My day began harmless by doing regular FFU work as starting a transformation on a willing girl. I was already awake and stimulated from the plays i had in the last 24 hours. So i wasn´t able to find sleep and kept concentration on my FFU advances and training concepts. The young brat who asked me for training, enjoyed my doings on her.
She got a nice bimbo introduction by hypnosis and a sexy body-molding at our hospital.
Old friends visited FFU and i played like in my older, nearly forgotten days. New guests got tours around our new buildings and explanations about the new equipment around.
My Mistress was not in-world this time, so i was fully concentrated to serve FFU guests and dominants there.
At the late evening, my beloved owner and Mistress came by. I was so happy to sit by her, as we relaxed and talked with other Misses like Maxi, Ceiri and Reanne at our gathering spot.
Stupidly i asked Mistress Nolan, for wearing and testing my fresh bought Bad-Day-Skirt, wich includes cruel and humiliating RLV features.
After a little tricky setup of the cloth, Miss Ceiri was able to demonstrate the possibilities and treatments with.
The Misses decided, i have to wear the outfit during the next two days, all RLV sensors full activated. Resistance was not welcome at this point.
The Misses had fun the whole night long by talking with each other, while i felt dramatically restricted and in permanent danger, remembering what Miss Ceiri showed up before on me.
Molesting and abuse started quickly, as dominants recognized the pretty popular violation-skirt. So i got forced in many several sex-poses and rough, brutal abused, dozens of times.
I got bondaged hard and gagged by duct-tape, movements were made impossible by cruel RLV settings, the skirt offered them. Also i was unable to see the names of other people, got blindfolded in absolute darkness for hours and cut off from any communication like chat or IM. My contact list cleared rapidly since many people got offended by the "*** IM blocked by sender's viewer"-message they got after starting an IM to me. I assume, they thought i would block them like a "mute"-flagging.
They abused hard all of my holes, wordless and brutal, blindfolded and blackscreened me for hours, made any moving impossible, disabled my edit-object possibility and started all other cruel features of RLV, the skirt offered them.
More and more i felt like an object. Used and abused, then thrown away rude. Frustration and the growing pain on my soul caused a dangerous swelling anxiety in me.
I felt worthless and deprived of my reputation. Reduced to be just a dumb sex-object for cheap abuse and no further ambitious deployment.
While slumping down the bar of humanity, the laughs about me started hurting irresistible deep inside me. I was not longer able to make a difference between participation on a running roleplay and real shown disrespect of the watching crowd.
I felt facing a wall of hatred and scorn.
14 hours later, without sleep, food or any sensemaking activity, my mind and will was broken. My heart got cold and i sank down on the floor. While FFU became filled up with motivated people, my glazed body appeared like scrap, loveless abandoned in a corner.
Motionless and frustrated, sored and mistreated, i suffered mental agony.
After 22 hours non-stop restriction, without logging out or being AFK, i limped to the gathering spot and made a pathetic shameful drama in front of many Misses, Sirs and girls. My emotions were collapsed and i wanted quit and forget all i did the last years. Miss Graves popped up by IM and talked with me about. Her few words were very needed and showed success just by reflecting and observing the situation and causes for my ridiculous eruption and preceded breakdown.
I was ashamed after i got back some parts of freedom. My Mistress is already holding the keys from the cruel skirt i wear and so i felt unable to take it off.
After i slept for a few hours, my shame increased extremely.
I had immediately and deep minded to apologize by all the wonderful people who spent their time and effort while playing and socializing at FFU day by day. I annoyed the ones, who formed and make FFU a very, very unique and atmospheric space and playground for BDSM-Roleplay and Forced Transformation.
After sending out a group-notice declaring my apologies and naming the reasons for my crash-down, i walked to the gathering place and moved into the display cage there.
Standing in a glass-cage, the begging for forgiveness in big letters below my feet, i ended up after all.
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