My first beating

I received my first beating today. The master slaver caught me sneaking back into the kennel after playing on other parts of SL. The issues was not that I was running around SL doing other stuff. The issue was the sneaking.

Yes, the slaves in SL Gor land sleep and live in kennels. We are beasts after all.

It is difficult to explain the emotions that roll over you when your avatar recieves its first beating. This pixelated creation becames such an extention of your coporal form you fear for her continued safety. You and the others in the scene with you emote, or type the action. While there is some animations to be had; the bondage cross my avatar was chained to, the faces she made in that position, and the flick of the master's whip, you must take an active part.  You choose to be here in this position, having this action be carried out on you, and you don't leave when it gets rough. The emoting is the key. When the RP (Role-playing) excels you develop tunnel vision. You become your character. Every response is a visceral one.

I ran into the kennel and up the stairs not noticing the Master and his first girl seated at the low table. I realized my mistake instantly and ran back down the stairs to greet them. But it was too late. The Master was displeased. I assumed the Tower position by his boot and greeting them with the expected "Tal, Master." He rose to his feet and towered over me, stroking the end of his whip. "Where have you been, beast?" He asked. "I was looking around the town, Master." my answer was quick, a lie really but this is a virtual world and absolute truth is not expected or given. "What did you do wrong?" his hand stroking down my hair. "I disobeyed the Master's rules" From there I was taken back upstairs and stripped. Chained to a wooden pole and beating until I repeated what he wanted to hear "I was a slave and a slave is property. I have two rules I must follow be at master's boot awaiting orders or be carrying them out"

There was much more to this RP which went on for roughly two hours. I was first beaten in the city street in front of the healer, his free companion, and her father. Only when I cried out did the master drag me back to the kennel to finish the job.

Before the beating I found myself, my human self, begin to shake as if the pixeled whip would actually hurt my flesh. There were tears in my eyes when I begged my master not to hurt me. I vocalized this wish into the night air of my den. At that moment, my avatar and I merged into one creation. Looking back on it now I am still amazed that something created out of computer programmed lines of script and typing from three people could have turned me into this mess. I was truly a kajira about to be punished.

For that small scrap of time...I was a slave.