Holy Sinners 4: Surrendering to Sin

    I enter the guest room assigned to me. It is not decorated in the neo-baroque black, gold, and white marble style of the rest of the convent. It is lavish, modern, and beautifully furnished, almost like something out of an interior design catalog. It has a whirlpool, a large four-poster bed, a video projector on the ceiling, and a well-stocked minibar. Robes, bathrobes, and slippers are ready for guests in the spacious wardrobe. There is a bucket of ice and champagne on the coffee table. The guest's wish was for me to be waiting for him naked when he arrives. He wants to choose my clothes, which a sister will deliver daily. Today I have a mysterious locked suitcase with me, which he wants me to leave next to the door. I have to kneel in front of the bed with my legs spread and my back to the door, my hands clasped behind my back. After quickly checking the room to ensure everything is in order and tidy, I look at the clock. It's just before 2 a.m., and the guest's arrival is imminent. So I drop to my knees about half a meter in front of the double bed, cross my arms behind my back, and look down at the floor. Thoughts come and go; I can't hold on to them, but I'm not nervous either. 

    Then I hear the beeping of the key card. Now, I'm fully vigilant again; all my senses are alert. I feel my bare knees touching the floor, a slight draught because the guest has opened the door; I hear his slow, deliberate steps and smell his tangy perfume before he is here. Then, a hand reaches into my dyed blonde hair. It is not aggressive or unpleasant but firm and literally from above. I am naked in his hands. He kneels. I can feel his breath on my neck, on my earlobe. He runs his fingers over my shoulders and arms and grips my wrists. Then I feel him stand up and take a few steps away. I hear the wheels of the suitcase lock. He pushes it forward, back. The lock pops open, and he unfolds the suitcase. I hear it rustle. Is that metal? Do I hear chains, or am I imagining it? And I smell latex. Of course, there's latex in the suitcase. He would hardly have come here to us if he hadn't wanted it.

    He comes back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see two male hands, probably middle-aged, holding a sleeping mask. It’s a slightly curved 3d model, supposed to prevent excessive sweating and protect the eyelashes. It gets dark as he puts the mask on me. Then I feel two fingers pinch my nose shut. I reflexively open my mouth to get some air. That was obviously his intention because the next moment, he shoves a ring gag into my mouth. It's a cold ring, probably stainless steel, held in my open mouth with straps. I should be scared, but after my experiences here in the monastery, I know that firstly, I am safe and can stop at any time if it gets too much, and secondly, that I can take a lot more than I thought I could a year and a half ago and that I am expanding my limits with every experience and learning new things about myself and my body at the same time.  

    I can no longer see anything. My mouth is open as wide as possible. I feel spit collecting in my mouth and finally running down my chin. Suddenly, I feel the unrecognizable sensation of latex on my skin. The guest puts a neck corset on me. As he laces it up and pulls firmly on the laces several times after each eyelet, I lose my breath for a moment each time. Then he lets go of me again. I hear the suitcase rustling and his footsteps; he walks past me and fiddles with the bed. He returns, lifts me effortlessly to my feet, and leads me to the bed. He gently presses my upper body onto it. I can feel my stomach touching latex. As I lie there, standing behind me, he grabs the latex on my left and right, pulls on it, and starts to tie it behind my back. It's a corset. He laces it up really tight. It hurts me. Then I hear the clink of metal and clicks, and my hands are in handcuffs. As I'm half lying on the bed, he takes the opportunity to reach between my legs. He rubs my pussy and slaps my buttocks two or three times. Then he lifts my legs onto the bed and turns me onto my back, which is uncomfortable because I'm now lying on my bound hands. I feel something wrap itself around my feet. My toes are pressed into shape. He puts my feet in ballet boots and starts to lace them up. I don't mind; I'm now more than used to this footwear.  

    Then I hear another chain rattle. I am pulled roughly by the neck into a sitting position, and a lock clicks into place. Apparently, my neck corset has a ring that can be chained. I don't know where he chains me. I assume it's on one of the bed posts. After a while, when I'm getting restless because nothing is happening, I hear a knock. He goes to the door, and someone - in heels by the sound of it - enters. The two of them kiss. Then footsteps. The bed shakes as they drop onto it next to me. I can feel bodies rolling next to me. The mattress shakes slightly. I try to remain motionless. After all, I don't want to fall out of bed: My hands are tied behind my back, a ring gag blocks my mouth, and I can't see anything because of the mask. I hear sucking and smacking, hissing. The stranger is giving the guest a blowjob. For a brief moment, I get jealous of my sister. What have I done wrong that he's sleeping with her and not with me? After all, it’s my Mass service.     

    The bed shakes more violently now—the guest moans deeply and insistently, the sister faster and higher. I feel frustrated. Not because I'm so keen to be fucked by the unknown guest, but because he's doing it with the other girl - and not with me. It's not really jealousy, more a feeling of uselessness. What did he order me for if I just lie around and don't move? Doesn't he like me? For the first time in the monastery, I feel unnecessary. Finally, they are finished. The wiggling ends, the moaning too. I hear him whispering something in her ear, but I can't make it out. The sister - Lucia, by her voice - says: "Yes, sir. Just as you wish, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you? See you tomorrow then, sir." I hear their footsteps. Another kiss, and she leaves. Then, just his barefoot steps. He goes into the bathroom and takes a long shower while I remain here, tied up and blinded. By now, I'm seriously wondering in horror whether this will go on for a whole week.