Surrender To Sin: Erotica Collections

Use Me, Father Damien

(Avena's pov)

The heavy oak door closed behind me with a loud click. I was now locked inside the secret basement under the old rectory. No one from the convent could ever know what was happening down here.

My heart beat very fast. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. The air smelled of leather, old incense, and polished wood. Soft warm lights lit up the secret room. I saw the tall St. Andrew's cross against the stone wall.

There was a padded bench for spanking. Many ropes, chains, and metal tools hung neatly on the walls.

I stood still in my plain black nun habit. My hands felt cold. Reverend Father Damien stood in the middle of the room. He is the priest everyone respects. He gives powerful sermons every Sunday. Now he looked tall and strong. His black priest shirt was open at the top. I could see part of his hard chest. His dark eyes looked at my body slowly. His look was full of hunger and sin.

"Strip, Sister Avena," he ordered in a deep, calm voice. "Take off your holy habit. Take off every piece of clothing. Do it very slowly. I want to watch. Show me the body you promised to God. Today you will give it to me instead."

My fingers shook as I started to obey. First I took off my white veil and let it drop to the floor. My hair fell free. Then I opened the front of my black habit. I pulled the heavy cloth down over my shoulders and body. It fell around my feet. I stood there in just my simple white bra and panties.

I took a deep breath. Then I unhooked my bra. My full breasts came out. My n*****s were already hard from the cool air. Last I pulled my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. Now I was completely naked in front of my priest.

Father Damien walked closer. He stopped right in front of me. I could feel the heat from his body. He reached out and put one big warm hand on my breast. His thumb moved in slow circles around my hard n****e. Then he pinched it. The feeling was sharp and good. I gasped loudly. A hot wave of wetness rushed between my legs.

"Look at you, Sister," he said softly. His voice was thick with desire. "You are a bride of Christ. You took holy vows. But your body is already wet and ready for your Reverend Father. You pray for purity every single night in your cell. But really you dream about this. You dream about me using you."

"Yes, Father," I whispered. My face felt hot with shame. But the shame only made me wetter. "Every night I touch myself and think about you. I feel so guilty but I cannot stop."

He smiled a little. Then he walked to a soft velvet box on the table. He took out the collar. It was made of thick black leather with soft lining inside.

There was a heavy metal ring in the front. When I looked closely I saw the word Property engraved inside. Next to it was a small cross. It felt like a direct sin against everything we believed

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"On your knees, Sister," he said.

I dropped down quickly onto the cool stone floor. My knees felt the cold right away. Father Damien moved behind me.

He gathered my long hair and pulled it to one side. He placed the collar around my neck. The leather felt snug and firm. He buckled it carefully. Then the lock clicked shut. That sound sent a strong throb through my p***y. I was so wet now.

He attached a thick silver chain to the front ring. He gave the chain a gentle pull. I had to lift my head and look up into his eyes. These were the same eyes that preached about chastity and holiness every week in church.

"How does it feel, my devoted little Sister?" he asked. His fingers slowly traced the edge of the new collar on my skin.

"It feels real, Father," I answered. My voice was shaky and soft. "I feel like I truly belong to you now. My body and my soul are yours."

Father Damien looked pleased. His smile was dark and full of control. He pulled the chain again. This time he brought my face right against the big hard bulge in his black trousers.

My cheek pressed against it. I could feel how thick and hot his c**k was under the cloth. It twitched when I touched it.

"Good girl," he said. "From this moment your body is mine to touch, to tease, and to use. Your purity belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. Your pain belongs to me.

When we are down here you will call me Father or Master. You will not have any orgasms unless I allow them. All your sins are now mine.

Tonight I will look at every part of the body I have taken from God. I will tease you for a long time. I will make you shake and drip your juices on the holy stone floor. You will beg your priest for mercy. But you will wait until I say you can c*m. Do you understand, Sister Avena?"

"Yes, Father. Yes, Master," I moaned. I pressed my thighs together tight. I was dripping wet. My juices were running down my legs.

He pulled the chain a bit harder this time. "Now crawl to the middle of the room, Sister. Keep your ass high in the air. Spread your knees. Show your priest your wet forbidden p***y and your tight little ass.

Show me like the sinful nun you really are."

Shame and strong lust filled me at the same time. I started crawling on my hands and knees across the cool floor. My heavy breasts swayed and brushed the ground with every move.

The silver chain hung down and touched my skin. I arched my back deeply. I pushed my ass up high and opened my knees wide. I presented everything to him. My pink p***y was shiny and very wet. My small tight hole was open and ready for his eyes.

Behind me I heard the sound of cloth. Father Damien was taking off his priest shirt. I imagined his strong arms and chest. I felt his burning eyes on my naked body. The good nun who took holy vows was now collared and crawling like a w***e for her own priest.

The collar felt heavy around my neck. It reminded me again and again of the big sin we were doing together.

I had never felt so excited in my whole life. I wanted everything he would do to me next.