There are two churches we visit which have extreme atmospheres, where the shadows and the phantoms whisper to us, claim us, seduce us. And there is one which till yesterday had seemed totally devoid of all shades and spirits. We entered, my Master wearing his air of command, and I dressed to please as always in slut shoes and arousing lingerie, stockings a fixture and prerequisite. I am a woman who thinks of sensuality as an extra sense, who responds to the living world in feline fashion, ready to fuck, to be stroked, arousal imminent at all times. Even so, few men in my experience have possessed the quality of masculinity and appeal in sufficient quantities to gain or sustain my attention. My love, my Master, my Mentor, the light of my life is that One. That unique and excellent man whose very presence commands each cell of my body, each synapse in my brain to come to awareness and attention.
Yesterday, in that odd church which seems so empty of presence, so hollow and blank, we met. I entered dressed in black skirt, white blouse, black basque and stockings. Black slut shoes. His gift to me was a nun’s costume, a gift which I gratefully accepted and donned. Yes, in that vast echoing space where rafters soared above us holding up a roof of heavy tiles I stripped for him. As i removed my clothing, we heard the massive oak door creak on its hinges admitting two elderly tourists. Friendly and amenable, we greeted them; I had chastely donned my overcoat which was buttoned to the neck to protect my erect nipples and wet cunt from uninvited prying eyes.
I wanted to rub myself against him, my throbbing pussy purring its stimulated condition in pulsating beats of my heart. I wanted to lick his lips with my tongue and beg to unzip his trousers. But I waited till the tourists left our profane temple at last. Wherever we abide, church or cathedral or chapel in the woods, we leave desecration in our wake merely by trodding on hallowed ground.
He frightens me briefly when the fire flashes so brilliantly in his unusual eyes. Yesterday, though the Beast was on hiatus, His eyes flashed and his voice deepened. His hands were gentle, yet I could feel that violence held in check. That irresistible energy to which I’ve become dependent. Addicted. I need Him now. I have always wanted Him. I love Him as I’ve loved no other.
As I let my coat fall from my shoulders, He drew near and I could feel that electric sensation of my skin coming to life even before he touched me. Even before his fingers found my nipples or probed my dripping cunt. I don’t think he realises what I mean when I tell Him I love Him. The nun’s habit I wore was skin tight, shining black, delineating my curves and hungry clefts and niches. My body is his, ripe and lush and responsive. But it was his body that sang with need and erotic promise.
I wanted his cock in my mouth, but it was my tender stroking hands he desired. That caress is what he received as well. I gently, steadily stroked that iron hard cock till he bellowed with pleasure, the sound like a homily of loving confirmation to my intent ears. My tongue lapped at that volcanic cum, licking His spunk like the benediction it was. I was baptized by his pleasure, his climax my validation as his whore.
Later we visited our shadow filled cathedral where the impression of ancient evil announces itself to all who are attuned to such things. He decided that discretion was the better part of valor, refraining from urinating on the pristine white robes. One day, we will both urinate there and I will sprinkle errant droplets of our fluids and laugh as they fall where they may. If a single yellow stain besmirches the purity of that holy garment, will the clergy ask themselves if rodents are to blame? We will never know, but the conjecture will be highly amusing.
And now, naked as I write, I dream of the next adventure with my beloved, my Guardian and my Guide. This time a young woman of unparalleled loveliness is to join us in our dark games. Her images arouse me. The idea of her luscious red lips enclosing my beloved’s cock inflames me. I shall discipline her for her audacity, though her act will be at my behest. Her ruby red lips will kiss my cunt, press close to His cock, whisper for a mercy that will never come.
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