2 Prim Antique Desk now only $10L

Antique Desk - Was $50L!

A simple 2 prim copyable desk that uses some pretty texturing to look a little nicer than it really is. OK, it's nothing special, but if you're on a small plot and running out of prims a copyable 1 or 2 prim piece of furniture can be very useful. If only you could find nice low prim stuff.

With the changes to the listing fees at Xstreet it's not worth while keeping anything listed unless it sells. I have three items that sell:

Soap Bar $10L
Maid Candle $10L
Feed Sack Dress $10L

This desk sold a few, but not very many and the other items hardly sold at all. If the desk sells better at $10L it will stay, otherwise if I end up paying for keeping it listed it will go. So.. Special on desks! Only $10L Buy! Buy! Buy!

Vampire Clan Seeks Maids

Dear Miss Easterman,

I am writing on behalf of myself and my clan, Paradise Lost, in search of a new parlor maid to serve in our grand castle. We are seeking a young lady with an eagerness to serve, who doesn't fear the stepping into the dark.

It is of foremost importance that she be in good health. She should be strong of stomach and brave of heart. She must be willing to work hard, and she must speak english fluently. A girl with a natural glow, someone with warmth and sweetness would be preferred over one who is cold and reserved.

Her reputation is of no importance. A girl of tarnished repute myself, I could never dismiss a girl on such terms. Her skill and level of experience are also of little gravity. I can provide her with any training and supplies she needs.

If you know of any young ladies that would be well-suited to this position, please have them contact me to schedule an interview.

Sincerest thanks,
Bara Harbour
Maidservant of the Paradise Lost Clan

((OOC:
I'm searching for someone with a genuine interest in roleplaying the part of a maid. I don't mind if you're a beginner to SL or RP. I'll be happy to guide you in the process of creating your character. I just need someone with enthusiasm for the role and a willingness to learn. You will be roleplaying a maid who serves vampires, so be aware you may also be expected to serve as a blood donor or "blood doll".

Paradise Lost is a casual RP sim with a vampire/fantasy theme. A dark castle by the sea that seems to exist outside of time. It offers refuge to the strange menagerie of lost souls who stumble upon it.

The avatars who gather there, the Paradise Lost clan, have formed a wonderfully embracing and creative SL family. In addition to roleplaying, we build, play music, throw parties, host contests, and generally support and have fun with eachother. If you join us, you will be well taken care of!

Don't hesitate to IM or notecard me with questions if you'd like something clarified!

~ Bara))

Fawn's Rut 2009

You are invited to

FAWN'S RUT

1st - 8th November 2009 SLT

Come and see Nature take it's course in a week of burning desire and aching need at

Lismore Lands

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lismore/144/43/21

Strong Males who smell nice and who have a good rack (of antlers) are especially welcome.

When They Came

It was day time when they came across the border, the Scavengers, the men with swords, and then the killing started. You could see the flash of the swords, hear the boom of the cannon. Everything was burning, they set fire to everything, I ran away and hid in the woods.

They said we had broken the pact, so they killed, they raped, they looted, they tortured. And they took slaves, so many were enslaved that day. The Guardians and Scouts tried to fight them, but their numbers were diminished from previous conflicts and spear and sword could not stand against cannon and massed volleys of musket fire. Many died. The remainder retreated and built a barricade around the Mother's tree and prepared to fight to the death.

The Scavengers rampaged over the island, destroying everything, raping and looting and enslaving to their heart's content and then more, it seemed like it would never stop. The sack went on for three days and three nights. I hid in the woods and fled whenever anyone came near.

Sated in their lust for blood and loot the Scavengers had no stomach for a bitter fight to the death with the remaining Guardians. Tyshawn agreed to a "peace" on his terms: The Ferals could keep their stockade around the tree as long as we agreed to live in a cage.

I continued to hide in the woods, emerging to graze by night. The Scavengers began rebuilding, starting with a jail for their prisoners. I cried when they pulled down the Temple, dumping the stones into the sea. I began to speak to their slaves, trying to organize a rebellion, an act of peaceful resistance, refusing without violence to work for the oppressors. It was a terrible failure, and people died. All resistance was crushed, I was caught and thrown in prison.

Scavenger prison is terrible, repressive, soul crushing. Every day is a routine of cruelty designed to break the spirit. Prisoners are forbidden to look at jailers, they must keep their eyes on the ground at all times or suffer a beating. Prisoners are denied food, denied clothes, denied sleep, denied any shred of human value... Even when they're not being tortured or interrogated.

Early in my time in prison I came to a realization: I could stop eating and end the suffering, or I could survive. So many had died in the struggle. I saw so many die or be executed in prison. I wanted to die but my Mother would not let me: She told me I had to live for the sake of so many who had died, and to remember them.

Gradually it became apparent that I was pregnant. I was terrified that I would loose the babies, but actually the punishments decreased and they started feeding me more. One day when I'd been there about six months they released me. They didn't way way just said get out and pushed me through the door, leaving me blinking in the bright sunlight. I could hardly believe the outside world was still there, my world had become little and dark, hemmed in by bars and iron regulations and beatings.

I ran up the hill and through the market and banged on the doors of the stockade and they let me in. I was home...?

Bamika and Her Master

Bamika and Her Master

by Bamika Easterman

Based on the story “Claire et son Maître” by Clarinette Landar, and dedicated to her with respect and affection.

Bamika shivered with apprehension as she waited for her Master. She was a maid who lived in a gothic castle overlooking the Blake Sea. The castle was big and rambling, made of black stone, its high arching vaults and long echoing corridors and oversized rooms and furniture always made her feel like a little child. Master ran a salon where he invited other Masters and Mistresses to come and talk about BDSM. Bamika was Master's third girl, and the most junior, but he had trusted her to be his maid, to greet his guests and make them welcome and offer them hospitality in his home, and she had failed him.

“Bamika, come in.”

She leapt to her feet, still trembling, and trotted across the cold stone floor and through the doorway into her Master's study. He was standing by the fireplace, frowning at her. Master was a tall man, dark and saturnine, his dark eyes burned with passion – today they were passionately angry.

“Bamika, what is this that I hear that you have been rude to one of my guests?”

Bamika looked down and stammered, her heart quivering within her chest. “I-I'm sorry, Master. Sir Stephen kept pushing me and pushing me for sex. I told him 'No' but he would not listen. He thinks because I am a maid and a submissive and because I sometimes give myself to other guests at the Salon that he can order me to go to bed with him.”

It was not so much that Bamika minded having sex. Sex was something she occasionally wanted, perhaps once a month or so, a little itch that had to be pleasantly scratched. It was a small pleasant explosion that relieved tension and helped her to sleep. There wasn't anything wrong with sex, but she didn't think it was nearly as important to her as it seemed to be for most people. Some of the guests she served seemed to value sex with her quite highly, and she was happy to give herself to them, as a service. But she could only serve those she respected and loved.

Bamika could not understand the self destructive urge of the true masochist. She did not know what depth of submission drove a girl to offer herself to anyone and everyone, to dissociate, to deny herself, to turn herself into an object to be used and abused, to be consumed and discarded. Bamika had seen such things, but she did not understand them, that was not her pleasure.

“I'm sorry, Master. He kept pushing me and pushing me.”

“That is not the point and you know it. What have I told you about such matters?”

“That it is my choice,” Bamika said miserably.

“And what do you do if a guest harasses you?”

“Politely say that I am unable to serve him and leave. Then send a log of the conversation to you.”

“So why did you disobey my instructions?”

“He made me so angry, Master. He is a stupid! He kept telling me to undress and saying I had to do what he said because he is a guest and I am only a maid. I told him he was not my Master and I was allowed to choose for myself. He wouldn't listen to me! I wanted to tell him that he was stupid and mean and that love is a gift for those who are worthy of it. So I did.”

“Oh, Bamika!”

“I'm sorry, Master.”

“You're sorry? You insult the author of one of the most popular BDSM blogs on the web, you make him publicly demand that I dismiss you. You damage my reputation and the reputation of my salon. You disobey my instructions and all you can say is 'I'm sorry?'”

“I didn't know he had a blog!” Bamika wailed.

“That's not the point! That point is that you insulted my guest in my house and as far as I can see you don't even seem to realise why that is wrong or have the grace to admit you are at fault and say you won't do it again!”

Bamika began to cry then as the full mortification and shame of what she had done hit her like a physical blow.

“Oh, why do I even bother with you? Go over into the corner, take your skirt and panties off and bend over holding your ankles.”

Choking back sobs, Bamika did as she was told. She was trembling even more now as she clutched her ankles, tears stinging her eyes. It wasn't the beating that she feared – a beating meant that he still cared about her – but what would happen afterwards. Would he take back her collar and send her away?

Peeking around her legs she saw him take the antique leather riding crop down from it's place on the wall. Then he marched over to her, grabbed her hair and pushed her head down roughly, there was a whistling hiss and a crack and an explosion of pain on her buttocks. Bamika let out an involuntary yep of pain, but already the whip was drawn back and another stinging blow sliced down on her rear. Blow followed blow, unbearably painful as they landed on her tender behind, she could not prevent herself from whimpering and squealing in pain. The pain and humiliation was almost unbearable, she was powerless in his hands as he wrote his justice on her backside.

“Never insult one of my guests again.”

Holding her hair in an iron grip he delivered one last painful blow with the riding crop before pulling her up and turning her around to look into her tear fogged eyes.

“Do you understand, Bamika?”

“Yes Master, I'm sorry!”

He pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. “There there, child, it's forgotten now.”

She cuddled against him and sniffled into his chest. “I didn't mean to. I was out of control. I won't do it again.”

“I know you won't, little one. There there.” He stroked her gently until her sobs subsided. “Now get dressed and go and clean yourself up.”

“You're... You're not going to send me away, Master?”

“Of course not, child. You belong to me. This is my house, and your place is here with me. Never forget that.”

“No Master.”

“Bamika, this was.. disappointing to me. And so terribly unnecessary. I thought you were more mature than this. Do you want me to restrict you from having sex again?”

“Y-Yes Master,” she whispered.

“Very well, you are forbidden to have sex with anyone without my specific permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Then get dressed and run along. Oh, and when you're done cleaning up bring me a cup of coffee.”

Bamika smiled for the first time since that awful man had upset her, a timid, tremulous smile.

“Yes Master!”

The End

Cover Credit: Bamika Easterman. Models: Bamika Easterman and Onyx Plutonian
Copyright ©2009 Frances Monro. All rights reserved.

Fawn's Character Sheet

The Wilds is restarting roleplay with a revised storyline. I'm posting Fawn's character sheet here for comments before submitting it.

Today's Date: 10 September 2009

Second Life Account Name: Bamika Easterman

Character Name (if different from account): Fawn

Gender: Female

Species: Deer

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Natural Abilities:

Good sense of smell - perhaps twice as good as a human. She is able to identify predators upwind. She can detect heat and pregnancy and find herbs by smell.
Good Hearing - perhaps twice as good as a human, she can swivel her ears to focus on directional sound.
Fast runner - 30mph, about 30% faster than an athletic human, good endurance - at least equal to an athletic human.
High jumper - She can jump about twice as high and far as a human.
Able to live on grass and pasture herbs and weeds. She likes eating things a human would find indigestible - thistles, straw hats, paper.

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Supernatural Abilities:

None. "Spiritually Deaf" to supernatural beings unless they manifest themselves physically.

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Spells & Potions:

None.

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Skills:

Skilful in bathing and greeting people. Skilful in making tea and doing laundry. Able to make sack dresses and do basic mending. Skilled in identifying herbs and knowledgeable about where they grow and what they are good for. Knowledgeable about ethics and religion. Skilful at child minding.

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Magical Equipment:

None.

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Special/Mundane Equipment:

None.

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Flaws/Weaknesses:

Scared of the smell of blood.
Nervous, anxious nature, inclined to flight - easily startled, like a horse.
Cannot read or write.
Pacifist, will not harm another willingly.
No fighting skills.
Amnesia.
Post menopasual. No desire for mating.
Susceptible to hypnotism, dominance and mind control - submissive.
Gets very drunk on 2 mugs of ale and does silly things.
Unable to see, smell, sense, hear or detect ghosts or sprits - spiritually deaf. This does not apply to sprits who use magic to appear physically - spirits who can be touched. It does not apply to Gods or Demons or angels/Patheons who can presumably make themselves visible to anyone they please.

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Character Background/History:

Basic Background Story: Fawn was a slave, she died of plague on a slave ship and they threw her body overboard, she hit her head on the way over the side and fractured her skull. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and infected from the manacles - this healed but left scars. She was resurrected or revived by the Great Mother Goddess - she claims, rather unconvincingly. She floated to the holy island on a log and washed up on the beach. When she recovered she found that she had no memory of the time before she "died".

She became a Temple Maiden, had her time of rut and bore two children - Isis and Ashara. Through dreams she remembered being enslaved and that her babies Marduk and Tiamat and her sister Hestia had been killed by the slavers. When the holy island was overrun by pirates she and her children fled and hid. She tried to convince others of a course of passive non-violent resistance to the Scavs, with disastrous results - some of her friends were executed. Fawn was imprisoned and spent some time in the hold of the Scav's demon ship, but eventually she was released.

Three to five years passed under Scav rule. Fawn had nine more children. Her surviving children born on the island are Ashara, Isis, Osiris, Hestia, Hanuman, Parvati, Krishna, Quan Yin, Ashok, Lalita and Ganga. She has passed through menopause and is now quite venerable for a deer, with grey hair and muzzle. Her sole ambition is to live in peace and not see any more people killed by violence.


Fawn's Wilds Profile

Eh? Eh, what's that? Oh, goodness, I guess I must have fallen asleep. Welcome in peace, young one. My name is Fawn. Fawn, yes, I'm a deer. I've been here forever, love, oh, just forever. I was a slave once, I don't remember much about that. Then I washed up here, how I thanked the mother for my deliverance!

This is a violent place dear, you want to take care here. Too many have died, oh, oh, too many... I'll never see them again. What? Weapons, no dear, I don't need weapons. I'm a dear, I eat grass. If my time has come, then it's come and that's all there is too it. My life is in the hands of the Mother. Oh... *yawns* I think it's time for another nap.

Fawn's Lismore Profile:

Welcome in Peace. My name is Fawn. Welcome to the Monastery. No, no, I'm not a monk or anything. I'm just sheltering here with my daughter Ashara. Someone threatened to eat her you know, so we came here where she feels safe behind the walls. Funny, walls make me feel fenced in! I'm a forest creature.

I follow the Great Mother and serve her by serving her children. We're all her children. Would you like a bath? No? I came here with my tribe from the Holy Island. It was taken over by pirates, you know. Mother help the people who stayed behind!

French Maid by Eye-Catcher

If anyone in SL was still in denial that Maid can be a sexual fetish role one look at French Maid by Eye-Catcher (Constanza Amsterdam) should show them the truth in all it's black satin glory. From the glint of her filigree slave collar to the tip of padlocked fetish ballet pumps this dress is making a statement: Maids are sexy!

There's very little to find fault with in this outfit. It's sexy without being crude, the overall lines are swishy and feminine and very pleasing to the eye. One thing I really like about this dress: It's complete - stockings, undies, shoes, even a slave collar! You won't be desperately hunting around for matching stockings and accessories for this one. Nice.

The flexi skirt is 95 prims, while I could stretch and shrink it quite happily it's simply too many prims to mess with on a prim by prim basis to get an exact fit. I have a unique plus sized avatar with a big bum so I had to find a balance that keeps everything covered without making the skirt so large that it sticks out at the side. However this is an issue I have with every prim skirt attachment. I feel I was able to get a decent fit without too much trouble.

At 499L it's a little more expensive than some outfits out there, but when you factor in the lovely satin fetish boots it's a bargain. These are shoes you may well want to wear with other clothes - A definite feature of the outfit. Inclusion of a free filigree Open Collar may raise a few eyebrows, but it's so sweet and pretty that all the girls will want one, right? It's all about adding value for the customer. All indications are that Miss Amsterdam knows her market very well.