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Pastor Paul Chapter 6 I could not get the locked room out of my mind. I had dreams about it most nights. On the days that I worked. I would stand in front of it naked as usual and try to imagine what lay beyond the locked door. Pastor Paul's words kept echoing in my mind. "You are not ready for that room. If you enter you must give me your body to use anyway i desire." Did that mean more wild sex? Was there anything in there that might hurt me? How would my body be used anyway he wanted? After two weeks. I decided i had to enter the forbidden room. On a Wednesday morning as I knelt naked before Pastor Paul i told him that i was ready to enter the room. He just sat there staring at me then said You know that your life will be totally changed if you enter the room. You will be mine forever. Your body and mind will be mine. You will not only be used me but any others that i choose to have take you. You will experience pain and pleasure like you could not even imagine. You will suffer for me. You will have complete sexual bliss for me. You will be initiated into a very dark cult which has no way out. Take some time to think Alison and tell me your response when you are ready. I thought about all that as I heard him speak and I said , I am ready now Pastor Paul . I will be called Master or Sir from now on other than when we see each other at church. Yes Master I whispered. You will begin your training in two weeks. Tell your family we are going on a retreat for church business and you will be away from Friday morning until early Sunday morning when i return for church. Yes Master. I broke the news to Mark the next day. At first he was very upset as he is super jealous. Look i said nothing is going to happen except church business. Beside, I am at least years older than Pastor Paul who has no interest in me other than as an assistant. He reluctantly agreed but did mope around for days like a puppy who had been scolded. Thursday night before the Friday of my initiation, I packed some clothes to keep up the ruse. I prepared myself to look as pretty as possible the next day painting my nails and curling my hair. In the morning i took my shower put on a little more make up than usual and curled my hair. I put on a simple dress as i was sure that it would be taken off in the very near future. I kissed the family goodbye and left with a nervous energy so intense that i was shaking when i got into the car. I arrived at church and undressed to present myself to my Master. He acted as if nothing would be different at work that day. I went about my morning duties with wild anticipation of what would be in my future in the locked room. Finally at 4:00 Master came into my office. It is time he said This is your final chance to change your mind. My mind is made up i said Very well . Let's go He took my hand and took me to the locked room. Turn around he said you are not to know this combination. He opened the door to the room . It was very dark and only lit by very tall floor candles about the room. As my eyes adjusted, it felt like my heart stopped. In the dim light I saw a large table in the middle of the room, chains and ropes on the walls, whips and floggers and other adult toys on shelves and three padded chairs. But the one item that caught my eye and made me intrigued was a six foot tall cross on the back wall with red spotlights shining on it as the focal point of the room. Master took my hand and brought me past the table and other furnishings to the cross. Kneel before it he ordered. I did and looked up at it in wonder. After five minutes or so he returned with pieces of thick rope in his hands. Get up ! he said gruffly Back up to the cross. My chest heaved as my breath was short and shallow. Arms straight out to your side. He used the rope to bind my left wrist to the cross than the right wrist. My ankles were tied to the side of the base of the cross so that my legs were slightly spread. Master walked over to a shelf and brought a container of body oil to me. He spread the oil on my face, neck, outstretched arms, chest with special attention to my breasts, belly, thighs with special attention to filling my pussy with as much oil as he could and oiled down to my feet. He stood admiring me in my helpless position for a long while. He then brought over a ring flowers rather than a crown of thorns for my head. Master started a video camera focused on me which i later learned was streaming live on a dark website. Master told to relax and that he would return soon. Soon was about 3 hours while i hung on the cross with my oiled body and crown of flowers for those on the forbidden website to view. I wondered if any watches were jerking their cocks for me and felt more wet in my pussy. When Master returned i heard him approaching sort of humming or chanting. I could not tell which. The room lock was removed and the door opened. Master entered wearing a hooded black robe and was followed by three other figures also dressed in black robes. They were all chanting in a language i had never heard before Oh Fuck I thought |
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Fuck indeed... 
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I hope your holes are ready! 
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I'd hang you up by your wrists in leather cuffs, cuff your ankles, oil you down, then flog you till you were exhausted. Tie your breast, and use you for My pleasure.
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