A Dommy Mommy...

“I wonder,” Phil said as he looked his room.

There were a few posters of various anime woman, a few old Disney characters statues, and his dirty laundry on the floor. Phil looked at a particular statue of The Evil Queen from Snow White. Next to it was a statue of Lady D from Resident Evil Village, then a poster of Emma Stone as Cruella, a framed bit of fan art of Helga Sinclear from Disney’s Atlantis in her black dress…. All strong powerful women capable of horrific cruelty… but in his fantasies at night, they were his loving and protective mother figures who protected him and nurtured him…

Phil looked back at his phone and entered a name to look for a modern sexy version of the one he knew he wanted to be his Dommy Mommy. There were all sorts versions with her wearing that hood, but Phil found three pictures by an artist doing watercolors. In one, she wore her traditional outfit, but slightly modernized, in velvet, replacing the rope belt with a long satin sash belt and with her hair done as to create the image of the hood, without it. The next had her wearing a very modern office mistress/sexy librarian look with a wool blazer over a silk blouse and skirt with black leather knee boots. The last was her wearing gold heels, fishnets, a very short mini-skirt, a corset, opera gloves and a velvet cloak.

“I would love her to wrap me in her cloak with her,” Phil muttered under his breath.

The fantasy of fucking this villainess while both were wrapped in the cloak played in Phil’s mind.

“Oh yeah,” Phil smiled as he selected the three versions, “Not like I will ever get to fuck her in real life…”

Phil selected the character and selected the “Free-Martian” option because if he remembered the book it meant she would always be horny but never get pregnant. But if this game let him play with her like they were dating, then he wanted her ready to help earn these “sexy points.”

Phil pressed the final confirmation and was blinded by a light.