First Life and Cyberspace Withdrawals

First Life & Cyberspace Withdrawals

First, to all followers of this blog, postings will eventually be more frequent. The reason for the lag is both health issues and input from local sources.

With that said I spoke to Bear and Star who are doing fine. …Oh, that’s right I didn’t tell you that Star and Bear have been as usual since early June. Everything is fine, lovey dovey and wonderful. In the world of fiction sometimes a good thing happens. It’s the world of non-fiction that gets a little weird.

Talking about weird worlds the Second Life saga with Star took a nice turn until a few days ago. First lets flashback to early June.

Things went something like this…. “So Terry and you are finished, you realize you didn’t think with your head and you admit I was right about some things?” Yeah Star said as she sat on the porch drinking some Vodka that Bear poured for her. “OK Star, however you want things to be that’s how it will be. First we need to work things out and put stuff in the past, alright? “

Star was feeling real good, she said “OK, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” “Wonderful” said Bear. Star had two more Vodkas ala Bear. The ‘no pain’ feeling gave way to waves of euphoria as she eased into a semi-surrealistic Alice in Wonderland mindset. She went inside wobbling slightly and sat down on the couch listening to music, she noticed the eye hooks in the ceiling beams and thought nothing of them…a Bear project in the works.

Star faded out nicely, gentle beads of sweat on her forehead, wearing a T-shirt and grey shorts. She lost weight, looked great but was apprehensive, she was concerned that Bear would be hard and uncompromising. All Bear wanted to do was ‘work things out’ and ‘get a common understanding.’ Star blacked out totally oblivious to everything as her music played in the background. Bear was in the shed, working with power tools, leather, nylon and duct tape.

The air conditioner and the whooshing sound of box fans filled the room as Star’s music played. It was Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’ on the boom box as she woke from her light headed grogginess. The room came into focus when she realized she was on her knees with her arms up in the air.

She shook her head again and realized her feet were bound at the ankles. The bindings were socks, tied together and knotted like a handcuff link with duct tape secured with nylon rope to a pulley attached to one of the eye hooks in the ceiling beam.

She tried to yell but their was a piece of duct tape over her mouth. She wriggled and squirmed but to no avail, then Bear walked in the room with her laptop. Bear set up the laptop on the desk not far from her and sat down in the chair. He took a sling shot out with a marble and practiced aiming at the laptop screen. Star’s eyes lit up in sheer terror. “I want to blame everything on the computer and this Second Life bullshit” said Bear.

Bear took out his pearl gravity knife and set it on the desk while he got comfortable in the high back office chair next to the desk with the laptop on it. Star’s music was playing loud enough in the background to keep his conversation audible to Star, but inaudible to anyone who might walk up on the porch. The windows were shut, the blinds were down.

Jimi Hendrix was playing in the background, ‘Hey Joe’ was blaring as Bear started his conversation with Star who was still in a ‘haze’ but understood her position. She was scared for her computer. “I want to wreck this thing but it will only cause more problems, so I have a simple proposition for you and it goes like this…I don’t care how you choose to live just don’t drag dirt or bullshit in our house, yeah, our house.”

Bear leaned in and continued, Star was trying to talk through the duck tape but it only sounded like moaning. “I put that tape their so you wouldn’t interrupt me, so listen. I want us to have a life together but if you don’t, let me know now so I don’t go through any more shit like this again. Now we will work out any arrangement you want for the long term and I will help you get back on your feet (pardon the pun).”

Bear sat back in the chair, Star with her arms suspended and bound was perfectly quiet and totally still, eyes locked on Bear as he continued. “For the short term, I need to get this anger out, I need to let my frustration out on something, so you decide…I take my madness out on your laptop on which I will use both this sling shot and my hammer or…I take it out on you, your ass…make a decision.”

Bear then looked at Star as he pointed the slingshot with marble in hand at the laptop, Star shook her head side to side meaning “NO”. “Then you agree I take this aggravation out on you?” Star slightly trembled nodding her head “YES”. Bear said, “I’m taking the duct tape off your mouth, talk to me like a person, I want to hear you say it.” Bear gently took the tape off and wiped around her mouth with a moist washcloth.

“Star stared into Bear’s eyes and saw empty space. “Look, my shoulders hurt from hanging like this, please…” Bear gave the rope some slack and said “Well what’s it gonna be?” Star looked in his empty eyes and said “yes…do what you want with me, I won’t fight or resist if you do what you promised, work out living conditions however I want from here on out and no problems or restrictions with my laptop or network access.”

Bear said, “I didn’t promise that, but I will, I promise…you have my word and I never broke that to you.” Star again said “yes” her face faded. Bear got a bucket and let out the socks he had tied around her ankles, a little over two feet of slack, walked behind her with the knife and cut her shorts at the crotch like a c-section then he cut the back of the shorts at the waist and ripped them off of Star so she could relieve herself in the bucket.

Bear then methodically prepped (cleaning her back end and oiling Star’s legs) her as he again had her suspended by her hands to the ceiling hook. He faced her and said “You need to know how I felt, I can’t do that with words.” Bear gave Star a few sips of his special Vodka then ripped Star’s T-shirt revealing her supple and bountiful breast. “I won’t resist, do whatever…” said Star in tense apprehension of what was to come.

Bear put a carpenters leather work-belt around Stars waist modified with holders and rings and ran nylon rope through the other two hooks in the ceiling beam. Bear took most of the tension off her arms and raised Stars waist up to his own waist as she was now suspended nearly naked save her ripped T-Shirt. Bear disappeared for a few minuets as Star felt no pain from the bindings and was in a warm euphoric rush.

Bear reappeared in a hooded black robe with a small box with Star’s ‘toys’ in them. Bear examined each of them and found a very small vibrator that had several settings. He took the vibrator and other ‘objects’ and walked to the back of Star, his crotch to her ass, as her music was still playing, the song on the box was ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ by Dillon. Bear then applied Star’s vibrator to the right place, she wriggled and moaned.

Bear then put on rubber surgical gloves and broke out a tube of astroglide. Bear then went back to the vibrator and applied it in such a way the exquisite pleasure that Star experienced soon became a crescendo of sense maddening ecstasy that brought shortness of breath, burning lungs and light spasms in her abdomen muscles and butt cheeks. The spanking of her thighs along with other toys caused multiple squirting orgasms.

Bear continued with his exquisite torture for about an hour and a half that day. Bear imparted his feeling to Star about their life’s episodes with absolute clarity. Second Life pretends to be that real. First life, where Bear has his domain makes no pretence at all, reality can be its own fantasy when done right. After that, all was wonderful with Bear and Star. I heard from them a few days ago.

Star was in a panic and loosing her mind. “RJ we lost our phone and internet connection and wondered if there was another way to connect.” I let Star know there was nothing I could do except inform her that some McDonald’s and most Starbucks have free wireless internet access. This did not help her, she put Bear on the phone. “RJ, how you doing?” “Fine Bear, what’s going on?” “This whole side of the mountain has no phone or internet RJ.”

Bear started to laugh, “Star is loosing her mind, she was in the middle of bartending in her virtual world when she lost her connection with a patron…at least that’s what she said.” “You need to take her mind off of that with something you both can do in the real world Bear.” “Hey you might have something there RJ, let me talk to her and see if we can’t arrange something. I’ll call you back in a few minutes RJ.”

That was a few days ago, I wonder what the deal was? Still waiting for the call.