Feature Writer: Ricl Plas

Feature Title: Fantasy 1 by Ricl Plas

Published: 11.09.2020

Story Codes: Devil Worship, Humiliation, Financial Domination

Author’s Notes Hello, I am writing you to add a new story. I already post two other stories on LS666 —  “Mexico” and “Betrayed in Mexico” — My new story  is a “fantasy” over the internet between “Princess” and I — The story main character is a slightly older  black man name Bob. Back in the day, he was a sort out dominate swinger.  What fuel his drive was his sexual addiction  to sex and porn. Now in his late 60s he visit a sex therapist. But has fate would have it Bob choose the wrong therapist. Ms Eva Baron sex therapist and religious consultant. Ms Baron likes to be called “Princess,” you see I’ve been under her care for a few years now off and on.  This exchange is from last year …

Fantasy 1

Bob:

“Hello Princess. Just passing through …” ( this the short email I sent). My sex addiction is getting the best of me.”

Princess:

“Well … well … well … You filthy fucking pervert. Just passing through? Or couldn’t resist coming back to me? Did you find it cold and lonely out there without my  hand to guide you? You’re such a weak, pathetic excuse for a man. I have only grown in  my desires to place men like you under my foot and in your absence other equally pitiful souls have rushed in to take your place. I bet that useless cock of yours stirs for my humiliation — I bet you miss the whispers of my encouragement to sink deep into your depraved mind and spill everything out in a confession to me. I even bet you have touched yourself from just the thought of it all. If you were in front of me I would make you beg for my mercy and forgiveness for thinking you know better than me until your mouth was dry and hoarse. If you would be so lucky I would spit in it to give you a modicum of relief. Don’t you dare come back to my doorstep unless you’re prepared to pay the penitence for your disgraceful actions.”

Bob:

“Princess I really passing thru I am going to New York City tomorrow for seven days at least — everyday is a struggle but I am hanging on. ”

Princess:

“Enjoy your trip —”

Bob:

“Hello princess, on the road to New York but the struggle keeping my normal sanity it’s  getting harder and harder I would ask that you cast me aside this will help me free myself from my addiction please.”

Princess:

“You know what kind of woman I am. How hungry I get to feast on the energy of a weak-minded man. I will do nothing to deny you what you crave but instead do everything to feed that addiction you are so desperate to escape. It will not matter how far you are from me or how much time you spend away from me I will always be there — like a little devil whispering in your ear — ‘Come to me, let me give you what you need’.

“You will always search for me in every relationship you seek; in every form of salvation you turn to. You will never know peace like the peace I offer to you. Tell me how badly you want to come in from the cold, tell me how much you miss having a place at my feet and tell me how fucking wrong you are to think you don’t need me. You are pathetic, lost and torturing yourself by denying it. Let me take the burden from your shoulders and remind you how good it feels to fall into the comfort of the darkness again.”

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE