Bdsm and confession wonder how this works out? |
Little Lamb A young dark haired Latina Knelt before the reverend Father. Sunlight streamed in Dancing across her tear stained face. Her soft palms pressed together She prayed to the robed man before her. "Forgive me father for I have sinned This shall be my last confession." Her head bowed slowly, Yet her voice still cut through the stale air. "Father, I wish to be set free. Father, I do not have faith in this sacrament. Father, I have partaken of another's wine. Father, please forgive me, your child under god." The robed man stepped forward And looked at the girl, his face impassive. Tenderly he placed a white hand a top her head. Gently let the mass of curls play between his fingers, As he slid his hand down to her neck. A chill shot through her Goosebumps flecked her tanned flesh. His voice came soft and soothing From the flowing sparse robes. "My child, this is only the beginning Of your many repetitive nights." He tightened his hand in her hair Yanking her head back To reveal more tears in her blue eyes With menace in his voice, "Suck my cock girl" Beauty closed her eyes Licked her lips and smiled. "Thank you Father" Without question she followed the rest of the flock. |