The job I had was a lonely one. Long hours and a wild swing shift.

Eventually something crossed my digital path that lauded the use of Discord to play online. After attempting to be a player, unsuccessfully, I gave in to running a game. The where and how of it was difficult, being a 30 gent on a platform I had just learned existed. I wanted a small ish server so I wouldn't be over whelmed and I found one.

They were kind, welcoming and quickly taught me the basics. When I started my games there was plenty of interest but I was new to being a GM. I sucked. After 6 months of trying it eventually came down to 3 people that stuck around. They were rather supportive. One, a mod, was a quiet person with a mild speech impediment. She always showed up to my games. Through the months I learned a bit about her life while I was always redirective and non specific. Friendly but not quite friends.

When the Server owners opened applications for a mod position, she suggested that I try for it. The couple that owned it were nice enough but internally the were very combative. I still went through the application and got the spot. Still running my games the other mod was always in attendance though she would often be muted and non responsive to the game. I berated myself for being a shitty GM.

One day while testing some ideas with a different player I was flexing some of the voices I could do that had yet entered the game. She was also in attendance as usual but not muted.

{As I write this I find it difficult to write the next lines. I've started and stopped several times. Here we go. }

I don't know when it started. I had thought I heard something in the VC. I paused my conversation with the other player checking the audio levelslevels and my immediate surroundings. Not hearing anything and only getting confusion from those two, I continued. And there it was again, a semi rhythmic wetness.

No, I thought, That couldn't be.

After a long pause I asked them again. No idea, he said. She said nothing.

I continued talk and looked again. The rhythm followed the peaks in her mic. Then she uh.

started to vocalize a bit. I froze.

My head went through a lot of things. Shame, excitement, guilt, disgust, and violation.

I continued the story for a few more sentences as the sounds... climaxed. I excused my self for some non related reason that I don't remember.

I stopped interacting with anyone on there.

Do I confront her? Bring it up with the owners?

She had been a long time friend with them and I was just the new guy. The thought of going through that kind of confrontation was too much for me. After two weeks of silence I just left the server.

She messaged me. Called me.

I blocked her.

My only previous DND experiences were wholesome memories of time spent with family. And now this... Shock. I just wanted out.

Jaynzus Crimbles.

Consent, people.

Fucking use it.

TLDR: Mod (chick) masterbates at me (dood) during game workshop. Probably did it before but was muted. I leave the server and don't play on other people's servers anymore.