SUGAR BUSH RANCH

Hi gang.  This week I went to a new SIM opening up on the grid.  Sugar Bush Ranch.  It's a place to hang out, meet people, dance, explore, and swing.  That's right.  I said it.  Swing.  It's open sex and open fun.  So let's hear from the owners themselves about this great new SIM.

I spoke directly to the owners, Med and Saph who were kind enough to show me the highlights of the SIM.

Mitch: So what is Sugar Bush?

Med: Sugar Bush Ranch is a place for swingers and like minded people who enjoy adult fun in a public setting.

Saph: We are not just a sex sim.  We encourage people to come and join us for music and other events, ride horseback on our trails, watch movies in our outdoor theater and take pictures as well.

Mitch: What inspired you to start the SIM?

Saph: The sim idea was started by our love of sharing with other people and wanted something people could enjoy but in a comfortable setting with no pressures or pre existing expectations having to do with sex.

Med: We wanted something different however, a lot of swinger and public places are in a beach setting and we both love the country so Sugar Bush Ranch came into being.

Mitch: What can people do on the ranch?

Saph: The better question here is what people can't do LOL. People are welcome here to have sex, swing, go walking or horse back riding, bike riding, enjoy a bonfire with friends or music and dancing or just take beautiful pictures. We also encourage people to share their photos on the Sugar Bush Ranch flickr group as well.

Mitch: What are you finding the most exciting part of Sugar Bush so far?

Med: So far...... the people that we have met. I love hearing peoples reactions to the sim and hearing idea's and feed back.

Mitch: Do you plan to have sister SIMs or partnerships?

Med: Currently we have what you may call a sister sim with Swing Away another Swingers sim which is a fabulous community with amazing members.

Saph: We are also partnering with WS Creations who have provided some spectacular items for our members to play on and we can not wait to see what they come out with next.

Mitch: What do you want people to take way from Sugar Bush?

Saph: A sense of family. We want the people who come here to enjoy the sim and its benefits in a way that compliments their personal relationships and play styles. Our biggest rule here is Respect. Respect your personal rules, other people and our rules.


Mitch:  Do you have any social media pages?

Med: We have a Flickr group under the name Sugar Bush Ranch and yes we will be creating further social media sites.

https://www.flickr.com/groups/4106270@N20/

Mitch:  Any plans for the future?

Saph:  We have SO many plans. We are going to be expanding our trails for further riding and playing experiences so stay tuned and come to the Ranch!!!

I want to thank Med and Saph for having me over and letting me get a good look at this exciting new SIM and all the possibilities it holds.  The community there seems to be growing fast and the energy is undeniable.  If you like hanging out, music, fun, sex, swinging, or just lovely scenery, Sugar Bush is for you.

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lilac%20Island/182/73/22

Interview by: MysterMitch Resident

Photos by: Serenitee.Bliss

https://www.flickr.com/photos/28090526@N03

HER NEEDS

She looked at him there, kneeling down and taking his time to make each stroke of the brush perfect.  His attention to detail so sharp and yet delicate.  Her heart swelled in her chest but she pushed it down and stayed still.  He wouldn’t like it if she moved just now.  It took every ounce of her will, but she did just as he wanted and sat there, in the chair dressed in clothes he picked out, while he painted her nails the color of his desire.  Never had she known a man like him, but she would give him anything just to see him happy.

                He stood, finished at last and stepping back to admire her.  She could feel his eyes on her body even as she blushed and looked away.  His gaze often made her feel so vulnerable, even when fully dressed.  Here before him now, she knew she would fall into that gaze in full surrender.      His fingers brushed her cheek and tilted her head up to look him in the eye.  Those dark eyes that danced with hunger she hoped she had inspired. 

                “Don’t look away.  There is beauty in your eyes.”  His smile warmed her even as his eyes sucked away the last bits of her resistance.  Her breathing deepening as he ran his fingers along her shoulder and arm.  The simple touch done so carefully it made the hairs stand on end.

                Taking her hand, he helped her up.   Guiding her to the bed and laying her down. His fingers on her skin, tracing her curves of her body as she watched those wicked eyes.  Her back arching, fingers gripping the sheets at the lightness of his caress along her sides and hips.  How she longed for him.  How she needed him. 

                She watched as he rolled onto his back.  Leaning up beside him, her newly polished nails raking along his skin now.  Taking the same time and care as he had.  Tracing his chest and shoulders, noting the strength in them as she felt herself tremble in anticipation.  She knew he wouldn’t kiss her yet.  That reward came later, but for now she enjoyed the simple pleasure of awakening his body.  Making him want her as much as she wanted him.

                Her breath caught in her chest as he pushed her over.  Taking her arms and pinning them above her head.  His strength always making her swell with desire.  He didn’t ask.  He never asked.  He moved her like a doll.  Hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, lips at her ear, whispering his desires.  Her eyes closing, letting her focus on his touch as he brushed his fingertips along her flesh.   Moans now filling the room as his touch finally reaches the soft wet mound of her panties.  She wanted him to rip them off, but it wasn’t time yet.  She knew he would make her wait.  Make her beg.  Struggling was pointless.  His grip on her wrists was firm, and if she did pull away he would stop and deny her more.  His fingers teased her. toyed with her lips through the thin fabric.  Brushed her clit in soft circles that made her back arch and her toes curl into the sheets. 

                She was his toy after all.  He pulled her up, resting her down upon his thigh.  The rough jeans contrasting the silk panties, making the sensation almost unbearable as she began to grind.  She stretched her arms, now released from his grip.  One moving between her legs to stabilize herself there, the other on his thigh moving ever closer to his prominent bulge.  He took hold of her wrists, stopping her hand’s ascent.  She whimpered but understood.  Nothing was hers until given to her by him.  She turned, looking into his eyes as she moved along his leg.  Pushing and grinding against him as her breath rasped and mingled with deep moans of pleasure.  She edged closer to her release, hoping he would grant it to her, and knowing if he didn’t, she would beg.  She always did.

Story by:  MysterMitch Resident

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Hardwood Bed

::WS:: Pamper Chair

Models:  MysterMitch Resident

Belinastregina

GET YOUR FREAK ON

Well gang, it’s time to put that freak flag on!  Its review time and I am taking a look at the Whore Store’s Cum Dispenser.  I’ve searched for another cum dispenser and I have to say that this may just be a one of a kind.  Just what you may be looking for to push that Dom RP right over the sexy edge.

So let’s get right to it.

Like everything in the WS store, the cum dispenser stands out as a thing of beauty.  The detailing is wonderful and the textures are first rate.  It’s gonna look amazing in your dungeon, study, or playroom. 

The poses are broken into two categories.   Consumer, well you can just use your imagination on what that means.  And Provider, which is just what I liked doing.  The animations are top notch and are bound to get even the freakiest of us hot and bothered.  Being a Dom, I truly appreciated the way I could watch the action from multiple angles independent from the consumer’s animations.  It was surprisingly appealing to have my own set of poses separate from hers.

The Cum Dispenser is also compatible with many of the top cocks on the market. 

Aeros 
[Depraved] 
ER Ares 
Midnight Lotus 
Powerhaus 
Psicorp 
!QYN 
Royal 
Sensations 
SKNK (including Bento) 
VAW 
XCite!

There is a special attachment for women to have their fluids pulled from them and added to the dispenser.

The dispenser will track statistic as well.  Keep track of how much cum your sub ingests, how many providers have given deposits, and rankings for frequency of use. 

Though the cum dispenser is well put together and product, it is so unique many will probably not understand it or have a use for it.  But it’s the unique nature of the product that makes it a must have for any Dom wishing to add a new edge or flare to their basket of tricks.

FINAL VERDICT: I give the cum dispenser 4 out of 5 Cocks.

Until next time.  Keep your freak flag raised.

Mitch

Products Shown  ::WS:: Cum Dispenser

Models Used:  Tika Yakubu

MysterMitch Resident

SUSPENDED..

 Dustin crossed the threshold and stopped, holding his breath and listening for the faint sounds of her.  Satisfied by the silence, he turned and dropped his briefcase on the floor. The clack of the feet on the tile enough to alert her he was home.  The corners of his mouth twisting up into a smile at the clinking of the chains.
    It had been a long day, and he knew she was waiting for him just as he instructed.  His shoes clicked on each step as he ascended slowly, giving his girl time to anticipate her Master's arrival.  He paused again as she came into view.  A vision of red, from her hair to his favorite pair of lingerie.

 "Girl, did you miss me today?"  His voice was firm but soft.
    She looked at him, eyes dark and tempting.  "Yes Sir."
    Her voice is weak, exhausted from the post's unforgiving reach.  His hands caress her stomach, making her jump and the chains rattle.  Her eyes pleading for release, but the words never escaping her lips.  And they wouldn't.  She knew she would rest when he was sated.
    "Come."  Dustin moves to release the chain from it's hook, catching her as she stumbles into his arms. He holds her, feeling the tremble in her body as she leans on him for support.
    "You did well, Girl."  His hand strokes her back tenderly as she smiles up into his eyes.
    "Thank you Sir."  she closes her eyes and he kisses her, a reward for the first of her completed tasks.

   "Do you need to rest?" His question is sincere, but moot.
    With a deep breath she straightens her back and looks him in the eye with conviction that speaks of love. "Not until Master is done with me."
    His smile makes her flush.  Taking her by the hand he leads her to the crane, pulling down the chains with a loud screech.  He turns to reach for her, but her arms are already outstretched.  Her eyes on him, watching for each of his physical cues.  The clasps fit with a clink and he tugs them to check they are secure.  With a slow turn of the handle the chains begin to draw her arms up, over her head again.  His aching need swelling a bit as he hears her whimpers escape those perfect lips.
    "You are a vision, Girl."  With a final turn her feet leave the ground and the weight of her shifts and swings before him.

    He moves to watch her, the rise and fall of her chest, the flush of her cheeks, the line of sweat between her breasts.  Nothing escaping his notice.  He moves to caress her arms with the backs of his fingers, being rewarded with the soft moan from her lips.  He presses his body to hers, kissing her neck as his hunger takes control.  She is his.  Here and now.

Story by:  MysterMitch

Models:  MysterMitch, Mariah Vandeverre

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Suspension Crane

                           ::WS:: Bondage Post

WE'RE BACK

                William moved through the house with a light step that defied the importance of his endeavors.  He glided from one room to the next, parting the curtains and opening up the windows to let air into the muggy rooms.  A thick layer of dust covered everything in sight.  Covers had smartly been placed on the furniture before they left the estate.  No one had known how long they would be gone, so they had left the place with care.

                Pulling the sheet off the Lady’s chair with a quick jerk sent particles in the air.  William had no time to watch them dance in the light as he moved to the cupboard.  Taking the pillow out and setting it just to the side of the foot of the chair for the Lady’s girl.  How often had he envied her?  Sitting at Lady Pearl’s feet, her prized one above all others.  He ran his fingers over the soft fabric and then turned back to his chores.  He was far too old to be getting up and down from a pillow.  He still served the Lady in his own way, and he knew his value.

                Taking the remaining sheets and pushing them into the laundry, William moved to the next task at hand.  Pulling out his keys, the large ring would confuse most but he knew them all by heart, he slid the notched key into the study door and unlocked it with a soft click.  Looking about for prying eyes and finding none, he pushed the door open just enough to enter and closed it soundly with another turn of the lock.  The Lady’s private study was a well-guarded secret.  The lighting was dim, so William took a moment to let his eyes adjust as he glanced around at the bench and cross.  Both would need his attention before the Lady could use them. 

                Opening the cabinet, William pulled the small can of oil and the cleaning cloth out and set to work.  Each had to be polished and prepared.  The Lady took pride in her things, both in possessions and people.  He shuddered this time, picturing the girl on the cross as he applied the oil to the leather.  What pleasures would she endure at the Lady’s touch?  Even he did not know what happened in the room.  Only those who serviced the Lady’s particular desires were ever allowed in the study with her.  He leaned against the cross and took in the scent of the wood and closed his eyes.  His cheeks flushing at the thought of the Lady’s fingers on the girl, then on him.  Snapping his eyes open and standing, shaking the image from his head.  That wasn’t his place.  He adjusted his erection and finished his work on the apparatus in the room.

                Moving out of the study again, checking that no one was watching as he closed the door and took several breaths to ease the aching in his pants.  The relief was short lived as he turned to walk out the French doors onto the large stone path that lead to the pool.  Lady Pearl sat at the edge of the pool, hand in her girl’s hair as she pushed the girl’s face between her legs.  Her back arched, mouth open.  If William had been closer he was sure he would hear those lips moaning in ways he had always longed to be responsible for.  His cock swelled again as he froze in place and watched the scene play out before him.  His Lady’s back arched, hips rocking, hand gripping the hair of her girl as her legs start to tremble.  The scream of her girl’s name filled his ears as his own cock twitched and leaked a spot on his pressed pants.  The Lady’s body relaxing and falling back on the white marble poolside.  William’s gaze turned to Her girl climbing out of the pool, the water dripping off her naked body as she lays down next to her love.  Holding each other as the Lady’s breathing returned to normal.  William couldn’t take his eyes off the gentle up and down of her perfect breasts in the sun.

                William turned to leave, stopping when he heard his name. “William, a moment.”

                She was up now, moving the distance between them in her cat like grace.  He diverted his eyes from her naked body, trying his best to breath as she neared him.  Her girl close behind, equally nude making his efforts nearly impossible.  If they noticed his swollen bulge they didn’t acknowledge it.  He was thankful for that.

                She stopped before him, reaching out and tipping his chin up to look her in the eyes.  Those eyes, the deepest pools of lavender he had ever seen.  His voice almost broke as he spoke, “How may I serve you my Lady?”

“Send out invitations to everyone. It’s time they know we are back.”

Story by:  MysterMitch

Models: ladyvyolet pearl; Kajol Nanadahar

Furniture used: ::WS:: Beach Lounge

                         ::WS:: Bondage Bench

                         ::WS:: Bondage Cross

Happy New Year!

"I did tell you we'd be the first ones here, Kim."

"Yes, yes you did, but I like being on time, you know that."
With a smile, Jake offers his hand to Kim and guides her into the Dungeon. They don't regularly find the time to come here, but when they do, it's always a good time. And this time, they couldn't miss the party. Kim adjusts her dress a little, reveling in the formal wear, feeling it the perfect occation to shine.
"You look fabulous, Jakey," she whispers, running a hand through his hair. "You'll look even better after midnight, when all you'll be wearing is that bow tie..."

~

Back at the club, it seems like it was ages when Jessi first came here with Gemma. It feels like a second home, the people here her friends now. She looks at Gemma in her sexy, sleek dress, her skin showing through the thin straps along the sides, and proudly grabs hold of her hand.
"Did I ever tell you how happy I am you brought me here?" she asks quietly, as she squeezes Gemma's hand a little.
Gemma simply leans forward and kisses her, fingers tracing the delicate lacework at her neck of the dress.
"How about you show me, later on?"
Blushing with excitement, Jessi nods, pressing herself against her Miss' curves as she scans the room and spots Kim and Jake.
"I think I can do that, Miss. For now, though, would you like a drink before we join our friends?"

~

With His hand on the small of her back, Marcus and Dinah enter the Dungeon. It's crowded, but in a good way. The atmosphere is cheerful and everyone looks gorgeous, very different from the normal fetish wear. Dinah looks up at Marcus, in his dinner suit, and smiles proudly. He catches her smile, and leans forward, whispering in her ear in a dark, deep voice, "You are... very alluring in that dress, girl."
Dinah clings to Him, acutely aware of the amount skin she is showing when she walks. His gaze falls on her exposed legs, and he looks at her with a predatory look.
"Oh, I am going to enjoy unwrapping you later, baby."
Dinah mews, knowing He is not at all kidding, and breathlessly nods.

~

"It is so good to see you!" Gemma greets Marcus and Dinah, hugging them both. "Jessi, Kim and Jake are already over there, having a drink. Come on over."
With the group together, it seems like time flies. A photographer comes over, asking them if they'd like to have a picture taken, and they grin knowingly. It would be nice to have a picture of all of them together, while they're still dressed nicely.
It is almost time, bottles of champagne are about to pop everywhere. "Grab a glass, Jakey. Gemma, Marcus, here you are. Dinah, champagne?"
With a mischievous grin, Jessi holds the bottle while they count down. At midnight, the bottle pops open, glasses are filled, and they toast. 

"Cheers!"
"To another year together!"
"Happy New Year, sweeties!"
"Oh this is good champagne."
"Just this one glass darling, this night has only just begun."

~

Best wishes, and to another great year!
Kim & Jake, Gemma & Jessi and Marcus & Dinah

And of course the entire WS Creations team!
With love from
Viara, Kushi, Dani, Ali, Exxxquisite, Cy and Voice

Styling, photography and story: Voice Restless
Models: AnneMarie Somersley & ForeignThoughts Resident

WS Furniture used:
::WS:: Mistress Chair
::WS:: Bondage Bench
::WS:: Slave Cushion
 

Giving Thanks

It was a quiet day. One of those perfect, lazy days that allow you to rest and find peace. Thanksgiving had come and go, and with it the hustle and bustle of family and feasts. And I do feel peaceful now, as the glow of the fire warms me and I read quietly. Glancing down every now and then, I see Dinah rifling through her magazine. I enjoy her plump bottom in those lacy see-through panties, and the thigh socks make her look younger than her years. She looks cute, biting her lip as she studies an article about some yoga practices. She has been exceptionally good lately, and I reach out to pet her hair before returning to my book. 

I hear her sigh for the umpteenth time -  she's been growing more and more restless over the past hour, changing her position, rolling from one side to the other. With a little smile, I close the book. I was wondering how long it would be before she would crave attention. Crave more than simply being together in the same room. Settling a bit deeper in my chair, I prepare to pull her into my lap. But first... 
"Sweetheart, get me a cup of coffee, please."
Without looking up, she mumbles, "No."
I raise an eyebrow. This is not something that happens often, and I was not expecting it in the least. 
"Dinah, get me a cup of coffee, girl."
Lifting her chin defiantly, she shakes her head. "No."
With furrowed brow, I slip the book between the pillows of the chair. 
"Move that pillow, girl. Kneel for me."
Painstakingly slowly, she closes the magazine and places the pillow on top of it before sitting down on her knees before me.

Her attitude surprises me, confuses me even. There's no defiance in the way she kneels before me, with rounded shoulders and closed knees. No, if anything she seems as confused as I am. 
"What is this, Dinah? You have been such a good girl lately, and now. this."
She looks up ever so slightly, making eye contact only for a moment, and it hits me. In a soft voice, I ask her, "Do you need to feel again, little girl?"
Almost imperceptibly, she nods, wringing her hands in her lap. 
"Do you need a  little reminder of how our relationship works? Of what your place is?"
She takes a deep, shuddering breath and so softly I almost can't hear it, she whispers, "Please, Sir."
I reach out to her, and hesitantly, she takes my hand. I pull her towards me and gently caress her hair.
With a quick tug on her wrist, she falls over my lap. As I rest my hand on her bottom, her fingertips grab hold of my trousers. "This is going to hurt, girl, but it's for your own good."

Quickly and lightly I spank her. I rest my forearm against her chest and place my hand firmly on her shoulder, holding her struggling form against me. As her skin colours from pale to pink, she digs her fingers into my thigh, clinging onto my leg.  
She seems to sink into my thighs, becoming softer and softer as I spank her harder. Her breathing quickens and she closes her eyes, arching her back. My hand falls again and again, her skin turns blotchy red with each resounding smack. I can see the shape of my hand appearing on her bottom, and the sight is oddly pleasing. The pain, however, doesn't seem to be doing it...
"Silly little girl," I growl to her, tilting her chin up with my forearm, "Instead of simply asking, she disobeys me." 
And, while the pain seems to be something she can soak up, experience and surrender to, my words make a deeper impact. I see silent tears running down her cheeks and I know this is going in the right direction. I rub her skin, feeling the heat come off her, and she wiggles restlessly on my lap. Releasing her shoulder, I slowly help her off my lap. "Lean over the couch now, girl."
She gingerly crawls over to the couch, stretching out her arms over the seat. I leave her there for a few minutes, before sitting down on one knee behind her.

I hold her hip, and slowly rub her red hot bum. 
"You know you can always ask for anything, girl."
I see her nodding, pressing her face into the cushions. I land a sharp slap on the back of her thigh. With a low groan, she lifts her head, muttering, "I know, Sir, I know."
"Do you think I'll ignore it when you ask?"
A small sob, and she shakes her head. "No... no Sir."
My hand is on her again, slowly rubbing the ache away. Her see-through panties don't appear to have protected her skin very much at all. 
"Then why did you chose to disappoint me?"
She takes a deep, shivering breath and I hear her stutter before she finally starts to cry, wrapping her arms around her head to hide her face. 
In the blink of an eye, I get up and sit down on the couch, pulling her upper body against me, rubbing her shoulder instead of her bum, now. 

As she cries into my sweater, I hold her, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. 
"It's ok, Dinah, you did very well. You're a good girl, I know you're a good girl."
She wraps her arms around my waist and holds me like a little girl. I pet her hair, her face, her neck and shoulders till she calms down. The sobs slowly stop, and her breathing evens. 
"I know it's hard to ask, baby," I finally say, matter of fact-like. 
"Are you... are you disappointed in me?"
Her voice is so soft, I could easily pretend to have missed it. I can't help but smile, though, and I pull her onto the couch, lay her against my body. She is glowing, warmth coming off her in waves as she snuggles against my chest. 
"I can never be disappointed for long, Dinah. I'd prefer it if you asked for what you need, though - we've talked about this."
She nods, again, and says quietly "Asking is hard, Sir."
I wrap my arm around her and hold her close, kissing the top of her head. "I know, sweetheart. And until you learn, we'll just have to spank you every now and then."With a sigh, she closes her eyes, and the word slips out before she even realizes she said it.

Styling, photography and erotica: Voice Restless
Models: AnneMarie Somersley & ForeignThoughts Resident

WS Furniture used: 
From the ::WS:: Classical Master Living room set:
 ::WS:: Master Couch
 ::WS:: Classic Armchair - Master
 ::WS:: Slave Cushion