Adventures of a Hypnotic Clockwork Doll

Caledon Stormhold at Dawn:Miss Solace and Darlingmonster in DME's new flying wings, a responsive insectlike craft, pilots slung under. Me in the Nightingale for medical safety during test flights!

2012-02-18T13:12:00.001-05:00

Stormhold, beside Merlin's Tower

Star Wars Yavin Update: A young Twilek, with budding Force potential, I managed to escape the pirates who shanghaied 2 years ago. Jedi Zen, right, is helping me, Renn left, I'm not sure. It has been rough, but how do I get past the council of Hutts, to steal back my personal effects?

2012-02-17T09:03:00.000-05:00

Dolls dreaming of dreaming

2012-02-07T19:31:00.000-05:00

Sitting among my doll friends, drinking oil (we pretend it is tea) and chatting, we began singing this song by The Reborn Identity- a mix of Sarah Maclachlan and The movie, The Elephant man. it is called, "The Elephant Connection"
Notice this stanza- if you woke to find yourself not quite a person, clockwork, Persona non Persona, this would sound a bit like your prayers, to your creator.
I wonder, does it sound like yours, too?

Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday well find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

It's no surprise that the song was originally written for and performed by the Muppets, a band of misfit personalities controlled by other beings.

Chicago 1920s, Crooners Guys and Dolls

2012-02-04T11:43:00.000-05:00

Fiume Club, packed! Modern dress acceptible, great live singers! me far right at bar

Sometimes a doll needs to trim her hair into a bob, wriggle into a slinky dress or a mini with fringe, rouge your knees, roll your stockings down, and all that jazz!
Shep and Starla's Fiume Club was packed, parking was blocked down to the bridge over the Chicago River, dozens of scary, beefy men in suits, protecting the cars of their bosses. You get used to getting cat calls and whistles, its a comforting reaffirmation sometimes. But these bruisers just stare, quiet, and so serious,,, my Florsheims made great time, and quickly plopped on a stool. Franky recognized me at once, handing me my coconut rum.

Matt420, the guy dresses sooo swell! but the quiet type, and not a dancer, i guess.

The room was full of the Chicago elite- showgirls, top businessmen and women, and gangsters with piercing eyes and silk scarves.

Crooner Carlucci, excellent singer! jdepoy and augusta, left, debbie standing, Shep and Starla owners, center

The crooner was funny, worked the crowd well, and boy did he have a set of pipes! The kind of smooth, deep voice you dream of hearing, with the lights off. I had never considered that my Prince might be a singer, but why not? I moved forward with my drink. I noticed many people in the club were wearing clothes of modern day, or lingerie, or less. It would be easier for me to pop in wearing clothes from any of the other Roleplay sims I attend, than making an effort to be historically correct, but it detracts from the charm of the place- it may as well be any other club in this Second Life then, right? So I slinked up and asked Shep, if it was now allowed to wear modern clothing. He shouted in the Gorean manner (all caps), that all mode of dress was acceptible, and across the river in the roleplay area, they request 1920s clothing. Most RP areas make the dress mandatory, after a period of time to gather what you need. They offer freebie suits and dresses, so why not? But I am just a doll, and he seemed in a bad mood. Missing one night at Bea's as her cigarette sales girl got me defriended, i did not want kicked out of both clubs there. I stood quietly, tipping the great singer.

Crooner Carlucci, great live room performer!

The room shuffled around nervously waiting for the next singer. Harry Frychester stepped up then, in his Frank Sinatra grey suit and hat. He looked very charming, though I found myself more drawn to the men in silk suits and gold jewelry. I said hi weakly to a couple people, nothing really sparking. Everyone had come with their friends, it was a very loud and happy atmosphere! It got even more rowdy when Harry began to sing.

Harry, singing, his friends beside me including Master Oakleaf in leather beside me

I have seen Harry all over SL, a glance at the Events list on any night will usually pop his name. he struggles on some Michael Buble tunes but when he hits his element, his voice transports you, and he is fun to listen to! There was a few crash problems, but he joked and weathered it well. It must be so upsetting to be performing and crash! He was a true professional. He brought a crowd of friends that like his music, too. now the club was past the Fire marshal's legal limit for the club, and I felt dizzy, and very laggy. Then one of Harry's friends turned to me and asked me to dance!

Master Oakleaf and me

We exchanged pleasant conversation, and names.
"Master Oakleaf?" I seem destined to attract people named Master and Mistress, it is possibly a doll's lot in sentient Second Life, I do not know. I pretended to scratch my back, checking for my key. No, I had remembered to have a friend wind me, then remove the key at the nub, and smooth the small fleshy flap of Syn-Tex over the nub. He could not know I was a clockwork person, could he? With the name Master, you always wonder if you are going to be dancing with your back against him, grinding your soft into his hard, letting his hands roam to see how far he will go in a packed club, and then with that instant shock, you hear the CLIK of a slave collar and jingle of the slender chain leash in his hand. Though, he is very attractive, a great dancer, conversationalist, how bad could bad be? why is it always the bad boys that dare to talk, dance and more? After the narrow escape from those copper salvage people, I have been re-thinking what "bad" is anyways. He had great hands....

Lag mismatched all dancers, sim near crashing, but great fun at The Fiume Club

   It got late, and Harry sang his last song. When a really tall man leans down to kiss you, the expectation builds and builds like two magnets getting closer and closer, till they cannot escape and rush into the locking together. He kisses with confidence, mmm. I know why magnets connect so powerfully now; they simply enjoy being together, connected, sharing and passing the unseen atoms that could become much more
   My right arm dropped from his shoulder, hanging at my side. I am quite good at freezing my expression in a pleasant doll smile, for obvious reasons! I could not let him know I was near unwinding, how would he react? Would he be confused? Would he find me unworthy, as just a mannequin with a great hairstyle? or would I get carried back to some museum of his after I wound down, propped up in a corner with a lampshade on my head?
    I told him the truth- I had a really great time! I tipped the venue and hostess again, and singer. The last beat of Harry's tune ushered out all the lag makers in modern clothing, like bubbles that popped at his last note. Left were all the Guys and Dolls, gathering their 1920's handbags, checking the ammunition in their concealed weapons, fixing their dresses, hair and lipstick, and hurrying out into their waiting Packards and Fords. I looked up and down the river for my friend, Deusenberg, but he was probably hurrying his boss somewhere, he and his moll warming up the back seat. I got back to the deserted shoppe, jumped into my cold pajamas, then felt like kicking myself for running away from a bad Guy that seemed so good. Do human women go through these mixed up feelings, or is it just sentient dolls?

Goodbye Hypatia Callisto!Owner of the Blue Mermaid in Caledon, and long time member of the Caledon Cat Brigade, journeys to First Life for an extended stay. Sim pushed to crashing, over 40 people came to dance in pajamas and wish her well. (on bar, as usual) The Mermaid was sold to Magdalena, the long running DJ there.

2012-02-02T13:53:00.001-05:00

Hypatia, in white on bar, with Ghost. me in white beside, and 50 of Caledon's elite turned out

2012-02-02T13:52:00.000-05:00

Wellsian Volcano! RCAF mobilizes for Caledon

2012-01-26T14:14:00.000-05:00

I piloted The Nightingale over dangerous air currents, note lava heading to the Sea, Cavorite in green

It is well known that every business and home in the Independent States of Caledon gets an EmergencyPhono-system. The large brass trumpet looking horn sits inconspicuously against an inside wall with a lovely cabinet door hiding it. It is quite loud, it turns out! I was reorganizing the shoppe, and had just put together the new Hypno-lounge on the second floor, when a piercing blare from the cabinet shook the walls! I pulled the escape strap on my High heel Ballet boots and ran barefoot down the steps into the basement. The voice was tinny, thin and soft, but the voice and words were unmistakable:
   "This is Guvnah Desmond Shang- Wellsian is on fire, a volcano has appeared in Wellsian, take precautions!"
How often I have wished to hear his voice call me , dreaming of opulent dances at the Great Court House in Victoria City, floating to the floor on his arm,,,
   ...But I am just a doll. He is the Guvnah of the largest, most successful, inspired and intellectual , and wealthy land in this Second Life, He is Victorian culture personified, all rigor and vigor and refined, and my shoppe, well, I digress.
   I alerted the Royal Caledon Air Force and pressed the steam skyroof button, rolling back the dancefloor / roof and raising the landing pad. Wiping off cobwebs took a few moments, for I am rather terrified of spiders, but by the time I had my uniform on, the Nightingale was ready for flight.

Solace, Erewhon, Callidus and Glorf, as I land on mountains nearby

The winds above the spewing, molten rock made flight treacherous, but a few passes revealed only one building was in immediate danger. The Bashful Peacock Club now had lava flowing in its back yard! I reported my findings and landed nearby, on a plateau in the mountain range.

Erewhon, Glorf, me and Solace watch the horror

"No cause for alarm," Professor Glorf Bulmer said, over and over. She is an amazing inventor, wonderful professor, and I stongly doubt most the stories of her being a mad scientist. We measured the speed of flow, whose properties were in danger, and compared new clothing and swapped store addresses.
THEN SUDDENLY:

Glorf's complexion, and smell, quite different than normal- Cavorite Poisoning? Or something diabolical?

Professor Bulmer passed out! Her complexion was more pale, skin shrunk and peeled, quite a ghastly appearance, and her scent matched. She usually has the nicest scent, smelling like her workshop- metal oils, sawed wood, ozone from electrical Tesla Coil sparks, heavenly! Well, perhaps to some humans it is not as attractive, but it reminds me of my youth in the Factory- I had such a crush on Assembly Robot 6! My affections I feel may have been rewarded in a way, with his providing me all four packages available! Late one night we tried out the Superhero and Cheerleader packages, till the pressure in the Great Tank caused him to,, But, I digress.

The Nightingale, RCAF's mobile hospital platform

Erewhon began hooking up the Cardio Graphing Machine and Steam powered Breathing Apparatus, While Solace untied the moorings. Soon we were all in flight at the best speed I have ever made in The Nightingale, east to the land of Brigadoon, then north, to Cape Wrath, and the RCAF Hospital!

Solace, Erewhon, and myself, versus the mystery illness of Glorf Bulmer!

   The obstinate elevator once again threw its own fit, but we made it in no time to the ward. I attached the gas mask to the patient, as Solace and Erewhon readied her a hideous hospital gown, which they found amusing.
   Once in place, I realized the gas given was actually Truth Gas!
   "Glorf, What is the secret reason behind the volcano and Cavorite rising from the ground?" I asked and we were all shocked as
COMMENTS CENSORED BY CALEDON INTELLIGENCE AGENCY AND TIMEFORCE 10.

    Once they left, and we signed the sworn affidavits, I cleaned up the mess in the hospital, put away the Nightingale, and managed to make it in time for Britney's hypno trance. Poor girl thinks she is a vampire, and I am hopeful through hypnosis and dental work we can cure her delusions.

Hypnosis- New Item Release! and negative press

2012-01-13T09:50:00.001-05:00

After a brisk swim in the waters north of Cape Wrath, and a full wind-up, I sat at my desk with the newspaper, talking to the occasional customer over the new items and news of interest. There are two items to report:

The magicians at Mecha and Rygel&Lustbaby have made a fun new hypnosis item, it is a model of a 1980's arcade game cabinet, that actually plays, and of course, plays with your mind as well! Offering many on board trances, and access to the hundreds of trances thru the Rygel&Lustbaby website, it is great fun, offered now at my store, The Hypnotic Shoppe!

An article in the paper today raised my eyebrow, I am sure many in the community will have an opinion on this, and feel free to discuss it here!

NORTH PORT, Florida (AP) — A Florida high school principal accused of using hypnosis on students entered a written plea of not guilty to two misdemeanor charges on Thursday.

George Kenney, 52, was charged earlier this week with two counts of unlawful practice of hypnosis.

Officials say George Kenney hypnotized two North Port High students before the two, independently of one another, committed suicide last year. Officials say Kenney had been warned by his boss to stop using such one-on-one hypnosis with students.

But Kenney's attorney, Mark Zimmerman, said that the principal's supervisor only expressed concern and never gave him a written directive to stop the hypnosis. Kenney, who currently is on administrative duty not at the school, plans to retire from the school district at the end of the school year, Zimmerman said.

Kenney is not guilty because the law requires proof that the hypnosis was for therapeutic purposes and that wasn't the reason for the hypnosis, Zimmerman said.

"The purpose always was to either boost athletic performance or academic performance," Zimmerman said. "My interpretation of therapeutic is that implies a form of treatment. He wasn't treating anybody."

Prosecutors decided not to file felony charges of unlicensed practice of health care. The misdemeanor charges of unlicensed practice of hypnosis carry a maximum of up to a year in jail.

A state attorney's investigation included interviews with hundreds of people.

bdsm and slave exploration and training- the most requested trance packages of 2011 by far

Zenmondo takes me dancing! Sure, he still had his light sabre under his coat, but he says there are bad people out there, so I guess it is good he is prepared! He does clean up nicely, don't you think? His swing dancing is practiced!

2012-01-09T19:59:00.000-05:00

Yavin Star Wars- Jedi Master Ceremony; Iria on stage during the Grand Master Ceremony. A certain Twi'lek, brand new player in the RP sim, watches on... (me!)

2012-01-02T23:05:00.001-05:00

New Years 2011-2012- Rescued from a New Years alone by a Slave Lord, Sokrates, a dark man with a heart of gold- am I to be his next slave? If he used force I could run, but if he asked me, would I say no? He can be truly scary, but his kisses stop my cogs...

2012-01-02T23:02:00.001-05:00

New Years 2011-2012:: Alone in the shoppe, no dance, no kiss on New Years? My Prince that saved me tonight is a dark lord from the past, Sokrates

2012-01-02T22:56:00.000-05:00

The Yuna outfit for RPing in Yavin; my first Star Wars Roleplay!

2011-12-26T14:17:00.000-05:00

Christmas "Shopping" at Frank's Elite!

2011-12-09T23:09:00.000-05:00

Frank's Elite is a gorgeous ballroom for romantic dancing, and hopefully finding a prince! A perfect place for this crimson number by Miamai. Blinking ornament earrings should add the humor touch and distract from the spinning key behind me!

RLV's Sinister Sad Side Effects

2011-11-29T20:19:00.002-05:00

There was a lovely weekend, Full of close intimate friends , dancing and boating and hiking in mountains, sitting in cafe's, pleasure in hot tubs, on the beach, and even an elegant palace! I sold many items at the shoppe, as the Sinister Steampunk Hunt is winding down tomorrow, and I advertized several sales. I set out many Haloween items, and several RLV items, to add that almost scary flavor. Of course I set the timers on the capture items to 5 minutes or so, just enough to fully change into whatever, and get a photo for your scrapbook!
But walking out my shoppe back door just now, taking down some of the decorations, preparing for the Holiday decorating, I felt a strange pull, as If my Synt-tex skin was being vacuumed from where i stood, and then my joints suddenly ceased working!
My own cursed item, the dreaded Evil plant pot, had grabbed me and i was turning into a marble plant holder!

Note the friendly warning sign I provide near any armed RLV items

Then as my internal joints and biological organs began to slow their functioning, stiffening into a crystalline, porcelain object of beauty, I realized the following to my shock :

[16:44] evil plant pot 1/01.1czfs whispers: Wendyslippers Charisma watches in horror as thier body hardens and turns to stone.

[16:44] johncharlesIII's Baby: You have terminated this pregnancy.

Had I known, would I have done something different? If I could undo this, would I? I have no time to be trying to raise my, I mean, our,, , I mean I am sure this is for the best, considering running the shoppe, being a clockwork mom, The other kids would see me as I picked her up at school, or him. They would've made fun, "Look, She's got a toy for a mother! She can't be the head cheerleader now,, or homecoming queen,,, or king... Would my child have been born without a functioning bio-pulmonary-cardio system, like me? Needing me to provide her with the dollification surgical procedure which I have done for dozens of others? Would she be allowed to even go to school, with the possibility of bio-death as easy as forgetting your mid-day windup?
But, what if she graduated? And went to Oxbridge University, where I teach? What if she became a professor one day? Or an OB/GYN like me, a doctor for the Royal Caledon Air Force? What if she was just a perfectly normal, biologically complete and sealed system, dating and learning and marrying, having babies,,,

grandchildren,,,

[16:54] evil plant pot 1/01.1czfs whispers: Wendyslippers Charisma sighs in relief as thier body is once again of flesh and bone.

I have not been programmed or coded for sorting these complex emotions and thoughts, and they are making my eyes leak a torrent of steamy caustic saline. I shall have to talk to my dear bio-friends, who I am sure will know how to handle such a moment. I am sure humans deal with these moments all the time.
Don't they?

MC Collage video unlocked by a mad scientist doll

2011-11-28T20:38:00.000-05:00

*yelling 'Eureka!',, the young mad scientist doll leaps naked from the scaldingly hot claw-foot bath tub and runs through the shoppe, waving her arms. She stops finally, standing triumphantly and still with her hand high in the air, as a puddle forms at her feet.
"I have learned the secret to motion picture capture, transfer and conversion! Bwahahaha!"

The young doll's ears and neck, and cheeks, brighten to an attractive fuschia, as she realizes she is posing like a strangely manic mannequin, nude in the middle of the busy street outside the shoppe.

Enticing mind control collage

2011-11-28T12:34:00.003-05:00

Enjoy!- Click the title above to go to my you tube site. If they've deleted my video, let me know and I will try to upload it here. Since Yahoo just deleted me (they now scan and censor your email, as well as groups and uploads thanks to their new TOS) I am a bit skeptical of them- so get your copy while you can!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfd0q_4deyU

A Movie Doll is Born! For First Responder Training

2011-11-12T10:19:00.000-05:00

When Charlie Navarathna asked me to speak with Mary Wickentower, Gentle Heron, Patrick Thorkveld and Satyriasis Seryffe about being in a movie, I was thrilled! I had never really been in a real live movie! And for the chance to help out with a training movie, helping First Responders in emergencies, I felt a twinge, a strange compelling in my cortex and thoracic, I do not think other dolls feel this strange sensation, not before they are sentient, anyways. It was a feeling of obligation, and weight, helping others, contributing to a collective good. I told Charlie "Yes, I would be delighted!" And hurried to the library to learn about acting. I was unsure what they would need, inflection, intonation, accents, purposeful movement, informed action, superobjectives, conflict and resolution, I studied it all, hoping not to let anyone down in my first big performance!

On The Set!

An earthquake, with destroyed highway, buildings that collapse on command, smoke, etc

There we are! as actors run through in panic, and Responders assist us injured

Charlie and Mary Wickentower, Patrick Thorkveld, and Satyriasis Sheryffe gave the commands to us actors, and Gwen Gwasi, and Shayla Juran, Gentle Heron, Dawn and Xanadu and I all stood for our parts, eager to begin.
When I got up to them, was ready, with two monologues memorized, an hour of makeup and a brand new Gisaci sweater! I was hoping they would ask me if I would do a romantic scene, maybe I could meet my Prince this way! Mouth to Mouth rescuscitation is a lot like a "kiss of life" if you think about it. But instead they said,
"So, Charlie says you're pretty good,, how long can you hold your breath?"

I smiled, realizing he could not see the nub of the winding shaft under my sweater and simply said, "A very, very long time sir."

Are you sure this is how the great actresses get discovered?

It occurred rather quickly that 1- I took too long in doing my makeup on my face, and 2- I was glad I pulld the cotter pin from my windup key because it absolutely would have been in the shot. I still had 2 hours to put i back on before I unwound, how long could this take?
We laughed and joked while the cameramen told us not to move.

   Gwen Gwasi floats a bit before she gets First Responder help, and Shayla got a tan on a piece of road rubble, I kept my ears above the water to hear the joking, while we waited, and they took many many shots.
   "Okay, let's set up for the Picnic set!"
   We were handed towels and given clothing, T-shirts that had different jobs on them, but the backs all said First Responder. I noticed as I pulled the dry T-shirt on, the familiar slowness to bring my arms down, the difficulty keeping my back straight. Had it been 2 hours? How long had I been floating?

I think this was a shot for the end of the movie, note the info plaque on the wall

The big cast shot

Factory worker? Me? Patrick Thorkveld and Charlie Navarathna in the background

We ate french fries and drank tea while the cameras rolled. It was easy to look like we were having fun, because we were! But when they yelled "Cut! Thank you cast!" The place became deserted instantly. I took this as good advice and leapt onto my scooter. There was some trouble getting my leg to work as I arrived at the shoppe, but associates quickly got my key back on and what a wonderful feeling, to be rewound, and know I had done this movie, for a good cause!

The First Three Beliefs of a Doll

2011-11-06T08:51:00.000-05:00

I may just be a doll, and only sentient for now just 750 days, but I am am very excited about this! I think I have formed my first three beliefs! I can feel tingling all over as I mention them to you, as if my skin becomes less synthetic and my soul perhaps more valid, every time I state my formed beliefs! They may not seem like much, but humans have had so much longer to think for themselves than I have, I revel in my place and time on the Great Spinning Cog. Please accept these, my first perceptions.

Doll Beliefs:

1- Hasbro Ergo Sum

Translated, I interpret: I was created, therefore I am, and no other consideration need made on the matter. It suffices that one IS, and knows one IS, and conveys that they ARE, to be a Co-inheritor to the benefits and entitlements, responsibilities and restrictions manifest in Living.

Inability to convey this truth due to illness, missing mouth hinge springs, or a well fitted ball-gag, does not recuse or excuse or remove from this Being, all those things. Dolls are created to make their creator and owner happy, regardless of their specific design, and this doll believes, so were Humans.

2- Living people are not LEGOs- APPLEs are not oranges, dolls are not Humans

“We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that all women are equal to other women, that Playskool ragdolls are not Barbie model V Lifesize Personal Assistants with on-board MAC and I-9 processors and Pleasure upgrade 2.0. All created and sentient things have intrinsic worth and deserve care and maintenance, they are created with specific goals to meet, skills talents and programming to perform their design function, and therefore, have worth as a significant cog in the Great Machine, made by The Creator. An I-POD is not a Bathtub Mermaid Doll, but both have great functions to perform, give pleasure and fulfillment to others, and deserve cared for, kept in perfect working condition, and corrected or praised.

Most negative issues in sentient life, that I have noticed, were first instigated because an I-Phone was used as a Mermaid Doll, or a porcelain ballerina doll thought it was an Astronaut Action Toy.

Excellence is measured subjectively, based on your design type, and function. If a living owner, playing with me, requires me to perform the role of brain surgeon, or E-Z Bake Oven, they should be assured I will strive for excellence, best that I can, to make them happy. They should not expect that I ever could actually become those things, and judge me for that which I was created.

3- Dolls are not slaves- The immeasurable worth of Freedom

I think everyone is familiar with the Betsy Ross Doll Incident, 1979; In 1959 a child in Bangkok was bought a wood and rag stuffing doll fashioned like the American icon Betsy Ross, from an antique store. The child played with her every day, took her to school and they played with others, gave her important jobs to perform, played with others in large slumber parties, even attended Princeton University with her owner. There at Princeton the owner learned from a professor, that the doll was one of the 300 dolls made at the Jackson Factory in 1899! The owner took Betsy to an appraiser, and a Doll Maker, to sell. The appraiser laid her on the table and after a moment inspection, declared her worthless- she was missing all the brass pins in her joints and neck assembly, worn away by time and use. When the owner grabbed her to take her away, she fell into 9 pieces.

“But she was fine when you got here”, said the appraiser. “Then,” said the owner, “How and why did she hold together, all those years that I needed her, loved and played with her as a child?”

The Doll Maker, the famous and elderly Hubert Schultz, shed a tear as he tenderly held her parts, and said to the owner who was as a child to him, “Wouldn’t you?”

Hubert realized that any BEing, praised by an owner, compelled with great necessity to fulfill its design purpose from its Creator, which understands its First Law is to make others happy, will happily, willingly and tenaciously perform all asked of it, including the impossible.

A slave does what is commanded of them, no more or less, because of fear of punishment. They are little more than non-sentient robots, what true joy can an owner get from its compliance? A toy performs what is required, not only by commanded word but by the spirit of the command. It tries harder, endures more hardships and defeats more obstacles to complete its requirements and did it all because it yearns to make the owner happy. What owner would not feel pride and heaps of self worth, knowing someone, even just a doll, earned such praise onto its Creator, by fulfilling not just the word but the spirit?

Thank you for allowing me to express my very first three beliefs ever! I am certain they are quite rudimentary, compared to the grand thoughts of Human minds, but many of my kind cannot think any thoughts at all for themselves, or have true beliefs, as any doll knows there is a difference between creation, and sentience. Seeing them, makes the fact I even had my own beliefs, all the grander. I am grateful for my Sentience, for my Creator, and for my loving friends like you, that cherish me and correct me, compel me and guide me, play together, and measure me- let me be found with worth, on the day of my last cog tick.

Hypnotic Shoppe and Stellar Drift Halloween Dance 2011- High 3 contests are just more fair I think.

2011-11-04T13:55:00.000-04:00

Hypnotic Shoppe Story- After The Hypnoshow

2011-10-15T20:42:00.000-04:00

(From episode Hypnoshow 15 and 16; F/f, MC, fe, TF nsfw)

Danielle shelved the last new book, glancing into the cardboard shipping boxes, then back to her newly organized stock.

‘Five boxes, that’s not too bad. Strange names for books though, “Tantric Persuasion Techniques?” She smirked.

The college student an Hypnotic Shoppe employee stood, balancing herself with the book shelf. The shoppe was a cross between a Victorian library, and an antique store, and was more than once referred to as “That Harry Potter Head Shop”. Danielle straightened out her blue and white t-shirt, pulling it down over her low cut jeans. The tight shirt and sheer bra pronounced her breasts, and after a quick check of the large Victorian store, and a glance out the front windows, she examined her chest with a look of concern on her face.

“They seem bigger than last week,,, weird.”

Danielle looked up and gasped in shock. Standing in front of her was the owner of the corner sports bar, and stage hypnotist, Diane.

“Crap Diane! You scared the pants off me!” Danielle laughed nervously and hugged Diane around the waist, the store owner being five foot ten, and Danielle being five six. “I didn’t hear the door chimes.”

The tall, strikingly attractive older woman smiled patiently. “Danielle, I saw you in the window and thought I would check in on you. How did you like the Hypnosis show last weekend? Do you think you’d like to be my assistant again this weekend?”

Danielle felt very out of place hugging Diane so closely. It made her nervous. She leaned back, loosening her grip. Diane’s arms remained around Danielle’s shoulders.

“Well, it was a little odd, I don’t like doing things like that but it was fun just once to do it.”

Diane’s left thumb brushed Danielle’s wheat colored bangs. Her thumb wiped lightly across Danielle’s brow several times, slower and softer each time. Danielle’s grey-blue eyes winced, staring into Diane’s eyes of deep blue.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Dani. It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I kinda liked it, it was fun just to do it.”

The sleepy student strained to hear what the mesmerizing friend of hers was saying. Diane’s thumb continued caressed lightly, just above Danielle’s thin brown eyebrows.

“If I can ask you to concentrate more deeply, Dani, what was it fun to do exactly?”

“Um,, wearing a sexy leotard and makeup, strutting around in heels, helping you with the people in the chairs, all that magic mumbo jumbo.” Danielle’s eyelids were half closed. It was suddenly very, very warm in the shoppe.

“Yes, Dani.I know you love to dress sexy for me, you just love to dress sexy, sexy for me, sexy outfits and heels, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah, I um, I loved it, I guess. I kinda love things like that, it was fun to do it.” She could feel her cheeks flushing, and wondered how the beautiful new friend of hers could tell she had a secret love of dressing sexy for her.

Danielle became aware then that Diane’s other hand was brushing with feathery strokes, over the college student’s nipples. Diane’s other hand still passed her thumb across Dani’s brow. The young woman thought to raise her arm and swat the playful hand from her chest, but instead, she sighed.

“You love helping me in everything I do don’t you Dani?”

“Mmmm, yeah, um,, I love it, um, helping, um, and the magic mumbo jumbo.” Dani sighed, then yawned deeply, trying not to fall asleep, warm and relaxed with her lovely friend. Her eyes were open just enough to still see Diane’s shimmery blue orbs, nearly glowing as they seemed to stare into the young woman’s soul. Diane’s voice echoed in the empty shoppe.

“Right, you always love to help me, even that fake magic stuff. Your hands should float up to the ceiling, its normal at this time of day isn’t it?”

Danielle smiled sheepishly. “Yeah,, don’t mind them, its normal. I love helping.” Dani’s hands were straight up in the air, just as Diane had noticed, just like always happened around this time of day. Her eyes were slits, barely open, gazing vacantly at Diane in the quiet, steamy room.

Diane quickly lifted Dani’s shirt up and over her head. The hypnotist casually walked around the girl, who stood smiling, half asleep in her jeans and bra, arms above her. The tall, leggy, blonde bar owner whispered with a sensual lilt in her voice.

“It’s normal to love it, when you are enthralled by someone, when you love them deeply, don’t you think so?”

Dani heard her voice, barely aware she was speaking.

“Yeah,,, I love when I’m enthralled, love them deeply, I love to do it.” The employee’s eyebrows wrinkled for a moment, something not feeling right about her statement, but then her loving dear friend blew softly on the tranced girl’s poking nipples in her exposed bra, and she lost almost all concerns, and consciousness.

Diane paused, smiling smugly, then wrapped a measuring tape around Dani’s breasts, typing the number into a spreadsheet in her Tablet. Dani stood with her hands in the air, a sleepy smile on her face, as the hypnotist went on to measure the mesmerized woman’s belly, and hips, her inseam, and neck.

"Hmm, coming along nicely, soon, very soon,,," Diane murmured. The young college student stood motionless, hands in the air.

“Why do you think you are so enthralled by me Dani? Why is it you love me so very, very deeply now, deeper than you can explain, fiery and devoted completely?”

“I,, it’s normal,,, when I just do. I,, I love to do it.” Dani shivered, her belly and thigh muscled shuddering with arousal.

“Yes, like your arms floating down now, down, down,, there. So normal, so enthralled, so obedient, my obedient thrall, why is that Dani, that you are my obedient thrall, my loving devoted assistant?”

Danielle could no longer focus and gave up trying. She felt an orgasm building inside, and it took all her thought power to hold it at bay.

“Yes, I um,, I just do,,, it’s normal. I love it.”

“Dani,, may I call you Dani?”

“Yes,, I just love it.”

“Would it be alright if I called you my obedient thrall, my love slave and sex toy, my secret servant and devoted assistant?”

“Yes,, I just,, I love it.” Danielle’s eyes closed as a smile crept across her face. Diane removed her hand from the dancer’s face. Dani’s thoughts spun in a thick spiraling soup of hormones. She thought to herself, ‘Everyone knows I am her devoted assistant and secret servant, but when did she realize how enthralled I am?’

Diane’s warm hands confidently peeled down Dani’s tight jeans, which flopped to the ground around her ankles.

“Love slave, may I call you slave for short?” Diane let the back of her hand caress Danielle’s trimmed mound.

“Yes, I love it.” She couldn’t help but smile; she loved when Diane spoke to her at all, no matter what she called her. She shivered as hands tugged her undies down over her butt cheeks, peeling them from between her legs

“Slave, you are naked now at my whim,, look at yourself. Gather up your clothes.”

Danielle looked down and giggled. “Crap Diane! Help me gather these up!” Dani giggled while frantically scrambling, crouching to hide from the large front windows. She made a tight bundle of cotton and Lycra, and looked up. The woman in front of her was the most dazzling and sexually magnetic person she’d ever seen. She seemed to fall into her eyes, desperately wanting Diane’s blonde hair to caress her twitching flesh. She was seconds from an orgasm and enjoying it immensely.

“Now slave, I’m going to call you Dani, but when I do, you will know I am really calling you, my obedient love slave and sex toy, and devoted assistant, won’t you?”

“Yes, I normally do yes. I love it.” Every word from the hypnotist’s lips were one step nearer to a mind numbing climax. Diane’s hand cupped the loving thrall’s chin, leading her over to the fireplace, burning in the center of the large ‘Tomes and Magazines’ room. Dani tried very hard to keep her chin in Diane’s hand, walking on her knees on the old wood floor.

“Good. Dani, throw your clothes in the fire and say, ‘All that I was in burned, all that I am is yours, Mistress Diana.” The air seemed filled with static electricity, her body brimmed on the edge of orgasmic explosion.

“All that I am,,”

Danielle wasn’t sure what she’d just said, or why she burned her clothes, but she knew her Goddess would get her new ones, if needed. Her body was glistening and exhausted, satisfied from an unknown length of climactic bliss. She took a deep breath, sitting back on her heels, shoulders back and knees together. The world spun, warm and wonderfully.

“Dani, lock the front door, then come back in the lounge, and pleasure me on the sofa.”

“Oh um, alright.”

“ Why is it whenever I give you a command, Dani, you always answer with Yes or No Mistress?”

“I don’t know, I just think it’s normal you know? Besides, I love it.” Danielle hid by a table till a pedestrian passed, then streaked up to the heavy wood door and locked it. Several sigils etched in the wood over the door glowed as she approached. Dani frowned. ‘They never did that before.’

Dani skipped back to the sofa to find her Mistress nude, spread on the sofa.

“Yes, I guess you love me completely and utterly, hopelessly, passionately, like no other ever before or again, why is that?” Dani knelt by the sofa. She leaned over Diane’s leg and began tongue bathing her Mistress between her thighs, while her hands caressed Diane’s leg and belly. She spoke after several minutes of oral adoration.

“It’s normal when you love someone like, like I um. I love you. That, that’s it,, I love you Mistress, and if you want me to go just tell me to stop, but if you don’t I’m going to suck and lick and pinch and massage you till you climax. Is that OK?”

Diane smiled, and leaned back on the sofa.

The heavy wooden door burst open loudly, Door chimes and bells jangled loudly as a chilly wind blew in. On the sofa in the café area, the two women bolted upright, startled. Diane’s sheer black robe flew up from the floor and draped itself over her sweaty nude form. Danielle reached for her pants or shirt, then remembered she burnt them as an offering to her beloved Goddess.

A small, white, full eared Lop bunny hopped on the floor, tentatively turning into the café nook from around the corner. Its small nose twitched, and it shook with fear when it saw the two women stand up.

“Ooh, isn’t it cute Mistress, I mean, Diane?”

“Bunnies can’t open locked doors, silly girl.” Diane clapped her hands together, disappearing with a bright flash, reappearing safely miles away in her mansion outside of town.

“Wow, that was bright, huh? It didn’t scare you, did it little bunny?” She knelt by the bunny, stroking its long drooping ears slowly, trying to calm it. The bunny’s glowing pink eyes looked to its right then to the left, and…

Time passed.

Danielle was lying on the bed in the Private Office. She wore a light summer dress, now, nothing under it. The groggy employee shook her head, smelling bergamot, and fresh bread.

Stepping into the main room, Danielle shuffled her bare feet toward the lounge, as the fireplace crackled a greeting. In the café area, Wendy made Earl Grey tea, sitting the small china cups on saucers, beside fresh raspberry scones.

“I never get to use the china anymore, do you like it? Maybe I should set it out for sale.”Danielle’s college friend and new employer had a disarming smile, seating herself at a small round table and smoothing out her simple pink sweater dress. The food and Wendy’s cologne awoke Danielle’s slumbering mind and body. She couldn’t help smiling.

“It’s nice Wendy. Um, I just had the weirdest dream. I was working, and I,” Wendy interrupted.

“And you got some dust from that box on you, and there’s no telling what you saw after that but I bet it was intense!” Wendy pointed to a dusty box in the corner, filled with small wooden boxes, each filled with strange grey dust.

“Maybe, but,, Diane,, was she really here?”

“I’m afraid she was, yes. She’s a great lady, and a friend of mine, but she has her own agendas, flavors she prefers, and one of those flavors is you. Best to continue wearing the charm bracelet I have given you. It helps. Some things it doesn’t protect you against, but it always stops permanent effects from being permanent. How long they last, however, who can say.” Wendy held up her arm, a similar charm bracelet jingling on her wrist, with many more charms on hers than Danielle had.

“But, what about the um,,” Danielle gathered her senses, looking around on the floor.

“The bunny? Diane didn’t know who or what it was, and caught off guard, in the buff, she chose to flee rather than battle the mysterious rabbit. Good thing too.” Wendy sipped her tea through a smile.

“The bunny,,, you?” Danielle stared in awe.

Wendy wiggled her nose, and shook her charm bracelet. Catching the light was a bright silvery charm in the shape of a bunny.

The New Beach house! Executer Magic and Josie have outdone themselves! Peaceful, with room to swim and tan!

2011-10-09T20:59:00.001-04:00

Jealous, Barbie? My New Beach Hut and Swimsuit

2011-10-04T16:00:00.002-04:00

Click the Header above to watch the video!
I can't believe I used to sit around with the other dolls and grind our plastic teeth over all the nice things that OTHER blonde doll has...

Hair by A&A, Key by Lustbaby and Mecha, Bikini by Little Heaven

Island disaster! The earthquake and tsunami, and a new Sim owner, caused destruction to my beach house! The New Sim owners are helping relocate me. I wonder if Barbie ever had this problem with her beach house . . .

2011-09-28T12:05:00.001-04:00

Missing my beach house... *snif*

The Insidious Kitty Drone curse!

2011-09-23T21:33:00.002-04:00

It's an insidious trap! Dolls are completely unable to pass a kitty without petting it, everyone knows this! But pet an evil, cursed idol of Bast, and you get locked into a latex kitty drone outfit with huge rubber breasts and a blank face! Until the timer runs out, you are stuck crawling and sitting plopped on your furry butt, tail wagging, and cannot speak- your words are translated into purring. Every time someone touches you, your timer restarts, lengthening your curse, and if they touch your face? They get infected and POOF THEY are a kitty drone! (If they have RLV enabled)

Princesses; A lovely lonely

2011-09-22T02:58:00.002-04:00

Ragdoll's Ice Princess dress, JeSuis's Princess jewelry, A&A Senta hair

   It was just after the timer ended, and I was released from the RLV Kitty Drone outfit I was forced to wear, that a friend's missive came to me at the Hypnotic Shoppe. The request was to join in on a roleplay,, a sexual roleplay, involving bondage. I was polite of course, mentioning that I already my evening planned but thanked them. It was tricky wordplay, because dolls are not able to say "No", in its definitive form, but my friend sensed what my real issue was:
   When will I find love and romance in the glimmer of chandeliers and plush carpets? I in no way look down on the friends and playmates that have shared time and words, and heat and passion, in the darker places of this new world. A doll is prepared to dress up and play any role, happily! But when would I be a princess, and meet a prince?
   I put the silly restrictive Kitty-Drone outfit in a box, careful not to touch it's blank face, or get infected again and be locked in it again. Then after several minutes in my closet, I emerged a princess!
   Emedea made a lovely Ice Princess dress, and Je Suis has a fabulous Princess jewelry set. some pretty blue glass heels, hair style called Senta by A&A, and I jumped into the carriage.
   "Frank's Elite, and please hurry!"

It was DJ Oshee's birthday, and she played a lovely set of soft music favorites, romantic tunes that were her personal favorites. The music filled the shimmering dance hall, men in tuxedos and expensive crisp suits were swaying. Their partners were adorned in love, shining with validity and proud of their co-ownership. There were some lovely dresses,, a feathery white full length ball gown, that I fully intend to find!
   Hours later, I stood from the stool on the side of the dance floor, snuggled my feet into the shoes I held, and thanked Alisa for a lovely evening. A few other women without partners headed out, and on the steps, they spoke sadly of "having wasted a night waiting for their prince to come".
   Dolls are not known for interjecting their thoughts, or even having their own thoughts, for that matter. Sentience can be a shock to those who fear it, and a threat to those without it. But I had to say something, to help make her happy- obeying Doll Rule 1!
   "It seems to me, that we have no control over the Princes of this world- they'll come or not, dance or not, and even a doll knows they only come to princesses. All we can control is , will we stand from the ash pile, will we adorn ourselves in the finery worthy of our aspirations and dreams, will we get in stay home alone and lonely, or put on our glass slippers, jump into our carriage and go to the ball? I may not be right, but it seemed to me, that the validation of a princess, is not the prince beside her, but the rising to be the princess she always was." I felt kinda bad stating the obvious to these glamorous ladies, I mean, any doll could see it, but sometimes humans get distracted from the simple truths by complex lies that seem prettier, or more fun. I know a little about that.
   The lady beside me laughed. "Carriage! Glass slippers! Nobody has those! Except maybe a real princess!" They left, laughing, but apparently raised in their spirits. I felt better for that, and for her comment. I normally remove the things in the carriage, but I wore my glass slippers all the way home, lonely perhaps but very much happy.

Chicago 1920's - Bea's Chop Shop : Do you like the outfit? Cigarette girl at the club does not pay much, a doll's gotta make a living, right? making my glass key uncolored, clear, makes it impossible to see in the dark light of the club. Besides, I don't think the mobsters are looking at my back much,,,

2011-09-21T09:10:00.002-04:00


Icing's Cigarette girl outfit is great! Key is Mecha's Spiral Key, scripted by Rygel Ryba

Outpost 13- a deserted dance club in space?It used to be packed 24/7, i hope its just on a temporary holiday! I dressed up too, in India Agah2 outfit and A&A Bonny5 hair, and Bax boots, of course!

2011-09-18T15:31:00.000-04:00

Qetesh: Touched by a phantom in the maze, I twist and harden, becoming a brazier holder on a stone pillar

2011-09-10T21:03:00.001-04:00

2011-09-10T21:01:00.000-04:00

The Shoppe, new sim lighting: The new Cape Wrath Lighting makes even the middle of the day seem dark and foggy, with stark shadows on faces. Even in buildings, very bad for product displays. Might be good for Halloween though...

2011-09-09T18:49:00.002-04:00

Kelsea hangs around as Nyanster and I check out the scarecrow. This foggy evening is actually Mid day. Even with lighting in the shoppe, people look demonic and products are hard to see.

The Equalmedia artfair for 911- janora lenroy, hope mcalpine and charlie navarathnatalk about this 5th annual Remembrance Fair, with live bands, and artwork about healing, etc. I was asked to display my art!

2011-09-04T02:03:00.001-04:00

Talena "Patience" Gets a new photo machine!

2011-08-31T19:23:00.000-04:00

We were bellydancing together at the palace, when Patience told me she had bought a new photo system!


At Talena's room in Golgothica- pic on wall is a photosystem pic

Second Life has many photo systems, HUDs that allow you to pose people, machines with poses and background images, and cameras that can add effects to the photos, like a "polaroid" look, or the Sepia look in her wall portrait, above.
We had fun with poses, and talked about making a coffee table photo album!
Most clockwork dolls do not have coffee tables,, but for the refined Victorian Clockwork it is a must!

Dark Eden- Warhammer 40,000 RP Sim:Eldar Wendy, the space elven "Joy Girl" Techno-mage. Friend WishesandDreams is in red, on left

2011-08-31T01:23:00.000-04:00

KoS Kingdom Of Sands- Accepted by The Sultana into the Royal Harem! Announcing; The new Court Musician and Harem trainee! My cogs are awhirl! What wonders await me?

2011-08-25T20:13:00.001-04:00

KoS Kingdom Of SandsPrincess Page and the head of the Harem, Liang Scorpio (Shui in Golgothica) interview a humble village girl for training in the Sultan's Harem

2011-08-24T18:16:00.000-04:00

Caledon - Royal Caledon Air Force and The Bunneh Pirates begin my bomber training! I learned the tail gunner controls and even shot down some Air Krakens! It was scary, most dolls would have cracked. But they are great teachers!

2011-08-23T16:29:00.000-04:00

Meanwhile in Golgothica- Shana the Hellhound, Waitingfor Godenot, the Vampire Torturer, Gabriel The Succubus, Alayndra Kayleigh a warrior Vampress, and a humble clockwork bard. Alayndra saved me from a really bad situation, hugz

2011-08-10T11:10:00.001-04:00

Playing in the Safezone, surrounded by Evil, evil came to save me!

Alpine Executive Center Skiing on August 1_002Sometimes you just need to get away and go skiing!

2011-08-02T12:41:00.000-04:00

Bard's Tale 1- Medieval dangers, dark desires

2011-07-28T20:50:00.000-04:00

The Singing to praise the sun's return. Hades castle in background

Diary- I have found a new life for my musical instruments! What serves to pass my time, hone my concentration and please a few listeners on the streets of Caledon, seems to have magical effects when I travel thru the Time Portal! In the medieval village of Golgothica, I played to greet the dawn, and when I looked at my feet, tiny white flowers had sprung up from the ground! They seemed to enjoy the music so I played a short dance, and within minutes, some of the locals had gathered and begun swaying and dancing! Tonight at sunset I will play “The Fairy Round” and see what happens…

Diary- I played The Fairy Round and guess what???

My friend Faun, who is unfortunately a delicacy to Demons...

A skiddish young faun came from the nearby woods, and we conversed and danced by the maypole! I asked her her name, but she just said, “Faun.” Perhaps only humans, and their dolls, have specific names?

Kyadria and Infamous grab Faun after an hour long chase

Diary- as we parted ways, the faun entered those evil woods and was instantly set upon by demons! They chased her for an hour, I could hear the snap of branches as she squealed and splashed, eluding them and further fueling their burning hatred for all things beautiful and naturally exquisite! Oh how I hope she is alright! I shall endeavor into the woods tomorrow, just a ways, to see if she is alright.

OH NO, Diary!


Dazed sleepy expression as the magic takes effect

I picked carefully though the dark silent woods for an hour, finding no trace of my Friend of Nature, when a nasty trap sprung about me! I kicked and even chewed on the net, but to no avail.


Fear of beasts eating me subside as a shadow cuts me free...

The shadows around me seemed to coalesce into a form, vaguely human like. I cried for its help, and in seconds the shape had revealed itself to be a hideous, monstrous demon! The dark skin seethed and hissed in the air from its unnatural heat and I was aghast at the power that seemed to flow from the living nightmare. It sensed my fright, and with some spoken words in its evil tongue, and a wave of its massive hand, I felt my energy leave me, nearly asleep standing up!

Out of the frying pan,,,

Diary,

The deep bass in its voice shakes my belly and chest with its vibration, so powerful and evil is this creature. Its smell woke me fully, a noxious vapor that turned my stomach. I screamed when I noticed I was now in a large castle courtyard, and it knocked me to the ground easily by yanking on the thick chain that was now around my neck. The horrid thing laughed to see me on all fours at his feet, and it sounded like a strangled bull dying. I have to break free! I will write again when I have jumped over the wall or when it falls asleep.

I have a few minutes before my lessons resume. I did not feel the sharp tendril off the wing pierce me in the ear, there was no pain, so do not worry. I just want to stand here a while longer, as long as nothing horrible or frightening comes along. I can feel things inside, new things, and I am curious how long I have thought or felt these things. It is so odd, I am not sure how long I have been standing here, learning these new and scary, exciting things, but when I can I will be escaping, though I shall be running without my top- where that went I do not know.

Diary!

In the chamber of my Lord

Today my Lord and Master called me to him from my dark cold chamber. I could feel his mind thinking about me, and I quickly washed and combed my hair for him, of course. His room was dry and warm, comfortable sheets reminded me of a life long ago, when I had things like that, but I can barely recall those days now. How long has it been since I first met Ixnatus? I chuckle as I scamper into his room, eagerly leaning into the massive hands, to taste his tingling, magical saliva. How I am addicted to his sweaty fragrance and the wetness off his tongue! He needs me too; Ixnatus is so quick to occupy my mouth with his thick, slithery mouth muscle, and I wince in preparation- he loves to grab my buttcheeks roughly, long sharp fingernails poking tiny holes in the pattern of his hand. They don’t bleed much and he says its very sexy, like a tattoo or a brand, so that all will know that I am his. His! I swoon when I hear his deep bellowing voice say I am worthy of none other than the Master of the Dark Himself, and am scared that I might some day displease him- I have seen people displease him, and would never want that fate, let alone how it would break my heart to know I had made him sad. One day I shall escape when things are perfect, when everyone can be happy about it, even Ixnatus. Is it possible Diary, for someone as powerful and wonderful, to love a young doll like me?

A quiet moment together

Diary,

I am still shaking as I write this; not just from another afternoon of being in his presence, nor of yet another marathon of satiating his near-boundless lust, but of the quiet talk we had, wrapped in each other’s arms.

As he healed my ripped flesh and cracked pelvis he explained that he needed a covert spy deep within the humans, telling him everything going on without them knowing. Only this way, could he be sure to be aiding those truly needing it, and find those causing trouble without scaring the masses, he said. I was overwhelmed at Ixnatus’s love for us all, and told him so, crying and smiling.

My Lord said he trusted only one to this task, and I trembled as he took my head in his hands, and kissed me again. Instantly my body was on fire, tingling and wet and ready to pleasure him thru the setting of the sun, but he wanted only to rest with me. I kissed his thigh, resting my head on him while he used his sharp fingernail to draw magical sigils in my sin. They glowed for a while, burning with a white hot sting, and I meant to ask him what they were, but I found it pleased him to have me frozen. Then I decided to sleep.

Diary,

Exploring my home with the Great Lord Ixnatus

I saw a new area of my Lord and lover’s castle today, and after all these years! He showed me a gorgeous, petite room, just the right size, bare and dry, and He said when I have succeeded in my mission, I would have it all to myself! I cannot recall what it is like to have a room of my own but the mere thought of it made me weep for joy! I of course begged him to keep a copy of the key so he could come in at any time, and he laughed that cute laugh he gets sometimes. I could see in his eye he wanted me, and you know how that gets me instantly ready! I looked down reverently as I played with my nipples for him. He said he had something to tell me, so I wait for his word or need. I cannot believe I will live so near him, Diary! I hope I will always live here, a moment from his bed, and his service.

Diary,


Untold hours go by, mind and body filled and trained

Diary,

I am a little dopey as I write this, he had much to tell me, to teach me, and this time there was a little pain where his wing horn pierced my ear so deeply into my head. I am not sure how long I stood there, receiving his will, or what he may have erased, but everything is for his pleasure, and I trust my loving Lord of Shadows with my life. He hurried upstairs and I joined him, in audience with many demon-ilk.


Presented to the Great Hall of Demons

Diary,

I stood in a huge opulent room with rich tapestries and the smell of rich perfume and heady sex. All around, the major demons hissed and spoke of eating my eyes, but Master was there, and told them all I was the one he had prepared for the plan. I was unsure if this was true or not, but it kept my eyes in my head.

They were very scary Diary; and seemed intent on me leaving an appendage behind. Master chuckled. Ixnatus is so calm under the pressure of his peers! See why being near him makes me melt?

He wove his hand in front of me, like he sometimes does, and


Fright can do this to a young doll...

Diary,


Playing in the safe woods, was it a dream? (look closely)

I wrote down that recurring dream or nightmare I have, and it makes an amazing story! I will have to work on the chords for a song to it, though some parts may be a bit scary for a song. Just the mention of demons, their tortured beings, foul smell and evil intent can evoke those of us who revere good to wretching. But the story needs writing, and so I put it here for now. I seem to have been asleep for many days, this strange village is cursed! I must go , I have met an aristocrat named Lilith, with a thick accent, and will learn all about her land of Carpathia tonight at dinner!

Seiya Pearl, aka Lilith. Very good at Roleplay

TO BE CONTINUED....

Wendy The bard- The Time Transporter worked! Note the lute on the back. The village is pleasant, the people nice, but something evil lurks here in Golgothica...

2011-07-26T07:53:00.001-04:00

Playing my harp for money in Golgothica VillageNikita Nymphea was friendly, and psychotic! but seemed nice. The demon and vampire castles are visible in the distance

2011-07-20T02:10:00.001-04:00

Probably the best RPing emotes and stories I have seen in Second Life, though dangerous and occasionally brutal

A Air Kraken attacked the Iron Cloud, and the special gift being auctioned for the Relay For Life! I tried luring it away with my balloon, it destroyed it. It attacked BotenClu, but left when I got the gun off an RCAF airship

2011-07-14T08:12:00.001-04:00

Protecting Pirates? Sure, he was protecting the RFL donations!

Adventures of a Hypnotic Clockwork Doll

Caledon Stormhold at Dawn:Miss Solace and Darlingmonster in DME's new flying wings, a responsive insectlike craft, pilots slung under. Me in the Nightingale for medical safety during test flights!

Star Wars Yavin Update: A young Twilek, with budding Force potential, I managed to escape the pirates who shanghaied 2 years ago. Jedi Zen, right, is helping me, Renn left, I'm not sure. It has been rough, but how do I get past the council of Hutts, to steal back my personal effects?

Dolls dreaming of dreaming

Chicago 1920s, Crooners Guys and Dolls

Wellsian Volcano! RCAF mobilizes for Caledon

Hypnosis- New Item Release! and negative press

Zenmondo takes me dancing! Sure, he still had his light sabre under his coat, but he says there are bad people out there, so I guess it is good he is prepared! He does clean up nicely, don't you think? His swing dancing is practiced!

Yavin Star Wars- Jedi Master Ceremony; Iria on stage during the Grand Master Ceremony. A certain Twi'lek, brand new player in the RP sim, watches on... (me!)

New Years 2011-2012- Rescued from a New Years alone by a Slave Lord, Sokrates, a dark man with a heart of gold- am I to be his next slave? If he used force I could run, but if he asked me, would I say no? He can be truly scary, but his kisses stop my cogs...

New Years 2011-2012:: Alone in the shoppe, no dance, no kiss on New Years? My Prince that saved me tonight is a dark lord from the past, Sokrates

The Yuna outfit for RPing in Yavin; my first Star Wars Roleplay!

Christmas "Shopping" at Frank's Elite!

RLV's Sinister Sad Side Effects

MC Collage video unlocked by a mad scientist doll

Enticing mind control collage

A Movie Doll is Born! For First Responder Training

The First Three Beliefs of a Doll

Hypnotic Shoppe and Stellar Drift Halloween Dance 2011- High 3 contests are just more fair I think.

Hypnotic Shoppe Story- After The Hypnoshow

The New Beach house! Executer Magic and Josie have outdone themselves! Peaceful, with room to swim and tan!

Jealous, Barbie? My New Beach Hut and Swimsuit

Island disaster! The earthquake and tsunami, and a new Sim owner, caused destruction to my beach house! The New Sim owners are helping relocate me. I wonder if Barbie ever had this problem with her beach house . . .

The Insidious Kitty Drone curse!

Princesses; A lovely lonely

Outpost 13- a deserted dance club in space?It used to be packed 24/7, i hope its just on a temporary holiday! I dressed up too, in India Agah2 outfit and A&A Bonny5 hair, and Bax boots, of course!

Qetesh: Touched by a phantom in the maze, I twist and harden, becoming a brazier holder on a stone pillar

The Shoppe, new sim lighting: The new Cape Wrath Lighting makes even the middle of the day seem dark and foggy, with stark shadows on faces. Even in buildings, very bad for product displays. Might be good for Halloween though...

The Equalmedia artfair for 911- janora lenroy, hope mcalpine and charlie navarathnatalk about this 5th annual Remembrance Fair, with live bands, and artwork about healing, etc. I was asked to display my art!

Talena "Patience" Gets a new photo machine!

Dark Eden- Warhammer 40,000 RP Sim:Eldar Wendy, the space elven "Joy Girl" Techno-mage. Friend WishesandDreams is in red, on left

KoS Kingdom Of Sands- Accepted by The Sultana into the Royal Harem! Announcing; The new Court Musician and Harem trainee! My cogs are awhirl! What wonders await me?

KoS Kingdom Of SandsPrincess Page and the head of the Harem, Liang Scorpio (Shui in Golgothica) interview a humble village girl for training in the Sultan's Harem

Caledon - Royal Caledon Air Force and The Bunneh Pirates begin my bomber training! I learned the tail gunner controls and even shot down some Air Krakens! It was scary, most dolls would have cracked. But they are great teachers!

Meanwhile in Golgothica- Shana the Hellhound, Waitingfor Godenot, the Vampire Torturer, Gabriel The Succubus, Alayndra Kayleigh a warrior Vampress, and a humble clockwork bard. Alayndra saved me from a really bad situation, *hugz*

Alpine Executive Center Skiing on August 1_002Sometimes you just need to get away and go skiing!

Bard's Tale 1- Medieval dangers, dark desires

Wendy The bard- The Time Transporter worked! Note the lute on the back. The village is pleasant, the people nice, but something evil lurks here in Golgothica...

Playing my harp for money in Golgothica VillageNikita Nymphea was friendly, and psychotic! but seemed nice. The demon and vampire castles are visible in the distance

A Air Kraken attacked the Iron Cloud, and the special gift being auctioned for the Relay For Life! I tried luring it away with my balloon, it destroyed it. It attacked BotenClu, but left when I got the gun off an RCAF airship

Meanwhile in Golgothica- Shana the Hellhound, Waitingfor Godenot, the Vampire Torturer, Gabriel The Succubus, Alayndra Kayleigh a warrior Vampress, and a humble clockwork bard. Alayndra saved me from a really bad situation, hugz