Confessions of a Married Man

[adamdouglasjr]

The choir already sang in the background. The flicker of white pillar candles fell over his face. His body bound by the cloth robes of the alter boy; red sash draped over his shoulders, and the rope belt bringing it all over him. Hazel eyes looked up at the cross, the pewter Jesus Christ nailed intricately to the wood. Adam placed his candle on the

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[icy_bitch]

Glacial eyes watched his every movement, almost as if watching for the slightest mistake, the tiniest flaw in his performance. Eyes done up in dark lines of kohl, lips blood red and glistening. And her skin looking like polished alabaster against the skin tight latex that seemed to be poured over her. HIgh neckline with a sharp keyhole revealing her deep cleavage. The skirt short, barely covering the rounds of her ass. Thighs bared above matching latex boots that cling to her long legs, the heels bringing her well over six feet.

"Confession is not enough for a sinner like you to atone, boy. BUt if you wish to continue with this farce...'

Tones low, dark, purring through her as she stalks up behind him, trailing the cat o' nine over his back teasingly.

"Go on, my son, tell me of your sins."

[adamdouglasjr]

Letting go a heated exhale, gulping down his nerves as the cat o' nine tails slide up and over his spine. He winced and silently whimpered at the tool. Teeth chewed gently on his bottom lip before allowing his voice to stutter out his words.

"Sister... I... I-I've been having ill... ill thoughts towards you..."

[icy_bitch]

Letting the tails drape of his head, dragging them down his face. Letting him feel the leather, heated from her grip, waiting to heat his flesh. Turning it in her hands, using the hard end up chuck him under the chin, forcing his gaze up a moment.

"Stripped to the waist, boy. No allowing your blows to be softened by your robe." Waiting until he does, and as soon as flesh is bared, bringing the tails up and down, a sudden sharp blow to his shoulderblade.

"Ill? Such as?"

[adamdouglasjr]

"I-Ill... Um... s-S...Sexu-al... Ma'am..."

Head turning shamefully away, his glnce poised to the driplets of candle wax. Red flushed and flooded his face as his play slipped, eyes rolling back as the tails of the toy fell over his face. Adam's back tensed, causing heated breath to exhale in a slow breeze of lust.

His hand rose, shaken fingers slowly helping the robes loosen and glide softly over his shoulder. The mans glance rose some, shame and pleading want filling his eyes.