“Vanessa, the Bishop would like to see you in his office,” said Mother Superior. Her tone dry and to the point. Everyone knows that she has no soul. She is the one who recruits the young bags of flesh and turns them into what the novice would call Nuns. For the most part, the girls were from broken homes, runaways, and some even came to the church after a life on the streets. Not all of them innocent, but when they found ones like Vanessa, the depraved of the world would pay top dollar to be the one who destroyed their faith.Continue reading “Everything comes with a price tag”
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((Written from a writing prompt I found today))Continue reading “Mommy, I’m scared.”
Alone in her room, Vanessa laid there watching the ceiling. Should she call her family and ask if this is okay, or should she allow it to continue and accept it as God’s will? As her eyes closed, the Devil snuck into the room to show the innocent young Nun the pleasures of his playground. One can’t control a dream. Satan always holds the upper hand in the subconscious world.Continue reading “Dreaming of the Devil”
With the delicate pearls placed around my neck, I shiver when the ivory beads touch my sensitive flesh. I’ve waited for what seems like a lifetime to become the property of my Master, and tonight, I am. I’ve never before been comfortable around a crowd of people, but today, I stand tall in these heels—a hand on the middle of my back, his strong hand brushing over my tiny waist. Can he feel the small bumps rising on my skin? Even a blind man who only reads braille would know that I am more excited than ever before.Continue reading “Wearing his collar”
We arrived in New York for the weekend, a business trip Master calls it. Is it horrible that I don’t know what his business is, other than as long as I live in his house, I want for nothing? I know he is a very wealthy man, but my eyes see him with rose-colored glasses, and he could be a pauper for all I care. Dedication is not about fattening the wallet or even status. It’s about fully placing your life in another person’s hands. All of my life, I wondered why I feel so different, and Master is the man who explained that to me with words as well as actions. A submissive is not any less of a person than her Dominate. She is stronger than most. The ability to place herself and her happiness in the hands of another is one of the strongest things humans can do.Continue reading “Kitten stories – Collars”
Vanessa was in a state of adulterated shock. Not only did the young novitiate masturbate, but she took her first communion by being bathed in the cum of the Priests. Her body frozen in time, Vanessa didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind her, but she did feel a feminine hand brush through her hair. Knowing immediately who it was, she trembled slightly, fearing that she would face another round of punishment.Continue reading “Naughty tale from the convent”
I want to wish all you Mothers a Happy Mother’s Day.
They say children are a blessing, and those that have them have the whole world in their hands. I want to send my warmest love to all the Mothers, God Mothers, Grand Mothers, and Aunts. Whether you gave birth, adopted, or became a mother by tragedy, you are amazing.
For all those mothers who can only hold their children in their hearts, know that you are loved. Never forget that you may not hold your child in your hands, but you are and always will be their Mama.
God Bless you all.
Beware, Blasphemy and adult contentContinue reading “A taste of filth”