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HEY HEARTUN~ I am a Gorean Kajira, a slave as is outlined in the John Norman book Dancer of Gor — in essence, being a slave is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence. I live according to the Slave Creed:

• He is Master and I am slave.
• He is owner and I am owned.
• He commands and I obey.
• He is to be pleased and I am to please.
• Why is this?
• Because He is Master and I am slave.
• Allow me the strength to answer questions I can’t fathom.

I believe this. I live this. But about six months ago my old Master sold me. The new Master was nice to me for a while, but lately he has been ordering me to give pleasure to some of His friends. And I never see the same ‘friend’ twice. I think they pay Him for my attention. It makes me sad. ~ RENTAL KAJIRA

DEAR RENTAL ~ I’ve got two answers for you: First the Gorean answer.

• There will be many times you are called upon to answer questions you have never thought of. To delve deep inside yourself for the answers to places you never even thought would exist. It requires a certain amount of emotional and mental strength to do this, to look in those places that may house memories you have simply forgotten, or urges you are too afraid to admit. There is much buried deep within each of us that we don’t even know is there, and at some time or another… to be completely open and honest with you Master, you will have to find these things… and bring them to the surface.

Now for the Sane answer.

• He is pimping you out. If that isn’t what you signed on for, tell him to stop or leave him. Even within the context of Gor, you deserve better. I understand that the works of John Norman spin a tale that women achieve freedom through total submission, and that in giving up agency to a master they gain absolute agency — but you are playing Second Life. The reality is, you informally contracted with another player to support each other in a fun way for both of you — and it isn’t working for you now.

~HEARTUN BREAKER

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HEY HEARTUN~ I am a good Sub, and I love my Master but He has gotten involved in some geeky Star Wars role play in Second Life. It’s like a game inside of Second Life where everyone pretends to be a Wookie or some shit.

Like… “Bleep-blorp… I’m a robot!”

It is the most boring thing I’ve ever seen, but my Master loves it. He wants to go up levels (or some shit) really fast so He has me play too, as an Ewok or some shit. My only job is to stand behind Him and look fuzzy. I get so bored that sometimes I do other stuff in another window… and I don’t keep up on the geeky crap he and his friends are doing, and He gets mad at me. ~ BORED SUB

DEAR BORED ~ I know that he is the boss and you like doing his bidding, but he’s not paying attention to you. He’s just using you, and not in a good way — like you want. You need to talk to him outside of the role you have established. Put on a completely different avatar. Let him know that you are talking to him as you, not as the role you have shown him. Then discuss with him what you need out of your relationship and what you find lacking right now. He will probably want to play the game some times too but he can’t do it all the time.  It isn’t a dom/sub relationship if you are constantly required to do something that you do not enjoy. Then switch back to your regular avatar, get back in your sub role, and see if he can master seeing to your needs. If he can’t, then what are you doing with him?

~HEARTUN BREAKER

I am young, and gay, and I live in a rural part of the Western United States — and being ‘out and proud’ is not at all a safe option for me. The nearest gay bar is hundreds of miles away. I’ve never met anyone in my area who came out. There’s a lot of homofobia and open bigotry, so I never let on. I played it straight throughout high school and after, out of fear for my life. 

Just after high school, and during Covid lock down, I discovered Second Life and it was as if I could finally breathe! 

I found a community of gay furries, and they became more real to me than any of my friends from home. I quickly met a man and fell in love. He showed me how to have sex in Second Life, and taught me about scarfing — you know, using a scarf (or something like it) to cut off the blood supply for a greater overall experience. 

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The last time we were at it, about a week ago, his avie went ‘afk’ and he stopped typing… eventually he logged off. 

I’m afraid he died. But I don’t have any of his contact information so I don’t even know how to check up on him. What do I do? ~SCARFING FURRY

DEAR SCARFING~ I understand that cutting off the supply of oxygen to the brain at the time of orgasm can intensify that orgasm. I’m told it does this because as the brain approaches asphyxia it kicks out more endorphins. Some people put a plastic bag over their head, others self-strangulate manually, and many us a ligature — a scarf — to cut off the blood flow at the neck. I get the logistics, and dangers, from this activity — and appreciate your concern. 

It is possible that your lover died.

But here’s the thing. You’re in Second Life, and while this relationship appears to be unique, intense and important to you — a lot of people in Second Life just suck. If they didn’t, I’d have nothing to write about. You don’t say why, but you don’t have any other way to contact your lover — and that just seems wrong. If this relationship was as important to him as it is to you I would have expected SOME real life information to have been exchanged. At the very minimum, social media accounts for your in-world avies.

Death is a possibility, but if I were taking bets I’d give long odds that your lover just closed his account rather than end it with you. It’s shitty, but not at all uncommon.  ~HEARTUN BREAKER

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HEY HEARTUN~

I cheated on my wife with 3 dogs, a monkey and a half gallon jug of KY Jelly. Should I tell her?

~RYMES WITH ‘CHORUS’

DEAR CHORUS~

I don’t see why not. Sounds like a good Second Life party… maybe she will want to join in next time.

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HEY HEARTUN~ When I came to Second Life and discovered the Scat Lovers group I cried in relief. You see, I’m a 35 year old management executive – but ever since I was young and first heard Frank Sinatra singing Strangers in the Night – there’s that great bit where he goes ‘scooby dooby doo a dooby doo doo’ (you know Scooby Doo was named after that line!) Well, from then there was no stopping me – and I was soon into the hardcore stuff. Louis Armstrong. Cab Calloway. Even a few Bing Crosby recordings.

But I find few people share this love a vocal jazz improvisation – and Im so glad at least to have found a group in SL that seem sure to fill a hole in my life. I can’t wait to get in touch with a few of the group members and start hanging out together. Just opening up to new friends, and sharing a common deep seated love is sure to be inspirational and life changing. ~BIBBLEDEBOP SCATTER

DEAR BIBBLEDEBOP~ Ok, I try to take all posts seriously but yours is so obviously a parody of the Scat Lover article I recently posted. That said, I still think you should join the Scat Lovers group. They’re a fun bunch, and they really know their shit.

(Heartun sings: Skit skat skadoobie… waaaaa!)

~ HEARTUN BREAKER

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I’ve been doing it for years, since I was a girl. It started in the shower in my parents house. The house my husband and I live in has wooden floors, leather furniture, linoleum, and other hard surfaces that clean up well — because I have ‘christened’ every room in the house.

My husband doesn’t know, and I am sure he wouldn’t understand. So finding others who share my fetish for the first time has lifted a lifetime of shame from my shoulders — even if only in Second Life. I love my real life husband, but am looking for a Second Life partner for mutual Scat love. Will this jeopardize my marriage? ~ SCAT LOVER

DEAR SCAT: Will having a secret lover in Second Life jeopardize your marriage in real life? No, not necessarily. Unfortunately,  your real life marriage may already  be doomed. Every marriage has some secrets, like how many lovers you’ve had in the past or that thing your spouse does that secretly annoys you. These secrets differ from the one you are keeping in that they are not things that really define who you are.

Your life-long love of ‘smearing’ scat sounds like it is a huge part of your sexuality. It sounds like something you need, and will apparently seek out a partner for. Telling your husband, and not telling him, are both fraught with danger. 

I love giving advice, but on this one I’m not going to try to tell you what to do. Staying in the closet (outhouse?) or laying it all out for him both bring too many unknowns and will likely have unforeseen consequences. Holding on to your secret is safe, but you’re holding on to fear and shame while you do so. Bravely revealing your kink to your husband is a much lighter emotional burden, but may result in losing him altogether. And as someone who went through one divorce I can tell you that no one gets through that unscathed — although there is peace on the other side, generally. 

If you take on a Second Life lover you will be building a nest of little lies to hide your big secret, and that burden only gets bigger. It may be one that solves your problem, and there are people in Second Life who keep SL in SL and RL in RL… but don’t think that journey is simple or easy. If you find a trusted friend in the Scat Lovers group who is in a similar situation, talk with them about what they are doing and how it’s working out. Have conversations with several such people if you can, but do so to help yourself find what ‘feels right’ for you.

As with any kink, in my opinion, there is no shame being a scat lover. How you behave towards others, however, has consequences that you will have to live with. I wish you the best as you find out what works for you. In time, please write again and tell us. 

~HEARTUN BREAKER

Jenna and her sadistic medical gear.

“It’s a BDSM Sim set in a futuristic space prison ship,” said Jenna Lee. “People are either domineering guards, prisoners or sadistic medical personnel. I’m going to be Medical!”

In a flash I thumbed through my inventory and found an old Alien avatar (the tall green one with the big eyes) that I modded with a female shape, and threw on some Hawaiian shorts and a cute top. I TP’d to the sim and there were a couple Furries with sci-fi dingle-dangle things hanging on Batman utility belts, and Jenna, her sub  and a mutual friend (and Twitter Queen) Tiffany Ronzales. The Furries were apparently regulars, and were explaining the rules when I minimized Firestorm, opened another browser, searched “English to Alien” and found a page that translated for me.

“⟟ ⋏⟒⟒⎅ ⏁⍜ ☌⟒⏁ ⍜⎍⏁! ⍙⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⏁⊑⟒ ⟒⌖⟟⏁?” I hollered, and started running around the station.

“Oh, come on… we’ve got a Universal Translator!” yelled one of the Furries, I presume a guard. I kept running.

“⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⟟⎎ ⟟’⋔ ⌇⌿⟒⏃☍⟟⋏☌ ⟟⋏ ⏃ ⌰⏃⋏☌⎍⏃☌⟒ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏁⍀⏃⋏⌇⌰⏃⏁⍜⍀ ⊑⏃⌇⋏’⏁ ⟒⋏☊⍜⎍⋏⏁⟒⍀⟒⎅?” I asked, and emoted that my eyes were darting around the room as I searched the station for an exit.

I continued running, and to my surprise none of the doors I encountered were locked. I saw a “WANTED” sign up on a wall — and it had an old profile pic of my avie, but not the green alien that I’d become. “Ha!” I thought to myself with satisfaction. “That will throw them off!”

And it apparently did! I continued to run around the sim, spouting alien gibberish (unless they, too, went to the clever alien translation page) and emoting panicked expressions of fear — like an alien prisoner trying to escape would, I imagined.

Then I saw it! The air lock “Surely, this will be locked,” I thought as I charged the round portal. It wasn’t. A short stretch of tube, and another portal — also unlocked — and SPACE! I shot out the airlock like a potato from a cannon!

Call Sign: Ball Breaker

Free falling for what seemed like forever ended with me crashing into a familiar planet. A beautiful sea side estate laid out before me, but my eye was drawn to the small air strip — and the fighter jet!

“Certainly, no one in their right mind would leave the keys in something as sexy hot as this fantastic jet, especially below a prison ship!” I thought as I Top Gunned my way into the cockpit and fired up the engines! Making my way into the sky I yelled “No prison can hold me!” and laughed at the wonderful time I had at the best BDSM sim I’ve ever been to!

~HEARTUN

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HEY HEARTUN ~ Please, Miss, do not start my letter off with “Hey Heartun.” Even when i am not role playing i would never say that. Why i am writing is that i am very subservient and i like strong women. i went to NOVA’s Lesbian BDSM Club  (oh, yeah, i am male in real life but female in SL) and offered myself to anyone who wanted me as their servant but no one seemed to take me seriously. Some even accused me of trying to pick up women — but i’m not looking for sex,  just a woman to order me around. ~ AT YOUR SERVICE

DEAR AT YOUR SERVICE ~ Yeah, technically you are not violating the rules there at NOVA’s. As I understand it — technically — they allow trans-SL women. (so long as their behavior stays in line with the conduct expected at that club) But you picked NOVA’s, and you are hanging onto a technicality? And rather than sit back, you’re firing on anyone? That place is a fairly up-scale club and may not be the free-range meat market you’re looking for.  I mean, why not hang out at the Degraded Factory of Pain in Hardwood? Or find some rando in a Welcome Area or a fishing village or a racetrack?

Also, when you say you offered yourself to anyone who wants you — well, that isn’t a great sales technique. You no doubt sounded needy. I’m sure the “Hey, I’m here… lets party!” technique of picking up a fetish partner works fine if you’re in a fetish where things are largely equal and there are other people looking for what you’ve got. Heterosexuals, homosexuals and Furries seem to have a fairly equal volume of compliments — but the sad truth is that many fetishes do not have equal counterparts.

If you are into pretending to be a big baby, and you like women, you’re going to have to stand in line. Like being a sub? Also stand in line — or be willing to share. Into Scat or Water Sports? There are far more receivers than givers.

What you’re doing is a longshot too, although not impossible. You may not be into sex, but you ARE looking for a woman and you picked a club full of women who are also looking for women — not necessarily you. Then you went and threw out your appeal broadly (no pun) and probably too soon when you should have just sat there and waited. Of course no one was interested when you said something like “I want to be the slave/servant/sub of any woman here.” You were confirming that you are a guy looking for a girl, and trust me — they’ve seen that before. Also, when you give something away for free and offer it to everyone without first raising that thing’s value you are devaluing it completely.

I’d recommend that you go elsewhere to look for your Mistress. Failing that, if you are insistent about staying in NOVA’s with your quest you should sit there and be quiet — for a few weeks. Think like a petitioner to a Shaolin temple — kneel quietly and only speak when spoken to. Watch others for hours. If asked, tell the questioner that you are looking for someone to serve in a non-sexual way. Be ready for rejection, but with patience — grasshopper — you could eventually find someone who wants to take you home to clean her windows. If you aren’t willing to be patient, go to a less discriminating club. And if you don’t want me to start with ‘Hey Heartun’ don’t fill in the form. Your desires do not change the rules in anyone else’s game. ~ HEARTUN BREAKER

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HEY HEARTUN~ I have made some choices that have made my second life more complicated than my first life could ever be. I met this guy off the rebound from my girlfriend leaving Second Life. He’s a decent guy and, well, I let things get hot and heavy and I quickly sold him on the idea of being exclusively mine. Things went well for a time. Then one day I surprised him with an SL pregnancy, which took him aback but after a short while he really got into the idea.

Then I met this girl. She was outgoing, exciting and very charismatic. We started Instant Messaging each other and spending a lot of time together — shopping — you know, the usual things. It was all innocent till she took me to this store that sold cages…yes I said cages. It was filled with BDSM toys and various things of that sort. I was very apprehensive at first, as I had never imagined those sort of activities in my life. Well, that quickly took a spin, we were fooling around with the cages and what not, just being silly, then in response to something she said I told her that I was never really the controlling type. I told her that I had always just followed the instructions and the lead of others.

That took the cake right there. This girl knew what she had to do from that point on. She started giving me orders — orders that were quite bizarre to me but for some reason I couldn’t stop and didn’t seem to want to. I really got into being, as she called me, her “pet”.

This relationship started taking me over until two days ago when for the first time the situation got sexual with this girl… and her girlfriend walked in on us. Then my guilt started eating me up and I knew I just had to tell my boyfriend about this. I wrote him a nice long notecard explaining all the lies I had told him and what I had done and wouldn’t you know it, the sod wasn’t even angry! All he said was that he knew that I had enjoyed girls before and he understood. He continued in his reply telling me that he had had BDSM experiences and had enjoyed dominatrix behaviours. He also made it clear that he would enjoy watching and participating in my actions with other women. While I know his reply wasn’t bad — it sort of disappointed me. Here’s why:

1. I lied to him. Should my deceitful actions be dismissed that quickly?
2. I think subconsciously I have lost interest in my relations with him — or men in general. I don’t know maybe I am just lost.
3. I think the fact that he wants to join in these other activities with me has turned me off him. For some reason that I don’t understand, this ‘being dominated’ activity that I have gotten into only seems to arouse me with women and very select few at that.

I don’t know what I have done other than complicate my SL life and been deceitful and I am not so sure what I am seeking right now but maybe this whole story can be summed up into one question. Should I leave this man or should I leave both the man and the woman and start entirely a new? ~ MOTHERHOOD BOUND

DEAR MOTHERHOOD BOUND ~ That lesbianic bondage love can sure have a strong allure, but you should have thought about that before you decided to get pregnant. Right now your virtual hormones are all over the map — and there’s no way you can make such an important decision in your condition.

Wait till you have the baby to decide, then do what is best for the baby. And if that involves ditching the dude make sure to be generous in your visitation arrangement with him.

Stephen Wu’s SL avatar Photo courtesy: Silicon Valley Law Group

If things get rough, seek out a lawyer specializing in online activity like Stephen Wu of the Silicon Valley Law Group.

~ HEARTUN BREAKER

“Moo.” It was the first thing I read when I teleported into a sim that I knew nothing about. I was only given a slight glimpse on what I should expect before I ventured into Happy Cows Ranch 4 with editrix Heartun Breaker. If someone said to you, “women go there to get milked,” you would be a little curious too, right? No? Just me? Okay.

HuCows – Human Cows

Upon landing, I noticed that the sim was indeed a farm with stables all around, complete with milking machines in each stall for the workers. Walking into the barn I encountered a woman in one of those stalls, trussed up in restraints and with a milking apparatus attached to her breasts. We met a lovely “Cowcunt,” as they are called, by the name of Dani. Dani turned out to be a bit quiet when approached in local chat, so I thought that she might think we were there to ogle and make fun of her. I decided to take the conversation into a private message.

I immediately apologized to Cowcunt Dani in case she thought I was being rude taking it to PM so quickly. But, as she was on full display, strapped to a milking machine, wearing nothing but a G-string, I hoped it was ok. Her avatar was in a stall, the front of which was dominated by a video display of whirling graphics, interlaced with words like ‘obey’ and ‘kneel’ as well as photos of women being subjugated. (Hints of the final scene in the Kubrick film, A Clockwork Orange.)

Having a conscience is a really conflicting idea sometimes, I know. She did not take offense to the questioning at all apparently. WHEW! She explained to me that “Muffin” is the milking system and that there are many milking sims. (A search for the term ‘hucow’ – human cow – verified this.)

Meanwhile, Heartun was engaged in Gonzo journalism, immersing herself in the experience. She found a vending machine that provided her with a ‘feeding mask’ and milking cups to go over her breasts, as well as some rather severe restraints – for no apparent reason — other than degradation and submission.

‘We Work For Muffin”

When Dani told me there is “a sim for Muffin,” I automatically pictured a pimp type person that lurks in the background, instead of an automated milking machine, and maybe that was the reason she was so hesitant to speak. Nope. The conversation was as brief in private as it was in local. I asked her what she liked about being in the Happy Cows sim, because it looked to us like she has to sit there all day and just find stuff to do as she waits for her milk to collect. She was very slow to respond.

Heart kindly pointed out to me that Dani was probably busy in IMs. Duh, Gina. Dani did inform me that she enjoyed watching the spirals that pictured the real-life women attached to milk machines in what appeared to be the most awkward positions. The conversation with Dani ended, only producing more questions than answers.

I asked her if the men and women who visited the sim were there to interact with the cows or to watch. “I’ll leave that for you to find out, lol,” is all she said.

I guess I will never know. I thanked her and decided to see what else the sim had to offer. Other than a pig pen for subs and doms, Dani turned out to be the most interesting thing about the Happy Cows Ranch 4. ~ Gina

EDITORS NOTE:

The milking apparatus has quotas, points and levels – much like a game – but there are also tabs to keep track of ‘breeding attempts.’ I went back several times, and never saw any breeding going on. While the vending machine that provided me with ‘cow’ equipment has a vendor setting for bulls and farm hands, I never saw anyone in this sim who appeared in either role. The overall experience and vibe of the sim, for me, was extremely off-putting, but I came away with no tangible wrong doing that I could point at. I felt we missed something fundamental, and fundamentally wrong, in this investigation. I reached out to the sims owner, Disavowed Charisma, as well as a hucow group owner (with thousands of members) for an interview. Neither responded in a timely manner. ~Heartun