My Shadow Self by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: My Shadow Self

Link: LS666 Email / 09.11.2023

My Shadow Self

I have tried to deny it and have put my shadow self back in her box.

I feel her darkness from her cage in my mind. I have started the usual purge again. I am losing my wife to cancer. She was devout. And so I have looked back into the light. I feel my shadow calling from the darkness — telling me I cannot escape — I have taken pain pills for aches as I lay in my bed thinking maybe a shot or two of whiskey would help.

I call out as I lay there to be able to see through that doorway to say “Goodbye”. As I think about how the use of poppers helped. I then remember which door it opened and the visions that followed. I think about looking in my mirror. But after a drink and hitting the poppers, I see myself turn into that whore succubus.

I hear the voices telling me not to worry as it will be different this time.

She has me confused again. I find myself drawn as I look at a simple sissy hypnosis video which quickly has me hit the button to a satanic one. I feel her calling so figure out what better way to sleep and get away. I have tried to be more masculine and good. I have been reading my bible and growing a mustache.

I decide to take another pill have a beer with a shot and lie down.

I reached over for my bottle of poppers, but I gave them up. I am hot. I get naked but the fan on my body makes me hard. But for some reason, I put on a pair of panties and my moobs would love the feel of a bra. I get a chill. I throw on some stockings and am lost.

I called out for the Lord’s help— It started to fade.

I close my eyes for a minute, then open them. I now have on a corset to hold in my fat belly but I did not put it on. I feel what seems like a buttplug in my ass. I get up to use the bathroom but am I asleep?

I go, and everything that was in front of the mirror I used as a portal is moved. There is just a candle burning and a bottle of poppers. I pick up the bottle and hit it. Things start to distort and there she is looking back at me.

“Come home,” she tells me.

“I have changed,” I demand.

She shows me as I see myself even with my mustache and body hair that I have on makeup.

“There is a way out and our Lord is seeking to help,” she says. She looks different as she is wearing a cross necklace, “You need my help to be free.”

“I have started to think about drugs and nasty sex,” I confess.

“Remember, I reside inside of you. I am you. Now, if you reach out to our Lord, the preacher will take us where we need to be. The Lord requires full submission and we must submit. To our Lord.”

I noticed a couple of shot glasses filled with absinthe and fireball. I take both shots and go back to my room. I lay back down and it is midnight and my body is quivering. I look over at the clock I see a big bottle of poppers.

“It is the only way — to open the door,” she reminds me.

I hit the poppers and feel lightheaded as the ceiling distorts. I watch as a hand seems to emerge. I reach for it but it pulls back and I am told to surrender — I must submit to her fully — I do and feel her as I now am getting horny.

“I can help. Reach out. Reach out again,” she says.

I reach and am pulled into the darkness towards a light, but the light is red. I feel her lead as we head for it and as we emerge there is a church. There are people there and a preacher. We go to the altar and there are things out of place. There are a couple of bongs there and poppers.

“Something is wrong,” I say.

“Just go ahead. You must face your fears. You first must face your shadow self and give her full control.”

The others around me are doing the same.

They start to hit a bong with weed followed by one with ice. I first hit the weed and then as I am about to hit the ice.

“Do it. All is permitted here.”

I take the permission to her inside. I agree and we hit the ice and get dizzy as we notice the others getting naked. There is a woman there who comes to the altar and drops to her knees and begins to suck me. The girl inside takes over and we grab the woman’s head and shoot the biggest load down her throat. The room is now getting cloudy as they keep hitting the ice. I start to fidget as I now have to piss. The woman opens her mouth and we piss in it and on her.

She then stands up and places her lips on ours and as we open our mouths to tongue kiss her she spews the piss on our mouth. I cannot spit as she is kissing me and swallow it. She takes my hand guides us on the altar and gets on all fours. I am confused as I call for the Lord. The preacher who takes the place of the Lord as I am guided down to fuck the harlot in her ass.

I reach around to molest her tits as I feel my head tilted back. There is someone standing over us and he slides his cock in my mouth and down my throat. As he fucks my throat I feel someone behind me. He pushes into me but for a few minutes and as he floods my ass my throat is taken. It is so much that I spit and it comes out my nose.

I now explode in the ass of this harlot.

She then takes over from inside and we now become part of a gangbang. But it is more as I am covered and filled not only by semen but piss. I look up to see the preacher on a throne.

“Welcome home,” said the preacher as he donned the goat’s head.

I am worn and gaped as he holds his massive cock straight up and calls to us. We go to him and get into position on his lap.

“You must become mine,” he says as he guides us down on his cock.

He blows clouds in my face.

“It may hurt,” he says as I slide down.

We ride him until he floods us. He begins to chant and has us slide off and get to our knees — he pisses on us — then guides our head down and gags us as he fucks our face until he ejaculates again massively, again, it spewing from my nose.

Then, I face the others. We sit on his lap again and feel the heat as he pisses inside us before bouncing us on his lap. He reaches around and strokes us. He pisses up inside our body before he unloads again inside us. I feel him grab our breasts.

“Stop running,” he whispers.

THE END