Let's get this straight from the start: I don't pretend to have any experience as a real whore. I'm a Camille Paglia type with just enough nerve to get my toes a tiny bit wet, and for all I know, she's done the same. Whores have always fascinated me, and I couldn't believe my luck when I found a way to be one, sort of, without any real risk. My experience in that regard in Second Life, presented here in 29 episodes, is the foundation of this effort, but I hope to include a lot more in the way of whore and whore-related information, stories and pictures.

Chapter 2 Promiscuity

I've decided to start at the very virtual beginning in the Red Light Center. Or would that be virtual very beginning? Anyway, as you might imagine, anyone who would go to such a place is interested in a lot of sex, and from what I hear, most people are pretty easy to satisfy for the first few days. It's all new. It's all exciting. That was certainly true for me. For a while, I hardly ever said no, and I was very busy and had tons of fun. It doesn't take long to realize, however, that even in RLC, even virtually, most guys are, well, pretty predictable and plain vanilla in what they want. Anal, blow job, cum on your tits or face. That's apparently the porno fashion these days, so they tell me, and it's what guys want. And I know, anal may not seem like plain vanilla to some of you girls out there, but trust me, you can get used to, and bored with, almost anything.

When you start to yawn during intercourse, as I did after three or four days of intense participation, it's time to make a change, and what I did was tell a story, as I'm doing now. Not that most guys really wanted to hear it. A big part of most guys' tedious predictability is that all they want is a wet, warm and snug cylinder in which to jerk off. That's why they often proclaim, at least to whores, right in the middle of things, "I"m using you bitch!!" And most curious of all is that judging from the porno I've seen (I had to do a little research, didn't I? Considering my profession?), seeing a penis in any cylinder, doesn't matter which, in endless close-up (you start thinking it's a loop after a while), is all the poor things want. Meat and mashed potatoes. Meat and mashed potatoes. Meat and . . . .

Excuse me, but I insist at the very least on a little garlic in my potatoes and some hot sauce (preferably Cholula) on my meat. And maybe a little baby spinach salad with feta to start, but I digress. I told you I might get fat down here. My only hope is those healthy fishermen I mentioned, but I'm still digressing. What I did, during my first week in RLC, was tell my story, that of a poor little rich girl who'd exiled herself to a bordello in a virtual porno site. I had my own little room there and I divided my time between writing long and very sad romances and looking for a big strong man to submit to. Yes. Submit. I'd decided on that as the best way to forestall the boredom. I would offer myself up as a willing slave.
One of the more popular places in RLC at that time was the BDSM version of a room where as many as three couples could have one on one sex while other people watched. I went with the idea that I'd volunteer for a whipping, but as it turned out, before I knew what was happening, I wound up holding the whip and the poor guy was hanging there tied up right in front of me. What's a girl to do? What's expected, I decided, so I did the best I could, smacking him hard on the butt and on even more tender parts, using a vibrator and a strap-on in his nether region (as it's so quaintly put in The Story of O), and all in all having a pretty darn good time, I must admit. I did two guys that way and was looking for a third (too much ain't enough for some girls) when I suddenly had the whip taken from me. Quite rudely, I must say, and for a minute I didn't know where I was or what had happened, and then he hit me for the first time and I nearly fainted. I was hogtied, suspended several feet off the floor by a rope hanging from the ceiling, and standing over me, whip in hand and alarmingly handsome, was the man who was soon to become my first master.
It turned out to be an exciting and delightful evening. I had the time of my virtual life. Tune in next time and I'll tell you about it.

1 comment:

carl said...

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