So this is a scene I got to plan mostly myself. I have had a fantasy of being in a kinky insane asylum. It was a fantasy built on fear during my early 20ies. I have always been afraid to act on this fantasy until now. I think I feel ready.
For the scene we have one of our empty storage rooms ready. In there is nothing, but a mattress, small table, bucket and any kinky equipment that we are using.
The scene starts in our living room. I am on the couch with messy hair and making myself shake as I hold my head and mumble about how Finland does not exist. It’s a conspiracy theory that originates from reddit. Weird stuff, but fits since I am from Finland.
Master enters the room wearing a white drs coat. “I was informed you need some help,” he says coming up to me. I start kicking and screaming like a maniac.