Page 30 of Masked Sins
LittleDancer
Ha ha.
So these books… what kind of kink are we talking about?
LittleDancer
It’s hard to type out. I don’t know if the things I think I’d like are… normal. Or if they’re depraved. God, I can’t believe I’m confessing this to a stranger on the internet.
Things such as?
She doesn’t respond right away, so I send another message.
I want this to be a safe space for you. If you want to open up a conversation with me, we need to trust each other, and I need to know what your limits are and where your desires lie so I can help you.
LittleDancer
I think I’m just nervous to speak my desires out loud.
Fuck. It’s like I have a back seat to her mind right now, and though I know it’s wrong, I respond by changing our chat to vanish mode.
I changed our chat to vanish mode. That way, at least you’ll know if I take a screenshot. Okay? I want you to feel safe. That’s what I’m here for. Feel free to send and unsend if you need to.
LittleDancer
Thanks. I wasn’t worried, by the way. It’s why I messaged you specifically. I can tell you aren’t here to take advantage of women.
My heart skips a beat, and guilt washes over me.
If only she knew my favorite thing was pushing people to the edge—breaking them so completely with pain and pleasure that they become a trembling mess on the floor, begging for more.
She’s not worried, but maybe she should be.
There are more than enough predators out there. It’s my job to help.
The sting of the lie works down my throat. I don’t enjoy lying, and especially not to her. But my curiosity gets the better of me.
LittleDancer
Here goes nothing …
Everything inside me pounds with anticipation as I wait for her response. While waiting, I pull a shirt on and leave my bedroom. Every few seconds, I look down at my unlocked phone to see if Layla has responded. I’m smiling as I open the curtains to Earl’s aviary.
“Good morning, Master,” he says, cooing as I open the latch to his enclosure. When I’m home, I like to let him have his freedom.
“We’ve talked about this. You don’t have to call me Master.”
“Okay, Master,” he adds, flying away.
I make a mental note to never bring a submissive back here again because he’s already picked up certain phrases and terms, such as calling me Master. There’s also,there you go, that’s it,andgood girl,which are all commonly used throughout the day.
And then of course, he loves to pull out the degrading ones.
Such a good little fuckdollis one of his favorite phrases, as ismy pretty little cumslut,which makes having company interesting sometimes.
A lot of people think birds can’t understand context, but I have a feeling Earl is much smarter than he lets on.
I walk to the kitchen to make some coffee.
