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FEMDOM CONFESSION

The truth of the matter is, Her habit opens my floodgates of submission, simple as that. On a Biblical scale, one might say, and it gives Her a level of power that is not from this world. So I’ve been going to confession for ten years now. Twice a month, like clockwork. She wants it that way. It makes perfect sense, though, because I have a dirty mind (which is a joy forever, by the way) so it adds up pretty quickly over the course of time. I don’t know much about Her, to be honest. Don’t know if She’s married, don’t know is She has children or not, don’t even know Her name. She calls Herself Sister Mercy, but that’s not Her real name, is it? And yet, this mysterious Lady controls my bankaccount, my chastity dick, my career and what not. She puts me in a hypnotic trance and I am powerless to disobey Her. She never raises Her voice, only the rod. Oh yes! She strongly believes in penance & pain and She will stop at nothing to tame the beast inside me. She’s an Angel, be it a brutal one. I’m grateful for Her help, I really am, and my ass is grateful it has a fortnight to recover. One thing though …. She’s very open about the sins of lust and always wants to know if I fantasised about Her. It may sound strange, but I find it difficult to talk about such things in front of a nun. Although She is no more a nun, than I am a priest, of course. I’m not that naive. But to me She is, and always will be, a Divine creature from a Higher Dimension.

AQUA FEMDOM

They asked if I was baptised, the Femdom way. But what did they mean by that?
What do You mean by that, I asked.
Oh, my God, one of them said, we have a heathen!!!
They took me to the valley, where the river meanders and snakes, and dragged me into the water. No one told me to take a deep breath or anything; they just pushed me under water and held me there till nightfall. Well, that’s not true of course, but it really felt that way. When they finally allowed me to breathe, I emerged like the Loch Ness monster itself. I cried out in fear. Which proved I was not the Loch Ness Monster after all.
We baptise you with water, for We are the Mistresses of the World.
And down I went. And up. And down again. The ups were ridiculously short and the downs frighteningly long. I drank half the river and about nine trillion bacteria. When it was over, I washed ashore like a piece of human wreckage. I had a horrendously awful taste in my mouth and I begged for some water.
He’s such a great sport, they said, and dragged me back into the water again.