Chapter Thirteen
Hidden Prisoners
And so began my existence as a Sister Of The Order Of Eternal Penance.
The Office Of Holy Discipline was cunning and cruel in the use of its powers, for sometimes in the night, while I lay chained in my stocks on the bed, held upside down on it in the alcove, my Controllers would tease me to arousal and very occasionally an orgasm, but I was made to suffer horridly unending tortures for those brief moments of bliss. I came to desperately fear the unavoidable arousal; knowing that I was soon to pay dearly for the sensations my brain and body craved so desperately.
That first night, I was fitted with a thing that I truly hate wearing. The two Sisters stood me beside my bed, then one raised the heavy hem of the Habit’s skirt. The other brought forth a lon
