As I strut around my winter wonderland lair in a sheer, red lace teddy that barely contains my big tits, the fire crackling and the scent of hot cocoa wafting through the air, I relish the sinful thoughts swirling in my mind. It’s Christmas, but for me, that means one thing – indulging in the most depraved, blasphemous acts with my adoring slaves.
First up, I call forth my devout dominatrix, we will call her Sister Sexy, clad in her habit of black leather and lace. With a wicked grin, I announce my blasphemous plan: we’ll reenact the nativity scene, but instead of the Virgin Mary, I’ll take that role…and Santa will be playing the part of the Holy Ghost, descending upon me with a jingle of reindeer bells and a well-placed ‘naughty’ gift.
Sister Sexy gasps at the audacity, her eyes widening behind her nun’s veil. Yet, without a word, she falls to her knees and unbuttons my teddy, exposing my bare breasts to the chill of the room. The cold air makes my nipples peak, a sight that has my pet priest, Father Fuck, stroking his considerable length in the corner.
Next, I summon Father Fuck with a snap of my fingers, each of the other priest slaves falling in line behind him, their robes pooling at their feet. I order them to form a cross, the apex aimed straight at my waiting pussy as I spread my legs wide.
With a deep, resonant voice, Father Fuck begins to recite the Lord’s Prayer, but with every word, he thrusts into me, claiming me as his Church’s proud, blasphemous whore. The other priests join in, their voices rising in a cacophony of filth as they take turns ravishing me, each one marking my body with their seed.
By the time we’re done, the room is a testament to our depraved Christmas carols, the walls and floor slick with our sin. As I lounge amidst the debauchery, I can’t help but laugh at the sheer audacity of it all. After all, in my world, there’s no greater blasphemy than defiling the sacred with raw, unbridled lust. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.