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Once Mother Superior had checked into the hotel, and Monsignor James had
carried her luggage to her room, Catherine turned to James. "James! Have
you forgotten how to behave? Take your clothes off immediately."
James muttered "Yes Mistress," as he hurriedly scampered to remove
his shirt. Catherine was pleased to see the clerical collar - which he always
wore regardless of garb - removed. As James
began to remove his trousers, Catherine could see by the pre cum that had leaked
through his pants, that James was already beginning to get very aroused.
"Come on! Hurry up. You are boring me," she commanded in an
authoritative voice. James removed his trousers and folded them neatly. His cock
and balls were indeed held erect, upright and outwards by the harness that
Catherine had not seen in such a long time. The sight of his cock so hard and
ready pleased Catherine immensely.
Catherine reached into her travel bag for her accessories. "Get on your
knees in front of me!" snapped Catherine. James dropped to all fours in
front of his Mistress. Catherine snapped a studded dog collar around his neck.
Quickly she cuffed his wrists and his ankles. As she performed the once so familiar
ritual, James’ cock began to drip. "Don’t you dare!" she said.
James grasped the base of his cock hard. He knew he couldn’t cum or he would
be in for a lot of punishment. The thought of having to hold back after such a
long time caused him to be even more thrilled though, and he feared that he may
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Once James was shackled and kneeling in front of her, Catherine began to
remove her habit. "You may watch," she said as she grabbed James’
hair and lifted his head upwards. Underneath her habit, Catherine was wearing a
crotchless latex G-string. Her clean shaven pussy lips peeked invitingly through
the hole in her panties. James’ tongue was only a couple of inches from her
slit. He could smell her, her aroma pungent and strong as she had yet to shower.
He desperately wanted to lick her. He knew though that he would have to wait until he
was invited to do so. The temptation was driving him wild and again he
had to grasp at the base of his penis to prevent him from a terrible mishap.
Catherine removed the remainder of her habit to reveal a peep hole bra that
covered just enough of her breasts to highlight their full roundness. Her large
nipples were now erect; virtually screaming to be suckled. James looked up at
the Goddess before him. He vaguely remembered something about supposedly
worshipping only one God, but he was powerless to deny Mistress Catherine. After
all, he rationalised, God wasn't actually here in the room, but Catherine sure was.
Instead of inviting James to touch her body, Catherine began to play with
herself. As her fingertips rolled deliciously around and over her clitoris she
began to moan softly.
"James, you bastard. Do you want me? Do you want to probe my cunt with
your tongue? Do you want to make me as wet as hell and then lick me dry? I’ll
bet you can almost taste me from there," Catherine teased wickedly.
"Yes Mistress, I would very much like to do that if you would permit me
to do so," grovelled James.
"Well, well, well," Catherine said patronisingly, "If you hadn’t
left me then maybe I would let you. We’ll see. Maybe later. First of all I
have to punish you for leaving me for so long."
With that, Catherine licked her fingers and took a riding crop from her bag.
She approached James from behind and beat him repeatedly over the buttocks until
they were crimson coloured. The first hit had startled James. "Yes,"
he thought. "It has been a while." Despite the sharp pain that each
strike of the crop inflicted, James could not help but become excited. She loved
him enough to punish him like this. He was grateful to have her, and he waited
to find out what would be next.
A long silence filled the air once the whipping had ceased. Catherine
instructed him to stay still and wait for her return. She disappeared into the
hotel room’s bathroom. For Monsignor James time moved slowly during those few
moments. For him it was like sitting in a hot classroom on a summer’s
afternoon watching the wall clock’s second hand tick in suspended animation.
When she reappeared, his Mistress, his Mother Superior held nipple clamps in her
hand, and she had strapped a dildo to her crotch.
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As she moved closer to Monsignor James, Catherine leant down and whispered
gently in his ear. "You’ve been a bad bad slave haven’t you James? You
must confess to me now. You know that don’t you? I’ll put these clamps on
and then you have to tell me how bad you have been." Catherine’s breath on his ear was
tantalising, and when her breast brushed against him as she placed the nipple
clamps in place James could barely breathe. God how he wanted her to let
him touch her, God how he wanted her to let him worship her.
"Yes Mistress, I have been a very bad slave. I am not worthy of you.
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"Well confessing is a very good start!" Catherine announced as she
moved behind him. His legs were spread far apart, and he felt a sudden coldness
as Catherine placed lubricant on his butt hole. The coldness soon disappeared as
he felt her massage the lube into his hole with her finger. The sensation of
having her finger fuck his hole was exhilarating. Once again he felt dangerously
close to orgasm. Just as he thought he may no longer be able to hold on, his
impending ecstasy was temporarily stalled as he felt the wide hard shaft of the
strap on enter him. Catherine pounded and pounded, ramming the dildo so far up
James that he could feel it deeper inside him than anything he’d ever
experienced before. His nipples hurt, the cheeks of his butt hurt, and his ass
was getting the work out of its life. He felt his balls surge as the tension
continued to build. He held his cock to prevent himself from cumming. Catherine
was pleased. He had been bad and neglectful, but he was accepting his punishment
appropriately. If he had faltered in his duties he was making up for it now. As
Catherine pounded her way to orgasm she moaned loudly, "Repent your sins
you fucker! You are a bad Priest." As Catherine climaxed James could feel
the shudder from her body as the juices pulsated from her. Gradually the
pulsating subsided and Catherine was pleased.
Catherine removed the strap on and sat on the bed in front of James.
"James, you have behaved well today. I am pleased. You may lick me
dry," Catherine finally uttered the words that James had been waiting to
hear. Eagerly he parted the lips of her pussy, her clitoris was hard and erect.
He lapped hungrily at the hot wet juice before him. He continued to do so until
Catherine was once again aroused. "You may cum this time as soon as I
do," she said. James increased his efforts – he knew that he wouldn’t
last much longer. As Catherine’s juices flowed into his mouth, Monsignor James
blew his cum. His orgasm continued to pump from his body for several seconds.
Catherine leaned forward and removed the studded collar from James’ neck. She
then removed the nipple clamps and cuffs. Looking downwards at her slave, Mother
Superior commanded him, "Get up now James. Help me clean up. You made such
a mess." Sated and pleased to have once again regained his
Mistress' affections, James hurriedly rose to carry out her bidding.
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