Mistress Mara and Goddess Rebecca have decided to place you in front of them. Perched high on their thrones in their dungeon, you are cowering on the ground, awaiting your fate.

Slowly, the Mistresses decide to light their individual black clove cigarettes, taking nice long drags before exhaling their smoke right into your face. Long, drawn out drags happen again, with the exhaust blasting into your face, tearing up your eyes. The smell of cloves, cinnamon, and excitement fume up the air.

The Dommes order you to open up your mouth; it’s time for consumption. You ... Show more