Saturday 4 July 2009

Weekly Kinky Newsletter Issue 6 July

Final Issue of the Newsletter for BDSM-Life!


In this newsletter:

1. BDSM Life Closing
2. BDSM-Life Fiction Contest Winners
3. Adult Content - Age Verification
4. New Photo Contest
5. Classifieds and Personal Ads
6. Events @ BDSM-Life
__________________________________________

1. BDSM Life Closing


It is with heavy heart that I must report the closing of the BDSM Life sim. I've whiled away many an hour there. There was never a dull moment! I could always find somebody to play with on one of the toys. I met all those with whom I regularly exchanged IMs there. It became, for me, synonymous with Second Life.

Here's some last pictures of the good times we all had in the BDSM-Life Sim:





As Groucho sang, "Hello, I must be going!" :-) Good bye SL! Be sure to check out the new slapt me sim!

2. Fiction Contest Winners


Thanks to everybody who submitted stories to the fiction contest. It was a pleasure reading all of the stories, and in an act of unabashed chicken-heartedness, I hereby declare it a tie. :-) That's right, these authors are all first place winners in my mind, or somewhere else on my anatomy anyway. :-)

So here are their stories, in no particular order:

FIRST NIGHT OUT
by minnie Jinx

"Strip. Now."

His words were demanding, insistent--but spoken in a voice so low I might never have caught them if every molecule in my body hadn't been zinging with hypersensitivity and anticipation.

The heady, antiseptic vapors of rubbing alcohol and some other unidentifiable disinfectant permeated the large, open space of the darkened room. Low-wattage, recessed light bulbs in various shades of red and blue were scattered across the ceiling in seemingly random spurts, like stars across a low-hanging sky, casting soft circles of colored illumination onto the dark red carpeting.

My heart was pounding, my fingers twisted in the soft cotton fabric of my dress, clenching it, clinging to it like my last bastion of sanity. Hell, maybe it was.

I'd said I would do it. But now I didn't know if I could.

My back was to most of the room, but I could feel the presence of others behind me--at least half a dozen curious, otherwise-unoccupied pairs of eyes at last glance. Just sitting. Lurking in the shadows. Watching. And at least half a dozen more huddled around the various pieces of equipment placed here and there throughout the room, gathered in small clusters, doing things that I hadn't yet fully grasped, my own embarrassment making me turn away before I had seen much more than brief flashes of bare skin. I tried to ignore the sounds. Thuds. Smacks. Moans.

All these people. I hadn't expected so many. Strangers.

All except One.

I let out a slow breath, very aware of my Master's presence nearby. His gaze sliding over me had almost a physical weight to it. I heard Him shift beside me, felt the heat of His impatience radiating toward me, pushing against me, delving into me.

I turned my head. There was a hard edge to His mouth, a possessive intensity to His stance that spurred a sudden rush of adrenaline in my body. I bit back the tiny gasp that tried to force its way up my throat. He nodded at me, still waiting, His large hands clasped together in the front of His body, a blanket spread out at His feet.

I closed my eyes, releasing my hold on the already unzipped dress. A slight shake of my shoulders and the whole thing slithered down my body, caressing my hips along the way, the fabric pooling around my bare feet. My body began to shiver then, and not from the cold--a fine trembling that I couldn't seem to stop no matter how many cleansing breaths I took. Terror.

I was naked beneath the dress. Completely. Not just naked to the eyes of strangers. Naked to Him. More naked to Him than I had ever been before, or so it felt, standing there, stripped of my every defense. Not just stripped of clothing. Stripped of every piece of physical and mental armor I had ever known. He had forbidden them all tonight. No makeup, no jewelry, no nail polish, no perfume. Even my hair was tied back with nothing more than a simple black band, pulled away from my face and braided down my back, offering no shield, no curtain to hide behind.

I was completely exposed.

When He had first given me the instructions for preparing for the night, I hadn't fully comprehended the implications. I had thought Him perhaps old-fashioned, maybe harboring a slight fetish for the innocent girl-next-door look. But now I realized. That wasn't it at all. There would be no pretenses, no walls between us tonight. He wanted to bare my soul.

And just for a moment, it made me want to run screaming.

"Goooood girl." His voice interrupted my thoughts--His words lilting and slightly drawn out, the way someone might speak to a skittish horse--His deep, rich baritone cutting through the escalating tension in my tall frame like warm chocolate sliding down my throat. He gestured to the blanket, His face softening for a moment as He looked at me, a hint of pride flashing in His eyes, the barest touch of a smile curving His lips. "Come."

A core-deep warmth flared in my belly at His words and my heart seemed to swell--taking comfort in His praise, feeling His approval fill me, bolstering me with a renewed strength and resolve to continue. I scrambled over to Him, my elegance leaving much to be desired in my haste to kneel before Him on the blanket. But somehow, kneeling wasn't enough. I hesitated for a moment, then threw myself down on all fours, almost prostrate before Him. My body stopped trembling, realizing a certain sense of relief in my new lowered position, scooting closer to Him, lowering my head even more, almost cowering behind His legs.

His fingertip brushed the underside of my chin, tipping my head up, pulling me up off my hands, forcing me to sit tall. I swallowed as He took a step back for a moment, leaving me open to the gaze of the room again, my head turning slightly, unable to stop my eyes from darting around from one set of strange eyes to the next, a fearful lump growing in my throat. But then He was back, pulling a chair over in front of me and sitting it in, facing me, my breasts level with His knees.

He leaned forward, one elbow braced against His thigh, His free hand closing around the back of my neck, drawing me toward Him until His forehead was touching mine. I shivered as our skin touched, my eyes moving up to meet His, an odd mixture of calm and excitement rushing through me as He held me with His gaze.

My temperature seemed to rise as I knelt motionless, drowning in the depths of that gaze, my body flaming with heat, not from embarrassment, but from desire. It wasn't a sexual desire, not entirely, not exactly, nothing as shallow as that. This desire had the flavor of sensuality smeared all over it, but its basic ingredient was the desire to serve. To please. In every way.

The inner muscles of my pussy spasmed. My eyelids fluttered for a moment, and I let out a strangled cry. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs, sticky juices leaking down the inside of my leg. On any other night, I might have been embarrassed, but somehow, I was beyond shame right at that moment. I was almost floating.

"Beautiful." He exhaled the word softly, the warmth of His breath caressing my lips as He continued to cradle the back of my head in His hand.

"Master," I whispered, my voice sounding high, thready, and distant to my own ears.

He smiled--that cold, devilish smile that always warned of blessedly evil deeds to come.

My toes curled beneath me as I stared into the darkness inside Him, but I didn't look away. God help me, it excited me.

My cunt contracted again, harder this time, hungry. I tried to ignore it. It had been ten days since He had last allowed me an orgasm, and there was no end in sight to the current run of frustrated teasing. I was starting to learn not to anticipate. In truth--and this was the part that scared me --I was starting to learn to crave the frustration… learning to ride that wave of pulsating need and take my pleasure from it, even when it left me gasping on my knees, screaming for release.

I could feel my pulse jumping, pressing against the small spot where our foreheads touched… or maybe it was His pulse. I could feel the blood pumping, a slight throbbing of something, some strange pleasure that I had never experienced before. The room seemed to expand at the edges of my peripheral vision, growing larger, vaster, darker… the strangers surrounding us sliding away, no longer pressing so close. It felt like we were alone.

My desire grew with each passing second, all of my attention on Him, on pleasing Him, not moving from His arms, my eyes and ears attuned to the slightest command He might give, the smallest need He might have.

After what seemed like an hour but may have only been five minutes, He half-turned in the chair and inclined His head toward the X-shaped metal frame behind Him. "Up."

My body gave a little trembling sigh of relief at having something to do for Him, some tangible way to be of service. I pushed myself to my feet and stepped onto the small platform at the base of the St. Andrew's cross.

It made a loud, obnoxious creaking sound beneath me. I winced, my focus faltering, the sound jarring me out of my peaceful trancelike state. The rest of the room began to crowd in at the edges of my consciousness. People whispering, chairs shifting. A woman moaning, the deep thud of leather tails striking bare flesh. Music in the background, the haunting choral strains of "Miserere Mei" drifting through the room, layering over all the other sounds.

I could feel the heat of other people's bodies.

Strangers. So close. Watching.

Fuck, what was I doing?

I let out a whimper and turned to face Him, uncertainty etched across my features, a hint of panic in my eyes. My gaze flicked toward the exit doorway, a reflex. I wanted to run.

He stood and stepped into me, one foot on the platform, pressing against me, His body covering mine. I took a half-step backward, but then there was nowhere to go. His palms were flat on either side of my head, trapping me. The rough metal surface of the bondage cross was cold against my back, forcing my bare nipples into hardened peaks against the unyielding muscles of His chest.

"Pleassse," I whispered, my hands clutching at His arms, another wave of panic rushing over me. The air was too hot; I felt like I was being smothered, my lungs tightening, straining, struggling.

He shifted His weight, maneuvering His right thigh between my legs, pressing upward slightly, just enough to put very light pressure on my clit.

I gasped, my eyes closing for a moment, then flying open again in surprise as His fingers fisted painfully tight in the hair at the nape of my neck, yanking my head back. I stared up at Him, panting, distracted, confused. His head lowered, his teeth closing in a slow, deliberate movement over my throat, holding gently over my windpipe for a long moment before dragging across the skin of my neck and settling at the soft indented space near my collarbone. I could feel His lips then, and His tongue, a hard suction against my skin, a persistent tugging that seemed to travel all the way through my body, deep down in my belly, tugging, tugging, tugging.

I forgot where I was. I arched against Him and let out a wild sound that was half-scream and half-moan. "Masssster, pleassse." I think I may have let out a few choice curse words, but the blood was rushing in my ears, and I couldn't be sure.

He lifted His head from my neck, relaxing His grip on my hair. If His thigh hadn't been snugged up between my legs at that moment I think I would have slid to the ground like so much boneless meat.

"Please what, my little slut?" His eyes burned into me.

I blinked, my chest rising and falling in great, shuddering waves, struggling to put together a rational sentence. "P-p-pleassse… please… ohhhhh g-god." I didn't want to ask for it. I knew from experience that asking for it would almost guarantee that I didn't get it. But I could see the familiar flame of sadistic desire in His eyes. He wanted me to ask. So I did. "Pleassse," I swallowed hard and took another breath. "Please M-masssster, m-may I cum?"

His eyes darkened, but He didn't answer, His head dipping again, pressing a soft kiss to the throbbing spot on my neck. His hands moved over me, across me, lifting my arms one by one, fiddling with something over my head as He moved His thigh in a little sawing motion between my legs, the rough black denim creating a maddening friction against my clit.

"Nnnnghhh." I grunted and thrashed against Him, my head tossing from side to side as I moved with feverish desperation, trying to still the circular pumping motion of my hips. I bit my lip to keep from pleading with Him again. The sharp metallic tang of blood filled my mouth.

I was so lost in the sea of sensation that I barely noticed my hands had been cuffed to the cross over my head until He pulled back, creating a small gap between our bodies. His thigh was still between my legs, but that was the only part of Him touching me now. My eyes widened as I tried to lower my arms, to reach out to Him, and found that I could not.

My body stiffened, still slick and shuddering with need, but it was a nervous need now. Sweat glistened on my bare flesh, the air against my damp skin chilling me. I looked down at the space between us, wanting to close the 5-inch gap, wanting to feel His chest against mine again.

He tipped my head up toward His with a fingertip again, bending down, licking the little bruised spot where I'd bitten my lip, kissing me.

I felt Him pulling His thigh back, and I tried to push my hips up toward Him, my legs tightening around Him, trying to keep His thigh between my legs.

He growled and made a little "tsk" sound with His tongue against the roof of His mouth, His fingers coming up to pinch at the side of my breast, trapping my tender flesh between His thumb and the side of His forefinger, squeezing hard. "Let. Go. Now."

I shrieked at the sharp pain and my legs opened, releasing His thigh. He pulled away. I stared up at Him, trembling, bereft.

He grabbed my chin in one hand, chuckling in a low tone. "Eager little slut, aren't you?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Y-yes, M-massster. I'm… s-sorry, Master."

His fingers trailed over my belly, sliding lower, tracing circles around my clit with His fingertip. "You will be."

A tremor of fear went through my body at His words, and my hands wrapped around the chains leading from the cuffs, clinging to them like lifelines, as though they might be able to absorb whatever pains I might be forced to endure.

He smiled, almost tenderly then. "But for now…" His hand slid smoothly over my cunt, palm cupping my pelvic bone, my swollen clit pressed tight against the heel of His hand as He plunged two fingers deep into my sex, curling them toward the front of my body.

"A-annnghhh, no, no, nooo, god I can't, c-can't pleasssse." I shook my head and tried to plead with Him, taking shallow breaths, afraid to even hope for mercy now. My body stiffened, my muscles taut, jumping and twitching like live wires beneath the tingling buzz of His touch.

He didn't move His body, His hand, or His fingers. He didn't do anything except keep holding me in that incredibly intimate, possessive manner, staring into my eyes.

Time seemed to pause. Everything was still. Everything. Everything except me.

Because despite my best attempts, my cunt muscles were pulsing, tightening and releasing around His fingers in little rhythmic waves, driving my arousal higher. He didn't even have to move. I was about to drive myself over the edge of the cliff. I screamed, more out of fear that I was about to fail Him than anything else.

His fingers tightened around my chin, His pupils dilating, His voice husky, almost hoarse. "Cum for Me, bitch. Do it now." His fingers inside me curled just a bit more, pressing firmly against the inner wall of my cunt.

I knew a brief instant of mental relief, and then I let go, tumbling headfirst into the deep, dark pool of desire. My cunt convulsed hard, my torso bowing outward in a tight arc as the heat in my body seemed to reach a boiling point and spill over, wrenching another long, high-pitched scream from my throat. "Masssssssssster! Annnghhh god yessss thank You…oh god oh god… annnghhhh..." I gasped as a second orgasm slammed into me almost before the first had stopped, my arms starting to shake from the tight grip I had on the chains at my wrists. My thighs quivered, my knees weak, little aftershocks still running up and down my spine. My face was wet. I blinked, surprised, and realized I was crying.

He stepped into my body again, His hand still holding onto me, still inside me. His mouth descending upon mine as if to kiss me. I looked up, my eyes glazed and unfocused, starting to see little white spots dancing in front of me. I let out a soft breath, my voice barely a whisper against His lips. "Yourssss." And then I collapsed into a great, yawning darkness, my body slumping against Him, not quite unconscious, but not floating either. Suspended in a kind of limbo… waiting.

I didn't have to wait for long.

His fingers inside me twitched, just once, and His free arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me up tight against His body. I moaned, a slow rolling energy pouring off of His body and into me, then back, again and again. The hard length of Him bulged against the leg of His pants, pressing into my hip.

His voice tickled my earlobe. "Don't tap out yet, little one. The night is just beginning."



A Captive Comes Home
by larae Magic

The loud voices and noises proclaimed the warriors home coming. Adriana rose from her stool where she had been placing the final stitching of a new shirt for her Lord. The heavy wooden panels of the main door swung open as the warriors streamed through bringing with them their loud bantering and jesting of a hunt well done. A smile teased her soft pink lips as delicate fingers smoothed her long golden hair in place and she folded her hands before in anticipation of His noticing her.

His tall form came through the doorway yet all she could see was His dark head amongst the press of warriors, females and slaves eager to unburden the triumph men of their hunting trophies. As the press parted she noticed an unusual knot about her Lord and what seemed to be a struggle…her head tilted to one side in quiet curiosity. Then dark eyes flared in startled surprise as He tugged forward a struggling red headed female by the chain attached to her throat. The woman reared back with a feral snarl, her teeth flashing as she cursed they who had her. Her Lord grasped the female by her long braid and tossed her to the center of the floor with a bellowed “YIELD”! Adriana was taken aback by the tone in His usually calm and controlled voice. It was then she saw the marks on His shoulder where the girl must have attacked Him. Her eyes flew to the female as she began to rise upwards.

Adriana’s breath came in a soft gasp at the beauty of the proud woman who rose and straightened with a warrior prince’s dignity. She watched as her Lord called for the woman to be tied to the center column. The hall in an excited uproar as two of His warriors answered and grasped the foreign woman as she fought them with all her strength…even after she was lashed securely to the column. Adriana’s Lord stepped forward… looked the woman in her blazing sapphire eyes and commanded once more, “YIELD”. The hall went silent as she spat in His handsome face. The rip of her parting tunic echoed as He tore it from her back exposing the tanned smooth skin. His footsteps rang loudly as He crossed back to where He had been. The crack of the bull whip brought several startled cries…including her own as He flicked it outward its end curling upon the stone floor. His eyes hard and unflinching as He looked upon His beautiful new slave.

Adriana’s heart beat hard as her own eyes fell to the proud warrioress. She knew that woman would never yield…could feel it in every fiber of her small frame.. knew this day would cost that proud woman her life before she would yield it to this conquerer.
Adriana stepped forward, one slow step after another till she stood before the captive and looked up into her hate filled eyes. “If you yield not, you may die. He is a good Lord, yield sister”

The tied woman snarled in Adriana’s face and did not answer. But the look in those eyes confirmed what Adriana had already guessed. Adriana thought furiously fast on how to save this creature from death…or worse. Without looking from the warrioress she unfastened the gown from her own shoulders and moved to her back, placing herself between her Lord’s whip and the captive’s bare slender back.

THWACK like a clap of thunder and fire sliced into her as His whip fell upon her creamy flesh. Adriana’s small hands clutched the other woman’s shoulders as she fell forward into her. Adriana’s voice begged with breathy pain…”please yield sister”

“Never” she answered.

Thrice more the whip fell on Adriana’s back, she felt the fire lick into her body as her knees threatened to give. The blood seeping from the last stripe as angry as could sense from her Lord for her interference in this. A sob broke from her pink lips as her forehead pressed into the bare back of her before her. “Please…” she begged the woman… was the only word she could get past her clenched teeth as the fire licked her twice more in punishment. The hall deadly silent…even the other warriors not moving an inch or saying a word.

Hot tears fell onto the captive’s skin.

“I YEILD” She called out… Adriana’s Lord moved forward to grasp the girl’s chin… her eyes bore into His with stormy wildness. “I yield…for her”.

He smiled a strange smile. Looked to His chosen woman and proclaimed their fate.

“Adriana…train her well, or suffer her punishments.” Turned and walked away with His warriors.

Adriana didn’t know how she managed to move, much less struggle the ties from the girl who was now her responsibility…but she did. The woman caught Adriana when she almost fell. Looked into her soft gentle eyes… “Why?”

“He IS a good Lord, if a strict one. He would not have stopped until you yielded or died. I couldn’t let that happen… to either of you. You are sister, now.” In those words the captive saw the quiet gentle nobility of the other woman and nodded. She had yielded for this woman… and as she helped the smaller woman from the hall…she knew… she would give all she had to protect this small woman who had proclaimed them sisters…and learn what she needed to learn.

“My name is Shria, I will learn… never will you know the whip for my actions again.” And as the days slid pass and Shria learned the ways of her Owner, Shria never broke that promice made to her new sister.



Master's WHiney Kitten
by Bastet Lyon
She disrobed, slowly under his watchful eye, pants, top, bra, ..folding them neatly and placing them on the dresser.
"wait!" master said suddenly, " get up on the bed for a sec and curl up, fetal ."
she did as he asked, he reaching over pulling her hands in differently, looking at different angles. walking around a little. finally"OK", he said, "I need to take a shower, you make that bed." he walked into the master bath, and she still clad only in her victorias secret pink panities started to make that bed.
for a tall man, she knew enough not to tuck the bottom sheet in, this would displease master, moving to the masters side of the bed she pulled the blankies up and....
Crash.! the lamp tossled over and fell on the bulb completely shattering it. Kitten quickly jumped on the bed, hands and knees...
" master?. it was an accident! please dont be angry." kitten looked up from the big bed at the strong handsome man who came out to see what had broken.
"stay on that bed", shaking his head and grabbing the shop vac he quickly cleaned up her mess. replacing the light bulb and patting her on the ass.
" comeon.. try to make the bed with out making a mess this time" master said back to her as he went into the master bath for his shower
"ok." she said hopping up and quickly finishing just the way he liked it not tucked in at the bottom, his height made it uncomfortable if the coveers tucked in and she knew it. she wanted nothing more than to please this man, her friend, probably the closest friend she had. when she finished the bed she slipped off the panties and under the covers. "master?!", she called to the man in the shower.
"yes?" he called out, almost mockingly having that WHAT-THE-FUCK-NOW-CHILD tone to his voice.
"ummmm, can i turn on the fan? its hot!"
" yes kitten, turn on the fan" he called back to her
she hopped up from the bed tuning on the fan and jumping back in quickly.
It seemed like forever befor he finished his shower, and kitten had drifted off to a fitful sleep. suddenly a strong grip on her wrist pulling it and applying a professional restraint, she relented her arm becoming quite wet at the prospect of what was to come.
fastening the right wrist with in the confines of the velcro restraint he took her left wrist and repeated the process, then indicated for her to turn.
"Fetal" he said to her in that I-mean-business tone.
she assumed the position and master went to work securing her arms crossed across her chest, and tying the restraint under her thighs. smacking her ass and pushing her back he leaned up on her and shoved a clothin her mouth
" you better not take that out of your mouth. do you understand me?" he said business like
she nodded eyes full of fear and awe for this tall sexxy handsome man. he was totally in control now.
he pushed her back on her back exposing her firm bubble ass and pussy. she bit down on the cloth as he laid his rock hard cock against her tiny pussy. he was huge and she was a little smaller in the vaginal area than the females he was used to domming.
one shove and he was in, his throbbing member ripping into her tiny cunt, she yelped and bit down on the cloth. he pumped her twice and she yelped, shoving the gag into her mouth deeper he stopped the impalement and bending down near her ear whispered, " now why am i hearing that whining? i thought i told you i didnt want to hear this?>" giving the gag another deeper shove he withdrew his cock from her little love canal and pressed his massive cock against her little brown pucker hole. thinking twice he backed up and inserted a finger instead she heard him opening a package but couldnt see in the dark what he was doing suddenly she felt a burning in her ass he had inserted something in her, then another then another buring she didnt know what it was but she trusted him completely. A minute later he resumed his plunge getting her ass ready for his rock hard sausage. inserting one then two fingers, his big hands stretching her anus to accomodate his massive girth. he was, at times, kind.
"mmmuph mupphhhhh ahhhkaahhahah", she cried the pain was exquisite
he looked up from his stretching, " now why the fuck am i hearing you?! you know how i feel about whining!" he used his other hand to shove the gag in deeper.
then with out another word he drew back and slammed his hot dick deep into her little brown butt.
" aahhhhhahhhgahhh" she cried out to deaf ears. over and over again he slammed his man meat into her ass as she struggled to reach her clit. "hahaha you have to try harder than that bitch", he teased her. slamming his cock into her ass knowing she wanted to rub her clit to relieve the pain.
"ok ok " he said loosening her left hand up, continuing the slam in the ass
rubbing her clit with her left hand barely able to reach it, he and she both knew she loved the ass fucking but she had to be able to rub her clit to get off, looking at him with pleading eyes, she protested against the gag
" i been as nice as im gonna be slut", he said unrelenting his ass poundin, " you asked for this and now you got it, so live with it",
becoming defiant and angry she worked at her restraint and rmoved the left one then the right bitching at master under the gag.rubbing her clit roughly as soon as the rightone came off.
"ahhhhhhhmmmm cmmmnnnggg" she screamed against the gagg
"shut the fuck up" master said to her sternly smacking her impaled ass
"uck uuuuu im mmmmmcMMING AGGGGGGGNNNNN", she screamed into the gag
suddenly the gag was out of her mouth and a huge slab of man cock replaced it shoving it deeply down her throat fucking her mouth as he had her ass. gagging she tasted it. like cherries yum yum she thought he is a good and kind master. licking his cock she hungrily tasted her own ass off it. he grabbed her and flipped her back onto her back, resuming the assault on her ass
shoving the gag back into her mouth.
"ahhhhgahhhgahh" she screamed and whined into her gag.
"now why the fuck am i hearing you?!"he leaned forward leaving his throbbing cock in her ass shoving the cloth gag into her mouth even deeper.
"you are pissing me off bitch, you know how i feel about whining" he said sternly
"ahhh gahhh hahhh sh nonono no" she yelled against her gagg and lowering her legs he threw them up again around his waist
"did i say to lower your legs? i think not" he said as she attempted to lower them again
" rub that clit" he said as she rubbed herself roughly looking him in the eyes, her eyes pleading the pain suddenly incredible. he withdrew from her ass and entered her vagina pounding her relentlessly
"gum din me gum dimme" she muffled behind the gagg. he removing the huge member and placing it in her sore ass
suddenly she felt dizzy and nauseated, the pain in her ass unbearable suddenly she was afraid she would vomit, and grabbing the gag out of her mouth she uttered that word he had never heard her say in a situation like this before, but had gotten in trouble for not using before,... her safe word
__________________________________________

3. Adult Content - Age Verification



Like it or not, you need to be age verified if you want to continue to enjoy the BDSM Life sim. One way to do so is to purchase Lindens. You can supply credit card information directly to LL or use Pay Pal, as I have done. An alternative is the Aristotle Integrity check process, which verifies driver's license, national ID card, or passport information for 157 nations. This removes anonymity somewhat, unfortunately, but that's the price we have to pay to access adult content, evidently.

Visit the Aristotle website at http://integrity.aristotle.com/, if you like. It explains the process somewhat, but there is no way to get verified there. Instead, you must visit www.secondlife.com and log in there using your SL avatar name and password. You'd think they'd make it available in world, but that would be too easy, I suppose. Anyway, once you log in you'll see an option for Age Verification in the list of links on the left hand side. Click that to open the page shown below and fill in the requested information.

Time is running out to get age verified. DO so soon - we don't want to miss any of you in the BDSM Life sim!
______________________________________________

4. Domme/switch/sub Corner


The BDSM Life Newsletter is soliciting Domme/switch/sub Corner articles, fiction, SL photos, promos, haikus, and how-tos, too! lol

If you have a unique perspective on the lifestyle, or would like to share an experience or fantasy with our readers, we want to hear from you! Please submit a Note Card to Roni Scarmon for consideration.
__________________________________________

5. BDSM Slave Auction (by Hornet Lefevre)


The BDSM-Life sim is taking applications for next weekend's auction.

Please see the application form at the auction location in the BDSM Life sim.

Hornet Lefevre
______________________________________________

6. Photo Contest!



The following folks have already submitted their pictures for the new BDSM Life Photo Contest:

Rosemary Baroque
Shirah Destiny
Larae Magic
Ellyssia Sexton (current female leader)
Slave Siamendes
Moria Thespian

Mulder Edman (current male leader)

It costs only $50L to enter your picture. First place wins $5000L! The contest runs until 1 August 2009. Enter now!
_______________________________________________

7. Classified and Personal Ads


At BDSM-Life, we have Personal Ads boards where you can put up a personal ad to let people know that you are looking for someone!!!! See the Dating Centre - ads are updated weekly.

We have plenty of spaces for people to post up on the boards at BDSM-Life. Even better if your picture is up on the boards, we will put your name and details in the newsletter. What a better way to look for new lovers, new sub/slave, new Mistress/Master!

The BDSM-Life Newsletter is also accepting general advertisements. If you own a shop, have a service to offer, or you are looking to buy or sell something, place an ad in the newsletter. Please contact Roni Scarmon about details.
_______________________________________________

8. Events @ BDSM-Life


Tuesday
1:30PM - Storytelling with Tarl Field

Thursday
12PM till 3 PM - BDSM Classes by Tarl Field

Saturday
12PM till 2 PM - Party in the Club

3PM - Slave Auction with Hornet and Lallie

Sunday
12pm till 3 pm SLT - Restrained Life Class with Tarl Field

Lectures and classes are held in the Lecture Room.

We will update the blog website during the week for events.

If you have any ideas or suggestions for new events, contact Constanza Amsterdam. If you want to lead a class in any topic related to BDSM, contact either Constanza Amsterdam or Tarl Field.
_______________________________________________

Past issues of the BDSM-life newsletter may be found at this link www.bdsm-lifenewsletter.blogspot.com in case you have missed them.

We also have a newsletter-stand at the landing point at BDSM-Life that your friends can take if they are not a member of the BDSM-Life group. Even better yet, get them to join our group! :-)

Spread the word!

We welcome new ideas or suggestions, or writers for the newsletter! And any comments! Send a notecard to Constanza Amsterdam!

Thank you!
_______________________________________________
Blog: http://bdsm-lifenewsletter.blogspot.com/