I Was a Second Life Escort

Up until recently, I had a side-gig as an escort at a Second Life establishment. I worked for X-Sisters bar for almost a year on and off. What began as a fun Second Life activity ended with my termination. It was sudden and completely expected. And honestly, it gave me a tremendous sense of relief.

With sex work in Second Life behind me, I thought I’d take a look at how I got started.

In the beginning…

My first experience with Second Life sex work goes back a long time. It started in my early days in the virtual world. I was hanging out Bimboview Estates. This was a time of early exploration which I will return to again and again. It was a formative time in my bimbo journey.

I was just trying to have a good time. But subconsciously, I was testing what it meant to be a bimbo. How I could be the best bimbo I could be. I was new to Second Life and oh so naive. Most of my time was spent collecting free clothing and working on my avatar. I wasn’t having a lot of sex and the sex I had was vanilla. That just wasn’t my priority at the time.

Sitting in an empty Bimboview, I came up with a fun exercise. “What if I deleted the word ‘no’ from my vocabulary?” “What if I only said ‘yes’?” To everything. No matter how vile. No matter how tasteless. There are no consequences in Second Life. What if my response to everything was a giggle followed by “sure”?

Back then I still had my default avatar. If I wasn’t at Bimboview, I was usually looking for free gifts. My social interactions were limited. I didn’t get into a lot of trouble right away. But being a girl who only said yes changed my behaviors and maybe even rewired my brain.

This was intentional to an extent. I wasn’t familiar with the term yet. But I was undergoing my own bimbo transformation. I’m pointing that out because it’s going to be a theme here at Bimbo Luxe. Every bimbo undergoes some form of transformation. It’s about being the best bimbo you can be.

My First Time

I was still pretty new to Second Life. There was a lot I didn’t understand. There I was all by myself. Minding my own business. Probably organizing my outfits. When suddenly, a complete stranger sent me an IM. He told me I was sexy. I said thanks. Then he asked me to visit him. So I giggled and said “sure”.

This stranger, whose name I do not remember, ported me over to his place. It was a dumpy, dirty shack. Every bit of it designed to be disgusting. It was almost beautiful. The attention to detail. Everything there sent a message: This is a place of cheap perversions.

I did as instructed. No matter what. The stranger told me to get in the glory hole. I giggled and said “sure”. He told me I was his toilet. I giggled and said “sure”. He told me to drink his piss. I giggled and felt my mouth fill with warm urine. I don’t remember what all I did that day, but I remember drinking piss.

I know. Ewww.

An Unexpected Thrill

When it was over (it didn’t take long), the stranger gave me a few Lindens. I don’t remember how many. It wasn’t much. He didn’t ask me if I wanted it. Didn’t negotiate prices. The message was that I was a cheap whore. Then he told me to get out so he could take a nap.

Everything I had done up to that point became more exciting in retrospect. I discovered a new and unexpected kink. I liked being treated like a whore. I liked being used. I liked being paid. The amount was irrelevant at the time. There was something extra kinky about being cheap. It took me a while to process what had happened. But I knew I liked it.

I did not immediately follow up on this career path. I looked into it a bit. From what I read online, the hey day of escorting in Second Life had passed. So I moved on to other things. There was still so much to explore in my bimbo journey. So many unexamined kinks. Being a sex worker could wait.

It would be years before I came back to it.

What Now, Whore?

I find myself at the end of my career as a Second Life sex worker. I may come back to it someday… although it sure won’t be at X-Sisters. Never again!

I am going to write about my experiences in future articles. A lot of it will be specific to my months spent at X-Sisters, but not all of it. If you’re considering a career as a Second Life sex worker, hopefully I can provide some useful tips. If you’re wondering what happens behind the scenes, keep reading. I’m going to spill all the tea.

And of course, I’m going to continue writing about other bimbo-related topics. These will include shopping and blogging. I’ll also cover places to hang and how to be a better bimbo. Plus whatever else pops into my blonde head.