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The priest heard the door open and close. He waited for a moment and then opened the sliding screen. “How many days since your last confession?”
“Many.”
He paused hearing a woman’s voice. “What can I help you with?”
“I think it’s me, that can help you.”
Her voice was familiar, though he couldn’t place from where, and it made him uneasy. “Help me? I don’t think you ca-”
“I have been having impure thoughts, about priests.”
There was silence and then she continued.
“Have you ever had impure thoughts, your holiness?” Something in her voice rung his head like a bell. “I….” he tried to stop himself, there was no way she could know. “I’ve never…” his heart beat faster. “It’s okay your holiness, everyone has impure thoughts.”
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“You don’t know me, but I know you. Or maybe you do know me, but you don’t remember from where, and it’s puzzling you isn’t it?”
Clearing his throat, the priest answered her, “I’ve never acted on such thoughts, but as you say people have them.”
“I know that’s a lie.”
The Priest was too stunned to speak. “Wh-who are you?”
“I’m an old friend, let’s just say that.”
“An old friend who knows you need to masturbate.”
He backed away from the screen. Imagery flooding back to him. Opening the door to the confessional, he raced out of the church, never looking behind him. Her words echoed in his mind, “masturbate. masturbate. masturbate.”
The priest shook his head, bringing his hands to his ears. “No… it’s not real. No, no no..”
“Sir are you alright?”
He looked up in horror to find an elderly woman touching his arm with a concerned look on her face. Regaining his composure, he nodded, “yes, just ahm.. terribly sorry I have a bad migraine. That’s all.”
The woman smiled at him and patted his hand. “That’s alright dear, you just need to go home and masturbate.”
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He fled upon hearing her words and the demonic, curled smile that formed on her lips. Running as fast as he could, he avoided eye contact with anyone he passed, and kept running until he was finally home. Closing the door, and putting the chain on, he heard an unintelligible whisper, and whirled around. No one was there, and as he listened he realized he was alone. He laughed, maniacal laughter, “this is silly,” he said out loud. Turning to walk up the stairs, something drew his attention to the wall near the living room.
“Masturbate.”
Scrawled across the wall in red paint. Wide eyed and clutching his collar, the priest screamed like a little bitch and ran up the stairs. He remembered her now, the woman he’d met long ago. She had been one of the nuns there, but.. Something about her had not been very nun-like.
“Especially not the way I rode your big priest cock like a wanton whore of babylon… and then made you do that thing with the roast chicken.”
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How could she know? His very thought, as if finishing a sentence. The not quite nun, laying across his bed, legs spread, rubbing a large golden crucifix over the crotch of her black lace panties. “You know how I know,” she said laughing. “Oh come on your holiness, join me… masturbate for me. I think you want to, I know you want to. I know what’s best for you, and what’s best for you right now is to masturbate.”
He knew this blasphemy Mistress wasn’t human, she couldn’t be. Not after what she did to him that night on the church altar. Not after the filth she spewed from her lips as she straddled him and rode him, vowing to bring him to the gates of hell if he so wished. They had a name for such creatures, and while his elders assured him there were no such beings, that night 15 years prior, showed him otherwise. He had forgotten. She was here to make him remember.
“Masturbate, your holiness. Masturbate for the lord.”
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Just as he was that day, he was aroused by the sight of her. No matter how much time had passed, he could not erase the image of her riding him and then taking him on all fours, and then… In every position imaginable. Unspeakable acts of blasphemy Femdom defiling him, that he had vowed to take to his grave. Yet here she was, and reaching for him, as he opened the front of his robe.
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Yes it’s true. Your dark lordess Brighton has returned! Do you want to know what happened to the priest hmm? Do you want to know where I put that big hard crucifix. Well too bad, because if you want to know you’re going to have to call me. In the mean time you can hump your holy bible and give yourself a ruined orgasm to the sound of my laughter. Tired of me mocking you? Aww… poor thing, pick up the phone.. and dial 1-800-601-6975. Ask for Mistress Brighton. If you’re lucky I’ll be wearing a nun habit and a whip holster when you call in. Oh by the way this is not my blog, it’s Harper’s. This has been a blog train takeover! Oh what fun, now go forth in sin, my pretties!!!!! By the way, did you know Mistress Harper and I have a blasphemy video? Go get it! If you missed Mistress Harper’s blog train takeover, click the link to read her sissy transformation post.
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Duchess Willow will be appearing on Mistress Rachel’s blog. 😉 Eager much? lol
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Thank you Ms. Brighton
Thank you so much Harper for indulging (and encouraging) my blasphemy madness. I just get a kick out of making the holy rollers uncomfortable.. or horny? Maybe both. muahahahahaha
I like to imagine that they first indulge in some righteous anger, and then start to shift, uneasy, as their base animalistic urges start to react. I bet more than one holy-roller uber religious Righteous Man has surreptitiously touched himself while thinking of the temptation of a succubus, or tricky Mistress eager to tempt him into sinful acts.
Flattered! Wow!
the priest probably would’ve been more comfortable if it was an alter server talking and asking him to masturbate.
I’ve stroked to this and Ms Harper’s comments everyday since you posted it, oh deliciously demonic Brighton the corrupter
I’ve often fantasized about calling you and role playing a fantasy of mine.
In the fantasy, you are a very powerful succubus who owns city with your lust powers. You have complete power over its people. They are all your pretty little pervert lust toys. Everyone is a chronic masturbator. Masturbating for you is an act of worship. It makes you stronger and them more your pets, more demonic like their demon goddess Brighton. You lead them only into temptation and deliver them to perversions. You turn men and women into what ever secret lusts dwells in their guilty souls. Your power and perversion own the city. You reward your worshipers with seductive eternal youth and beauty. Everyone is gender fluid and poly sexual eventually. Rods and staffs comfort each other. All lie down in the wet pastures of spread pussy. Those who have surrendered to your power to often now grow horns, tails, yellow serpent eyes, fangs and red skin when in the grasp of lusting. They feed power to you and through them, you use that power to demonize those they seduce. Everyone worships you or in the process of being corrupted. You often hold mas masturbation ceremonies to surge your ever growing power to control and pervert.
Every church in the city is secretly your temple of mass self pleasure and bisexual orgies. They invite the unsuspecting to your churches for conversion.
In this fantasy I role play as holy-roller uber religious Righteous Man. Also a Republican political. As a member of the young republicans for Jesus. I have been sent to your town to turn it religious and blue. Not realizing what I’ve walked into. Never suspecting that I’m about to become one of your most loyal worshipers and never leave the city again. When I fall, I become the most lust stupefied pervert of your fuck flock. Helping to build your power to reach other cities…
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Just HEARING your voice saying ” Masturbate” three times in a row like you are casting a spell pushes me over the edge into corruption and wonderful, wonderful sin..