Religion filled women with shame, and nothing begot kinkier sex than shame. The Maternal Path was a cesspool of sadomasochism and ritualistic orgies, ...nd while Dark-Julia leaned towards the Holy Mother’s judgmental side, I’d seen firsthand normal-Julia’s proclivities for the sacrificial side. What a wonderful little martyr she was. “Good girl.” I chuckled, and placed a headband atop her crimson mane, giving my new pet the dog ears to match her title. I turned her face upward, and dotted her. He was such an idiot.Nicole looked at the wine bottle. Her eyes became a little distant. She smiled."Yes, I suppose I am," she said.She brought the bottle to George's lips and he greedily gulped it down. It was so delicious. The wine settled in his stomach and emitted a warm glow. Suddenly he didn't feel quite so exhausted. What was in it--crack? His mouth even followed the bottle as she took it away. Don't, she'd only make him beg for it next time.If there was a next time.Nicole shook the. Which of course I had - doesn't everyone do that? And then he shocked me by saying that he'd want to watch if I ever did want to do that. I said that didn't seem right (trying to say the right thing), and he said that he understood I needed to be fucked but he'd like to be part of it, even if it was just watching. That way it wouldn't be cheating. Apart from masturbating a few times when he was out of the house, imagining what it would be like to have sex while he watched me, I tried not to. Then she gasped as she saw the huge member sprouting between the thighs of the soldier. It was not exactly what she pictured. About two feet long and three inches in diameter, black as the rest of its body, and glistening wetly, the phallus hung out, erect. About a third of the way down it, a six-inch section of the top-half appeared transparent. Through it she could see a line of off-white, which matched the color of the highly-viscous fluid dribbling from the head of it.Despite herself,.