Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I thought I was ready to turn my life around. I had started going to the local Catholic Cathedral every Sunday, I was serving food in the local soup kitchens, and donating to charity every chance I got. Most of all, I had started my celibacy.
I was almost three months in when Father Arthur asked me to stay after Mass one day, just to help him with some paperwork in his office. How could I refuse? Such a holy man. He really leads his flock with love. He told me he needed to go up there first, and that he would meet me there when I was ready. I smiled and nodded, and thanked him as he walked away.
I wouldn’t stay thankful for long. Upon entering his office, the door slammed shut behind me. I looked, and Sister Mary Ethel and Sister Alice stood there, barring my way.
“It would seem that you have some repenting to do.” Father Arthur said as he stood. The sisters threw me over his desk, and they ripped my skirt down for my hips exposing my pink little ass cheeks and my rapidly dampening cunny.
I started to protest, but his cock was in my mouth before I knew what was happening. As I sucked and licked, and let him throat fuck me, the sisters began to beat me. With the rulers, with their rosaries, with anything that was available. Yes, even the Bible itself.
All the way up my ass, right down my soft little thighs, they abused my sweet skin. I was screaming around his cock. I could feel the welts on my ass as they beat me, and I could feel my pussy starting to really drip.
Sister Mary Ethel pointed that out, and they began to gently tease my cunt. Above the pain, I felt the pleasure. I had tried to repent, but God was making it very clear. I was born to be a sinner; a pain slut. As I came, all over the sisters fingers, they smirked and made a comment about “true holy water”.
As the priest came down my throat, he said,
“Take unto you the body of Christ, and be forever saved.” I felt the mix of cum and blood trickling down the back of my leg where I had been cut with the ruler, but I didn’t care. In my head I was screaming, begging for more.
I’m now on my true path, who I really was meant to be. An overly submissive masochist, all thanks to Father Arthur putting me back on my path. Hallowed be thy name.












You call me into your office and you ask me to shut the door behind me. I am automatically nervous. This is my first day as your secretary. I hope I didn’t violate the dress code by having my big silicon tits hanging out of my top. I turned around to sit down at your desk. You were standing and your eyes glued to my tits. I looked down and noticed your little dick print through your tight fitted jeans. This put my mind at ease. In a deep stern voice you tell me to take a seat. You explain to me as my boss you expect nothing but respect from me. You go on to say that you know about my little secret and look directly to my skirt. You walk over to me and grab my cock. I was in shock. You told me that you want me to take control of you. To shove this hard cock of mine into your ass. You demanded this from me as my boss. If I didn’t do as I was told you would fire me. I bent you over and rammed my cock into your asshole. I dominated that tight asshole as you wanted me to. I have a feeling I will be staying with this company for a very long time. You smiled that entire day. I guess you like your secretary ramming her cock into your asshole don’t you boss?



