With the Ladies at the Horse Auction

Kwai, Lexi, Isabella and I at the Horse Auction

It just so happens that Isabella and Kwai share an interest in Amaretto Horses. Today Isabella was putting up a few for auction so I invited myself along. Lexi was into Amaretto Horses herself at one time - she is a breedable tiger person now - but I asked her along as well. I don't often get several of my ladies together at one time so this was a bit of a minor event for us.

Kwai doing a demo of the new 'Property of Bernard' Halter Top.

This was also a great chance to show off Lexi's creation the 'Property of Bernard' Halter Top. All three ladies were rather striking in them. I doubt if I'll be giving out too many of these at this point.

Isabella Wikifoo in my collar.

Besides, with Kwai, Lexi and Isabella what more could this man want? Another 100,000 linden? Don't worry, already working on that.









So very much has happened...

I've been a bit neglectful of this blog lately; I have had so much going on within Second Life that I barely have time for many things. Right now part of me is struggling to find the words to express so much of what has been happening.

I have been aggressively working to promote my photographic business within Second Life. To a lot of people this virtual world is just some sort of game. Let me say this, it is no longer 'just a game' when you can start pulling real money out of what you do there. There are people who make Real Life Livings off what they do in Second Life. It only takes hard work, dedication and a bit of creativity. I do my photography with just this sort of passion and drive and it is starting to pay me back.

The entrance sign for a small collection of images I have at the Castle Ivana.

I photograph women and I do a very good job of photographing them. Quite frankly it is the only images I really want to shoot. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I sincerely love the company of women. In Second Life it is not a bad market decision though. According to some information I found from Linden Lab women spend about six times more on the appearance of their avatars than men do. It only stands to reason that they might be willing to pay for pictures of their hard efforts.

Lexi Ceryos

There are a lot of photographers in Second Life; it doesn't take much to become a photographer. All you need to do is find the snapshot control and you'll be off and running. In order to be an exceptional photographer it takes passion. You need to put your desire and energy into the images you take. The mark of a professional though is when you can do this upon demand and manage a profit. I am starting to see those profits.

Lexi Ceryos and Kwaibebe Kaventipovic join me in a picture.

This sort of work does not mean that I can't have some fun and even take some personal joy from my images. The fact of the matter is that it does not seem like 'work' to me at all. I would do this even if I didn't collect one linden. I think one of the secrets to success in life, Real or Second, is when you can finally make a living by not working at all. When work becomes play you have discovered one of the keys to happiness.

Ivana dancing with me one fine morning.

Life can have a funny way of changing the whole face of your existence very suddenly. Sometimes this can be in a traumatic fashion such as a car accident or the unexpected death of a loved one. Sometimes, if you are fortunate, it can be a euphoric change. In this case think of discovering that somebody you had thought you had lost is still there waiting.

Kwai and I have found a very comfortable home in Honey Isle and at Castle Ivana. I do enjoy the company of the ladies and Kwai enjoys her new role in Second Life. I imagine I would have been just fine if things had continued like this. The thing is fate had a different plan for me.

Please meet Isabella Wikifoo

Isabella Wikifoo

I've been working to expand my photographic business. I'm trying to move it into the Second Life modeling industry more; there is a potential for Real Money in commercial photography within Second Life. Quite a bit of this work involves doing product shots with female models. To cut a long, complicated story to a shorter story I had known one of these models once. She isn't just any model either; she might be one of the most talented and awarded models within Second Life.

I had first met Isabella Wikifoo about three years ago. I had actually met Isabella before I met Rocksie Slade. The fact is Rocksie might have been my first wife in Second Life but Isabella had been my first love in Second Life. Eventually I had to make a choice between the two ladies and I picked Rocksie then. I can still painfully remember the day Isabella parted from me for what I thought would be forever.

From what seems like another life now.

I don't want to say that all of my time with Rocksie Slade was anything bad. There was some very real love there for a very long time. Things change though and she found another man she valued more than me. I'm past the pain of that now.

So just recently I reached out again to Isabella. I fully expected her to slap my hand away and tell me she had no time for me. That didn't happen. We talked and we danced and we began to know each other again. We both found out that there was something still there even after three years. We had both grown as people while we were on our different pathes.

Kwai and Isabella

We both also found out how willing we were to share each other's lives. She has befriended Kwaibebe so very much and so very much to my delight. The fact that they can be friends only makes this so much more important to me.

It eventually came to a moment of decision for me. I had recently had a conversation with somebody in which she told me she had been restricted by her Master. I'm not sure exactly why but that made the decision for me. So last Friday, the 25th, Isabella took off the collar of her former Master and then kneeled in front of me to accept mine. She did so with love and tenderness that I never expected. My very first decision as her Master was to partner her immediately. Yes, we will have a marriage ceremony in the near future. Kwai is helping me to find the ring for that. Right now though, I want the whole world to know that Isabella Wikifoo wears my collar and is mine.

10 Days Ago

The auburn haired woman came up behind Bernard Broono with the silent grace of her training as a pleasure slave. She lowered herself to her knees and looked out into the same night sky that Bernard seemed to be peering into. The only sound around them was the crashing of the ocean waves nearby their balcony overlooking the see.

The slave turned her head slightly to look at the man, her Master, standing beside her. He seemed an imposing figure in his suit and hat. He also seemed troubled to her.

"What troubles you Master?"

He continued looking out into the night sky. His eyes intently watching something nobody else could see. It was almost as though he did not know the beautiful slave was kneeling beside him.

"I received a message today Kwai."

"What sort of message Master?"

He took a cigar out of his coat pocket, carefully trimmed it and then contemplated it as though there was a message hidden within it.

"She is being put up for auction."

The slave, Kwai, felt an almost electric sensation in his voice. There was a tension to what he was saying and she could feel he was coming to some sort of decision. She then watched as he lit the cigar he was holding and he put it to his mouth. The glowing tip of it cast a gleam over his face as he puffed on it.

"What are you going to do Master?"

He exhaled a cloud of white smoke and said nothing. His eyes seemed lost for a moment as they continued their vigil of the night skies. The slave turned to look down at her hands resting on her knees; she bit her lip slightly.

"Buy her Master."

Bernard broke his stare from the sky and turned to look at the kneeling slave. The hint of a smile broke across his face. He reached out and gently touched the top of her head.

"Very bold of you slave, telling your Master what he should do."

She turned her head to look up into his eyes. In the star light he observed that a small tear had formed in the corner of one of her eyes. He could see a quiver in her lips.

"You have lost so much recently Master; first your wife and then Aprilla. It does not seem fair to me. I am here for you and love you but also know that you are a man of insatiable appetite. I only wish Master to be happy."

He turned back toward the rumbling sea. His eyes again cast themselves out to the night sky. They seemed lost for a moment in the stars above. He then looked at the glow of the cigar in his hand, contemplating the heat of it.

"I'll buy her. If it is the last thing I ever do, I'll have her in my arms. I don't care about the cost. I'll make her mine."

Bernard turned away from the sight of the crashing waves and walked into his house. The slave sat alone in the dark for a moment and felt some quiet satisfaction in helping Master make his decision. She knew him very well.

He would have Ivana.