Game night got a little… derailed? 😅 We were supposed to be running a new D&D one-shot, but Chris started describing the villain’s lair in such detail, all dark stone and chains, and I just blurted out, ‘That sounds like the perfect place to get tied up and used.’

Three hours later, we were both naked on the living room floor, taking turns riding a strap-on while pretending to be captured adventurers being ‘interrogated’ by a sadistic dungeon master. We had a safeword, of course! (It was ‘natural 20’). The fantasy of being completely at the mercy of a cruel, whimsical entity who doesn’t care about our safeword or limits is just… chef’s kiss. The idea of being ordered to suck a stranger’s cock while the other watches, or being told we can only cum if we beg for it in a language we don’t speak… fuck. It makes my pussy throb just typing it.

Sometimes I wonder if our forever Master is out there, someone who’d love our weird, chatty energy but also know exactly how to shut us up with a look, a command, or their cock. Someone who’d make us his proper little slaves, in matching collars, and lend us out to his friends like toys. Would that be weird? Probably. Do we care? Not even a little.