The Collarseum Club

Look for tiny emeralds all over the SIM. Touch them to receive 1 L. You must be wearing your group tag to find emeralds. Watch local chat for messages about which group and your distance from them after touching them.

All of the Bondage Bay free gifts and full perm sounds are now located in a sign near the ad boards in the mall. Click it to get a menu. http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bondage%20Bay/125/170/42 These gifts are accessible without a group tag. Look for these signs.

Friday  🎧  September 27th 🎧               Radio plays Rock 11-3 PM SLT             The Beast, DJ Dream  2-4 pm  slt  HOST: Caitlynn              Random prize giveaways and $L on the board                         DJ Dream loves to play that pop/dance music that makes you groove and move but sometimes she'll surprise you as she plays what she feels. Dream is a writer, poet, creator and just loves to create everything and anything. She has always loved music in all of it's forms and states that it is a higher form of communication because it can carry thought and emotion in a way that mere words cannot. Dream has studied philosophy, anthropology, and psychology as well as audio production...in other words, she is fascinated with people! Join her for a ride on the musical highway of life. ...

Thursday   🎧   September 26th 🎧  Radio plays Blues 9-11 AM SLT  DJ Elwood 11a-1 SLT   Blues & Blues Rock  Host: Debra  DJ Elwood brings the 🎶 Blues & Blues Rock🎶 to the Collarsseum Club every Thursday from 11 am - 1 PM. This man has the soul and he's a real treat to listen to with a calm, soothing voice and his knowledge of the blues. Join him at http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bondage%20Bay/155/81/42   Radio plays Rock 11-3 PM SLT DJ BECKY OFF TODAY, She'll be back next week. Radio plays Romance only   11 pm - 5 am slt

It's a super-secret monthly group gift, it will only be out for this month, next month, it's gone. Remember to wear your group tag. Tell your favorite friends, don't tell your enemies. giggles. It is your secret to share or not. http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bondage%20Bay/134/100/42

Perspective is an interesting thing if one delves deeply into it. Perspective is what cues us as to what a person may mean when speaking, much like small physical movements, which play into the understanding of language and that we read subconsciously, but perspective is different. Perspective actually tells us our opinion based on the information given. It is why we can disagree on what color an item is, what a quote really means or what an author or a poet is talking about. It is part of how we judge the actions and words of others, but we must be careful to remember that it is our perspective, which may not actually be the reality or the truth of any given situation. Ahhh, so helpful and yet, so dangerous.. like most matters of the mind. We cannot logically trust our perspectives to be unbiased and so it is not logical to trust our perspectives at all but to question them and reach beyond them for the truth. And what is the truth? Ahh, now that has to do with perspective in thi...

We need Hosts, Dancers, DJs, Strippers, and AFK. AFK Zone There are tip jars and furniture out everywhere for the AFK, please log in before going AFK on the furniture. The AFK recieve 80% tips. Suggested addons include it's not mine, EasyMover & Mama Allpa, Vaw Vagina & Nipples, and spankers (Code 5 is quite good). You can find it's not mine in the mall near the House in the Sun entrance and Mama Allpa at the back of the store. EasyMover https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/EasyMoverRLV/15219989 Posting in AFK or Sex groups with a url to where you are will help you to attract more customers since they will know you are available. We have a group for afk & those who love the afk. You may post in there so long as your slurl leads to this sim and you are afk here. secondlife:///app/group/6e6a06a4-7889-e1a0-daee-7700c529255b/about We accept female and male avatars of adult human size. Please, no anime afkers. Mesh bodies are required. We do...

As night falls and you lay beside me in this shared bed I wonder at how you sink so quickly into your slumber and wonder if I may have played some small role in my service, ever trying ever falling short in some small way I curl against my pillow fending off what seems to be an army outside our home but what is really only me my mind, my thoughts, my insecurities drowning in an endless tide holding to one frail hope trembling against the night as your arm slides around my waist I can barely believe that it has chosen me pulling me to you, placing me upon your chest even in slumber tears fall from grateful eyes as my hair whispers over your flesh unspoken truths, words I cannot yet speak safe within your arms And you guide me to a mirror that only you can see and you show to me, through your eyes what I am, how I am and you speak softly, your hand upon my chin Until my eyes close in bliss, serene quieted and still, lost in brooks and meadows that nev...

I am a slave because that is what I need It is what I must be for order to reign in my world, in this reality around me which threatens constantly to rend me and change me, to mold me into something I am not without regard for the fact that I have found at the basest levels of myself that I am a slave All the education and knowledge in the world cannot undo what I am in my darkest moment in my brightest moments, I am an animal, reacting on instinct led by million of years of DNA coding and genes dating back to the most primal of times and the fact that I can think that I know a great many things cannot undo my animal mind I hunger, my basest needs must be met Lest I fall into a whirlwind of my own undoing my intelligent mind failing me in my moments of need I am no more than a beast and like any wild animal, I can never be completely tamed I will fight and claw and bite If cornered, I will make my way through you rending you until in my bloodlust I fi...

At the mere whisper of your name, I find myself trembling A fire lighting to burn me, devour me, turning me to ash that I might be reborn again In your vision, a creature of your own making Molded by your hand and massaged by the device Of my greatest pleasure as you push me down Your hand upon my ass, my flesh caught in silent tremor As you push your way through my boundaries And beyond, until there is nothing but you And I am only an extension of the pleasure that you give And extract, as you pull my hair, my chin lifting back until I look into the sky My mouth opening in unhampered cries of both the exalted and the conquered Bathing in your glory and your claim to me To all I am or ever will be Your Mastery sets me free to be everything I ever imagined and never dared Your fucking me enslaves me to the object of my desire, your desire Your collar perfects me I am born of your pleasure, of my submission As I flood your plains, your shaft deep within my walls ...

He entered the room where I waited to greet him. It was where I was to wait to greet him when he got home from work, naked, upon my knees and ready to serve him in any way he wished. I was his, I wore his collar. I had heard him enter quietly, the door closing shortly after his footfalls, cloth brushing the wooden frame. I had not dared to look or move, I did not want to be out of place. He had paused in the outer rooms longer than usual today, making me wait, I supposed, enjoying my anticipation. I kept still, head down, as he approached me. "Hello, my slut", he growled "Hello my Master", I chirped, smiling as he lifted my chin that I might see him. He tasted my lips gently at first, then began to consume them hungrily. "I have an appetite tonight, slut" "Would you like me to fetch your dinner?", I asked as I removed his work pants, my fingers working quickly over the belt buckle, button, and zipper. He stepped out of them as I held...

THE LUSTFUL TURK Or Scenes in the Harum of an Eastern Potentate faithfully and vividly depicting in a series of letters from a young and beautiful English lady to her friend in England the full particulars of her ravishment and of her complete abandonment to all the salacious tastes of the Turks, the whole being described with that zest and simplicity which always gives guarantee of authenticity. LETTER 1 Emily Barlow to Sylvia Carey Portsmouth, Crown Hotel 18 June 1814 Dearest Sylvia We arrived here early this morning after a most melancholy journey. Time alone can remove the painful impressions which the appearance of poor Henry created as we parted. Never shall I forget the picture of despair he exhibited. Do all you can to comfort him, tell him although I obey my mother's and my uncle's wishes, still my heart in every clime will be true to him. Poor Eliza did everything in her power on the road to this place to amuse my wounded feelings, but it was be...