And a blowjob

November 1st

The sunlight shined through my window. It's too dark and I got a headache before looking away. As the pain subsided, I felt some pleasure. I dared open my eyes only to find Catherine... giving me a blowjob in the dress from yesterday? HELL YEAH! I LOVE WET DREAMS! Turns out my little guy missed Catherine just as much as I did! It felt incredibly realistic, too. Her mouth was incredibly warm and while her tongue was a bit clueless about its role yet, it swirled around and around, giving me even more pleasure. "I'm going to cum" I say lightly, yet she doesn't respond and even starts sucking. Dreams are crazy, I can bend reality to my will! She takes my load and swallows it, and there I see it. Her eyes unnaturally white, the iris faded into a faint, yet distinct... purple? Whatever, dreams are dreams.

But... nothing happens. I keep lying in bed, dick out. Catherine stays there, on all fours on my mattress, a bit creepy. Is this really a lucid dream? Or did she take advantage of the confusion to fulfill a wish for me? No, why would she... Besides, the contacts are already used, there's no way she would do something so unsanitary. This is where a stroke of genius hits me. I was hungry and Catherine despised preparing food for anyone but herself. A little bit self-centered, but I do get it. If this is a dream, nothing will happen, she'll leave and I get to imagine another dream location. If this is an act, this'll be as destructive as Rebecca's "Francy". So here I go: "Make me some breakfast." Catherine stands up and smiles "With pleasure, your prosperity."

What the hell is that title? And she just... left? I guess it's a dream. Now brain, let me imagine a beach. Everything is sunny and the scent of the sea is in the air... Nope. Nothing. Hm, so this was an act? I guess she just gritted her teeth and moved on. Maybe I should have said thanks. Wait... did she say 'your prosperity'? Was she hinting at... No no no, I gotta get dressed and stop her before she gets delivery for a fucking pancake.

After hastily putting on clothes, I exit my room, and the smell of bacon and sweet pancakes hits my nose. As well as that of alcohol. We really went too far yesterday. Wait, what if she's drunk? No, that would mean she'd secretly like me and I don't need to get my hopes up when it's clear they'll get crushed anyway. I was forgetting about the smell! I turn to the kitchen and I see... Catherine. At the stove. Pulling out a well-baked pancake. What am I witnessing here? She had hastily put on my apron and put the knot tightly around her lower waist, making her large ass stand out even more.

Before I managed to ask her anything, I heard two more voices "Good morning, Supreme Master" "Good morning, Illuminated One. Have you slept well?" I turned around and these two wore contacts as well. Their irises muted, Francesca's light shade of brown and Rebecca's light shade of... red? I don't think she had that eye color before. I was very perplexed by what I saw, so I just stammered "I-I'm fine" and sat down at the dining table. Three pairs of contacts? No this is impossible... On the table was still the junk from yesterday. We were all too drunk to clean it. Francesca noticed it and dragged Rebecca with her "Do not worry, Supreme Master, we will clean up for you."

Many thoughts raced through my mind, as the table got emptier of booze, glasses, snacks and crumbs. Rebecca handed me a book and a pencil and said with a genuine smile "The Holy Scripture is best left in your possession." Holy Scripture? When I looked at it, I noticed that it was the notebook Catherine had pulled out yesterday. I opened the first page, only to find the rules they wrote yesterday. Did Catherine really waste a new notebook on these silly 'rules'? Well whatever. Time to read.

Rule one: Zach is the Supreme Master of the cult. He brings light to those shrouded in darkness.

Rule two: All believers are admitted by the Supreme Master, they can believe in him whether they need to be saved or are lucky enough to never need his help. All believers worship the Supreme Master as their only God.

Rule three: All believers are women. They all belong to the Supreme Master. Their goal in life is serving their savior from the darkness.

This third rule was erased and rewritten to now say instead:

Rule three: All believers are women. They are all objects belonging to the Supreme Master. Their sole purpose in life is serving the Supreme Master with whatever he desires.

Beneath that, they added even more rules.

Rule four: Every believer is required to hide the Cult of the Illuminating Master from non-believers, unless they are a conversion candidate.

Rule five: Every believer may choose to convert another non-believer. They must seek the Supreme Master's approval for this.

Rule six: Every believer is required to offer herself sexually to the Supreme Master once a day. Should a believer be unable to do this in person, sending a nude photograph taken that day may suffice.

Rule seven: Every believer is required to live at the Supreme Master's whim. He has the right to make any, including major life choices for believers. Believers are required to pay dues for the privilege of serving Him, the Supreme Master may determine for each believer individually how much she owes. Every believer pays what they are due.

Rule eight: The Supreme Master may not be questioned or doubted.

Rule nine: Believers are not permitted to be in sexual or romantic relationships with men other than the Supreme Master.

Rule ten: Every believer wears a loose white dress without underwear and with whitened eyes if only among other believers.

Rule eleven: The Supreme Master may at any moment change these rules. The change will take effect immediately.

Holy shit, this is a wild sexual fantasy that those two had. Well, whatever. I'm going to put it on the couch table for now, to appease them. The moment they leave, I'll rip out the page and throw it away. Imagine if I actually do find a girlfriend and this notebook shows up... Yikes.

After being lost in my little fantasy world, I am brought back to reality. The three girls sit at the table and wait expectantly. Their blank stares kinda creep me out, but I hesitantly tell them "Thanks for the breakfast Catherine, thanks for the cleaning Rebecca and Francesca. Let's dig in." Warm smiles grace their faces as we all enjoy the delights of Catherine's cooking. The more I eat, the more I get her dislike for cooking. If I was the best cook I knew like she was, I'd hate getting asked to cook constantly too. Especially when the moment others start returning the favor, the food tastes worse.