BDSM Church Girl Obedience

The Morning of Sunday Mass

She had woken up early and left for church before anyone in her family was awake, leading them to believe she was going to pray and reflect. A simple lie, one she'd have to atone for later.

When she arrived at the church, it was still dark, and the priest opened the front door upon hearing her car park. He was already dressed in his black outfit with a white collar, his hair neatly slicked back and his face freshly washed.

"The others are still sleeping in the rectory," he said of the few other priests who ran the church. "We won't be disturbed."

She nodded. "We'll be quiet."

"Come, let's go down to the basement."

He closed and relocked the main door, leaving them alone in the church which was dimly lit, giving it an eerie feeling.

"What's in the basement?" she asked.

"Complete privacy."

The words sent a shiver down her spine. Her heartbeat rose as they walked through the empty church, past all the empty rows of seats, then down the stairs to the basement where the lights were already on. The priest's face had a cold demeanor which was impossible for anyone to read. Sara wondered if he was secretly aroused too.

Once there, Sara noted how this part of the basement was essentially a storage area full of supplies. It was a part of the church she had never been before, and she wondered what games he had in mind.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked as they stood face-to-face. "I can understand if you change your mind. What I have to offer isn't for everyone."

Sara gulped. "And what do you have to offer?"

"When I was a young man, I learned things from a dominant older woman. She taught me how to control. To clinch a person's willful submission and to give pleasure from it. She taught me how to train a person's obedience. So, Sara, I'll ask you again, are you sure you want this?"

She nodded. "Yes."

That was when the priest reached for a blindfold that was on a nearby table. It was long, slender, and black, in a perfectly rectangular shape. He held it out in front of Sara's face.

"Close your eyes," he said.

Sara obeyed. Then the priest covered her eyes with the blindfold and expertly tied it behind her head, leaving her in complete darkness.

"Now undress for me," he said in his fatherly voice.

While blindfolded, Sara removed her thin jacket and tossed it on the nearby table. The next step was more difficult. She pulled her Sunday dress overhead, leaving her standing in her matching pair of white bra and panties. She always wore white undergarments on Sunday because it represented purity.

For the next moment, Sara hesitated, standing scantily clad in her undergarments and shoes in front of this religious figure. Under the circumstance, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. What she appreciated was the fact that the priest didn't push her. He simply allowed her to undress at her own pace, one she was comfortable with.

She reached back and unclasped her white bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her pert young breasts on full display under the lights, curving upwards, her light pink nipples stiffening in the cool air.

She reached down to slide her white panties off, kicking them away with her foot. Her nice legs and cleanly shaven pussy in full view. A thin labia displayed between her legs.

She used her feet to kick both shoes off, standing barefoot on the hard floor.

It was in that moment, the moment of Sara's full exposure, that she felt a cold chill against her bare body, reminding her of her current naked state. She was totally bare except for the silver cross hanging around her neck; a stark reminder of her faith.

"You are such a natural beauty," he said. "A lovely creature."

"Thank you," she whispered back.

As she was blindfolded, her other senses became heightened. She heard the priest's footsteps coming nearer, no doubt getting a closer look at her nudity. Then she heard him walking behind her, probably getting a good look at her butt.

He brought his lips to her ear. "The essence of dominance and submission is the trust between two people. It is a deep and real vulnerability between both individuals, especially for the submissive. It takes getting to know each other to find out what works and what doesn't. So, are you ready to find out what your boundaries are?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly. "I want to learn."

"Then follow me."

Follow him? Where would they be going? She thought. Would they really be leaving the safety that the church basement provided?

The answer came when the priest took her by the hand and led her forward, with her bare feet walking on the cold hard floor. The surprise of the moment grew heavier as she was being led up the stairs.

Her heart continued to pound. This time, it wasn't only out of sexual arousal, but fear. The possibility of getting caught by another priest in the church was real and Sara questioned her decision to do this. Nevertheless, she had complete trust in him. She was ready for whatever was to come.

As they reached the main floor of the church, Sara felt warmth against her skin. She was glad that she no longer had to be naked in that cold basement any longer. But now, she was naked in a place where the church congregation would be gathering in a couple of hours to attend Mass. The place of holy worship.

"Almost there," he said.

"Where are we going?"

"You're going to confess everything."

Inside the confessional? Oh goodness. This was making her wet. She so desperately wanted to rip off the blindfold and reclaim some sense of control, but her sexual desires wouldn't allow it. She wanted to play his game.

Finally, as she was being led lightly by the hand, Sara stepped naked inside the confessional booth, getting down on her knees. The small door closed. Such an odd feeling in her current state. With the blindfold still on, she felt like she had been confined in a tiny space. Then she heard the priest enter the other side of the booth.

As exciting as this was, Sara was a little disappointed that there was now a small screen separating them. How she wanted to touch him, rub against him, and eventually take him inside of her mouth.

"You know how this works," he said.

She gulped first. "Bless me Father for I have sinned."

In the back of her mind, she could feel the priest staring at her blindfolded face as she made her confession. She could also feel him peering at her hard pink nipples.

"Go on," he said. "Tell me how you have sinned."

Sara gulped harder. "I've had a sexual relationship with a professor."

"Are you still a virgin? Answer truthfully."

"Yes, I am. I'm still a virgin."

"Then your sin is not as grave," he answered. "But tell me, why did you do it? You knew it was immoral, didn't you?"

Shame was building within her; her arousal was building at an equal pace.

"I did it because I couldn't control myself."

"In what way?"

"Sexually," she replied, ashamed of her moral shortcomings.

"Were these intense desires?"

She nodded. "Yes, they were. They still are."

"Then show me."

"What?"

"You say your sexual desires are still intense. Show me what you do with yourself. This is penance for your sins, if you seek forgiveness."

And she did want forgiveness. Sara parted her knees. She reached below and rubbed herself. All the while, she imagined the face of the priest. Was his face full of lust and enticement? Or was he still stoic? Sara could not possibly know, nor would she ever.

It felt so good being able to masturbate like this. So free of judgment and guilt. Despite the fact that they were in a holy place, Sara felt at ease pleasuring herself since it was under the instruction of a priest. Once again, she imagined what his facial expressions must have been.

"Do you like telling me this?" he asked in an evenly toned voice.

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.

"Why?"

Sara tried speaking clearly as she masturbated. "Because I have no one else to talk to about this. If I talk with my church friends, they would make me feel ashamed for thinking about sex, for having sinful thoughts, for lusting when I'm not married."

Her fingers continued rubbing her pussy in the most elegant of ways. It was a technique that Sara had perfected; rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. The fluids were already running onto her fingers.

"Don't you have other college friends who aren't with the church?"

"I don't want to talk about sex with them," she answered, breathing heavy. "I don't want to be labeled a hypocrite for being less than completely pure and innocent while being so religious. They'd tell me to lose my faith and ditch the church."

"A fair point."

"Should I stop touching myself?" she asked, feeling the guilt return.

"No. Part of your penance is to confess while pleasuring yourself."

"Okay." She breathed.

"Keep rubbing, but you are not allowed to cum yet," he said. "Now tell me what you have done with your professor. Confess your sins in detail. Let it go. Rub yourself while you do it. I am here for you, listening, watching."

The fire burned deep inside Sara. This was a whole new level of taboo and sexual exploration. This wasn't just physical, it was also mental. Her mind was being pushed to a limit that her deeply-held faith would allow. In a church of all places, while she was naked and masturbating.

She breathed deeply, sucking in air. "I lusted after him, in my heart and soul. I wanted him in every way. I used our private sessions to lust after him even further. I wanted this sin, that's why I feel so ashamed."

"You're hiding details, Sara. Be open. Be honest. Rub yourself while you tell me this."

Sara breathed harder, rubbing her pussy, her fingers dancing around her clit. "I took him inside my mouth. It would happen in his office, or in his car."

Her fingers rubbed faster and her body tensed. The lustful expression was clear on her face. Her jaw dropped, she breathed heavier, and her lips quivered.

"Sara, this is your confession. Cleanse yourself of the sin. Your penance is to be open and honest with me. To confess the full story."

"I was the one who initiated it," she confessed further. "It was me."

"I thought so," he said, sure of himself. "Tell me how you did it."

The shame burned inside Sara. But so did the intense arousal. A lust that would never go away, no matter how hard she tried to repress it. She clenched her eyes shut, even though she was already blindfolded. Her toes curled as she thought about what she would say next.

"I told my professor that I was a virgin," she explained with guilt. "The topic only came up because the book we were reading in class had sexual parts to it. He was surprised, but he knew about my religious side. I always wear the cross prominently around my neck."

"How did it go further? What did you do?"

For the first time that morning, Sara finally detected it. There was lust in the priest's voice. He was definitely aroused. And that arousal from the priest only added fuel to the fire inside of Sara's pussy.

"I told him everything," she said. "My thoughts. My views on sexuality. And he listened. I felt safe with him. I asked if my story was making him hard, and he said yes. I told him I had never seen a man's penis before, and he flinched. I asked if I could see it. That's when he locked the door, sat down, and showed me."

"What did you do then?"

Sara gulped hard. "I got on my knees. Even though I'm a virgin, I'm not ignorant. I had an idea of what to do. And he guided me so that I did a good job."

"Did he teach you well?"

The lust in the priest's voice was thick, and that only made Sara even more aroused.

"He taught me well," she confirmed breathlessly. "I fell in love with sucking his dick. I can take it deep. That's what he liked about me. That I could take his dick far inside my mouth before gagging. He also liked the warmth of my mouth and the feeling of my tongue and lips."

"Where would he finish?"

"Always in my mouth."

This time, it was the priest's turn to breathe deeply. There was a brief moment of silence between them, and the only sound which both of them could hear was the sound of Sara rubbing her wet pussy. She was so horny, a slight gasp escaped her lips as she slipped two fingers inside her cunt.

"It's okay dear," he said. "Cum for me, now. I want to hear it. I want you to feel the pleasure flowing through you."

For the first time -- in all her years of masturbation -- Sara was able to do this without guilt because it was under the supervision of a dutiful priest. As odd as that was, it meant a lot to Sara. This was her chance for sexual liberation and acceptance of all the lust that was naturally within her.

While on her knees, her body tensed as she continued to rub furiously. Her mind flashed with different thoughts as she played with herself. She thought about the fling with her professor. She thought about the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. She thought about swallowing cum.

But what brought her to an orgasm was knowing that her priest was watching her masturbate. It was the ultimate thrill. In her limited experience with sexual activities, this was a life changing event.

"Oh my god," she whispered as her body clenched and spasmed.

Her lips quivered and her toes curled. Her back went stiff as she played with her pussy. The orgasm sent a trickle of fluids in between her fingers, with the excess flowing down between her legs. It left her quivering and shaking from the intensity, then came a wave of relief. The pleasure lingered.

"It is a joy watching you," he said, almost in admiration.

"Thank you," she breathed, putting her hand down after the orgasm. "May I remove my blindfold now?"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Their deeply erotic moment was disturbed by a cell phone in the priest's pocket. Who the hell would be calling at this hour in the morning? And why did the priest leave his cell phone on during their intimate confession?

Sara was slightly peeved while the priest said, 'Excuse me for a moment,' and took the call while they were both in the booth. He spoke on the phone, exchanging only a few words with whoever was calling.

"My deepest apologies," he said, putting his phone away. "Church duties. We'll have to continue this later."

Sara was crushed with disappointment. Even though she just had a powerful orgasm, she still wanted more. She wanted to spend the entire morning with him, even though that wasn't possible, so she could pick his brain and learn all of his beliefs on human sexuality.

"Who is it? Do we have to end this now?"

"I'm afraid so. That was Mrs. Henderson. She'll be here any minute to help prepare breakfast. She also wants a private confessional."

"She does?" Sara asked, almost jealous by the sound of that.

The priest was amused, "It's nothing like that. We're friends. But she prefers the privacy of early Sunday mornings."

"Can't I stay with you?"

"And do what?"

"I want to stay in the booth with you," she pleaded, her utterly taboo desire refusing to let go. "I'll be quiet. I'll stay on my knees so that Mrs. Henderson won't see me."

"And why would you want to hide on your knees in this booth with me?"

"I... I want to suck your cock. Please? I'm good at it."

There was a pause after those words left her lips. Either the priest was too shocked to respond, or he was considering it. After a few moments, Sara got her answer.

"You must promise to be silent," he said calmly. "And never repeat anything that you hear. Okay?"

"I swear. I'll never tell anyone."

She heard the sound of the priest leaving his booth, then the sound of her booth being opened. The priest had removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the wetness away from Sara's fingers and thighs. Then he guided Sara to her feet. They left the booth, and once again, she was barefoot and naked in the church she had attended all her life.

"Will you remove the blindfold?" she asked.

"No. It's part of your obedience, your submission. I control where you move, what you do, and how you do it. Understood?"

Even after the orgasm, Sara's pussy still managed to ache in arousal.

"Yes, I understand."

"Follow me. I will lead you to my side of the booth."

It was only a few feet. The priest had guided her to the other booth, then placed her on her knees. It was uncomfortable being made to sit so low, but at the same time, she would be receiving great pleasure from this. Pleasure from making her priest happy.

"There is a reason I'm letting you stay in this booth with me, while Mrs. Henderson does her confessional," he explained. "I want you to understand that human sexuality is a prevalent part of life. It is something we must accept, not shun."

"Thank you."

"But you want more than that, don't you? You want more than just a simple lesson."

Sara nodded. "I want to suck your cock, Father Ryan."

"Very well. You must do so silently, so that Mrs. Henderson won't hear you. Be silent, gentle, and slow. Use your tongue and your lips. Serve me."

Her breathing grew harder. "Yes, thank you."

There was a car pulling up in the parking lot. That was the cue for Sara to crouch down and then the priest closed the door, hiding her.

For the next few minutes, Sara hid inside the tiny booth, while the priest engaged in conversation with Mrs. Henderson. Finally, the priest had guided Mrs. Henderson to her side of the confessional booth (the side in which Sara had orgasmed a few moments earlier).

The door to the booth opened, and the priest entered his side, while Sara was hiding on the floor.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned," Mrs. Henderson said.

"What is your confession?"

"It's about what I've been doing with my husband. We finally went through with our plan to visit a sex club."

While hiding in the booth with the priest, Sara was shocked beyond belief hearing this. After all, this was Mrs. Henderson, a childhood friend of Sara's mom. This was a woman who had practically helped raise Sara. This was a woman who was a pillar of the community and a cornerstone of the church. Mrs. Henderson was the epitome of being 'prim & proper,' and here she was, confessing the intimate details of her sex life.

As they spoke, the priest gently grabbed Sara by the hand, pulling her to do something. That was when she felt it. The priest had quietly undone his pants, and Sara was now holding his erection.

The feeling of the cock made Sara's heart skip a beat. She wondered what caused this to happen. Was the priest aroused from hearing the details of Mrs. Henderson's bedroom activities? Or was he aroused from naked Sara? Maybe he really wanted his cock sucked like all men do.

Whatever the case, Sara had a duty to perform; her penance for the priest. In some perverse way, she felt this would lead to forgiveness for all her sins, simply because an ordained priest had deemed it to be true. This was penance that Sara would love doing. In truth, she loved sucking cock. She loved it from the moment she first did it. Afterwards, all she could think about was doing it again. And in that very moment, all Sara wanted, with all her heart, was to take that cock inside of her mouth so she could please it.

As she was listening to the deeply personal confession that Mrs. Henderson was giving, Sara carefully lifted her head so that she could swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. Immediately, the cock twitched, so she swirled her tongue some more. She loved that she was doing this to her Father. Then she sucked the head of the cock in between her lips, making it throb in agony. She wondered how the priest had the discipline to remain still and not make any noises.

The cock pulsed inside her mouth. Sara wondered when the last time the priest felt this sort of sexual pleasure. It must have been years. Poor guy, she thought. Knowing that the priest hadn't received this kind of pleasure in so long was enticing to Sara and only increased her desire to please him.

"We did everything at the club," Mrs. Henderson confessed. "It was a swingers club. Most of the men were younger, who adore women my age. It was like heaven to me. My body was worshiped, and I worshiped them back. I performed oral sex on at least 4 men. I had sexual intercourse with 3 of them."

"Go on."

"After this happened, I've had a horrible feeling of guilt. Of betraying my faith."

"How does your husband feel?" the priest said.

Mrs. Henderson nearly giggled. "Oh, he loves it. He had his share of fun with the women there. And he loved watching me in heat."

Hearing these juicy details made Sara slow down her efforts in sucking the cock. She wanted to pause and listen to every last tidbit. But as the priest was looking at Mrs. Henderson through the thin screen, he reached down and tapped Sara on the head, signaling her to continue sucking.

And so she did. As the confessional continued, Sara went back to work, sucking, licking, and bobbing on the hard cock. Of course, she was careful too. She didn't want to make any unnecessary slurping noises. She didn't do anything that would jeopardize this highly secretive relationship.

Sara did enough to drive this man wild with her mouth. And she did so silently. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the hard shaft, sucking with a powerful force. Carefully, as to not accidentally make any noises. Then she'd bob her head. When she wasn't doing that, she'd hold the cock in her hand, gently stroking it, then swirl her tongue around the head of his penis, which would in turn, consistently cause the priest to twitch ever-so-slightly.

"We've always enjoyed vibrant sex," Mrs. Henderson said. "But now, oh my gosh, things almost feel out of hand."

Sara continued sucking the cock, while also savoring the most intimate details of Mrs. Henderson's sex life. This was the kind of information that would destroy Mrs. Henderson, but Sara wasn't going to tell. After all, Sara now had a mouthful of her own secret, one which she greatly enjoyed having.

As Sara continued her oral service, she felt the hand of the priest strongly caressing her hair, then pulling her head down even further, ever so gently. She knew he wanted her throat, and she was determined to give it to him without getting caught. She was determined to show her obedience by taking him deep.

The confessional with Mrs. Henderson continued in graphic detail, as Sara took the erection further, inch by inch, until her throat was nearly reached. The head of the cock was in the back of her mouth. She tried not to gag or make any sounds as the priest held her in that position. But she kept on sucking the cock, even as her head was bound by the priest's hand, and her throat was near the point of gagging. Sara was not an experienced cocksucker by any means, but she had a natural talent for it, and a strong desire to please.

The priest's hand squeezed tighter, clenching Sara's hair, silently commanding her to hold the deepthroat pose and to continue giving the oral pleasure.

"You need not be forgiven," the priest said in conclusion, his cock buried deep in Sara's throat. "As long as you and your husband are consenting whole-heartedly, then this is for both of you to decide. Not I."

"Thank you, Father," Mrs. Henderson replied with gratitude.

By the time the confessional was complete, Sara felt like she had been on her knees for an eternity. Her throat was freed as the cock was pulled away, leaving a string of saliva hanging from her lips and chin. Her lower back had begun to ache from the poor posture of kneeling down so low. Her jaw was tired, but she wouldn't complain about that, she adored sucking this cock.

With Mrs. Henderson off to the kitchen, they had complete privacy in the confessional booth.

The priest stood, then he pulled away Sara's blindfold. For the first time in nearly an hour, Sara regained her vision.

She looked up to see the priest, who looked down at her. His cock was throbbing and wet with saliva. The cock looked impossibly hard and Sara was happy that her naked body and warm mouth had made this happen. He was caressing his erection ever so gently.

"Your submission and penance are almost completed," he said, with lust in his voice. "Did you enjoy listening to Mrs. Henderson's sexual activities with her husband?"

Sara nodded. "It made me wet again. I never would have suspected that she'd do such things."

"Sexual desires are part of humanity, my dear. What else did you enjoy this morning?"

"Everything. Being naked for you, in church. Being blindfolded. Masturbating for you. And I'm now obsessed with sucking your cock. Will you let me swallow?"

"Of course," he said, stroking himself harder. "Open your mouth. Give me your tongue."

"Thank you," she replied, opening her mouth wide open, sticking her tongue out to catch all of his cum.

For that moment in time, Sara could barely recognize the man she was looking up at, as he furiously stroked his hard cock in front of her face. His eyes were filled with lust and sexual desire for Sara.

He came. His cock shot ropes of cum. Each shot of cum was aimed directly towards the open hole. And with Sara's mouth wide open, and her tongue sticking out like a thirsty puppy, none of the cum missed. Everything landed on her tongue, where they both wanted it to go.

When it was done, Sara looked the priest in the eyes, her tongue still hanging out to display the cum. Then, while their eyes remained locked, Sara put her tongue back in her mouth, pressed her lips together, and gulped hard, swallowing everything, sending the hot cum straight down her throat and into her stomach.

"Your penance is complete," he said, breathing heavy and softly stroking her hair. "You are forgiven for all transgressions. Now, it is time to get your clothes. You must get dressed."

She smiled, "I prefer being naked for you."

The priest held Sara by the back of her head, compelling her mouth to return to his cock. She took the flaccid penis inside her mouth and cleaned it, slurping up the remnants of cum still lingering, sliding her tongue across the tip of the penis and making sure to swallow.

It was only a few hours later that Sunday Mass occurred. The parishioners sat in the pews while the choir girls sang in their long pretty robes. These songs were their pride and joy. This was the tradition of the church.

Sara was in the choir loft, singing in the middle row. As a veteran choir girl, she lived for days like this. It was everything a church girl could hope for. She was embracing her faith, entertaining the community, and bringing people together. That was why the choir girls loved to sing.

But unlike the other choir girls, Sara was naked underneath her gown. Her breasts and bare bottom pressing against the soft fabric of the gown. A faint trace of cum was still on her breath. As she sang proudly, all she could think about was taking the priest inside her mouth again, pleasing him, and serving him so obediently.
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