Den of Inequity

You enter your house. The little dungeon in the family room has grown to fill the whole room.

Liza is in one corner dressed in latex stockings and a corset. She is playfully whipping an attractive young man. Brad, if you remember correctly.

Renna, in long PVC boots and nothing else is watching, a vibe shoved up her sex.

You increase their euphoria and let them bask in your presence.

“Hello, Renna. How is the distribution going?”

She moans in pleasure. “Fuck, mom, it sells itself we have a dozen new customers to play with. Another dose and they’ll be salespeople.”

“Excellent work, Renna. I think that deserves a kiss.”

A bit of drool exits her lips. “Yes! Please.”

You give her a little peck on the lips and allow her a bit of you. Her eyes roll up into her head, leaving only the whites. She whimpers in pleasure. Liza eyes you longingly.

“Would you like a kiss as well, Liza?”

“Yes. I’ll do anything.”

“Will you be my dutiful daughter, Liza?”

“I said anything, mother.”

She bows her head.

You stride over and kiss her. She joins Renna in blissful oblivion.

You exit the room. You meditate and reach out to all Renna’s new customers. She was truthful there are already twenty three more. You focus on increasing their pleasure and corroding away their morals.

When you open your eyes you know you have twenty three more acolytes. You look at your window. The sun is beginning to rise. It’s time for work.

You wonder if Curtis has been obedient…