The Processing

I was called to begin my sentence last evening.  I had been out dancing with a new friend, who was telling me her story of a lost love.  A few months ago, her former pet… turned equal… simply vanished from SL without a word.  My friend had no idea how much her story resonated with me.

Anyway, after she left for the evening I stopped by the processing facility.  An operator was there… chatting with some people.  As I watched, I saw her walk over to the waiting list computer, pause, and then begin changing clothes… putting on more “operator-like” attire.  I just knew my time was coming.

She stood outside the processing facility and directed me to report, cuffing my hands when I arrived.  Several times, before we started, she gave me the option of prison rather than Banishment.  For me, it was not even a close call.  I knew – for many reasons – that this was my fate.  Banishment.

I only had a couple of minutes to say goodbye.  I was only able to send a few cards to people to handle some of my affairs while I serve my sentence.  I’m so sorry to my friends I left before being able to say farewell.  I will try to sneak you a notecard now and then to let you know I am ok.

One of the people I sent a card to was Miss Button… asking her to keep my stall for me at the Farm.  She IM’d me quickly before processing began to let me know not to worry about my stall there.  I know it sounds silly… but it meant so much for me to know that.

As for the processing itself… I am sworn to secrecy.  I must confess, though… nervousness led to surrender, which led to excitement, especially after my banesuit was fitted on me.  Literally skin tight, it completely exposes my every curve to whoever sees me.  At the same time, it protects me from the outside world… holding me safely.  My operator ran her hands over my body after the banesuit was attached.  She is absolutely stunning… beautiful red hair and such perfect legs.  To be touched by her like that would have been so erotic… so arousing… I longed for it in the moment.  Except that… I couldn’t feel it.  The banesuit… cutting off all sensation from the outside.  I could not even feel myself.

Then… I was released.  My sentence started… 96 SL hours.  In RL time, I realize I may be spending months serving my sentence.  It is my fate… something I know I need to do.  I only need to remember to be at peace with my custodian, so as not to extend my sentence much with violations.

Outside the facility, there was a familiar face.  One of my sweetest friends – Spikeheel Starr – who had just finished serving a sentence a few weeks ago.  I can’t contact her and she can’t contact me, but just seeing her there meant so much… and she knows it.  Love you Spikey, so much!

It was so late by now, so I found my way to a tree in an open meadow… nothing around and hopefully no one traveling by when I wake up.  Curling up under the branches, I drifted to sleep.