My Wonderful Second Life Slave
Years before I met Yaelle, I had my own Second Life slave. I met her in a place where women in Second Life sold themselves at auction as slaves to Dominants who would control them. There was one slave who I liked whose price had gone to $2,500 US dollars, far more than I could pay. In this Second Life slave auction house, buyers could only chat with slaves who were for sale. As I publicly said goodbye to this slave, there was another woman who heard my sadness and was impressed. After I had transported away she privately messaged me that she was interested in being my slave.
There was no money that changed hands, but for the next year I had a wonderful submissive Second Life slave who did anything that I commanded her to do. In time, she sent me fully nude pictures of herself doing any sexual act that I asked of her including masturbating and using insertion toys. I had her tie herself up and send me pictures of herself in various poses. To take these self bondage pictures, she showed remarkable ingenuity getting herself into extreme positions within the few seconds of a self timer. I also had her write my Second Life name, as well as humiliating words, on her body and send me pictures of herself having done so. I also had her do nude calisthenics for me and send me pictures. As a result of those exercises, my sweet slave lost forty pounds in that year, and became much more fit in the process. She was so pretty sweating and straining at my command. I had her remain nude at home and send me pictures of her wearing chains locked on her body, including wearing a spreader bar that made it hard for her to walk sometimes. She eventually set up a training log of everything I commanded her to do per week, and when she didn’t do as she was commanded, I would give her punishments, including putting clips on her nipples and other painful activities.
She never gave me her real name and so she did this all without fear that I would threaten her with the images she sent me. But over the course of the year, I came to care for her and knew that I would never do anything to injure her, even if I could. In time, she told me that she had met a partner in real life and that we would need to end our arrangement. After that, she was off of Second Life and I didn’t hear from her for a while. Eventually, I did find where she lived and contacted her. When I had her address, I finally sent her a gift that I had bought for her when she was my slave. I am still sad that I lost her as my wonderful slave girl, but now I would only want what is good for her even if it is not being with me. What we shared in her submission was as intimate as if I had been able to hold her in my arms. I feel that our practicing Dominance and submission brought us closer together than we could have had only having a remote relationship through email and chat.