Page 21 of Lucky Shot
DemiDefenseKip:Yes. Besides that.
PrettyInLace:You mentioned a collar. I’ve always wanted to be owned. I guess my fantasy is a lot like yours in that I want to wear those things. Though I’ve never given much thought to someone dressing me. I have a false wall in my closet at home and beyond it are all my pretty clothes that I never wear. Most of it I haven’t even tried on.
DemiDefenseKip:Do you live alone?
PrettyInLace:I do. But what if someone shows up and I’m in a dress?! How do I explain that away?
DemiDefenseKip:You could not let them in. Don’t answer the door.
PrettyInLace:Yeah, I know. I don’t know. I guess I just don’t feel safe enough to do it. Some day.
DemiDefenseKip:You have collars, then?
PrettyInLace:No, lol. I want to be owned. Not in like a weird pet thing. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not judging. Your kinks are your own, you know? But I don’t want to buy my own collar. I want my… owner to buy it. I think it’ll mean more. Maybe I’m just being ridiculous.
DemiDefenseKip:You’re not ridiculous. I agree with that logic. I’m slightly amused that I put a collar on you the first time we ran into each other.
PrettyInLace:I wear it with pride!
His character does a little spin on screen and his hand lands at his neck, showing me that yes, he is still wearing it. Though I don’t bring my hand to my neck, I know that the dancing puppy necklace is under my character’s shirt. Probably running around my neck.
I bite my lip as I contemplate giving him the things I’ve been carrying around. It’s not like we’ve been talking for more than a week or so. There’s a bit of presumption here. But I like him. I like that we can be real even if we’re not sharing everything.
DemiDefenseKip:Want to stop at a side destination with me?
PrettyInLace:Yep.
I veer to the right and head toward the mountains. We walk in silence for a while, ignoring everything and every other player as we make our way to the spring. There’s a quiet thicket where the waters glitter as if there are diamonds on the surface.
PrettyInLace:It’s pretty here.
DemiDefenseKip:I want to give you something. If that’s okay.
PrettyInLace:Sure. I didn’t need a beautiful nature pool to get a present, though.
DemiDefenseKip:I know, but I kind of wanted to make this moment private.
PrettyInLace:Are you going to kiss me? We’ve already fucked in the woods right outside the huts. A little kissing is nothing.
I chuckled. Fucking guy.
DemiDefenseKip:Take your clothes off, mage. Right down to your fucking bare feet.
There’s a moment when he doesn’t respond, and then his character is stripping. I vaguely wonder if he’s fashioned his character after himself. I’ve found that it’s about a 50/30/20 split. 50% grossly exaggerate themselves. 30% go complete fantasy. Like monster dicks and wings and shit. Only about 20% attempt to model their characters after themselves.
When our character fucked in the woods last week, they didn’t strip down. His mage was wearing a robe, so he just hiked it up. And I just pulled my massive schlong out of the druid’s pants and went to town.
Did I proportion my guy after me? Not exactly, though I’m not vulgarly overstated. I think my druid is somewhat proportional; he’s just bigger than I am all around.
But Pretty isn’t. He’s smaller. Petite. Just… pretty. I find myself smiling while I watch his mage, which is one of the few characters that could pass for human in the game. When he’s standing bare before me, I imagine what he might look like as a person.
DemiDefenseKip:I’d love for you to close your eyes.
PrettyInLace:If you ping the friend invite, it’ll make a bell on my end. I’ll turn my tablet away and you can surprise me. But if you’re going to fondle me, I want to watch!
DemiDefenseKip:lol Just turn away. I’ll ping you. If I don’t in five minutes, turn it back
because the ping didn’t work. Okay?
