inducing ideas on what their future might hold.
It is so much fun to watch them squirm (and: it prevents their minds minds from visualizing early release).
Is your mind already coming up with good ideas? What would you tell them?
And while we’re already on that topic, what are your ‘secret’ wishes and thoughts? What hidden desires does your mind harbor? Don’t be afraid – they might be bizarre.
Have you verbalized these thoughts or are they just emotions, feelings, pictures?
Go ahead and focus. Do you see it clearly? Can you describe it in words?
Feel free to write down your thoughts, maybe even as a comment to the blog.
After all, you’re only documenting your own destiny.

Thank you for your contribution, Kitty!

Enjoying colourful bondage in January 2017 on the platform

22 Jan 2017 Leave a comment

by diomitamaurer in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

I began to build the Maurer’s slave and slut platform end of 2016 and we did make some use of it in January. We intend to make the platform and the new “Stonehaven”-like patio with the wall to leash subs and slave’s to to a second center of our island. We’re not done yet. In spring it won’t be that open anymore when the gardeners will have done their job. I’m curios myself how it will look after finishing the building work. In the meanwhile, the platform  has been used and I took quite some pictures. Unfortunately you rarely get all slaves and subs online at a time, hence I had to create something out of the material I collected. Here it is the “Enjoying colourful bondage in January 2017” picture (taaadaaa)

Enjoying colourful bondage in January 2017: slave maid cecy , pussy slave D, slavin maid C, pussy Kitty, vero (from left to right on the platform podests), Diomita, head slave maid Flo, puppy slave Adarra, Mistress Jenny and Madame Sarah (from left to right in front of the platform)

Enjoying colourful bondage in January 2017: slave maid cecy , pussy slave D, slavin maid C, pussy Kitty, vero (from left to right on the platform podests), Diomita, head slave maid Flo, puppy slave Adarra, Mistress Jenny and Madame Sarah (from left to right in front of the platform)

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