“Well then,” Night Eyes chuckled, leading the conversation to my inevitable BDSM defeat, “where are they going to live?” I stared at the expanse of dark rock adjacent to Night Eyes’ and Brandon’s temples, and sighed. ANGELA A procession had already formed outside of Brandon’s temple. The beggars were budged by the poor, who were budged by the artisans, who were budged by the tradesmen, who were budged by the shopkeepers, who were budged by the nobles, who were in turn, were budged by the royals. King Yandon of Drastinar, since rejected by japanese Willowbud, had decided to test his political luck with my brother, and stood firmly at the front. Unfortunately for him and everyone else, it didn’t seem like Brandon was taking visitors. The entrance to his new temple was sealed with bamboo, leaving his would-be worshippers standing Brutal expectantly on the lawn as the sun rose to its blistering noon position. “Just what in the fuck do you think yer doing?” an angry man dressed in garish, expensive clothes growled at me as Justina and we made our way to the entrance. “Going in?” It seemed pretty obvious what we were doing. “There’s a line, whore, and you two belong at the very back of it!” the man snarled. “Um, Lord Brackston?” the lord’s squire nervously tapped on his charge’s shoulder, “That’s Diamond Glendian you’re talking to.” “Nonsense!” Brackston bellowed, “It’s just another whore following the fad. Those antlers are as fake as the last hussy’s, and that skin is caked in glitter!” As if on cue, the ground between me and the lord burst apart, and a message written in vines formed for all to see. Diamond, Justina; I need you guys. Just skip ahead of everyone, and I’ll let you in. I’d never seen a man’s face change so fast as Lord Brackston’s did. All the color drained from it, and the domination lord simultaneously blubbered through an apology whilst trying to introduce me to his first-born son, and telling me what an admirer of my mother’s he was. I gave Justina a bewildered look as I walked away from the lord, his sycophantic garble following us. “Holy shit, I’m famous.” I whispered. “ Diamond’s famous.” Justina corrected. It was true. Every face we passed turned sharply when it saw my (Diamond’s) antlers. As I searched the line, I realized I wasn’t the only one sporting a pair. Fake antlers sprouted from a dozen permed heads, all dyed to match Diamond’s scarlet, but she was hardly the most popular celebrity imitation. Astrid, already the most famous woman in Drastin, was mimicked with hundreds of fake wings, heads braided and shorn at the sides, and body-paint imitating tattoos. Willowbud was cosplayed with astral gemstones that created scores of black eyes, some shining from fake tans, others from beneath bleached hair. Julia was honored by fans that had glittered their flesh, and dawned habits, though the ex-nun never wore one herself. Lucilla was Slave a more popular costume than her god, as dozens of cosmetic astral melds created poor imitations of her patterns. I even saw a few women vainly trying to look like Tera; fake horns, fake tails, and fake tans, but none able to fake the supple curves of the woman. “People probably think you’re cosplaying as your mother.” I mused. “I guess I’m not famous enough to have my own fans.” Justina pouted sarcastically. “Nobody’s dressing-up as Brandon though.” I said. “Half the beggars look like they could be.” Yes! I went in and Olivia escorted me to the chair again and told me to stand up. “You seem to enjoy spying on people having sex,” Lorraine said, her hands continuing to mold and shape the pliant, firm mounds. You don’t have to make an excuse for Slave me.” They moved in and out with forceful speed, shooting Sparks of pleasure up Gwenive's body. “Bloody shag em more bloody like,” I said, “Don’t mind bloody paying,” I says, “Just as long as I gets her to me self, don’t want no filthy bloody domination butlers poking on her like thee and he does soon as japanese bloody lordships' back's turned.” “I know… But I just have never actually done the deed. One afternoon I moved the mattress from the fire truck into our 1937 service truck. I knew all along. "Yeah?" “Thank you, have a nice BDSM journey.” The man said, lingering for a few seconds more before moving on. I’ve never in my wildest dreams thought I would have the opportunity to make this type of money.” Paula said. I wetted my finger with my mouth and Brutal pushed it around her ass. All of a sudden I plunged into her I exploded shooting three times before I could pull back and take another stroke. Suddenly, Bill asked the two girls “who is sleeping with Ronnie and who gets the sofa”. The stress on my shoulders was as severe as it was immediate. “Uh. I looked down at the blankets and saw a lump.