Page 54 of White Noise

I stare at them for a few seconds before making a quick post.

Sorry I disappeared last night. Tech issues decided to ruin my entire fucking evening. I’m alive, everything’s fine, and VioletHex will be back soon. Behave yourselves until then. Or don’t. You never do anyway.

I hit post before I can overthink the word fine.

Because apparently lying to several thousand strangers is easier than admitting I have no fucking clue what happened in my own house.

The rest of the afternoon passes quietly.

Too quietly.

By eight, I’m done sitting around waiting for something to happen.

Void’s private session is at nine and thankfully that’s something normal. Something easy. That’s what I need.

I do my makeup heavier than usual, dark liner around my eyes, glossy mouth, enough contour to make VioletHex look awake even if Saga absolutely is not. My hair stays down, brushed out and messy in the intentional way that takes significantly more effort than actual messy hair.

Then I get dressed.

Fishnet stockings first.

A black leather push-up bralette that does exactly what it was designed to do, followed by the matching pleated leather skirt sitting high on my waist and barely long enough to qualify as clothing.

I skip underwear.

Void likes that.

He also likes knowing it.

I set up the things he usually asks for before I turn anything on. The black silicone wand goes beside the keyboard because it’s his favorite, mostly because he likes controlling the pace and making me drag things out. Next to it goes the smaller bullet vibrator and the slim black plug with the metal base he’s requested enough times that I don’t need to check his notes anymore.

Nothing excessive or anything I haven’t used with him before.

Everything is familiar, which tonight, I'm honestly thankful for.

I arrange them where he’ll be able to see them when the camera comes on, then sit back in my chair and look around the room.

The television is still unplugged.

The old CRT is dark.

My speaker is off.

For a second, my eyes linger on the blank screens.

Nothing moves.

“Good.”

I say it out loud because apparently I’ve reached the stage where I need reassurance from dead electronics.

My laptop clock changes to 8:59.

Void’s request appears almost immediately.

VOIDKING88 IS READY FOR YOUR PRIVATE SESSION.

I inhale slowly and roll my shoulders back.