The Girls Get a Slave

It was a dark night in Second Life, because some fucker had switched the sim to midnight. Stumbling around the bitches uber chic residence, a noob descended on our heads. Unlike most noobs he managed to find a shape, however he had a pea head, and his body out of proportion, resembling that of a long un bid upon fridge on Ebay. Skin, so repulsive it resembled nothing more than someone who had consumed massive amount of gerber baby food, "yams".

Noticing, immediately his eagerness to please, we felt a notion come upon us of a new position in the residence. Slave. The utterly amazing part was how "agreeable" our soon to be slave was, I am sure it must have been the fact that our mere beauty alone, made him go "stoopid". Licky, with her usual acid bile that is called chat, broke down the rules for him.

"We sculpt you into our perfect boy toy, we collar you and in return we "make you hot." You fuck up, we kick your arse"

A wonderful collar was soon hung around his neck. If our slave tried to run off, he would get a few thousand volts down his jap's eye.

We drag his newly collared self, to, of course NAUGHTY ISLAND, the "only" place to buy skins. And we give him explict directions on, what skin to buy (Dante, no facial hair) and how to purchase. it. Licky drops $1300 on him (he was so lucky as I would not have been so generous!) we sit there for at least 10 minutes, I kid you not. He could not find his skin, or so he says. Licky begins to loose patience and of course becomes "bored." A few fights with the locals later Licky focused back on the slave. The end result, no new skin and well, he took off and bypassed our collar security! To this day we do not know if he ran off with the loot and spent it on hot girls in Vegas.

A few months later we were trying to "pull" hotties at Laguna, and way off in the distance, "I saw it" our slaves tag" I found him! Amongst the freaks, noobs with freenises, and the over 50 year old pervs claiming to be "Lifeguards". There he was. Sunning himself and drinking a pina colada (editor note: GHEY).

I ran over to him, well if you want to call it that, as there is no running in Laguna with the lag and all. I approached him, stood in his sunlight and said, "Where have you been you naughty slave??" and, well he was afk. So, I think. Then I realized I had muted him previously (oopsie), so I unmuted him and told him we were "looking for him" p.s. He still had shit skin, different skin, but still shit.

He and I now have a strange but comical friendship, Licky has since moved on to running a whole slave operation for women without limbs, however I find him, funny so I will continue to oblige his desire to speak to hottness for a tad longer. I have attached our most recent conversation for your reading enjoyment. More to follow, I am sure.

[22:09] Bulb: hi dear
[22:09] Juicy Laiminate: Hey Bulby
[22:09] Bulb: in the mood for anal sex?
[22:15] Bulb: i guess a BJ is out of the question too
[22:21] Bulb: you are knocking me around
[22:21] Juicy Laiminate: you still have that shite skin what am I going to do with you
[22:22] Bulb: love the tool belt
[22:22] Bulb: mmm sexy
[22:22] Juicy Laiminate: lol it is my jet pack
[22:23] JJuicy Laiminate: we go way back lol
[22:23] Bulb yes but never even fucked
[22:23] Bulb: i want you bad
[[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: get some damn skin you are hideous, lol but the accessories are cool
[22:25] Bulb thanks lol
[22:25] Bulb: im working on it
[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: hehe see ya soon lol
[22:25] Bulb: ok baby
[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: xx mwwah
[22:25] Bulb: kiss
[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: kisses
[22:25] Bulb: love you
[22:25] Bulb: oops
[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: love you too
[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: hahaha
[22:25] Bulb: awww
[22:25] Juicy Laiminate: see ya
[22:25] Bulb: thanks
[22:25] Bulb: bye
[22:26] Juicy Laiminate: bye :)
[22:26] Bulb: tell your daughter hello for me too
[[22:26] Bulb: sure im jealous of her
[22:26] Bulb: i wish i could have breastfed from you
[22:27] Juicy Laiminate: pfft, you were such an ugly infant, I would have bottle fed your ass for sure, no reason to get my titties stretched for your ugly ass. lmao get out of here

Fashion Show!

Marvelous. Today we went to a fashion show for skins at Givenchi.... Turning up to what I can only describe as scrubland with a retail park full of the advertisements one finds next door to a trailer park. I was disappointed to see no seating, and a complete lack of production.

Sitting on my own rather lovely chair, designed by my favourite furniture store. I sat down to await the models. After some distraction with champagne and general chit chat with the commoners, the show started.

Well fuck me sideways. Dead people.....I could see dead people. The skins were clearly alluding to photo realistic. My arse. They were on par with what you would expect in a coffin after a few days nicely chilled in the freezer.

The piece de resistance, was the stubbly pubic area rash and cellulite. Quite frankly, whomever they photographed should have got herself down the wax clinic, and stayed away from her blunt razor.

Boredom soon set in, so I packed my chair into my Prada styled inventory. And jumped in the Bentley teleport back to my own civilised Island.

It was of course Pimms o'clock in RL.