St. Domina

A BDSM Story by Harley Grant
© 2004 Harley Grant. Do not copy without permission.

Chapter 2: Joining in

            I took a deep breath.  “Please, Abbess, queen of this convent, discipline me.  Both as punishment and as submission.”  I stopped.  But, I added in my head, not as hard as I did to her.

            Both the Abbess and the Novice Mistress seemed pleased.  The nude nun got up, now all businesslike and quickly dressed.  As that happened, the Abbess approached me.  Motioning me to sit she did a quick negotiation with me learning a bit of my experience and limits. 

            She stood up.  “Strip to the waist, my boy, and approach the cross.”  I did so and all sorts of memories came crowding in.  Grade school with bad nuns stripping me mentally naked.  Pre Vatican II nuns punishing kids and fearing that they’d rap my knuckles. 

            I came up to the cross and the two of them quickly tied me facing it as I’d seen them do to the nuns.  Soon I felt the crop lightly touching me.  I’d explained that I was a sensation player, not a heavy pain player.  I hoped she understood.

            The light strokes were seductive, I’d open myself to them and flinch, buck and jump when they came.  People were usually surprised at how much I’d react to such light hitting.  I did react.  Who was working me?  I didn’t know as I couldn’t turn around and see.  That added to the mystery and the excitement. 

            There was a brief pause and I relaxed.  Of course, relaxing just sets you up for the next one to have more impact.  Soon the strokes began again, dancing over my back.  I let myself go and began to really bounce and shake.  This was a sturdy cross and I was not at risk for tipping it over.  My consciousness began to drift free of this world as I let go of inhibitions and the barriers of formality that constrain us.

            I don’t know how long I drifted, that is the point of course.  But eventually, I felt the strokes tapering off and finally stopping.  I was allowed to drift back down to earth.  I gave a final deep breath and they knew I was done.

            I felt hands on my back releasing me from bondage.  I stepped away from the cross and turned to find the Abbess smiling kindly at me.  I bowed my head.  “Thank you Abbess.”

            “You are welcome.  You have an interesting way of accepting the blows.  You should be flogged only by experienced administrators of punishment who understand the subtleties of what you need.”

            I blushed.  “Thank you again, Abbess.”

            “How long are you staying with us?”

            “A week.  Through next Saturday night.”

            “Oh, good.  So you have time to advance through some interesting spiritual exercises.”

            I smiled.  “I hope so.  It has already been interesting.”

            “Are you ready for another exercise?  This one would be more contemplative than active.  It would involve bondage rather than flogging.”

            “Yes, Abbess.  I am ready.”

            “Good.”  She smiled at me again.  “I have sent the Novice Mistress to prepare things in case that would have been your answer.”  It just now registered that it was just the two of us.

            “Go along to room 053 at the end of the hall.  I am retiring to my quarters for the night but I’m sure we will see each other again during the week.”

            That was a dismissal; a message that I was being transferred to the care of the Novice Mistress.  Well, that was fine. I bowed my head, expressed my thanks again, and ran along.

            Room 053 was indeed at the end of the hallway, right up against that blank wall that obviously separated this part of the basement from whatever was under the other half of the convent.

            As I stepped into the room, the Novice Mistress seemed to be just emerging from a thick velvet curtain that ran the full length of the wall.  Must have been an illusion on my part.  Anyway whatever she was doing did not long occupy my mind.  Not after it registered on me what else was going on in the room.

            The three novice nuns were each suspended from the ceiling, held aloft by a network of ropes.  Each was face down, gently swaying about three feet off the floor.  Each had arms secured behind their backs and their feet pulled up, placing them in a modified hog tie position.  Oh yes, one more thing.  They were each totally, gloriously, nude.  Once they saw me they were also blushing furiously.  God they were ripe things too, breasts hanging down, curves of flesh of the legs bulging over the ropes.

            The Novice Mistress fixed me with a tight smile.  “Are you ready to join them?”

            “Yes, Novice Mistress, I am.”  I am often clueless of human psychology, but even I could figure out that the Novice Mistress would feel her authority had been challenged, diminished, by my seeing her nude, by my flogging her.  She’d want to reassert that authority.  So, I made every part of my body and voice exude respect.  I respect you, I know you’re in authority, I’m not cocky, so please don’t beat the shit out of me.

            “Strip,” she said.  No need to ask this time how far to strip.  I took all my clothes off and put them carefully in a pile by the door.  I now saw that there were three other piles as well, one for each of the nuns.

            Novice Mistress had me stand facing the girls.  She secured my hands behind my back and worked a web of rope over my upper body.  Laying me on the floor she did my knees and ankles.  Then she lowered a suspension hoist down and started hooking several ropes between my harness and the large ring on the end of the chain from the hoist.  My ankles were pulled up as well and secured.  Then, she went over to some controls and had the hoist start working back up.  Soon I came off the floor, legs first, then torso, cock dangling last of all.

            I also worked up about three feet in the air before she stopped the hoist motor.  Then she came over, sat underneath me and proceeded to rope up my cock with some light rope.  She left it dangling down and also left about a foot of the light rope dangling as well.   She took out a metal weight and secured it to the end of the rope, putting some stress on my cock. 

            She stood up, and tapped the weight with her foot, starting my cock swaying back and forth.  Then she pushed me and I started swaying as well.  The two motions, my swaying and my cock swaying interacted in odd ways and gave all sorts of combined motion.  I again relaxed and began to give into the rhythm of the motion.

            The Novice Mistress had walked over to one side of the room and she dimmed the lights.

            “This is a time of silent meditation.  There is to be no talking of any kind.  This is a time to meditate on your sins and contemplate how you will, with God’s help, do better.  You are suspended in the air, no longer attached to the earth.  This reveals your true situation for you are not creatures of the earth at all, despite what you feel every day.  You are not attached to the earth, but free from it and all the conventions and rules of the ordinary earth.”

            With that, I saw that she had settled down on the ground, sitting cross-legged on the floor.  She put her hands in her lap and closed her eyes.  She was going to watch over our journeys through space.  I was in good hands here, that was obvious.

            There we were, the five of us: three naked girls, the lithe Novice Mistress and the slightly out of shape guy with the tied cock.  I hope your church is half as much fun as mine.

            All I could hear was the creak of the ropes and occasionally a little breath noise from one of the suspended girls.  I watched the floor roll beneath me.  I thought about the journey to this place.  It was already taking a direction very different from what I expected, but not an unwelcome change.  I had looked forward to a place where the worst effects of male behavior were not allowed.  I was expecting a place to relax, to be calm for a week of vacation.

            I now understood why some men reacted so badly to this place. Or so I thought I knew, I’d find out later how little I realized at this point.  I couldn’t imagine what the next week would bring. 

            Think about my sins.  Well, I had certainly lusted after some of these nuns, that is for sure.  Any of those novices would make great bed partners.  Could I be blamed for lusting after them when here they were, totally nude in my presence?  Well, these feelings were my own.  But was such desire called a sin here?  There seemed to be a great deal of openness to sexuality here, far more than most places in the church permitted.  I’d also find out that I as yet had no idea how far things went here.

            So what were my sins?  I come here in refuge from a painful world, not out of guilt or shame.  Perhaps my sin was one of weakness.

            The Novice Mistress had gotten up and was lowering the three girls to the ground.  That was quick, but then, they’d been strung up before I had been.  Each was let down, her bonds released and each replied by kissing the shoes of the Novice Mistress.  Then they got dressed, bowed to the Novice Mistress and left.

            Now she came over to me.  She put her hand on my back.  “You’ve been granted some unusual favors tonight.  Things most visitors do not see.  It is appropriate then that we guard against arrogance by letting you meditate for some longer period.”

            With that, she pushed on me, sending me turning and swaying, and walked away.  She shut down the lights, and left the room.  I was all alone in the basement of a convent, miles from anyone who knew where I was.  I was tied, helpless.  Not even the rest of the convent would think to look for me here.  I was totally dependent on the Novice Mistress, not the Abbess.  She could leave me there all night.

            But that dependence was the point; that was what I was to understand and experience and trust.  Dependent on God we were, but that can’t be demonstrated, so we practice being dependent on others.  The Abbess had said that, or I’d read it somewhere.

            I continued to sway and twist, hanging in my suspension.  Again I had to let go, and then sink into total letting go.  I drifted away, feeling every turn and pendulum swing.  Of course soon I would be getting stiff and the suspension would become a test of endurance.  Would she come back?  When would she come back?  How much pain can I take, would I crack or call out in desperation?  These are the things that drive us wild, but they are the things we crave for the intoxication they bring.

            Of course, I’ve been tied up before, so the first part of the experience is no pressure, no panic.  But my suspension went on and slowly I began to move into that period where you think you’ve been tied up long enough, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were let down, but you just don’t know what is going to happen.  I am dependent, on everyone, I kept telling myself.  I can trust them, they are experts.  But you don’t know, not for sure.

            As it was to be, I wasn’t actually left there very long, I didn’t tip over into the time of desperation when you so want the Mistress to come back and set you free.  It was my first night here and, appropriately, they weren’t pushing me very far until they knew me better.

            She came back, lowered me to the ground, released my hands and told me to untie myself. I did the rest, including my sore and erect cock. 

            “Crawl to your clothes and put them on.  Remain silent.”  I complied, crawling across the carpeted floor to my clothes, sitting on the floor and dressing myself.  Finished, I looked at her. 

            “Crawl behind me, stay three to five feet behind.”  She began to slowly walk out of the room.  I crawled after her.  This is such an erotic charge for me; I see her feet, watch each step as her ankles flex and rebound.  And it is the position of the pet, the slave.

            We reached the stairs.  “You are to count slowly to twenty after I say start.  Then you may stand and walk normally back to your cell.  Walk peacefully, not too fast, not too slow.  Say nothing, the Great Silence has begun.  Stay in your room until you leave for Morning Prayer at 6:30.  Good night.”

            She walked up the stair, legs flowing with that sexiness that comes from being very fit.  She paused on the landing, turned to me, and said, “start.”  I started counting slowly while she continued up the stairs out of my sight.  I hit twenty, said a brief prayer.  I stood and walked up the stairs.  I was feeling at peace, even, balanced.  I walked into the lobby.  The girl at the front desk smiled at me, and I smiled back.  Her smile seemed wicked, knowing, but maybe I imagined it.

            I reached my room and quickly got out of my clothes and slid into bed.  I masturbated to a thunderous orgasm.  I almost went to sleep but remembered to set my alarm to get to the morning service.  I fell asleep quickly.

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