With the destruction of my home, Port Pa-Kur, and the relocation to the refugee camp that is known as Bog Hill, in the midst of the swamp out of the way of further dangers, began a new life of looking to fill my household up with new and wonderful things, since, starting anew, mostly, meant, leaving behind what couldn’t be saved, and moving forwards for the long road ahead. With time, comes amazing moments of time where you sit in…
So forever isn’t as long as one might think, in some cases. Autumn has decided to, instead of begging for release like normal, just pull the plug, and claim abandonment for not talking every day (which we were, just not in SL), so, it really shows me that it wasn’t as real as I’d hoped it to have been in all that time we were together. What she did is not something I can ever accept, especially considering we were…
Having owned Autumn a full year later, I am pleased to say, she’s one loyal, obedient and caring little slave girl. Not only have I placed my collar around her neck in person, face to face, she came all the way to Canada to visit me for that. And she intends to do so again in 2024 if she can as well! She always worries over things, but it’s because she really is a slave, and wants to serve, fully,…