I couldn’t really tell exactly what type of group they were by the items they were asking me to set up in their “dungeon.” They were either a bdsm “household” (a large group of people into bdsm that did not openly accept new members) or they were a cult…which I try to avoid that at all costs because the last cult I dealt with tried to get me to join in on their orgy to summon their “dark master” or whatever. People with masks. Black porn A syringe. “Let us go!” I yelled at the man I had met before. “Hey fuckers!”
The room went silent. What I thought we were doing, what we thought of the artwork and the equipment we had strung up, if we had done work like this before. That is apparently where I was dead wrong. “Don’t cry.” He jumped off of his throne chair and hovered over to the boy’s side, his now robed figure, floating across the floor.
