A Day's Regret

Today was just another day in my little space, playing with a friend who always treated me like I mattered. We had our rituals down to an art, the way he dressed me, how we played pretend, and yes, the gentle discipline that made it all feel real. But as night fell and we parted ways, a strange sadness washed over me. It's silly, really; we're both grown-ups fully consenting to this dynamic. Yet I couldn't shake off the feeling of longing for something more genuine. This space has brought joy and comfort in ways my regular life can't match, but sometimes it leaves an emptiness that only grows when the session ends.