Wednesday, 18 January 2012

30; MY DEAR TEACHER by Prinven Biix

Hello you all readers of this wonderful Navaaria´s blog.   I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Well, my name is Prinven Biix and I live together with Navaaria on same land on Second Life. We both make part of a very nice group of girls under the command of Mistress Shalamaya, the best one on whole SL in my modest opinion.

So some time ago I asked and Navaaria agreed to be my teacher regarding all the bondage devices on SL, mainly on how to choose, install, prepare and navigate on the several different menus for RLV, which is a quite complicated matter if you want to go deeper than the basics that SL can offer. She´s an expert on it !

As I am 2nd Girl for Mistress Shala, despite we both are sisters on slavery to Mistress, sometimes Navaaria is under my command when requested by our Mistress. The situation changes completely when we go to our classroom, where I´m a mere apprentice under full control of my teacher. Nice switching ….

As my teacher she asked me to write this small article relating briefly some discussions we had on last class. It all started when our Mistress commanded us to collect a lot of books in a SL Library for her own library. A very boring task, to say the truth. I was doing it standing behind Navaaria, who was knelt in front of me wearing a beautiful and sexy latex outfit. I finished it earlier than her, so while waiting her to finish her part I also kneel behind her and started teasing her caressing her back and ass. When she also finished her part of the job, Mistress allowed us to go to our regular classes.

In this class she started by binding me to a wall, arms and legs, in a kind of suspension, with a huge stone dildo just under my pussy as a “support” to my pending body. She undressed me. As we were both a bit aroused by our previous actions on the Library, she started the class with some short statements and then went directly to kiss me and to lick and kiss my exposed nipples. I loved it …. But then on a sudden she bit my nipple very hard, making me to scream a lot in pain !!!

After I stopped screaming she kissed me softly again to calm me down and said class was over if and when I could answer her question : “What weighted more, pleasure or pain ?”

And I, bound, suspended, exposed and helpless as I was, started a philosophical answer saying it all depended on the right balance of pleasure and pain that only close partners can find in each other, in a way that pain can increase pleasure and the increased pleasure can by its way increase how much pain you are able to endure. She laughed and just ordered : write it for me. So here it is my teacher ! Like that old song, I hope you forgive me for the quite simple words in which I did it.

We discussed also, in another class, the differences between ropes and chains in RL bondage. I have a small experience on it but I said I could define it in two words.

Feeling the ropes binding your hands, arms, ankles, or full body, is an amazing feeling to the ones who enjoy it. The touch of the ropes and the way you can be bound to be completely unable to move or completely exposed to your partner is really unforgettable. But, in my opinion, no matter how stringent are you bound in ropes you never feel you are a slave, or I never felt it myself, you feel you are a CAPTIVE. Don´t know why but the ropes gives to the bound victim the impression that it´s something temporary, that you will be free of that in some moment.

But when you are chained, to a collar or cuffs, the feeling is completely different. No matter you can even have bigger movement freedom when in chains, but when chained you feel that you are under some other person total control and you hardly will be able to escape from that. That´s why that chains for me means SLAVE.

What about you ? What do you feel ? Can you tell us ?

I hope my lovely teacher has liked this simple article. But in any case, just as a small precaution, I´ll bring a big fine chocolate box for her on next class !!!!!

Prinven Biix – 17/01/2012

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