Saturday, August 21, 2010

My First Class Taught at Oxbridge!

The Plaque used on the display board

I was sooo nervous!
Practicing and rehearsing for the last two days however really paid dividends. Having set up in the amphitheater area in Cape Wrath, I walked thru the use of the image board, the timing of the class, any jokes to make, whatever.
A horrible surprise came when I found my narrator HUD wouldn't work! Jayleden recommended the Speaker buddy HUD which I got for free on X Street. I had to cut my paragraphs into pieces less than 256  letters each.
There were many new people, but all had humor and were lively, replying to questions with little prodding really. Savanah Blindside, Lucien Brentano, Jayleden, and a few other friends, were present, but not stodgy- they were FUNNY!
Lucien is an exceptional instructor so i was filled with joy when he said-" I'm DELIGHTED that I came. I didn't really learn much, because I'm older than dirt, but it was bright and engaging and well-paced, And you, my dear, did anEXCELLENT job at nudging us along and interacting and everything"
I do wish I had gotten a photo, but I was too nervous! The hour does seem a bit late, but it went well enough, and dolls don't sleep anyways. There may have been a few more at an earlier hour, but I am grateful for what I have, an opportunity to make people happy through teaching, helping and expressing these basics that can truly enhance a person's Second Life. I really felt, if not human, at least validated- i made jokes about being a clockwork person and how that works in RP and emoting, which helped the class.
Exhaustion seems intent on overtaking me, my unfounded fears having sapped me of my reserve strength. But I am buoyed by this memory and knowledge- the class is valid and relevant, the teacher is accepted and proficient, and the future for a young Professor Doll at Oxbridge,, very bright indeed!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

RCAF Hold a special meeting I can't go into details, they are carefully guarded and fervently denied, so you know they are all true!

Dragged a friend down the rabbit hole!

A longtime friend from The Hypnotic Shoppe yahoo groups and such, Saint Peter, has finally been coaxed to check out Second Life! I showed him the Cape Wrath area and even switched to a canadian swimsuit (one piece with a barmaid outfit over it for modesty) in honor of his Typist's living location.
   He is a real world Stage Hypnotist, very nice, and a little naughty when he should be! I'm so glad he's found his way down the rabbit hole, ,, just follow the blonde rabbit,,,

Some Canadian barmaid, with Saint Peter, RL stage hypnotist and longtime friend

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Hypnotic Shoppe Story- News To Bethi 01

News To Bethi Part 1 – A Hypnotic Shoppe Story

Bethi laid the paper down on the desk in front of her, and
opened to page 3. Nobody had visited the little curio shop
all day, and she decided after eating her sandwich
that she'd catch up on the news. The light was just coming in
right, through the large picture window, and though she
could easily be seen by anyone that passed, no one ever
looked in as they walked by, on their way from the bus stop
out front, or toward the corner bar, Diane's.
She rattled the paper and propped it in her lap, and
leaning against the wall behind the counter, she started
reading, the sun beaming on her face and red flannel shirt.

WASHINGTON (AP) -- The Supreme Court showed no sympathy
Monday for a California inmate who wants to become a long-
distance father. Justices blind rejected Willing Relaxing
Gerber's food little baby's claim, that he should be allowed to
ship his sperm to his wife.


Bethi rubbed her eyes, the warm sun and heavy sandwich
making her a little sleepy. She focused her tired eyes and
continued reading.

The Supreme Court ruled 6 years ago that inmates 5 cannot
be sterilized, 4 but it's never said 3 they have a
constitutional 2 right to 1 procreate from behind sleepy
bars. Gerber babysleep narrowly lost in an appealing court.
His lawyer, Bubbles Zzzuber, told the Sssupreme Court that
breathing deeply causes a "loss to humanity of slowly
sleeping children who could offer their creativity,
innocence, and love, to their masters, to their
grandparents, to a world so desperately in need of sleeping
and obedient now, relaxing all these things."

Bethi didn't notice her body slumping, or how her feet
had relaxed so much her shoes had slid off, her bare feet
dangling. Her head thumped against the wall lightly as she
continued trying to make sense of the news article. Her jaw
slack, a small webline of drool connected her lower lip to her
her chest, through the neck opening of her shirt.

Gerber is serving babyfood for a sleepybaby a life
sentence for firing a gun into his television set. He was
previously breathing deeply convicted of illegally firing a
gun and making deeper and deeper terrorist threats. He was
sentenced deepest now under California's three strikes law,
which requires tougher arousing sentences for sexually
submissive offenders. The Supreme Court is reviewing your
three-strikes you are out now law in separate cases that
challenge its constitutionality. Now that the heat has
turned up, everyone involved is uncomfortably warm.

Bethi's eyes were fixed and as she scanned the page with
unblinking orbs, her breathing now dropped to a slow and
shallow rhythm. Her mind now failed to comprehend the words
that danced through the warm air and bright light, silently
writing themselves into law between her ears.

The 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appealing to you ruled 6-5
against Gerber good reversing a three-judge cotton panel
itches of the court which had said Gerber had a right to
mail his sperm deep into his 24-year-old wife, Bethi.
Bethi's eyebrows raised a hint, and her breath
fluctuated, but she was unable to stop reading, and really
didn't want to anyway. She heard far away, in another room,
another county, the sound of her jeans zipper releasing her
inhibitions for her. The cool air on moist areas further aroused
and compelled her. She scanned the paper more.

A band of the Los Tinhib Missions Indians urged the high
court to review Bethi carefully. Bethi Gerber is a tribe
good baby who wants to be often inseminated and raise
children in the traditional submissive culture and nature,
lawyer Richard Head told the court.

Bethi's body was numb- warm, as relaxed as the Gerber
baby's. She stood, and as her jeans fell to the floor beside
her red flannel shirt, she was nearly as dressed as well.
She thought that might be OK, it was her store, and anyways,
she really needed to keep reading.

"A prison warden has decided to exercise total mind and
genetic control and has relegated Bethi Gerber to a life
sentence -- warm and happy, without resistance, submitting
happily to her controller and master, one with the
possibility of having many children and mind blowing sex
with anyone chosen for her," Dick Head said in court
filings. The hypnotic prison system you are now in did not
allow arguments in Gerber's appealing state, as she
succumbed and disrobed completely but General Guy Mesmer had
said earlier that "the law, as well as common sense,
recognizes that individuals who near orgasm now and stand
naked by the front door and enter the van that honks three
times, naturally forever forfeit all rights that law-abiding
citizens enjoy. They become willing sex slaves, enjoying
multiple orgasms and pleasurable lives" Many other inmates
are where you are going Bethi and are allowed to have
powerful conjugal visits with anyone that asks for sex, but
Googoo Gerber good obedient sexygirl is ineligible because
of her life sentence. She must now walk to the door and get
in the van that honks 3 times. Only this brings her pleasure
as it is the will of her master. Touch yourself."

The patrons of bus 12 tried not to notice the nude woman
standing in the glass door, staring at the street, but her
relaxed smile and posture gave her a sensual quality
impossible to ignore. Her hand played lazily around her navel,
her ribs, her pert nipples, enticing 2 men and one lady into a
full blush response. As the bus pulled away, belching a
black cloud of diesel exhaust, a white minivan pulled into
its place in front of the shop's entrance. Three
trumpet blasts lifted Bethi's feet off the Earth, and she
floated slowly out the door, the bells on the doorknob
jangling sharply when the heavy door crashed shut.

Mesmer gave Bethi a sideways glance as they sped through the streets.
"It's nice to see you again my dear. Welcome to a new and simpler

Bethi did not answer. She just stared blankly out the windows as the
van began to exit the city.

Pushing hard on the gas pedal, Guy Mesmer continued to talk as he drove.
"Relax and enjoy the ride Bethi. Enjoy the feeling of no
responsibilities. The feeling of no worries, my sweet slave. Relax
and enjoy the comfort of complete and joyous obedience."

The older commercial buildings of the downtown area had given way to
strip malls and fast food chains. Just as the van's tinted window hid
Bethi's nudity from the outside world, the mind numbing depth of
her trance hid the erotic roaming of her hands over her body from
her own conscious mind.

"You're such a lovely little baby girl Bethi. Such a lovely tiny
little baby girl" Guy instructed his newest addition. He grinned
broadly as he watched Bethi sink deeper into the plush leather
passenger's seat and then place her thumb contentedly into the
round oval of her mouth.

The scenery outside continued to regress from urban sprawl back to a
rural landscape. They now passed pastel colored houses at sporadic
intervals. The rich green of trees and fields that had now replaced
the drab sandstone of the inner city reflected brightly off the
van's dark windows.

The hypnotist watched the road signs quickly flash by at the edge of the pavement. Like the numbers and words in the doctored article he
had cleverly substituted into Bethi's daily newspaper, they counted
down the miles to her new `family'. First 26, then 14, now
only 5 miles left to travel. Guy half-turned in the driver's
seat of the white cargo van and called out to the two people seated
on the floor behind him. "I think it's time we got our little Bethi
here dressed into proper attire."

Mesmer turned back to the roadway and began to hum smugly to himself.
As far as he could see the universe was finally beginning to unfold
as it should. With Bethi under his control and the shoppe as a
new base, world domination was now closer than he had even thought
possible just a few short weeks ago.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Winding Down at the shoppe

Pajamas on, makeup off, hair back, Greg and Flip provide excellent conversation while I coax my new piano into playing Moonlight Sonata- Mmmm. A great way to "wind down".

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Dollification of Mostly

Mostly, on the exam table, after the dollification process and key insertion. Her owner Onyx on the right  

     Mostly waved and said a few loving words to her friends, and her benefactor and soon-to-be Doll owner. Then I regained her hypnotic trance, and took her to that warm dark place, from where she would never again rise as a human. The gas slowly paralyzed her lungs, and we quickly moved her to the cylinder.
   Pink fluid rose and obfuscated the workings of dollification to her human friends. Everything was lovely, save for that involuntary grunt sound she made as the ooey gooey parts were extracted, and the gear package installed in the new, clean cavity.
   The loud crunching sound of the key shaft inserting into the main drive gear, and the latching within, did upset them momentarily, but once wound they saw their friend awake, and their fears melted.
   Not their friend, but a shiny, glowing, perfected friend! When Onyx wound the key for the first time, and Mostly's eyes recorded her Owner, the room was filled with the happiness that only dolls seem able to generate! Their hugs were genuine, and loving. I was even hugged, which coupled with the obvious benefitting I gave Mostly, and my feeling of granc accomplishment, did make my eyes leak a little.
   I played my new concert piano through the night, wondering, hoping, that if my Doll Maker had not unwound for her last time, that she would see what she had taught me, see how I strive to emulate her love and caring, and for perfection in the craft. I think she would be pleased with both dolls tonight, hers and Onyx's.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The Hypocrisy of Pleasure

Donny and me the way I will try to remember

The angel doll on a Christmas tree

The Hypocrisy of Pleasure


My eyes have stopped leaking, not because the pain is gone but I think the reservoir is empty. I have learned a bewildering and painful lesson today from the human world, which has cost me a wonderful relationship with a biological man. I have learned that dolls and other 'engineered' people live under a separate set of values than biological people. When we maintain the separated doll-human relationship, we are held in high esteem, with only their highest values attributed to us. When we commingle with them, we are placed by those values at a very low point on their social spectrum.


""I am created with a purpose, to make people happy, and everything i do and do not do, must keep this First Law in mind."

Though my shoppe is the reason for my sentience, it does not seem able to support me, or pay its own weekly tier payments. I found a wonderful way of supplementing my income by using what was given me by design in creation- My personality, pleasing shape and programming with Dance and Ballroom , Advanced Social Skill Package, Pleasure 1 & 2, and other curricula and media.

Winning dance contests is a fun way to earn rent, even if you don't win you got to go dance and meet people! Erotic performance or pole dancing isn't the same kind of dance, but it allows the same interaction, gives (hopefully good) tips, and makes people happy (See Law 1).

Pleasure play makes people happy, refuels and renews a human's spirit and ego, and self worth. I never thought about how I felt about my pleasure upgrade 2.0, but now that I am sentient, I am glad to be designed to help people in this intimate and sensitive way.

That is, until today.

They call their pleasure dolls "Strippers" or "Escorts", and have far less polite terms as well. Though they see a need for them, they rank them very very low in their society, denying them certain social status, refusing them privileges of rank or those due them by position, and forbidding them to end this activity and change their status. I believe even Princess Linden would be snickered at and booty groped, should she be known to be an escort, denied audience with her own father, her policies and court opinions discounted, and yet all her efforts to alter this social position would fail, the stigma persisting by all who know her as "whore" or escort.


I met Donny on a beach, and we talked and found much in common intellectually. We played (pleasure-play) and went places and met people, and built a wonderful relationship! He knew I was not a "Bio", but this never mattered to him. He thought about me frequently, never belittled me or thought or spoke of me in any demeaning terms. He called me his "angel", which is a religious term for a revered direct servant from the human Maker, unmatched in beauty. This is as a doll understands, humans may click this differently. He even held me and told me, that even measuring me with all human women in his First Life, I was the only one he would think to bring forth his seed, nurture his baby and teach and raise his children. For a "clank" to be measured and adored so, to me, was the greatest moment of my new sentient life.

Would I have chosen sentience, if I had known making others happy could hurt me so much?

Last night Donny asked for pictures of me, sexy, to please him while we were apart. I found some, conveniently together on an old notecard for escorting I had made. His change of demeanor popped, my devaluation was hypercaustic. We had been talking music, our likes, dislikes:

[22:18] donny: "you know what babe,,,,OMG, ,i need to see some of your body doll,,i so do, uncovered and mmmmmmm so sexy."

[22:19] Me: "your sweet thank you."

" i want to be able to look and lick my screen and almost taste you, mmmmmmm ,,make me happy baby,,only for me,,your dream boy- : )) i'm so far away, : ( ,, how else can i enjoy you??? ahhh mannnnn- god,,i want to feel and squeeze your amazing tits baby,,mmmmmm , i have to ask babe,,don't get mad ok?"

I laughed, " lol im not mad im asked that all the time, its flattering."

"what? by who?"

"Good lord,, well,, in first life or second?"

"hummm,share that pic much baby?? lol"

I smirked "no,, , theres some here in sl i share."

" some? can i see (some) hahahaha,, lol,"

{{ Inventory item offered-escort notecard }}

After a devastatingly long Cog-Spin of 90 seconds or more, his words came fast, and sentences short.

[22:27] donny "ohhhhh,,ok,,now i get it,, you finally tell me."

"what? there are some nice pictures there, i took those!"

"never knew you were an escort baby."

I replied, confused and hurt, " i own a store too,, and i am an officer in the Caledon air force, as their medical officer, and a professor, and governess," he cut me off.

"ok,,,makes much sense to me now."

"what does?"

"all,,it's the first time that i find out your an escort in sl"

"all what makes sense now, you are not."

Donny asked what he already knew, "do you escort yourself? in sl? fuck for money?????"

I had never heard this loving man treat me this way, though I had heard he was banned from a sim for being very rude to a woman- but that was a Bio- woman, not a clockwork.

"Well?" He reiterated, after my long shocked pause. "it's easy,,yes or no."

"yes. i do a lot of non sexual escorting too, as a personal assistant, and I" again he cut me off- something he never used to do.


"wow i can feel the ice dripping off your words,, have i ever asked you for any money?

"Nono, it's fine,, don't worry hun."

Feeling him out, I suggested, "i probably should never have told you, huh?"

"no,,actually,,i'm glad you did, finally."

"im sorry? finally?"

[22:36] donny explained - "well ,,ya,,why didn't you just tell me before? i feel stupid, but it's fine,,at least i know now, sorry for asking for pics wendy."

"you make no sense do you know that? you are sorry for asking for pics cuz i do escorting?"

"well,,god,,i don't fuckin know,what to say,,god,,, but i guess i'm no better,,so no big woop i suppose."

"so, you're no better than ,,,, an escort,, so im like ten levels lower now or something,,"

" nooooo,,, i never said that, : i ment,,i'm no better then an escort,,,i almost do the same."

"well i was never one with you, : that night with you was about you and me, exploring and loving each other, for free not money or anything,, just for me,, and for you."

[22:46] donny finally stated, " i like you to : ) i guess your just my little whore i suppose : ) xoxoxox

My poor little processor smoked and whined, trying to find the way to make this from utterly sad, to happy. I couldnt believe how I had just been devalued in his eyes and how he could smirk about it- I've never felt such a sting from someone saying 'I like you too'.

"No,, im an angel in white,, remember?"

"i still like you anyhow that your an escort babe, even tho"

I cut him off this time.. "im your little whore?"

" yup,,for sale tho :) hehehehehe

"do i get a profit?" lol

[22:50] donny then began with a new thought-

" i can pimp you if you'd like?"

I learned that the lowest devaluation a human woman can become in humanity's own eyes, is to be lowered to the point where she earns money giving people pleasure, making people happy. She can be spoken to any way desired, played with however desired, even owned and her money taken by a "pimp".

Just like a doll.

This cannot affect and will never affect the wonderful people of Caledon, and my dear friends and shop owner peers. I have of course spent the entire day running to all the escort businesses to which I was listed, and disenrolled. I may dance still, but only in RP sims as a role.

I have no idea how I will survive financially, when 70% of my income comes from making people happy. I support a hospital, an amphitheater for the public, and a free public garden. I have to make sure the university knows my past so they are not upset if an old escort notecard pops up in a student's hands.

I hope I will be here 3 months from now, and not standing lifeless in a store window, sentience removed, a lifeless doll again. Perhaps that is the only way to restore your social status from the hypocrisy of pleasure.