The convent

The day I began my service in the convent was a very tedious and demeaning acquirement.

The first thing I had to do was meet the head sister, Sister Mary ashfill a very astute and authoritive character, the thing I immediately noticed about her was her thirst for discipline and control. She would make the other sisters stand perfectly in order as she carefully inspected every aspect of their personality and general attire, she made me feel very nervous and my body trembled as she lingered around me with her Cain and pierced my body with her eyes. I felt a sense of insecurity purposely enthralled on me by the sister herself. sister maryashill although very piercing was very beautiful, her lips were soft and her eyes glimmered and I couldn't help but notice that under this structured life style there seemed a woman to be desired.

My service through the weeks in the convent was very tiresome and the hours seemed so long, the days were repetitive and most of the times I seemed to be on my knees praying to the lord or cleaning floors. The only thing that seemed to have kept me going were the thoughts I had for Sister Mary ashvill. She was very beautiful and the thought of her spanking me with her Cain was kind of wrong but a sexual experience to be achieved. I would watch her as she prayed, ‘she was hot’, the way the robes sat on her body and how the rosemary beads lay on her breasts. I would regularly cold sweat and see blue dots, this woman drove me crazy, a nun, fit! I would never have imagined... but spending all this time with these woman, reading together bathing and scrubbing each other’s backs, messaging shoulders when we were stressed kind of sends a woman crazy and the thoughts you have you start becoming a bit of a bad girl, I and the other nuns would talk about a lot of things especially vagina issues. One of the nuns called Sarah said she doesn’t really miss men as she used to catch thrush on her weekends of madness and pill popping, she mentioned having to smear caniston duo on herself on a regular basis and it was very tiring.

The reason I joined the convent myself was because I had a lot of issues, I needed a sanctuary, I used to run a lesbian brothel and a horse grooming ranch at the same time. Being a successful business woman was hard and drove me into some strange situations. One night I visited a client it was a double business meeting, she wanted me to sit on her face whilst grooming her horse, I don’t usually do the two businesses together but she paid well and if I’m being perfectly honest I enjoyed it...’ I do have a passion for horses’. But situations like this made me question who I really was and in the end I decided to become a nun and live a simple life. So I gave all my money to the local cat foundation and started on my journey to the lord.

But one night a strange thing happened, a situation I could never have imagined, I was lying in my bed whilst reading the bible and eating an apple. My bedroom door slowly creaked open and i was in shock, it was sister mary ashvill dressed as a gimp... oh my god I thought as she pulled out her butt plugs. She began to pull me off my bed slowly creeping towards me I didn’t know what to do, being seduced by a nun was some kick. sister mary ashvill was wearing a black tight fitted crotchless cat suit and she wore a black leather mask, but it was unzipped so i could see her face, she slowly tickled my face with her butt plugs and began to remove the blanket from my body, it was very cold in the rooms and my nipples became hard and erectfrom the chilly breeze.

sister mary ashville did not speak many words she began to kiss my lips and I had no intention on stopping her, her lips were smooth and her tongue was warm, as she pushed it slowly in my mouth i could taste the strawberry lip gloss. my hairs on my back stood to attention and i shivered as she slowly moved her hands towards my crotch. Her hands were soft as they slowly went across my leg up my knighty, I felt myself moist as her hand slowly caressed my vagina, she had definitely done this before the way her fingers massaged my clitoris this was a nun with experience. She began to slowly make love to me and i was so turned on i came quickly. The buzz was immense and the night had only just begun.

The night was long and sister mary ashvill began to really take control she ripped my knighty from my body forcefully holding me down as she scratched my back and passionately bit into my neck, it hurt in a sexy way but I loved it. She then grabbed my head and mounted my face slowly starting to fuck my tongue, my face started to sweat as I felt the leather rub across my cheeks and my tongue easily slipped up her threw the crotch less trousers. She was very moist and it dribbled down my face, the bitch wanted it and I was going to give it to her. Her body went up and down up and down, my tongue went deeper and deeper, and I could feel it starting to ache as I stretched further to please her. She began to moan louder and as she whimpered and her whole body began to relax as she came all over my face. The feeling was amazing; we were both hot and turned on to the max. her legs were shaking and her hands trembled I couldn’t believe it, a nun had just sat on my face... what an amazing feel.

The fun had begun and sister mary ashvill began to get dirtier, she got me to my knees as she removed a whip from her side belt, she started to spank me on the bum, it made a loud slap and echoed through the room, it was a warm stinging feeling that hurt but the sexual hype was an adrenaline buzz to be desired, again and again the slaps got louder and the feeling rushed through me. After a good spanking she then began to gag me and tie me to the bed, the rope was tight and I couldn’t escape, she then tied my legs together as she sat on my lap spreading her legs and started to slowly rub herself against me, i could feel her wetness as she continued to move her hips to a seductive rhythm. She seemed to enjoy having me tied up, her thirst for control was strong but I didn’t mind I loved the fact she took control of me. The night was long and the things she had me doing were very demeaning but very sexually satisfactory, it went from but plugs to double enders to finally a revolutionary fuck with a strap on. She was the best fuck ever, the feeling and achievement of fucking the head sister; I was satisfied and totally exhausted.

The next day was different though as though nothing had happened, me and the sisters were under inspection by sister mary ashvill herself, again with her Cain and her robes and her rosemary beads she continued her normal routine and never spoke a word to me. it left me wondering how many times she had done this and how many nuns had experienced her wrath, it was a subject to be confronted but in the end i just let it slide and continued my service within the convent.