Post from Dark High Priestess Carla | SPH Expert 💜 · May 16, 2026

She came home glowing.
Not guilty. Not ashamed.
Worshipped.

Her lipstick was ruined, her laugh softer than usual, and the perfume on her skin wasn’t entirely hers anymore.
You noticed every detail in silence while she sat across from you, crossing her legs slowly like she knew exactly what it was doing to you.

“Good boys don’t ask questions,” she whispered.
“Good boys just imagine.”

And somehow, that hurt worse than the truth.

Maybe tonight she’ll let you hear the story.
If you behave.