Apocalypse Hers
Twelve horny men kneeled inside the bunker when Marsha emerged from the shower, dripping rose-scented water.
“Good morning, Goddess. Ten months have passed since you saved us from the Apocalypse. We love you!”
“I know. Clean-up time!”
Eager tongues got to work as she continued to enjoy Her Doomsday Cult. Brainwashed toys believe in anything!
I dreamed about something similar to this last night but, as always, the fine details of the experience elude me as I can never remember everything that goes through my mind when I’m in the middle of it. All I know is there was only one woman and a bunch of men dressed in grey garments (or wearing nothing at all), worshiping her for delivering them from a fate worse than death. I’m pretty sure it was a Doomsday Cult and while in the real world those are nothing but abominations used to justify abusing other human beings, many people love them on a pure fantasy level so, following my recent cult piece, I decided to give the theme another go, using this dream as a reference and there you have it.
The Burning
“Playing the lyre while your city’s on fire? What a terrible thing for an Emperor to do!” The time-traveling hypnotist said.
“Why is it terrible?” Nero replied. “Fire is temporary, but music is eternal.”
“So is femdom hypnosis.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
It wasn’t just Rome that burned that night. His ass cheeks never recovered.
On July 18 of the year 64, the Great Fire of Rome broke out, destroying much of the city. Nero, Emperor at the time, has long been accused of starting it all, and many tales depict him as fiddling as the fires ran out of control. It’s quite the story even if no conclusive evidence of the fact has ever been found. Still, for the purpose of this little thing, he’s guilty, period.
This piece came after browsing the Internet, looking for inspiration. It was a long week and my energy levels are all over the place right now but Horatia’s sense of humor remains. I’ll leave it to you to figure out what else she did to Nero to make his ass cheeks burn.
You’ve Had Worse
Jay almost spat his food.
“Gross! How can you eat this?”
“Banana peels are yummy when cooked right… You’ve had worse.” Francine replied.
“Pretty sure I haven’t. Don’t you have any chicken?”
“Just cock.” She pointed at her entranced boyfriend under the table. “What will it be?”
Jay looked at his plate and continued eating.
If you’re wondering what the food in the featured image of this post is, it’s vegan pulled pork a.k.a. shredded beef made from banana peels. Yeah, ever since I switched my diet to be more on the vegetarian side, I try new things whenever possible, and today that was the choice. It was okay though I think I overdid it with the seasoning and my stomach kind of paid the price earlier in the afternoon. There are a few more things I would like to try, but one different dish at a time.
Anyway, this piece came to me shortly after finishing lunch. Jay knows what’s good for him.
Wet Bliss
Hannah removed Evelyn’s silk panties and mumbled:
“I’m sorry, mom. I can’t stop.”
“I know.” The older woman bit her right ear lobe. “Neither can I. I need your tongue inside my pussy right now!”
“Mistress said ass first.”
“Whatever Mistress wants…” She turned her back to her daughter’s lips and welcomed the wet bliss.
You guys like dirty things, I wrote you something dirty. Had a lot of similar ideas during my lunch break and after arriving home but this was the one I decided to add to the challenge. I may do others in the next couple of days… or not. We’ll see. Mistress always wins though.