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My name is Ozzie, welcome to my blog site. I was born into the virtual world on the 27th of July, 2007. It was a moonlight night just like any other night, when my feet touched the ground for the first time in poden. I was standing on virtual dirt at the top of the welcome area. I looked much like a new age cave girl, in a strange virtual world.
I walked down the path leading up to the welcoming area, guided by two steal mesh fences either side of me, I could almost feel the pale brown dirt between my virtual toes. This lead me down to a T junction, the path went two separate ways, another steal mesh fence stopped me from walking into the rocky shores of the island I stood on.
In the coming days and nights I learn how to fly, the art of landing as difficult as I Thought it would be. I learnt how to use maps, communicate and search for items of interest. I met some nice people, living basic, simple but rewarding lives in this crazy place.
I was wandering around the lake next to the popular meeting place called the billabong, along the beach on the edge of the lake, I could feel the water trickling between my toes looking at the empty houses and the eucalyptus tree's, I could feel the serenity of the place. I happen to walk right into this lovely girl’s front yard that backed onto lake.
It was her slice of heaven, a nice large two story house, a person zoomed past on a jet ski, we spoke chatted, she gave me an insight into the size of this virtual world, she gave me basic tips on searching for items, I learnt that the world was my oyster, later it more accurately became my stage.
The little experience planted a seed in me, to get out and explore, I left my serene environment behind, the innocence, the serenity, never looked back and never returned. I wandered in the coming weeks in desolate train stations, and shopping complexes.
It was on such nite, intoxicated from a chilled bottle of "Wyndham Estate Semillon Sauvignon Blanc", in this state of mind I lost my inhibitions and my virtual virginity in the company of all people a European girl called Beth, who worked as an escort, and an English guy who happened to be an underground Disk Jockey.
I woke the next nite standing in her lil one bedroom villa that stood on stilts in a strange water world. There were many villa's surrounding her but not land to be seen as far as the eye could tell.
I was feeling outlandish, I had a new spring in my step, I was over a month old now, my bank balance was empty I remembered the serenity of the banks back at the billabong. I yearned for my own slice of serenity but knew that I couldn’t achieve that without a healthy bank Balance.
It was an early SL morning when I left my water world and rezzed onto an island called "wild point". I was standing on what seemed to be an entrance into what looked like a grand tropical resort complex. Inside was a grand stair case leading to further rooms which bordered the grand resort complex. It was here I met Rhapsody (or Raphs) I sweet but stunning red head who loved to where knee high boots, short skirts. She was a manager and greeter here in a place known as "Bimbo's Place on wild Point Island".
It was owned by Bimbo Princess, she walked the complex like a goddess, and she had long cinnamon coloured hair that rested well below her lower back. She had Managers raphs the greeter, Sika Beck the Traffic Manager, Wendy the talent scout, Amon the BDSM manager and Rada, the big burley Security.
It was in this place I learnt the art of escorting the virtual way, all experts in their own way, I was given information to read, how to present my profile, how to lay out note cards for people to read. It was here that I met on typical sl early morning Karenza DeSantis.
She was quick with her tongue she knew what to say, later I joked she could sell ice to the Eskimo’s; she and Sidney Lang helped me remodel my appearance, my wardrobe or inventory. They advised me on the necessary tools of the trade, what to say, how to look over a person as they entered the room. Soon enough I was earning money dancing on stages around the island, and sleeping in rooms with different partners.
Over the slow dropping sands of time, I had changed from the innocent girl that walked down the path at poden, into a "bad girl" I craved attention it was my heroin. I had a nice bank balance I was in a relationship of sorts with Karenza or Kaz for short; we lived in an oddly shaped skybox. I worked in many different clubs; I had a healthy list of regular clientele, a band of loyal supporters who loved to watch me dance and rewarded me with tips.
The linden flowed like a rapid stream into my bank balance and out onto the shopping malls just as quick my inventory, tools, clothes, piercing, tattoos grew. At the height of this sadly Karenza left this world, fear of becoming wired ended it for her. The heart break gave away and was replaced by a growing cold in my heart. After weeks of company with friends I had made in the business I was now heavily immersed in I threw myself back into my work.
The teamwork I enjoyed with Kaz had gone, but the skills and flirtatious nature that I had developed ensured I was never without a linden in my bank, more than one to be precise. I had a ceiling I never went under; I steadily increased that to ensure I always had a reserve if I needed it. Five thousand became ten, then Fifteen thousand.
I was on another such early sly morning, wandered into my friend Aeona's club, a cheeky but loving French girl. It was a small club in the sky above a small island. The club had two small dance tables, and a small stage with a dance pole. Upstairs was huge bed it sat in the centre of the room. It looked like more like an arena for some kinky roman games complex.
I used this club to bring in my loyal band of supporters and had frequently had success with this tactic. I had made many friends here Emit, the kinky blonde who frequently won the girl of the week contest, Misty, many more.
On this such early SL morning however a new face, a striking girl named Sam. She was quietly spoken, still had some innocence attached, yearned for learning new things. It was just something about her, in a place filled with beautiful people, for some reason she stood out above the crowd.
In the months that followed we travelled the dark places of SL, earning more money than I ever anticipated. We became partners; we explored and studied the ancient art of BDSM. I learnt the essential elements for a person to submit to someone, and how to maintain that submission. The need attention flowed through my veins like the heroin it was.
Like any junky I was beginning to see the seeds of disillusionment, pondered virtual suicide many times, my mind cast back to Sami every time, she had become the light for me. In the long northern winter our contact diminished we kept our love in tact, tho I had begun to feel the itchiness in my feet.
My head was spinning, I inevitably broke her heart, the heroin of attention, and the feeling of being alone again left me in a bad state of mind. I slowly cut the ties with my former employment, one by one the clients were dropped. I took a stock on my life I finally said goodbye to Karenza, and closed a part of my life.
I now have a different existence, Sami and I regained some of the love and affection we had for each other like virtual soul mates usually do. I make appearances at dance clubs and receive tips more my efforts. I still wear the bad girl tattoo to remind me that I was born bad, tattoos have meaning.
This is the path behind me now, my name is Ozzie, I can be passionate and confident, but the need for attention and my struggle to resist it can breed insecurities. I can be very good at talking to someone and finding the little thing inside them to ignite there desire, a skill I try so hard to resist using, tho it seems at times its a part of me and will bob its head up if I am not thinking.
The blogs I write are no longer about my past, welcome to my present and future. I hope enjoy it as much as I enjoy living it.
Love Oz
I walked down the path leading up to the welcoming area, guided by two steal mesh fences either side of me, I could almost feel the pale brown dirt between my virtual toes. This lead me down to a T junction, the path went two separate ways, another steal mesh fence stopped me from walking into the rocky shores of the island I stood on.
In the coming days and nights I learn how to fly, the art of landing as difficult as I Thought it would be. I learnt how to use maps, communicate and search for items of interest. I met some nice people, living basic, simple but rewarding lives in this crazy place.
I was wandering around the lake next to the popular meeting place called the billabong, along the beach on the edge of the lake, I could feel the water trickling between my toes looking at the empty houses and the eucalyptus tree's, I could feel the serenity of the place. I happen to walk right into this lovely girl’s front yard that backed onto lake.
It was her slice of heaven, a nice large two story house, a person zoomed past on a jet ski, we spoke chatted, she gave me an insight into the size of this virtual world, she gave me basic tips on searching for items, I learnt that the world was my oyster, later it more accurately became my stage.
The little experience planted a seed in me, to get out and explore, I left my serene environment behind, the innocence, the serenity, never looked back and never returned. I wandered in the coming weeks in desolate train stations, and shopping complexes.
It was on such nite, intoxicated from a chilled bottle of "Wyndham Estate Semillon Sauvignon Blanc", in this state of mind I lost my inhibitions and my virtual virginity in the company of all people a European girl called Beth, who worked as an escort, and an English guy who happened to be an underground Disk Jockey.
I woke the next nite standing in her lil one bedroom villa that stood on stilts in a strange water world. There were many villa's surrounding her but not land to be seen as far as the eye could tell.
I was feeling outlandish, I had a new spring in my step, I was over a month old now, my bank balance was empty I remembered the serenity of the banks back at the billabong. I yearned for my own slice of serenity but knew that I couldn’t achieve that without a healthy bank Balance.
It was an early SL morning when I left my water world and rezzed onto an island called "wild point". I was standing on what seemed to be an entrance into what looked like a grand tropical resort complex. Inside was a grand stair case leading to further rooms which bordered the grand resort complex. It was here I met Rhapsody (or Raphs) I sweet but stunning red head who loved to where knee high boots, short skirts. She was a manager and greeter here in a place known as "Bimbo's Place on wild Point Island".
It was owned by Bimbo Princess, she walked the complex like a goddess, and she had long cinnamon coloured hair that rested well below her lower back. She had Managers raphs the greeter, Sika Beck the Traffic Manager, Wendy the talent scout, Amon the BDSM manager and Rada, the big burley Security.
It was in this place I learnt the art of escorting the virtual way, all experts in their own way, I was given information to read, how to present my profile, how to lay out note cards for people to read. It was here that I met on typical sl early morning Karenza DeSantis.
She was quick with her tongue she knew what to say, later I joked she could sell ice to the Eskimo’s; she and Sidney Lang helped me remodel my appearance, my wardrobe or inventory. They advised me on the necessary tools of the trade, what to say, how to look over a person as they entered the room. Soon enough I was earning money dancing on stages around the island, and sleeping in rooms with different partners.
Over the slow dropping sands of time, I had changed from the innocent girl that walked down the path at poden, into a "bad girl" I craved attention it was my heroin. I had a nice bank balance I was in a relationship of sorts with Karenza or Kaz for short; we lived in an oddly shaped skybox. I worked in many different clubs; I had a healthy list of regular clientele, a band of loyal supporters who loved to watch me dance and rewarded me with tips.
The linden flowed like a rapid stream into my bank balance and out onto the shopping malls just as quick my inventory, tools, clothes, piercing, tattoos grew. At the height of this sadly Karenza left this world, fear of becoming wired ended it for her. The heart break gave away and was replaced by a growing cold in my heart. After weeks of company with friends I had made in the business I was now heavily immersed in I threw myself back into my work.
The teamwork I enjoyed with Kaz had gone, but the skills and flirtatious nature that I had developed ensured I was never without a linden in my bank, more than one to be precise. I had a ceiling I never went under; I steadily increased that to ensure I always had a reserve if I needed it. Five thousand became ten, then Fifteen thousand.
I was on another such early sly morning, wandered into my friend Aeona's club, a cheeky but loving French girl. It was a small club in the sky above a small island. The club had two small dance tables, and a small stage with a dance pole. Upstairs was huge bed it sat in the centre of the room. It looked like more like an arena for some kinky roman games complex.
I used this club to bring in my loyal band of supporters and had frequently had success with this tactic. I had made many friends here Emit, the kinky blonde who frequently won the girl of the week contest, Misty, many more.
On this such early SL morning however a new face, a striking girl named Sam. She was quietly spoken, still had some innocence attached, yearned for learning new things. It was just something about her, in a place filled with beautiful people, for some reason she stood out above the crowd.
In the months that followed we travelled the dark places of SL, earning more money than I ever anticipated. We became partners; we explored and studied the ancient art of BDSM. I learnt the essential elements for a person to submit to someone, and how to maintain that submission. The need attention flowed through my veins like the heroin it was.
Like any junky I was beginning to see the seeds of disillusionment, pondered virtual suicide many times, my mind cast back to Sami every time, she had become the light for me. In the long northern winter our contact diminished we kept our love in tact, tho I had begun to feel the itchiness in my feet.
My head was spinning, I inevitably broke her heart, the heroin of attention, and the feeling of being alone again left me in a bad state of mind. I slowly cut the ties with my former employment, one by one the clients were dropped. I took a stock on my life I finally said goodbye to Karenza, and closed a part of my life.
I now have a different existence, Sami and I regained some of the love and affection we had for each other like virtual soul mates usually do. I make appearances at dance clubs and receive tips more my efforts. I still wear the bad girl tattoo to remind me that I was born bad, tattoos have meaning.
This is the path behind me now, my name is Ozzie, I can be passionate and confident, but the need for attention and my struggle to resist it can breed insecurities. I can be very good at talking to someone and finding the little thing inside them to ignite there desire, a skill I try so hard to resist using, tho it seems at times its a part of me and will bob its head up if I am not thinking.
The blogs I write are no longer about my past, welcome to my present and future. I hope enjoy it as much as I enjoy living it.
Love Oz
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