the concubine, part 1

disclaimer: this is a completely made up story. it is entirely fictional. any similarities to actual events is just artistic licensing. i swear to god i typed this entry for shits and giggles.
 and then i post the truth! lmao no i'm kidding it's made up
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once upon a time, there was a tall, pale, willowy amazonian-heightened woman with hair as black as night, and amethyst eyes that sparkled like the moon. she was always laughing at everything, finding the world to be as amusing as the best comedians that came and went with the wind. many found her gaiety to be infectious, and she made several friends through her brutal honesty and strangely well-timed commentary. she left those in her wake amongst her travels with their lives forever changed, her remarkable insight and brilliant humor her legacy.

one day she came to an enormous place. a kingdom, was her best guess. a huge, vast area that she quickly found herself lost in as she crossed the borders and entered a forest. roaming for what felt like days, but was probably only hours, the woman wondered if she would ever find the way out and back towards something like civilization. that is, until she was captured. she had just crossed a stream, getting her skirts soaked when a burlap sack suddenly appeared around her head and she felt herself get yanked backwards and off her feet. crying out in surprise, a sharp rap to her head knocked her out cold before she could begin to question what was going on.

the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back on something soft. the sack had been removed from her head, but the candlelight was still searingly bright as she blinked several times to bring her blurry world into focus. she went to sit up, but a hand gently pushed her back down. realizing the room was spinning, she was grateful that whoever her guardian was had bade her to lay still before she made a mess on the floor.

a wet cloth was dabbed on her forehead, and the warmth from a nearby fire had her drifting off to sleep. when a door opened and closed, one of her pointed ears twitched, and she frowned a little before relaxing back into her semi-aware state of consciousness. after a time she became aware of voices, and though she didn't hear the entire conversation, what she did hear made her both apprehensive and curious.

".....is she an elf?"
"yes."
"good. begin.......itual.......her ready."
"yes sir."

with that she heard the door open and close again, and though she was currently weakened, she knew she could defend herself if need be. tensing as hands touched her body, she realized she was not being attacked and laid still, wondering what was happening. minutes ticked by before she realized a cloth was being tied around her eyes in a blindfold, and her neck was lifted gently as a knot was secured behind her head. it was about the same time she felt metal against her skin, and she jumped. hands came down from everywhere it seemed like, holding her in place lightly as the metal ascended. belatedly she realized it was some form of shears, then she jumped again.

the hands held her struggling body still while the metal crept closer and closer to her throat, and her trembling was pronounced as the last snip sounded and she felt cool air wash over her. her arms were lifted and she felt fabric sliding down them, and as she was rolled onto her belly, held by several pairs of arms, it occurred to her that her clothes had just been cut from her body, and she was now naked. she thrashed and bucked like a wild animal, but the arms just kept her from falling while also pinning her in place.

her panicked mind then noticed that she was being lifted from whatever she'd been laying on, and she expected to be made to walk. four seconds later she realized she was actually being carried, and though she was now blind, she felt the differences in heat as she was taken to another room. her nose picked up the smells of steam, oils, and soaps, and her ears picked up the sounds of splashing. ah, i'm in the bath, she thought to herself as she was lowered into the water.

splashes sounded from a few different directions, disorienting her. her body was pliant as she was maneuvered around, then she felt herself being pushed down until she went underwater. immediately brought back up, she spluttered and gasped while sponges and cloths began rubbing vigorously over every inch of her skin. she then felt streams of water poured over her, then she felt the knot being loosened behind her head.

just as the cloth fell free from her face, something suddenly struck her and she cried out in shock. blinking furiously, her world became incredibly blurry, like she was lost in a fog in a dream with nothing in focus. a cloth washed her face then, and she sneezed as the herbs in the soaps tickled her nose. unbeknownst to her, a potion had been dashed in her face to keep her blind, and her pupils were completely dilated. from there she felt herself being tilted backwards, and she obeyed, helpless.

her scalp tingled as she felt water being run over her head, and she closed her eyes as she felt something cold drop onto her skull, then hands begin massaging it through the strands. it felt strangely good being bathed like this, and she began to relax. the different scents assailed her nostrils, but overall it was very pleasant so she didn't really mind. forced bathing aside, this was pretty neat.

after a time she was pulled from the tub, and fluffy towels attacked her sopping skin as the unknown people rubbed her dry. she was pulled off balance a few times, but the hands kept her upright while a towel was plopped onto her head and then shaken to dry her hair a bit. when it was removed, she blinked owlishly. looking around was pointless, she couldn't discern anything beyond various colors that hinted at shapes.

she slowly moved her head in confusion, and she felt herself being lifted again. this time she surrendered to the body holding her, and she heard a soft sigh of relief. she decided to close her eyes while being transported to a third room, and she felt herself being laid down on a flat surface. opening her eyes, she vaguely noticed she was staring at what was probably a ceiling, and her attention drifted while a flurry of activity surrounded her.

when a hot paste was applied to her underarms she jumped, then after a few moments they were removed, and she felt air collide with hairless skin. frowning, she didn't understand until she felt it applied below her bellybutton. she nearly bucked herself off of the table, but arms caught her and moved her back, holding her down again as the paste was quickly removed. over and over it was poured on and peeled off, and she felt her legs lifted and spread apart while it continued. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she was not violated.

as the person moved away, the slight breeze from their movements brushed her nether region, and she felt her cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. instead of feeling hair, she felt the breeze lick across bare skin as quickly as a lover having a taste would. she was lifted again, and her cheeks remained pink as she was moved for a fourth time, this time plopped onto some sort of cushion like a child in timeout. just as she was about to move, she felt a comb spear into her midnight locks, and she held still.

the brushing was slow, methodical, and almost without pain as each and every tangle was swept out of her scalp. waiting patiently, she felt the comb tug here and there when it encountered a difficult spot. after a long while, her hair was finally finished and hung straight down her back, ending just above her buttocks if she was on her feet. with that she was tugged up again, but merely to a standing position. she felt something sliding up her legs, and she tensed. something was being pulled into place on her body, and she felt something click on the back her neck and rest there.

a belt was connected around her hips, and she felt soft fabric swishing about her ankles. raising her arms obediently as she felt sleeves being tugged on, she wondered what was happening now. picked up for the final time, she was carried down so many hallways that even if she wasn't blind she would have been so confused it wouldn't have mattered. lefts, rights, once maybe a u-turn, she had no idea where she was being taken. it wasn't until she was placed on her feet again, that she realized they had reached their destination. a quick splash onto her face startled her, but a soft cloth was briskly wiped over her face, causing a slight burning sensation and her to squeeze her eyes closed and wait out the pain.

a very muffled voice sounding far off spoke, and she felt herself being led forwards. a great groan assaulted her eardrums as what sounded like a very heavy door opened in front of her, and the hands holding her own led her forwards. her heart hammered like hummingbird's wings in her chest, and she came to a stop. whoever had been guiding her let go, and she felt them move away. a strange sound appeared, like something striking a stone floor. she heard several doors close at once, and she waited, afraid. rustling fabric was the next thing she heard, followed by a voice.

"open your eyes."

she did as she was told, and her vision swam for a few seconds. blinking to clear her sight, what she beheld surprised her. above her a small ways on a dais was what looked like a throne, and on that throne was a man. a man who regarded her with an expression she couldn't read, and fear struck her heart. what was going to happen now? was she going to survive the night? she felt the fabric of her garb shift as she drew a shaky breath, and she had no idea what to do other than see how this person was going to react.

coyote and the king

so i have a friend that i've written about here in reference to eelry. i know him as king parzival, ruler of elmandria and later eelry. we had a few fun times roleplaying together in the kingdom, usually involving me sassing him and nearly dying for the trouble, lol. one of my greatest talents seems to be me getting myself into hot water, and fortunately most of the people in eelry found my antics to be hilarious and very lively. like going to an event where the king and queen hosted in a place known as the hot springs, and invited the kingdom's subjects to come hang out, and i decided to splash them. thankfully it was sacred ground so i wasn't murdered on the spot!

anyways so on valentine's day parzi hit me up in an im, and since my computer keeps logs of every imed conversation, when he mentioned it had been a while i noted that the last time we had spoken was some small talk in november. so we were chatting about nothing in particular at first, i was spinning tunes for my valentine's event and playing nonstop love songs. it turned out we have a lot in common in several areas, and we are also game to exploring things with each other.

over the next few days, every time one of us logs on, we're iming the other. i snapped this photo on the 16th, and we ended up talking for so long it was about five am the next day when i logged off, spending a couple hours just floating on air while i roamed around sl.

i manipulated the regional light settings so that there was this nice rosy glow bathing us while we cuddled on his couch, and i think it's fitting because that's how we felt while we talked, flirted, and teased each other. he's also a very intelligent man, and quite an excellent roleplayer. if i remember right the only time we had had a one-on-one rp in eelry was when he questioned me about breaking some things in the castle and a suspect in the queen's disappearance, and somewhat tortured me. we fell naturally into our posts with each other while lounging, and it left me with wanting more. so much more.

this photo i took last night, when i suggested we go sit in the hot tub at his house. after five hours of posting back and forth, something has become apparent: he has staked his claim on the druid's body, and his loyal subject is enjoying his presence. we're both seeing where this takes us, nothing is planned. we are falling down the rabbit hole, and enjoying the ride.

bound box goodies

so this will be my first, and probably my only post about the second life bound box because i can't be fucked to keep up with this kinda thing. anyways, on to the stuff!

this is the first item, an outfit from axix. not the shoes though, that's the essenz heels from october's bound box. it comprises of an underbust corset and ...nipple.. tag.. thingies. idk what they are. honestly i'd give it about a 7/10 for looks, and 4/10 for personal preferences because the tag things float in front of my boobs, and i can't adjust that in the slightest. so they're shitty pasties, if they're pasties. meh. moving on.

up next, wicca's wardrobe outfit. it comes with the cuffs, which i thought was cool. a nice color hud for optimal customization in colors, so i went with red for the time being. looks like squeaky latex, not 100% my thing but still pretty neat. 8/10 looks, 6/10 preferences. a nice piece overall.

analog dog released this flexi hair. 100% customizable, which is nice, but i am kinda over flexi anything. i know io loved this one because she likes hair that flows, but for me it was kinda ehh. 6/10 looks 4/10 personal preferences. this one will just sit in my inventory and forgotten about until i need hair props that go through my boobs. lol

this is a latex outfit from lana, a designer i'm not familiar with. it actually came with a hood and hair, but i hated it so much i took it off immediately after putting it on. also customizable on color. i can use this for latex parties in the future. 7/10 looks, 7/10 preferences, -5/10 hood.

narcisse released this harness, which has a color hud. i didn't get a shot of the big ring in the back, but it's nice and simple. 9/10 looks, 8/10 preferences. this is something i can definitely play with and get into shenanigans. i also enjoy the simplicity of the overall design, something that looked good and didn't get all crazy on me.

spellbound did this hair, it's mesh and stays in place. colors up the wazoo! yay! not really a style i dig but i suppose i might wear it on occasion. 7/10 looks 5/10 preferences. nice and peppy.

essenz called these heels casablanca, which tickled me pink. i absolutely love these! 10/10 looks, 10/10 preferences. i will find lots of outfits to wear with these heels. definitely a win from essenz, and they rarely let me down. and the only let downs are pointed toe heels, it's just not my thing at all and not something i prefer in the slightest. round toe for life, yo!

moda did these ballet heels. definitely kinky! they came with a color hud but i don't remember what all it did. i think it was everything? i pretty much have no reason to ever wear these, but they look nice. 8/10 looks, 4/10 preferences.

una did this dress in two versions, opaque and transparent.

the sheer one i can do only do stripe options. 4/10 looks, 1/10 preferences. i look like a slutty bee. the opaque one on the other hand, 9/10 looks 9/10 preferences. i like that i can make it all one solid color and it looks pretty nice. so half of a win, i guess lol

valentina e did this trench coat (latex trench coat?) in a variety of colors, but i chose black. i keep thinking i'm either gonna flash someone at any second, or just whip out my titties and let some hooded gimp start sucking just naughty things out of a porno. 7/10 looks, 6/10 preferences and 8/10 on the giggle scale for imagining what i could do with a coat that doesn't actually open lmao

and last but not least, violetility did this chaise lounge. it's pretty nice looking, good menus from PG to X rated. had fun clicking through them, and no silly poseballs. 10/10 looks, 9/10 preferences as i wish there was more hahahaha


so that was bound box, and i'm gonna keep getting it i think. it's gonna be quarterly now, so the next one will be in may i believe.

it's not about the linden

linden, virtual money on second life. it's what makes the pixel world go 'round. people with successful businesses transfer those virtual dollars into real ones, and many make an actual living on second life by selling pretty "imaginary" things to us, our avatars. dresses, coats, shoes, accessories. bodies, heads, limbs, decorations, props, horror movie items, sexual items. if you can think of it, it's very likely on the market place. just pay the posted price, your lindens go into their coffers, and the item is yours. i very happily spend money buying pretty things to wear, or upgrade my appearance with.

trying to do the math at this point is impossible, but in my nearly third year on second life, it's safe to say i've spent probably around 20k on things. the biggest spender on second life that i've seen are these things called gachas. a gacha is a machine that's basically your average slot machine that can be found in a real life casino. you pay 50-75L, you get a prize. play multiple times to try and win one of the rare prizes, or even acquire an entire outfit.

i think they're addicting, because you get hooked on the high of "yes! i won!" and next thing you know, you have zero lindens because you spent it all on one machine, or more, winning and winning. i've personally sunk over a grand into one gacha, trying to get all sixteen color variants of one dress.

i digress, as this is not what this entry is about.

my current profession on second life is as a DJ. i got into the gig as i wanted to share music with people, and i told myself it wasn't about the money. after nearly two years of doing this, i still hold that conviction: it's not about the money. i've played small gigs with twenty people (a big gig for me), and i've played empty sims. i've made no money at all, and i've made 3,000L. to date, the most i ever made during a shift was 3,750L and i'm still gobsmacked over it. but i remember the ones where it was just me and the radio, streaming to nobody for two hours while i danced, hopeful someone would join me. because it still happens.

my real life partner noticed my dismay, and he started logging in to second life on his phone, dancing with me so i wouldn't be by myself. i still made no money, but i am comforted with the fact that he cares so much he stays, even though in real life i'm on my couch, and he's next to me in his chair.

the second club i ever worked at, is one i still do, every saturday. that's been my spot since the day i was hired, though when io had wednesdays i would sometimes fill in for her. initially the club, old guard, had a policy in place that every DJ had a weekly salary of 500L, which is basically $500. so imagine working in a club where your base pay is $500, plus whatever tips you made on top of that.

it was pretty sweet working there, because even if i got no tips, i still walked away with a nice check. that all stopped when one of the owners, niteshiver, up and vanished one day and cooper had to stop our salaries in order to pay the land tier rent to ensure we still had a place to work in. we were told it would be temporary, but if we wanted to go on hiatus until nite came back, there would be no hard feelings from management. io was the only one who opted for one, the rest of us all independently decided to take the pay hit and keep spinning. after a week she changed her mind, and resumed her job.

six months later niteshiver came back to the old guard, but our salaries haven't made a comeback. i actually asked my boss bryan if we were going to get them again, and he mentioned it was highly possible nite wasn't paying the lindens he owes to cooper for land tier up to this day, so we are now permanently living off of tips. all of us have DJ jobs elsewhere, so i know none of us are suffering. well, apparently two people were. two people who decided 100-200 in tips wasn't enough anymore because at other clubs they're making 2-3k per shift a week.

so they decided to drop an ultimatum on bryan's head, saying because they're not getting the money they're owed in back pay, they're going on hiatus but will still show up for their gig for the whip radio. bryan doesn't like being blindsided, and he definitely doesn't like being kept out of the loop on decisions that affect him. since bryan is the DJ wrangler for both the old guard and cfnm mansion, this means he's used to shuffling us around, confirming work dates and having backups as necessary.

the sudden "we basically quit until you pay us with linden you don't have" message ended up getting a curt, yet polite professional message explaining that their missive was unprofessional and rude, since this was done at the last minute and bryan now had to scramble to cover two different shifts. he also said "your services are no longer required" and both of these people took that to mean they have been fired from the old guard. this is a view that has not been corrected, as it was a "if you think you're fired, then you are" business move. pretty common in the workplace.

now, there are two empty shifts at the old guard, and the friday one people just listen to the radio as i am unable to fill in. the saturday shift has been trimmed back to just me, like when i started there. this means i can go over again if i want to, and nobody will think twice about it. i won't get cut off, i won't have to trim my songs to ensure i end on time.

now though, i will often get imed with "you should play at <club> instead, you make so much more money there" and i usually don't respond. when those two were quitting, they asked me if i wanted to join them and i said no. i like my job at the old guard, even though i don't make very much. yeah, they make thousands of dollars at other places now to allegedly pay for bills. that's cool, more power to them. but i am very standoffish at being poached, and i'm loyal to the places i work for. attempting to seduce me away with the promises of fat checks doesn't impress me in the slightest, and i am 100% willing to turn down well-paying gigs because of it.

i'm not loyal to cooper. i'm loyal to my boss, and my friend, bryan. as long as bryan is there every week at the old guard, so will i be. i will do the fun themes and share the tunes. i will pocket my apparently meager paycheck and go home happy. i don't worry about lindens because it's not why i took the job. i still get 300L a week just for being a premium member, and i'm okay with this.

i volunteer with a professional radio to play charity concerts, and i don't make a dime. it makes me happy to play and see how people dance to us, if i had been offered money i would have been offended. yes, my time is worth money. but i don't base my professional existence off it. can i get a job anytime i want, anywhere i want? hell yes! but with college taking up most of my time, i haven't bothered because that would just add on to the stress i already have.

in fact because i purposefully cut my schedule down to the bare minimum, i was able to work with my beautiful, wonderful sister tanarra in creating a dance party once a month for divine sadism. they say i shine there, and our creator, rosa, says i do something magical because until i came along, she hated dances and wanted nothing to do with them. i am also their accidental poster child, since every poster prominently features my face and name on them. i am fiercely proud of the fact that my suggestion has become a successful idea, and people are being encouraged to attend my shows there.

have i thought about quitting the old guard and going elsewhere? yeah, i have. a lot, with serious consideration. but once i found out cooper hates my presence and is looking for an excuse to fire me (he can't because the two times i fucked up i wasn't on shift, so it was personal rather than professional), my petty mission in life is to be there, smiling at him while he cries salty tears. and until/unless bryan leaves, i'm sticking around to be a pain in the ass and a thorn in the side.

the turning

disclaimer: this story is from at least two years ago, when i became a lycan in the bloodlines system

"lay down, coyote."

the words were spoken softly, with love. she lay down willingly on the soft bed that was sitting in the room, more of a day bed for cuddling in than anything else. she was wearing a simple toga-like shift on her body, long black hair spilling across the pillows. her blue-violet eyes were large and trusting as she looked up at iolanthe and ezee, and they smiled back at her. "are you sure you want this?" iolanthe asked quietly, and coyote nodded. as she narrowed her eyes, coyote gulped in response and then said out loud, "i consent." they both nodded down to their wildling then, and ezee moved to the other side of the bed. "this will hurt ye, lass. but i promise the pain will pass sooner than later," he murmured, stroking a few errant strands off coyote's forehead.

she smiled at him, and took a slow, deep breath. out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the spike glinting in the moonlight coming through the windows behind the pillows. turning her head towards it, she barely had time to register its length before it was plunged into her body. the pain was immediate, and she cried out. clamping her eyes shut, she felt arms restraining her as she arched upward then sagged into the sheets. whimpers fell from her lips as she felt the metal being removed, wincing as the metal scraped her ribs before disappearing. her life's blood began to flow out of the wound, and through the haze of agony she felt a pair of lips press against her skin and begin to drink. a soft moan of pain sighed from her, and a hand caressed her cheek comfortingly. coyote could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and slowly she heard the pulse start to fade. in an attempt to open her eyes, the room spun crazily then faded to black as she gasped for one last breath.

"....ote..."
"...yote.."
"..coyote.."
"wake up.."

slowly, she opened her eyes. barely hearing the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, she blearily looked over at iolanthe. it took several moments for her to notice that a large paw with huge claws was there instead of the fae woman's normal hands, and coyote made a small sound of curiosity. as if waiting for that moment, the paw then reached out over her belly, and it was gently drawn across; breaking the skin and causing red welts to appear. in comparison to the spike the pain was nothing, and she almost didn't notice it. coyote sucked in a quick breath, finding it hard to concentrate on anything. as the paw lifted away, coyote felt a slight breeze brush against the wounds and she shivered a little against the suddenly icy sheets. she didn't understand why everything was so cold, but that was forgotten as her heart abruptly stopped.

it then pumped once, hard. her eyes widened, and she made a strangled sound in her throat. four sets of hands descended on her as her body began to shake and writhe violently, her heart suddenly beating much faster and stronger now. coyote couldn't help keening with the pain of her muscles rippling and changing, fur sprouting into being then fading away all over her body. her ears lengthened into points, and she felt her canines lengthen into fangs, then retreat back into her gums. she croaked in fear as her face snapped and broke forward into a muzzle, then painfully retracted back into her normal features. her eyes shimmered gold, bright with the light of the moon as it settled within her into a luminous glow. after a few blinks the gold shifted back to her normal irises of blue mixed with violet.

a few shaky testing breaths, and coyote found herself feeling normal again. well, as normal as one felt with a super moon in the sky, all but obliterating the stars. as she sat up, her eyes sparkled with mischief and she let out a howl. her song was musical as she greeted the moon with her new pipes, and she sang of her love for the people who had helped turn her. as the howl fell away she looked to the vampire and the faerie who were watching her with mirrored expressions on their faces. she smiled at them, a new-found radiance in her face. "thank you," she said simply, then exploded into the light of the moon and trotted out the doors in her furry form. the moon sparkled off of her tawny fur, hinting at the new changes within her as she set out to find what was new in this world.