Prologue

Hot air burns your face as you narrowly dodge a jet of fire. The dragon roars, lunging to bite you. Again, you roll out of the way. Your armor and shield are meager protection against the beast’s incendiary attacks. Adrenaline courses through your veins.

“Are you done with that game yet?” A voice calls. “I made dinner for us!”

You feel the heft of your sword—gripping it tightly in preparation. The next strike will be decisive. Now or never! You swing—

Suddenly, everything is plunged into darkness.

“Did you hear me, dumbass?” your girlfriend taunts. “Dinner is ready.”

You smile at your partner, although internally you groan at being deprived the chance to land the final blow. She is standing next to the television, power cord in hand.

“I’m sorry. I was distracted,” you say meekly. “What’s for dinner?”

“No worries.” She sighs. A smile crosses her face. “I’m really excited about tonight’s dish! it combines the best features of pasta, ice-cream, and---”

She continues describing the oddly imagined meal. Based on the description, it promises to be barely edible and hopefully digestible. She is beautiful, funny, and kind. You love her deeply- but her cooking is unrefined.

“That sounds delicious!" you lie. "I really appreciate it.”

The reply is not a total fabrication. Your **** excitement masks deep apprehension for the taste of the meal; however, the gratitude comes easily. Her constant acts of kindness are why you fell in love with her in the first place.

She sits on the bed with you, placing her hand on yours softly. Even years into your relationship, the sensual touch is enough to make you blush.

“Sorry I ruined your game. If you want, we can play a different game, later…?”

“Sure, anything you want.” You reply.

“Maybe that kinky one?” She says flirtatiously. She knows it is your favorite. It features all your fantasies—bondage, restraint, humiliation. Even thinking about it is enough to get you excited.

You nod your head eagerly. “Yes, please!”

She laughs, standing up quickly. “First… let’s eat!”

You both sit on the floor in your bedroom. Your bare skin presses into the soft carpet.

Your girlfriend is busy setting out all your favorite toys- rope, gags, and much worse.

The dice that control your fate sit idly on the ground. You watch them, hoping they will be kind.