My First Domme
by Alphaville Herald on 02/08/07 at 8:47 am
An account of the surprises Second Life holds for residents in the post-gambling era
by Wendell Holmer
Serena said she was a photographer, but she wasn’t dressed like a photographer. She wore a tight black robe, open in the middle to show an expanse of skin between her breasts, all the way down to a skimpy thong.
But she showed me her studio, next door to my office, and the pictures were pretty good. As we took companionable walks around our rented sim, she mentioned she was British. Oh, I thought. That must be how photographers dress in England.
I liked Serena and was sorry when she moved away. I got an IM from her a few weeks later. She had a new house and wanted me top see it. I teleported into the grassy front yard. It was really foggy. Over the fence, you couldn’t see whether you were at the ocean of in a forest. A luminous yellow cloud obscured everything.
Serena wasn’t wearing a top. She had on high-heeled, thigh-high boots, with dozens of chrome buckles up the sides, and a tiny leather miniskirt.
“Don’t you look nice!” I said.
She swept me into a bedroom dominated by a huge purple bed. Under ordinary circumstances, a man in a bedroom with a half-naked woman would usually want to know if this was just a house tour or something else.
I thought of a few lame questions like, “What animations does this bed have?” But everything rang false. I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t feel in control. I had been invited to see someone’s new home. I might have brought a cake. Serena was definitely running this tour, and it going to be on her terms.
There was a square hole in the middle of the living room floor. Serena jumped down and invited me to follow her into the empty stone room below. I landed and stumbled through a phantom wall into a secret chamber, bumping up against an evil-looking machine with straps and poses. I don’t remember what all the poses did, but the word “fist” was definitely involved.
I recoiled and reeled into the main basement room. I was alone. I jumped for the hole in the ceiling but couldn’t reach it.
She called down, “You can’t fly at this altitude, can you?”
Of course! That’s why there was nothing outside the house and yard. We were up in the sky.
“Hahaha,” I said. “Do you have a ladder or something?”
She didn’t answer. Seconds ticked by in the silence of the empty stone room, where the fist machine lurked behind a phantom wall.
I tried without success to teleport out. I don’t know if there was a problem with the grid that day, or some script was running, but I was stuck there.
Just then, I got an IM from a friend. She started a conversation I knew was going to be very serious. I pinged back, “Why don’t you send me a TP?
My friend was rolling, though, and she kept talking. I called upstairs, “Hello? Are you still there?”
Serena called back, “Welcome to the dungeon! Hehehehe.”
I frantically IM’d my friend, “TP me.”
But she just kept going on with her story.
“TP MEEEEEE!”
And she did.
“You have a lovely home,” I called to Serena. Then I got the hell out of there.
I was sitting in a leafy park with my friend, listening to the trickle of water. I told her where I had been and what had happened.
“What do you think Serena was up to?” I asked.
“She liked you,” my friend said. “She was flirting with you.”
Raz Welles
Aug 2nd, 2007
Ahahaha c_c … how cute ^_^
Loloz Oh
Aug 2nd, 2007
You realize Serena is a 47 yr old caucasian male, don’t you?
Nina A
Aug 2nd, 2007
Fantastic! Great news article! Keep up the high standards.
Nicholaz Beresford
Aug 2nd, 2007
I guess she liked you … you know … in the way someone likes a butterfly which (s)he caught in a jar.
Reg Baxter
Aug 2nd, 2007
How is this even remotely any kind of news story?? – its not even a very good story just a rambling commentary of a irrelevant facts (if you could call them facts) . It is just baffling that this would get approved by Pixeleen or someone on the upper staff(we know all story’s have to go thru them now).
I did not realize you guys were so hard up for talent – maybe I’ll get 1000 monkeys working on a 1000 typewriters and I can guarantee by tomorrow I would have some better than this drivel. Heck I could get better with 1 monkey working on 1 typewriter – How much you pay again? – would just need to cover banana costs.
Have been a long time reader and it is so sad to watch the decline occurring here – I was sort of hopping things would pick up with Prok not hogging all the posting space but I guess it just shows that you have nothing to fill that space.
Nacon
Aug 2nd, 2007
What the hell is this? Reader’s Digest?
Kahni Poitier
Aug 2nd, 2007
Quit complaining, Reg.
This isn’t meant to be news. This is the Herald.
It’s a gossip rag.
Tho thank god Prok isn’t posting anymore. I hated that whiner.
Chy
Aug 3rd, 2007
Why didn’t you hang out and see what Serena had in mind?
Reg Baxter
Aug 5th, 2007
Chy said – > Why didn’t you hang out and see what Serena had in mind?
Now see that would have made some interesting reading at least. Would still be an insipid non story with no purpose but at least would have had an entertainment factor which is something it lacks now.
And to Kahni,
I was never a Prok fan and it does not break me up at all that she has moved on – but at least her stuff had some reporting type of values (even though they tended to be hate filled conspiracy tirades). This is just …….crap, with no substance , not even good filler material. if the herald was desperate for something to fill a gap in reporting posts a used tampon ad would have been more enlightened.
Anonymous
Aug 6th, 2007
get yourself a flight feather next time or a MG
also, ctrl+alt+v = fly in no-fly zones.
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Aug 7th, 2007
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