The long-awaited sequel to the best-selling ‘Initiation’. Jenny is now a full Sister of the Pessumae Christi, a unique order of nuns. After her best friend explains some of the new rules she must live by (and does a very thorough quality control check on her newly-shaven ...
The long-awaited sequel to the best-selling ‘Initiation’.
Jenny is now a full Sister of the Pessumae Christi, a unique order of nuns.
After her best friend explains some of the new rules she must live by (and does a very thorough quality control check on her newly-shaven pussy), Jenny is required to serve the sadistic Brother Francis whilst chained naked across an altar, before being sent for a visit to her hometown priest to show him just what she’s learned.
Confessing her sins has never been so much fun!
The chapel was better lit than it had been on the night of her Initiation. The altar was surrounded by candles, creating a warm glow at the chapel’s heart.
Approaching the altar, she saw that there were some modifications – heavy chains had been fixed at its corners – chains whose purpose was clear. Her mouth went dry as she imagined herself in those chains, her naked body stretched across the altar.
More equipment had been laid out on a table. Jenny’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized the collar and leash she had been made to wear, along with other items, like the riding crop Brother Francis had taken such delight in applying to her pale skin.
Brother Francis interrupted her study of his tools.
“Welcome, slut. I wasn’t sure you would come.”
Jenny kept her eyes modestly downcast.
“I would never disobey the Order, Brother Francis.”
“I’ve been looking forward to tonight for some time, Jenny – or, should I say, Sister Meretrix?”
“Whichever it pleases you to call me, Sir.”
He seemed to approve of her respectful tone.
“Jenny it is, then,” he continued. “Your Initiation was everything I had hoped it would be, and more. But, as I’m sure you are aware by now, my tastes are a little more…particular than those of my fellows. So I’ve been looking forward to the two of us spending some quality time together.”
Brother Francis, dark eyes were intense. Along with the sharp, angular beak of his nose, they gave him the appearance of a bird of prey. His stare was definitely predatory, making Jenny feel like some small, furry creature, fragile and vulnerable.
“You said, at the time, that you shared some of those same tastes, Jenny. Did you mean that?”
There was a long pause while Jenny tried to sort through the welter of conflicting emotions that were roiling inside her.
“Honestly Sir, I don’t know. At the time, yes, I meant it. But now…now I truly don’t know. I’m sorry if that is not the answer you wanted, Sir.”
“Don’t be sorry, my dear.”
Jenny caught her breath in surprise, both at the endearment and at the kindness in his tone. Brother Francis had never been anything other than coldly dismissive of her until now. For him to speak to her with such warmth was completely unexpected. She glanced up, briefly meeting his eyes before dropping her gaze back to the floor as he continued.
“Truth between us, Jenny. Always. Simply promise me that, and there will never be a need for sorry.”
“I am a sadist, Jenny. It gives me sexual pleasure to inflict certain kinds of pain and degradation on a woman. But I am not a torturer. If the experience is not mutually satisfying – pleasurable for her as well, in its own way – then I am not interested. The careful use of pain can bring the right person to heights of pleasure beyond imagining. But it has to be the right person.”
“Very good, Jenny,” Brother Francis replied, favoring her with a smile that spread warmth down to her toes.
His voice became hard and commanding once more. The tone sent a thrill of fear through Jenny as the warm and strangely kind man who had revealed himself to her was once more hidden behind the familiar harsh mask. Or, was it the other way around? Was the warmth and kindness the mask, and had she just willingly offered herself to a man of coldness and cruelty?
I write erotica, often with a BDSM kink.
I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets).
I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?)
I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience.
I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!