The Globalization of D/s - Femdom 3D Style

Online Domination, may one be against or for this phenomenon, has a solid foothold in the today's pixel environment, where fingers do the talking beyond webcams and jerk-off feasts. The reason are many, but at a minimum it allows the interaction to span the globe since no physical meetings need to occur and it tops out as a breeding ground for all sorts of funky ideas.

Generally I had found pure online interactions a bore and it was not something I engaged within in the last 10 years of my computer life. In my mind it cannot compare to the feel of skin, the power associated as golden champagne flows and subtle vanilla domination can only occur while having lunch in some far-flung cafe. No matter how once slices the sourdough, a pure online interaction cannot ever capture the overwhelming power flow between two consenting adult persons. Well, at least that is how I approached Second Life and my dive into pixel life.

I absolutely adore technology. I am not a hard-core gamer but after reading a Time's Magazine Article in 2005, I signed up for a free membership in an online Community called Second Life. I found the online world of Second Life fascinating in many ways. It has unlimited potential on a multitude of fronts; you can gamble, build, design, buy, sell and do just about anything you can virtually imagine and yes, that includes pixel sex as well. Some real life companies and organization such as Wells Fargo Bank or Harvard Law School also use the platform to marry real life and virtuality; removing Second Life from a solitary gaming platform and elevating it past your average XBox interface.

I signed up as a non-Lifestyle person, hoping to avoid the wanna-bee and baggage-carrying online submissive or the rancid male looking to get laid - all so prevalent on the internet. I explored Second Life as Dr Boyoma, and considering my profession, I expanded my "RL" (real life as it is called) practice and opened a virtual office in "SL" (short for Second Life). I conducted meetings with my clients - of a non-Femdom nature -, flew about the countryside exploring nooks and crannies, danced the night away, purchased virtual lands, build houses and eventually winded up loving the platform so much that after one year in SL, I started to build a Lady Femdom Estate/Compound in a deed restricted region, which is called a sim.

Up until this point I had dabbled in SL Femdom Groups on occasion, infrequently attending gatherings, the sometimes party, creating surface acquaintances, maintaining distance to assure I was not roped into any sexual encounters, encounters I witness so easily occurring. I still had my 'self-talking virtual Venus' boxed in my inventory folder ..... holding fast (and proudly) onto my virtual virginity.

Within some white building, some quiet night, date unknown but not long ago, I witness a verbal exchange between a Femdom and a submissive. He seemed dressed, wearing the cloth of some far away land I recognized. He appeared intelligent, used words that seemed out of place for his bowed-head position (he was respectful yet too articulate), words that strained to be set free on their literary wings and sadly, in comparison, the Femdom seemed to come from some far flung trailer in the midst of small town USA.

I sat, listened, mostly kept quiet and at the end of the night, we exchanged calling cards. One could say that at this point he was nothing more than some male looking avatar who knew how to talk and I placed the meeting aside, thinking he would interact with me on the surface, like all in Second Life, and eventually move onto the more 'available' Femdoms (or women) found in SL. He surprised me by staying in touch and subsequently, within a two/three week period we spend until the wee hours talking in Second Life, helped along by yahoo IM or phone as the avatars did the moving or sitting; sometimes about D/s, sometimes about anything and occasionally about nothing as I tried to show him the wonders of Second Life via dancing or the change of pixel sunsets while at the same time showing him my world, the Lady/Gentleman D/s dynamic.

Second Life has a function called scripting. For sexual or BD/SM or movement purposes, there are what is called small single or couple "balls" that one can take out of ones inventory and place (rezz) to the ground. That accomplished, a avatar can "sit" on this ball (or the couple can sit on the linked balls together) and the avatars are animated in more advanced forms. This works great for dancing (I love the ballroom dancing there) and a host of other more complex things like racing cars, but this scripting ability allows for D/s positions to occur and scripted items can be places on an avatar with consent, such as a collar or leash. Considering I had never 'played' in this setting as a Femdom, and Mr X being to my liking overall, I dashed off with him in tow to explore this untapped arena. He was a willing subject and other than running into walls or loosing hair and body when trying to navigate Second Life ..... it proved to be fun shopping for leather, latex and the assortment of items that makes BD/SM so delectable in "the real world".

Second Life also has vendors (people who build, create and sell wares) in abundance and after one year of travel I knew where the good stuff was. Off I dragged him a clothing vendor to outfit him with a body harness then onto to a vendor called Xcite and proceeded to purchase a collar, leash and restraints. A penis I had in my inventory already (do not ask me why) so I gave it to him, standard version, but still, it was able to be made hard, soft and invisible when needed so for all practical purposes, it was functional.

Unpacking the items was relatively painless for me since I have a good system that can handle the intense program requirements in running it, and I was a seasoned Second Lifer, but he had a slower system and was new to SL, so placing restraints appropriately or moving the camera to see where and what induced some frustration on his part. Eventually, hours later, I was ready to click on items that were attached to him (cuffs, a collar) and see what would happen when a leash was attempted to be attached. I sat wide eyed, smiling, flexing fingers and was ready to dance my way through some online fun.

At this point we were on the phone with each other as we navigates this situation (to make it less frustrating since chatting would involve typing) and when the blue popup interface appeared on my screen after he set his collar to the owner being "me" (which showed on my screen briefly) I starred at it all and froze. The whole situation became surreal. Here he was kneeling in front of my SL avatar, which was sitting, and I could see the collar, saw my name as being the owner and I heard his breathing becoming labored. I had learned during our time what a collar meant to him, it mirrored my own, and we both, without a doubt, knew this is not what was intended nor what we wanted from each other, the sort of commitment these items implied ... and while I played about a bit with the process, we cleared the air and eventually stopped interacting in this manner thereafter. He moved onto interact with his friends and I went off building my SL empire.

What struck me more than anything, was my reaction. I now look at an online collar the same as I do a off-line collar; it has serious implications and means a lot more than fun for a few hours or weeks (or months). What it also showed me is that I like it, the possibilities, the implications and while before I would step back from someone online, I made a conscious decision not to do so anymore within SL. I opened the gates of my Femdom wall (as it were) and elected to let the chips fall where they may. We all know what happens when you open yourself to the possibilities in life (in general) and it so would happen that I did meet someone in SL. He petitioned, I accepted and I will let you know how it turns out. I even unpacked/unboxed my virtual Venus and attached it to my avatar ... goodness, I need a life .... oh wait, I have two, actually, to be precise, I have only one.