Saturday, June 23, 2012

Impromptu Confessions June 23rd, 2012


I got to live out a long-standing fantasy this week.

And now I'm hooked.

I want more!

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I'm thinking about quitting Second Life.  When do you know you've had enough?

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I collared a boy who I liked a lot and thought it would be fun to own him.  It has been one of the best decisions i ha ve made here and I confess ... I love my boy something I didn't expect to happen ... and I can't imagine being without him

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"STRIP"......................... and get inside I was told loudly, as my heart starts beating wildly.......

as I peaked out of the prison cell .......omg    there are 25 ladies out there.....................my heart is pounding, I hope I don't blow a vessel...................a few minutes later my name is called.....................i jump in my chair .......i begin to shake and my mouse tries to find the podium, people are yelling at me!!!.......holly fuck....where do I look, what do I say......I click and  sit on that podium, THAT PODIUM and I .....................omg......................and it starts......................whew!!!!.

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There's this boy that turns me on
He's hot and I want him
He WILL be mine
I want to run my nails over his skin and make him cum for me and me only


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well. I have something to admit. I was at a dance and ready to go, but wanted to keep listening to Pams stream so opened box to get the stream details, but instead of Crtl V, hit ctrl Z and changed the stream to porn.. oops. So sorry. 
What happens in confessions stays in confessions?

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I love the Dominion, the courtyard where i often have my coffee and watch the boys on knees in the morning just before heading to work that makes my morning a good one

The Ladies are friendly and the boys are polite and most of them got manners.. i always feel welcome here like other sims..

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The street is almost empty, except for one man, he leans against the lamppost the rain a shield for his face. He is there every night I dont know why. I always look, wonder, imagine why he waits.

One foggy winters night I arrive home late, stop at the place he waits. Window open , the cold air pouring in, I ask if he's OK, he turns to face me. "I have waited for this moment he replies" and sinks to his knees

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My First Mistress...

As I met my Mistress almost one year ago. We spent many days with introductions as it would seem. She taught me the eddicate of how to greet and kneel infront of her looking in no other direction.

One night as we went to the Velvet Thorn sim, I sat in front of her and stayed focused on her. My eyes following every curve of her body as I continued sit in silence. 

I started to think, this is going to be a slow night. Very quiet. Then all of a sudden she kicked her shoe off and wiggled her toe into my crotch. She described how she liked to feel my cock on the tip of her toe. She admitted stated how she loved how she could control it in RL. 

"I asked her, what do you mean Mistress?" She then told me, "I know how your cock is hard in real life boy!" As I sat infront of my PC wondering how the heck she knew, I took the drawstring of my pajamas and tied my cock with it. "I was fearful that she would get angry, but part of me knew it was her control of the huge throbbing member that got it that way to begin with." To my surprise she asked to see a photo of it. "I took my webcam, which was built into the screen and struggled to tilt the screen not being able to see what the PC was taking a photo of. " I was new to SL at the time but I managed to send her a copy of the photo with my drawstring wrapped around my shaft and underneath my head."

What happened after that... well was history...


Thanks for hearing my story Mistress of the Dominion.

And thanks Miss Zarita for reading this.



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