Milk Snatcher

So yeah, I’m supposed to be following all these strict dietary guidelines as part of my kink play, but who can resist the creamy allure of a chilled carton? Last night, while everyone was out, I slipped into the kitchen and poured myself a generous bowl. It tasted so good it was like sneaking cookies when you’re told not to! Then there’s this nagging feeling today, like I’ve betrayed something important, even though it's just milk. Maybe next time I'll be more disciplined or maybe I’ll find some loophole to enjoy both the rules and my little indulgences. Oh, and don’t tell Draven, our dominant, okay? He can get pretty strict with these things.