Saturday Easter Weekend (Yesterday)
(Mood: wickedly amused. Outfit: latex bunny ears. Vibe: festive torment.)
Yesterday was perfect for some Easter cruelty. Saturday before the big day ideal for my special twist on the egg hunt. He’s been locked in chastity for weeks, clinging to the hope I’d release him for “good behaviour.” Adorable.
I told him there were twelve Easter eggs hidden around the dungeon , maybe one with a key. Gave him sixty seconds. “Plenty of time if you’re clever,” I said, unlocking the cage.
He shot out like a desperate bunny. Crawling, searching, overturning everything. Checked under benches, behind gear, even inside the oubliette. Pure, chaotic energy.
And the best part? There were no eggs. Not a single one.
I just watched, sipping prosecco, while his hope unraveled second by second. He looked crushed when time ran out. I smiled, locked him back in chastity, and offered a sweet, “Better luck next year.”
Now it’s Easter Sunday. He’s still locked. Still wondering if he missed something. He didn’t.
I’m eating a crème egg.
He’s chewing on regret.
Best Easter ever.