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St. Domina A BDSM Story by Harley
Grant Chapter 4: The Turn Once inside the cage, I pulled the door shut and rested against the far side. This was a challenge, even a diabolical one. How long should I stay? Long enough. Just the right length. I had just begun to think about this when I heard a noise. It brought me instantly alert because it was unexpected. Thinking about what I heard, I realized it must be a cry of pain, like some nun being whipped would make. I relaxed. The nun had told me that there was no one on this level, but maybe she meant just in this section. I closed my eyes, as unnecessary as that was in the black interior of the cage, when I heard the noise again, and it sounded angry. Mentally I shrugged. The noise came again and it was definitely the sound of someone really angry. I sighed, conflict even in this peaceful place. But wait a minute, it gradually got to me that the noise was mostly likely a male voice. That is odd. I knew the moment of meditation was over. I pushed open the door of the cage and climbed out and stood up. It was a great experience, but I’ll never finish it with that noise. Now, outside of the cage, the noise was louder and I began to distinguish words. “Bitch” was one, and “no” was another. What the hell could this be? I walked back up the hallway to where my clothes were and the noise faded. I dressed, being a little careful to see if anyone else was around, but the area was deserted. I put my shoes on and stood up and walked back into the room where I’d first met the nun. The door to the hallway was open only a crack. I came up close and looked through the crack. Why was I being careful, everyone in this place had shown a maturity just so far above what was found in daily life. I was here legitimately, I had nothing to fear. But I still came to the crack and listened. The voice was back, almost as loud, but distant. I pushed the door open a bit more and looked into the hallway. Empty, dimly lit, just some secondary lighting on. Room 027 was at the corner of the basement hallway. To the right from the door was the hallway back to the stairs. Ahead was a short hallway. The voice was coming from down the short hallway. All I had to do was go right, up the stairs and back to my room. But I wanted to know. Perhaps some deep truth about this place would be revealed to me. I walked slowly down the hallway. The rooms on either side were dark, but light was spilling out from the door at the far end. This door had a window in it, and the light in that room was on. I moved to one side of the hallway, and came forward. Nothing was visible in the window but a few shapes. As I got closer, my silence-sharpened ears could hear a voice. “Fuck you bitch, let me go!” Then there were murmurs of feminine voices. I heard a striking sound and the man cry out. I got close to the door and moved my head slowly from side to side. I should be safe from viewing, as from their side the dark window would be black to them unless I actually pressed my face close to it. About four feet from the door I stopped and started moving across the hallway, sideways, eyes fixed on the window. Slowly a scene came into view. It was the man from the woods, the man from worship, the one who’d wanted to fuck the nuns. He was tied to a post, his hands over head, his nude form lashed to the post, his legs spread wide. Two big nuns were there, and the Abbess as well. One of the big nuns knelt down and started sucking the man’s cock. She kept it up, working well until he started to get hard. Then she got up, backed up a step and kicked the man in the nuts, hard. He cried out, “fuck! Let me go, what the fuck is your problem!” “Our problem,” I heard the Abbess say, “is your behavior.” “I’ll call the police, I get you bitches arrested!” “Go ahead, we have very good relationships with the police. And what will you do for evidence and witnesses? By morning, all signs of your punishment will be gone.” The nun went back to her blowjob. The other nun reached in and pinched his nipples, then slapped him across the face hard. “Careful, Sister Prudence, that can leave marks.” I stood there, horrified, the entire edifice of this place I’d constructed in my mind, coming down in ruins. Everything those men had said about this was true! It was all a trick to lure unsuspecting men in and then look at what they did! I watched another cycle of blowjob and blow to the nuts. I started backing away, I had to get out of here, right now. It wasn’t safe to spend a night here. My heart was beating like a drum, but I willed myself to walk slowly. I half turned, and stepped down the hallway, trying not to make noise. I turned the corner and had not taken more than two steps forward on the main hall when I heard a noise from the stairway ahead. Crap, I jumped ahead a step, then went back to normal. What do I do? I could duck back into the cage room, the door was just behind me to the right, but just then the Novice Mistress came down the stairs and around the corner down the hallway towards me. Fear shot through me, but I was supposed to be here, I could just say I’d just left the cage room. I continued walking forward, knowing that my voice would betray me in a second. The Novice Mistress and I approached each other and I bowed my head to her. She bowed back at me, and we passed each other without saying a word. I wanted to look back, but that would be fatal, so I kept going. I was almost to the stairs, when I heard the Novice Mistress call my name. Sunk, I was sunk. Death was staring me in the face, now. I turned around. “Yes, Novice Mistress?” “Sister Marie, the one in the cage room, is she here?” “No, Novice Mistress, she left after putting me into the final cage.” God, was my voice level, certainly not as calm as one leaving the cage room should be. “Ah, thank you.” She turned and kept walking, turning right and going towards the room where the man was being tortured. I turned around, took the steps faster than normal, but not running. I was going faster when I burst through the doors and walked as fast as I could through the lobby over to the stairs to the second floor. As I hurried back to my room, I knew that I could quickly pack and make back down in just a few minutes. Get to my car and get out of here and never say a word to anyone. I so wanted to run, but didn’t. I got in my room, and gave into a moment of the shakes before calming down. I started filling up my suitcase, throwing things in. I thought I was done, and zipped it up. I threw books and paper and pens into my work bag, zipped that up and slinging them over my shoulder was about out of the room, when I remembered I didn’t have my wallet. I went back, got the wallet out of the shelf, and started for the door, only to remember that I’d forgotten my toiletries laid on the sink. I hadn’t dared to turn on a light and I was trying not to make noise but not succeeding very well. God, I was getting frantic. Calm down, I told myself, you’ve got a lot of time here. Took one final look around. Hoisted up the bag on my shoulder. Went to the door. And heard a knock. Oh my fucking god, what do I do now? Calm, calm. It was the voice of the Abbess calling my name. “May I come in please?” Oh fuck, what am I going to say, no? She could have had legions of killer nuns bust the door down, in any case there wasn’t a lock! “Come in,” I said, preserving the fiction one more second that my life was not going to be total, utter painful shit. She came in, moving with that dignity that I now took for total annihilation of all males. “I see you are packing to go.” “Yea, ah, something came up, family thing, have to go, sorry, this is a great place.” “Now, I am very disappointed that we have behaved in such a way that you feel the need to lie to me.” I stood there, saying nothing. Her voice was gentle. “May I turn on the light?” It sounded like a real question. I nodded, she turned it on. “May I sit down?” I nodded again and she sat on the edge of my bed. “You saw the punishment we were administering to that man.” This was not a question. Again, I said nothing, taking the fifth. “It’s all right. I understand that you are now afraid that everything you’ve seen here is a lie and that we are the castrating bitches so many think. You don’t want to commit yourself by speaking, I understand that as well. You feel totally vulnerable here.” She nodded. “Let me explain. You’ve seen that man before, he was rude to nuns and disrespectful at worship. You saw that. But that would not merit anything in reply from us, it would have been just a lesson in keeping our purpose about us amid temptations to anger. But he did something much worse.” “He snuck up on Sister Pricilla and tried to rape her.” In an instant I knew it was true, it was the bragging he’d made to me, practically announcing it. I nearly said so. “He tried to get her to have sex with him and when that failed he forced himself on her. She cried out, he actually hit her. By the time other nuns came to her rescue, he had half penetrated her.” “Why don’t you call the police?” Did I just speak? “A reasonable question. That would take years for a resolution, would deeply humiliate Sister Pricilla, though not with us, and would continue the sexual rumors that are told about us. So we are going to beat him for a while, have him spend the night in a locked cell and expel him in the morning. I think that is a more effective lesson to him.” She looked at me. “I could demand that you believe me and trust me, but that is a right I cannot expect you to grant me, not right now. It is too soon in your time here. You have been a remarkable guest, and as you might expect, your initiation into the convent is proceeding faster than many. But you have only touched the surface as yet.” “He saw the nun you had spread-eagled on the grass. He thought this was a bordello.” “So you knew. I could be angry about you not alerting us to his behavior, but that would also be to expect more trust that we have a right to, as well as asking you to foresee the future. No, it is us that must trust you now.” She raised her voice a bit. “Novice Mistress, are you there?” “Yes,” came a muffled voice from the hallway. “May I invite her and her companion in?” “Yes.” As the Abbess called to them, I wondered what that meant – companion? The Novice Mistress came in with one of the novice nuns I’d noticed the other night. She was the very blond, very curvy one. This one was clasping her hands behind her back and the Novice Mistress had her at the elbow. “This is Sister Bodkiss, a novice. The strain of celibacy on some novices is more than they can bear, and while, as you might have begun to suspect, we take a very different attitude to sex than most convents, there are few male visitors here.” “So, as a token to prove our sincerity to you, we are giving you Sister Bodkiss for the night. You can do anything to her you like. Novice Mistress tells me that sister has confessed quite the liking for hard pounding and some affection for orally gratifying men as well. You have the key?” That last was to the Novice Mistress. That sister came forward and gave me a key. And now I understood, Sister Bodkiss was wearing handcuffs. “Is she out there?” the Abbess said that to the Novice Mistress and the latter turned and waved in one of the big nuns who’d been beating the crap out of the man. For a moment fear washed through me again. “This sister is enabling the lock on your door. We will give you a key to that as well. This should give you more security. The rooms on either side of you are empty, as are those across the hall, indeed the entire floor is empty tonight. Noise should not be a concern. Do to Sister Bodkiss what you like, just send her, without the cuffs, to morning prayer.” She came towards me, and grasped my hands. “I do hope you will stay. The sisters are all telling me of your sincerity and ease with our unique house. Few go to the cage room and few make it to the final cage. That was our little undoing, but I think we can, with God’s help, turn this problem into a new opportunity for you and for us. Please stay, this will be a most interesting week for you, and for us as well.” With that, she slowly dropped to her knees, bent her head to the floor, pressed it against my feet. “Forgive us the fright we caused you, and please take our token offering as a sign that we beg your forgiveness.” She got up, leaving me a bit mentally stunned. They all quickly left, leaving me alone in my cell with two keys and a buxom, handcuffed nun who was looking at me. “Wow,” I said. “Are we going to stand around or fuck?” I looked at her. “I’m trying to take all this in, I thought that …” “I know, but that guy was an asshole who got less than he deserved.” She moved from side to side, wiggling as if her pussy itched. As maybe it did. “So this is real?” “Hurry up, I’m going to explode. Ever since that whipping night. That’s what we three were giggling about, which of us could jump you first. I mean, we love our vibrators, we love the girls, we love the dildos, but some of us just need the real thing.” Well,
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Before I said a word, she had dropped to her knees and started sucking me off. She had done this in regular life, I’d bet, as she was rolling, looking at me, taking it deep. I started to groan and then pulled her off my member, grabbed her under the shoulders and stood her up. I spun her around, and fumbled to get the cuffs off her. “Get naked, now.” We pulled our clothes off in seconds. It turned out she had some condoms in one of the pockets of her habit and she gave me one and I quickly put it on, while she got on her back in the bed and spread her legs wide. God, she was ripe. Young, soft skin, nice sized rounded breasts, firm but not hard, blond hair spread around her beautiful face. She was perfect for the surfer girl role in a movie. I landed on top of her, slid in and started pumping. She grabbed my back and started a stream of profane encouragement with warm words breathed into my ear. We banged until the climax, I rubbed her to a crescendo of an “Oh, God damn!” orgasm, and we collapsed in bed. After our breathing calmed down, she said, “Praise Jesus, thank you God, Holy fucking Spirit Yahoo! I needed that. A few more times and maybe I’ll be able to focus on studies again. Shit.” We talked. She’d been in the convent a year or so, had just become an official novice. Two more years and she’d take permanent vows. Why be here if she so needed sex? She just looked at me. “You still don’t totally get this place. This is the place where those who need sex should go, because here we can understand it, explore it, go deeper into it. Sex is open here, once you’re on the inside.” “But no men?” “Well, that’s the problem isn’t it? Finding men who are cool and understand that just because we all do sex, it doesn’t mean we do sex with everyone. You’re not the only one.” I tried to draw her out on this, but she refused to say more. Just told me that I had her for a night and I should make it count. I gave it my best. It was Sunday night and the guest house was deserted. So, with her encouragement, we both went, totally naked, down the hall to the shower room. She’d told me she loved water and we took one of the shower stalls, had a hot shower together with us kissing deeply under the water. She went down on me again and we had lots of slippery, soapy fun before drying off, sneaking back to the room and humping again. “Did you like the handcuffs?” “Does it matter?” She giggled. “You should have seen your face. Anyway, why, do you want to punish me, have I been bad?” She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to look demure, an effect somewhat canceled by her large breasts, gently rounded belly and curvy legs, all naked. I grabbed the cuffs and pulled her hands behind her back and locked her in. “Why, because I’m totally at your mercy?” “I think any man with you is probably at your mercy. That’s probably why they lock you away here.” I rolled her over on her stomach, positioning her across my knees. I gave her a couple of playful slaps and she wiggled her pussy on my leg. After a bit of this, I sat her up and placed her on my lap, facing me. We kissed again, and I felt her surging breasts against my chest. My cock hovered near her pussy. “Do you know Tantra?” “I’ve heard of it.” She got very serious, her eyes opened wide. “Please, please, stay here,” she said, using my name. “We need men who understand. We need people of faith to fight the damage the church has done. There are so many things you can do here, such wonderful things you can do. You haven’t seen the slightest part of it yet. Please, give yourself to this place.” With that she put her head on my shoulder and began to softly cry. I tried to comfort her, not knowing what the emotion was about. Eventually she calmed down and explained just how horrible trying to find good sexual partners had been in the world, how much the other girls would gossip and hate her because of how she looked. “I mean, here, yes, there are almost no men, but so much more sexual satisfaction. It’s one of the dilemmas that Novice Mistress always talks about, how you have to leave the world of sex to find the world of sex. How we have to remove ourselves from the ordinary church to find true religion. Something like that I keep forgetting.” We kissed again and she whispered a request in my ear. It surprised me a little, but she explained why it was important to her. “Needed for my healing,” was how she put it. So, I agreed to do it. There was no phone in my room, I told you this was a place of health and calmness, so, of course there isn’t going to be a phone or a TV in your room. I went down to the front desk to talk to the guest mistress. I took the precaution of first redoing the cuffs on my little prisoner. I put the cuffs through the board on the end of the bed. This was a little awkward for my beach bunny prisoner, but was in line with what she had asked for. Her hands were still behind her back, and now she was secured to the bed as well. When I got to the Guest Mistress, she gave me yet another of her frank, lush smiles. God, was this girl ready to go also? But exploring that question was not tonight’s objective. “You know about tonight?” How should I begin. “Your special situation? Oh yes. I’m so jealous, and I will have to do penance for that tomorrow.” Another saucy grin. “Sister Bodkiss requests some toys.” “I bet she does.” “She said a special bag might be available.” “Yup, got one right here.” I didn’t stop to wonder at a convent that would keep such a bag at the Guest Mistress’ station, but I learned later that her office contained all sorts of supplies that might be needed for day to day operations. She went back to a storage cabinet and returned with a medium sized duffle bag. She made me sign it out with a promise to return it tomorrow morning. I got back to the room, and took off my clothes while I watched my prisoner try, unsuccessfully, to give herself an orgasm by rubbing against the bed. “Now we have what you want.” I opened the bag and contemplated its contents. I released Sister and let her rub her arms. But quickly I laid her down and with the rope and leather in the bag tied her out spread-eagle on her stomach on the bed. Using a crop in the bag I spent some time working her over until her ass and part of her back were a warm red. She was making little mewing noises and small cries of pain. Turning her over, I resecured her. Into her mouth went an inflatable cock which I pumped up until her lips were bulging and her eyes looked wide and concerned. A similar item went up her ass and was also inflated until she was clearly uncomfortable. I released her legs but used the rope to secure her ankles to her thighs. I’d threaded another rope around each knee and secured the other end to the bed frame, they served to pull her knees apart. I got a pillow and put it under her ass. Now her pussy was elevated, open, exposed. I lowered myself on top of her. Bringing my face close to hers, I said, “You really didn’t say it was OK for me to fuck you again. I never asked, you never said.” I thrust into her, as deep as I could go. “I don’t want your consent, you can’t refuse. You have no control.” Her eyes were open even wider now, I heard little cries escape around the gag. She tugged on her bonds. I thrust into her again and again, being as hard and forceful as I could. I stopped and put my hands around her face. “Stuffed three ways, and no control over any of it.” She was trying to move her head from side to side, trying to speak. “This isn’t sex. We had sex earlier, this is control, ownership. I decide what your body will do.” Suddenly I pulled out, grabbed a vibrator and put it on her wet and hot pussy. She practically exploded, rocking herself to orgasm in seconds. I untied her and she just laid there, quietly sobbing. She slowly recovered. She rose up, put her arms around me and said, over and over again, “Thank you, thank you.” “You made it.” She breathed heavy, blowing out a breath and taking one in as big. “I was afraid you’d back off, quit.” “No way,” I smiled. The scene had been intense for reasons of her experience and emotions, not for what pain I’d inflected. She’d told me of her upbringing, of how she’d been punished in religious school for sexual urges, for pleasuring herself. She’d been punished, her hands tied up even, her mouth gagged by a cruel nun. Now she wanted that experience again, but to overlay the memories of loss of control with intense sexual pleasure, to recode the pain of being hit with a ruler with pain associated with sex. She was back to normal now. “Of course, you know, you’ll need to repeat the treatment many times for it to be successful.” She laughed and again put her arms around me, but it was a cuddle this time. “I think tonight was unique.” She gazed into my eyes. “I want to fall asleep in your arms.” We lay down, the narrow bed requiring us to cuddle close. We did fall asleep. In the middle of the night our movements woke each other up and we made love in total darkness, feeling each other’s body, being aware of touch and smell. I licked her to another orgasm and she opened for my penetration. We fell asleep again and in the morning I woke with sun to see her golden hair splayed over the bed, her face in total repose, tucked against my chest. This was a sight more dear than even our violent fucking. [ On to chapter 5 ] |