Blog : The Altar

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7/27/2021 12:00 am

The Altar

It was her fantasy. For the sake of privacy we'll call her lala.
Lala was a sub girl who had some very complicated feelings about God due to her very abused childhood. Lala came to me asking for a taboo fantasy, she wanted to be plowed hard on the altar of a church. She got off on the idea of laying there under a crucifix with Jesus looking down on her getting used like a proper fuck doll. In her mind it was the ultimate relinquishing of all she had to give to the world.

Lala was a good girl. She'd come up and shyly ask for cock. She was a snuggler who loved my lap and would often tug at my pants and say, may I please have some cock Sir? With big puppy brown eyes I could hardly say no anytime she wanted it. And to be fair she wasn't trying to be manipulative at all. I was the first to fuck her and it was BDSM from day one. In fact it was BDSM before I even popped her cherry.

So in due time she got very good at being my sweet fuck doll. She wasn't perfect at anything but man did she give it her best effort each time. Her pussy was a lock on fit for my head and I couldn't fit more than half inside her before she'd bottom out. She would kiss me hard when her cervix started to hurt and she'd tell me how good the pain was.

When I gave her the first anal sex of her life she was struggling hard to take even half but would still try so hard. She had a notion that it should all fit inside and she'd buck and twist trying to make it happen.

Lala had trust issues. She'd been touched at a young age and had a hard time relaxing yet really wanted to be a lover. I remember the day I finally slide balls deep into her. She was basically paralyzed by it, her whole body was hard and she was screaming into a pillow and shaking hard. I just let her lay there buzzing. In time she began to rock her hips and moaning. She was begging for me to release in her and when I did she said, keep it deep...see if you can pee in me too. That was going to take a lot of concentration I didn't have at the moment. I told her we'd work on it and if the desire didn't pass I'd give her a nice warm enema later. I'd always add a shot of bourbon for good measure when I did it for her a few times before.

That weekend I had the keys to a local church. We were grabbing some drive thru breakfast and she blurted out, I want you to fuck me on the altar of the church. Hmm...are you sure about that? Yes, she said...I want it today. I want to get naked and put on a robe and act like a sacrifice being laid there for you and God. I want God to see me being your offering, my life is my sacrifice to you. I want to be how the Bible says, completely submissive to a man I would die for because I trust that you will always keep me safe. I know you love me because you've been so good to me.

I was speechless. I hadn't ever taken the BDSM thing to a theological level but clearly she'd been very busy reading a Bible and envisioning herself as a truly submissive sacrifice to me and U/us under God. I said, you've really got some kind of adam and eve thing going on in your head don't you. I guess I'd give up a rib, I do enjoy sticking my cock in you and you kiss well.

Later on the church cleared out. I relocked the doors making sure to check every possible way into the building. By the time I walked all the way up front to the sancuary, there she was wearing a dark black felt robe. It was stiff and didn't reveal the human form well. She was standing in front of the altar facing down the main aisle, her face tipped down as if praying. Her hands were folded under the overlapping sleeves. I thought Lala looks like a sinister angel topper for Satan's Christmas tree.

As I approached I told her to remain still. I went in back and grabbed the ornate brass candle lighter. I shut off the main for the lights. Even in bright sunlight the space was dark with mild dappled color from the stained glass. I lit the candles around us as if it were a full ceremony. As I did I told her that I wanted things to be right for the sacrifice she was about to make.

I finished my tasks. I grabbed some oil used for anointing along with a purple cowl. I straightened the covering on the altar and motioned for her to come and stand at the end of the space. Lala was staring to take deeper breaths. I dropped all my clothing and put on the cowl, naked in minimal vestments I began the ceremony.

Lala you've been called before God in this church to willfully give yourself as a sacrifice to God and to me. Yes, Sir she peeped. This ceremony is a sacrifice that will seal you to me as my slave, my servant, my partner in life and my defender under God. From this time forward you will be formally bonded to me and subject to my desires with total devotion. Do you accept these terms as a living sacrifice? I do, she said...as she looked up at me and stared deeply into my eyes. What felt like reservation now looked like a mix of game day face and wanton slut. I grinned and continued, Lala I am willing to take you as my slave and to be forever more your Master. I will protect you, even when being used as a sex toy. I will care for your physical and emotional needs. I will keep a firm hand over you to make sure you're always on a proper path. I will love you on purpose and always consider your heart mind and soul.

Then I grabbed her robe and said, are you ready to consummate this bond under God? She smiled wide and shook her head yes. I pulled her robe off exposing her naked body. She sat back on the altar and put her heals up, laying her head off the other end. Then I said, God please bless this bond and help us in our desires for each other and the life we've chosen together. I then raised her heals to my shoulders and used the oil to lube my cock and splashed some on her nipples, giving them a short tug. I pushed myself into her and she let out a moan. She began thanking God for our bond. She let out little cries and yelps as I fucked her. She was in a moment of legitimate worship and saying things like, thank you Jesus for my gift of submission so I can be a good woman by your design. Thank you God for giving me to such a wonderful Master. She would grunt through 6 or 7 plunges and say another little prayer or thanksgiving. After 10 minutes of that she lifted her head and said, Master can I take it deep in my ass now too. Of course you can, but we'd better find some cushioning. It was a solid stone altar after all and her knees would be rubbed raw if she turned over. We found some cushions and used her robe as a cover. She planted her feet on the stage and popped her ass in the air with her tits on the altar. I used more oil and pushed my cock into her. She didn't resist at all. Yes she screamed out, all the way...give it, give it...don't be nice I am your fuck doll and slave Master. I pushed all the way in. She cried out and said, thank you, thank you....oh Jesus thank you...let me be totally pleasing to my Master! I started to cycle in and out with long strokes. I could feel her getting stiff and hard as a rock. She began shaking and crying, really crying. I asked if she was okay and she sobbed, don't stop, don't stop fucking me..own me, I'm yours.
Just then something odd happened inside me. I was really turned on by her crying. She was crying and I wasn't taking it easy, every thrust was hard and deep and long and I think my cock was bigger than usual. I was very turned on.
After about 15 minutes of just plowing her like this I had a huge orgasm. I swear my joints hurt and my knees buckled. I could feel my cock pump seven times and I thought...no need for any enemas today...that was a huge load of cum. Lala had a nice orgasm from this and asked me to just lay on her for a minute without pulling out. I gave her some kisses and gentle fingers down her back which gave her a whole body shiver.

I pulled out and she quickly spun around and began sucking my cock. She looked up at me with puppy eyes and said, a slave must always clean her Master after such a good fucking. Then she wiped her lips on my leg and licked it. She stood up and kissed me and then she smiled and said, I think I ruined that robe. I looked down and there was a pile of cum on it that just dropped out of her holes. I smiled and said, you're a filthy little slut and she danced across the stage in a victory lap. I told her to carefully go use the side half bath to empty out and get redressed. I cleaned up the mess on the robe and put my own clothes back on. I was sure to stash the robe in a spot where no one would try to use it until I could get it bagged up and to a dry cleaner.

Lala came back out and ran up to me for a hug. I said, thank you for being my slave girl. I know you've been struggling with your past and I hope you are happy to trust me so deeply from now on. She looked deeply into my eyes with tears welling up and said, I'm good now. I know my place. I know whose I am and that's all I've ever needed and wanted. A tear ran down her cheek and I kissed it away.

We then has a relationship for about 6 more years. She was in school and I needed to relocate for my job. In the interim I gave her permission to be with another dominant man. We'd always been poly and so as time passed she bonded with him. One day she called saying she was pregnant and she wanted to keep the baby and to be released to him. So I did. I let go of my beautiful sexy Lala slave girl. I still miss her gentle spirit and celebrate that she has more with that man. I couldn't take her with me and as a result I lost her to circumstances. It is the story of love and loss, the tale of devotion and desire...the never ending story of the human experience. It was the first and last time I did anything of that sort in a church. Want to go to church with me?


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