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Sister Felicity - 2 
by D'Angelico Mysterioso (admin@designsbydangelico)

***

Sister Felicity returns to her cell in the convent and 
thinks about her first session with the Monsignor. She 
falls asleep, and dreams of another encounter with him. 
When she wakes, she is summoned to his chambers once 
again. (MF, reluc, bd, mc)

***

Part Two: The Dream

Sister Felicity returned to her cell in the convent. 
There she sat for a very long time contemplating the 
events of the past few hours.

Her thoughts and emotions were all mixed up. What had 
just happened? Was she really in a convent or in some 
house of eroticism?

Coming back up the stairs, she'd met Sister Constance 
who on seeing her, scuttled away sideways like a crab. 
Constance wouldn't even look at her. She just clung to 
the wall and stumbled down the stairs. Felicity had the 
strange but not unsatisfying idea that she only had to 
say something to elicit a scream from her.

Now she sat on her little bed, thumbing through the 
pages of the book and wondering what would happen next. 
When would he summon her and what would that encounter 
bring? She could still feel the heat of his lash on her 
ass. Still see his hard cock inches from her face, feel 
it in her mouth and throat and still taste his cum on 
her tongue.

The images in the book brought it all back, the fear 
that turned to excitement, the shame that turned to 
passion. And now, something else, aching desire. This 
was a new emotion for her. In all her past encounters, 
there had been curiosity and an insatiable need for 
more forbidden pleasures. But this was different. She 
wanted this man, wanted to please him, wanted to be 
possessed by him. She felt at this moment that she 
already was possessed and wondered to herself what that 
meant.

Rising from the bed she took off her habit and picked 
up the simple gown she wore every night. It was as much 
a uniform as the habit, issued to all the sisters and 
made of a type of cotton that was anything but soft to 
the touch. But as she pulled it on over her head, the 
material brushed her nipples which became instantly 
erect.

The book was open on the bed and as her gaze fell upon 
the image there she imagined herself and the Monsignor 
replacing the people in the picture.

Her hands moved to her breast and crotch. She gripped 
both places tightly and almost fell to her knees. She 
got into bed and turned the pages while touching 
herself, fingers rubbing her clitoris, then finding 
their way inside. Again she imagined him inside her, 
the heat of his cock searing her insides, sending 
currents of pleasure throughout her body and into her 
brain.

Soon she was writhing on the bed as she had so many 
other times, but this time was different. As she 
imagined him taking her in every imaginable way the 
waves of pleasure became more intense than any other 
time in her life and when she came, a cry escaped her 
lips that must have reverberated through the halls of 
the convent.

As the waves subsided, she heard a noise at the door 
and sat straight up in bed. The handle turned slightly 
and she expected Constance to come in on her. Instead 
she heard a hand release the handle followed by the 
hurried shuffling of someone walking away.

She remembered his words to her then, "Don't worry 
about Constance anymore Felicity, she understands that 
I'm very territorial."

With those words and many others going through her 
mind, she drifted off into fitful dreams.

*

Darkness, utter and all encompassing. Darkness 
enveloped her so completly she could not tell up from 
down. Just as vertigo threatened to overcome her she 
realized she was blind folded. A soft cloth was pulled 
tightly across her face and tied at the back of her 
head.

As she reached to take the binding away she felt her 
hands were bound with the same silken cloth that 
covered her face. Wrapped tightly around the wrists it 
held her hands together, not painfully, but in a 
fashion that made it impossible to free herself.

She also just realized that she was completely naked 
when a voice spoke, "Don't move and don't remove the 
blindfold."

The voice seemed to come from far away, but in her 
blinded state it seemed also to be inside her head.

"Are the bindings too tight?" the voice asked.

Now she recognized the voice as the Monsignor's, but it 
sounded strange. He had been stern and even angry with 
her before and it frightened her. But now his voice had 
a detachment and an air of something else, something 
she couldn't define.

"I asked you a question. Answer me girl!"

"I'm sorry, what did you ask?"

"You're not listening very well Felicity, not 
concentrating. If you are to learn the lessons I will 
teach, you must concentrate. Now once again. Are the 
bindings too tight?"

"No," she whispered.

She was beginning to concentrate and now with the 
deprivation of sight her other senses were heightened. 
She could hear him moving around her, the rustle of his 
cassock, the firm footfall on the wood floor. He walked 
away and she heard a sound at once familiar but 
strange. She'd heard it before, when she was here 
before. She knew now she was in the same room. The 
scent of the oil lamps was heavy in the air and then 
she recognized it. The sound was the cane being drawn 
from it's place behind the desk.

He walked slowly back and she knew he was close. His 
breath was caressing her cheek. She was waiting for the 
first strike of the lash, but it didn't come. Instead 
she felt the thin reed of bamboo being drawn across her 
legs, over her buttocks, up her back. The small 
knuckles at the joints in the shaft brought forth an 
involuntary twitch in her muscles as he drew the cane 
back down to her ass.

Then without warning she heard the whistle as the cane 
sliced the air and landed on her ass. The blow made her 
cry out. As before it stung, but the pain quickly 
subsided to a burning warmth.

"What was that Felicity? No? No what?"

Another lash.

She had to struggle to remember the question.

"No, they aren't too tight."

Another lash.

"Still not the right answer. Use my proper name when 
you respond to me. Now, again. Are the bindings too 
tight?"

Another lash.

Her ass was on fire and her breath was coming in short 
gasps.

"No, Monsignor. They are not too tight."

A pause, in which she waited fearfully and expectantly 
for the next blow.

"Good. That's better."

Now the cane was being drawn over her breasts. The 
knotted joints rubbing across the nipples which though 
already hard, throbbed at the contact.

"Yes, very good. Hmmm, you like that don't you? If my 
memory serves well, and it does. I remember that you 
became very aroused at the caress of my cane before. It 
would seem so again."

She felt his hand on her breast and moaned as he firmly 
rubbed the nipple between thumb and forefinger. His 
hand then strayed down, fingertips brushing the skin of 
her belly before coming to rest on her mound.

Then he cupped her entire pussy in his hand as his palm 
ground into her mound and his fingers probed her labia. 
His thumb worked in circles on her swollen and 
throbbing clit. Then one, followed by another finger 
found their way into her pussy. Another moan came from 
her mouth as he fucked her with his hand.

Then as she felt herself start to release he stopped.

She dared not say anything. He walked away behind her 
not saying a word. She heard his footsteps go away and 
into another room. Then nothing.

She didn't know how long she stood there. Her knees 
began to go weak again. It could have been minutes, or 
hours. She wanted to call out, but knew she'd better 
not. She wasn't afraid of the lash. The way he wielded 
it was almost a caress to her now. She just did not 
want to disobey him. And even though he'd issued no 
command to stay silent, she knew that was what was 
required. She would stand here for hours on end until 
her legs failed before uttering a word.

Then from a distance behind and to her right, "Come 
here Felicity."

She turned and taking the best bearing she could began 
to walk slowly across the room.

When she was sure she would run into a wall or some 
other impediment she felt a cool air to her left. Then 
his voice again.

"Come in here."

Turning, she felt her foot fall on stone instead of 
wood and heard a slight reverberation in the air.

"Come here to me."

A few steps and she knew she was standing in front of 
him.

"Turn to your left and step up."

She turned and raised her foot to a stone step. She 
stepped up on it.

"Turn around and sit down."

She did so and felt cold stone on her still smarting 
ass.

"Lean back."

She did and as she did, felt his hands on her ankles. 
He spread her legs and placed her feet on the same 
stone surface she sat on.

She knew she was completely exposed to him and she also 
knew he was looking at her. The thought made her wet to 
the point that a small drop of cum ran out of her pussy 
and down the crack of her ass onto the stone.

He laughed softly as he walked away.

The room was cool, but she could feel a warmth to her 
left which she guessed was a fireplace. She heard the 
sound of metal scraping metal, then the sound of his 
steps returning.

Water was being poured into a basin and from the close 
warmth she guessed from a pot just removed from the 
fire. The pot was set down and she heard the sound of a 
sponge being soaked in the basin.

Then the hot sponge was applied to her mound and she 
recoiled slightly involuntarily bringing her knees 
together.

"Spread your legs."

She did so and the sponge was reapplied. This time the 
sensation was more pleasant and she moaned softly.

Then a new feeling. A warm slippery substance was being 
applied to her mound and labia with what felt like a 
soft brush. It felt like a soapy lather.

Curiosity and apprehension mixed and she wanted 
desperately to remove the blindfold to see what was 
happening.

Another sound now. Another sound familiar, but strange 
as if heard only long ago. A sliding buffing sound as 
of two opposite substances being drawn across each 
other. The sound she heard from the bathroom in her 
aunt's house before her uncle died, when he would 
prepare to shave, when he would strop his razor.

The blindfold was taken quickly away and she saw the 
glint of steel just as it was drawn down through the 
lather on her pussy.

"No."

"Don't move girl."

He shaved her expertly, quickly and cleanly. And even 
though she was terrified at the sight of the heavy 
blade slicing down through the lather, the sensation 
was thrilling.

He didn't look up from the task he was performing and 
accomplished it with the skill and dexterity of an 
artist. His long fingers pushed and pulled her labia 
first to one side and then the other as he delicately 
removed every hair from her now sopping wet pussy.

When he was finished he took a towel from the basin 
where it was soaking, rung it out and wiped her off.

Then he stood back.

She saw then that he was completely naked himself and 
for the first time she got a full view of his cock 
which was hard and standing straight up.

She also realized as he moved toward her that the stone 
surface she was sitting on was at just the right height 
so he had full access to her.

Cutting the bonds at her wrists with the razor, he told 
her to brace herself as he pulled her ass forward till 
it was just over the edge of the stone.

"Lean forward Felicity. Look at your naked pussy. Watch 
me bury my cock in you. Watch as I put it in your 
pussy."

He placed the red head of his cock between her pussy 
lips and began to slowly rub it up and down. Then as he 
pushed it down hard over her clit he thrust it into 
her.

She watched every movement, straining her back to lean 
forward and see his cock working on her. She saw it go 
in and the sight along with the feeling made her spasm, 
her pussy clenching him tightly.

As he moved in and out of her, she watched. She was 
soon groaning and panting. She dug her heels into his 
ass and ground on his cock as it plunged into her. 
Thrust after thrust and he grabbed her ass in both 
hands lifting her off the stone slightly as she braced 
back on her hands.

The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed off 
the walls and made a counterpoint to the waves of 
pleasure emanating from her pussy throughout her body.

When she heard his breathing change and felt his pace 
quicken she ground even harder on the throbbing rod 
that impaled her.

He shouted as the first jet of cum shot out of him. She 
cried out as well and their mingled cries filled the 
stone chamber as they came together.

As the waves subsided she felt a strange sensation. She 
felt herself falling backwards away from him, his face 
still contorted in passion but receding as she fell 
into darkness.

*

Waking with a start, she heard Constance at the door.

"Wake up. Wake up girl."

Getting weakly to her feet she stumbled to the door.

She opened it to be greeted with the leering face and 
foul breath of Constance.

"Having sweet dreams are we? Well get up and get 
dressed. The Monsignor has summoned you again. He 
awaits you now."

She slammed the door shut, turned her back to it and 
wondered as she saw the open book on the floor if 
waking could be better than a dream.

END OF PART TWO

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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