After a relatively painless TP back to my place, my first order of business was to see if I could persuade Jill to relog in the normal viewer. She was determined that no matter what, she’d stay in RLV and I didn’t push the point. I knew her restraints well and knew I could get her out of them without leaving RLV; knowing my own feelings about `cheating’ it could well have been worse for her to do the five minute relog detach dance than it would be for me to take an hour or so getting her out of her restraints. Jill’s wellbeing took precedence over my sleep, the next day was Sunday anyway.
The first order of business was to sort out the helmet; the lag in Bondage Ranch had wigged it out pretty bad, it just wasn’t responding as it should. This was pretty much the crunch point, if the helmet came off the scene was over. It wasn’t Jill’s decision to make, not was it Jack’s. I was the top, albeit in a caretaker capacity, so the decision rested with me.
I’d just like to reflect on this a moment; the bottoms is not always in a good position to give a correct assessment of the situation. In my RL experience there have been many occasions where I’d quite happily spend the rest of the day suspended from the rafters, but there are health issues to consider and the euphoria I’m feeling at the time blocks all that out. I keep coming back to this point, the top must always be in control, always.
I unlocked the helmet and told Jill to take it off. Freed from that, she could at least communicate and see. There was still the problem of the cuffs and the bouncing leashes but that’s okay, at least Jill’s free to talk now.
I encouraged her to do so, I had my work cut out picking the locks so once I’d gotten Jill to set it up so they could be picked, I encouraged her to rant away, and rant she did. My imperative was to help Jill through this; that she hadn’t failed and it’s perfectly okay to be pissed off. Of course I had to inhibit my Shuggi’ll fix it attitude; this wasn’t about fixing. It was about giving Jill a punching bag to pour out all her frustrations.
The cuffs took an hour to pick, longer than I’d have liked, however the goal was achieved. Jill’s free of restraints and still running RLV. My job wasn’t done though, this is a scene that ended badly, support must be provided; that is non-negotiable. This isn’t a damned computer game, what many fail to understand. There’s no save game feature where you can pick it up with the state the same as it was before. This needed doing here and now.
Aftercare. Yes, it was pretty much immediately after this episode I blogged about the scarcity of aftercare in SL and how utterly atrocious that state of affairs is. I’d just like to re-iterate that Jack set the stage by asking me to look out for Jill, he did the correct and responsible thing. Okay, it went bad, but at least he did what he could to make sure that someone was there for Jill.
I’ll not go in to what went on, suffice to say I’m not the world’s best cuddler; I have issues getting close to people. I took Jill to one of the few places in SL where I can cuddle all night and held her till she was more or less okay. I owed it to her as much as I owed it to Jack.
I logged, I fell in my pit utterly exhausted and slept a dreamless sleep.
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