As I sit here now in my office inside the church writing these online form of my memoirs I am taken back to a beautiful young wife that came in to confess of her dabblings in what was strictly considered BDSM back in those days. Now I realize along with the help of the internet and some of my other vast outlets that there are many different sects to this lifestyle, just as there are in the church itself. There are far too many different areas that I could go into and begin to explain, but for those of you reading I would suspect you already have a working knowledge of the lifestyle perhaps greater than my own.
I remember the date, as it wasn't too long after the first young lady had come in to confess her anal antics that the second had come it. She had found a large quantity of magazines in her husbands study that had shown pictures of girls being tied up, spanked, whipped, gagged, punished in different manners and then finally pictures depicting women in different positions kneeling or showing subservience to a man.
"Father, I was horrified at first," she began, "but as I looked at those pictures of these immoral women that would allow someone to take these pictures of them, I began to become aroused. I felt so ashamed of my husband for hiding these magazines but at the same time something inside me felt like the depictions of positions of these submissive women allowing things to be done to them were aimed right at me."
Even as a priest I knew the lure of power, the way a woman kneels before you as she opens her mouth to accept the waif, the thoughts of lust still ran through my head for many years and still do to this day, I am after all only a man. The power to help those in need, the power over those weaker with problems, it's the same basic principle only the dominant one in the relationships I have is the ultimate power belongs to God.
I listened as the woman told her torrid tale. "Father, I spent the better part of the day looking through as many of these magazines my husband had, growing more interested at every turn of the page. I looked deeper into the chest in my husbands study and found packages of unopened items. Father I couldn't contain my curiosity , I tore those packages open and found many of these same items I had seen the women have on them in the magazines. There were leather cuffs for wrists and ankles, clamps for nipples, a ball gag, and finally beneath them all there was a large long package at the bottom of the chest. I felt it and without opening this one I knew what it was. It was a large wooden paddle and along side it something that felt much like a riding crop."
"My child, I understand that this is hard for you," I began to speak to her, "but you must remember these packages weren't open so perhaps your husband has remained faithful to you and never taken a mistress to use them upon."
"No father, that's not it. Not it at all actually, I think that he had bought these to one day use upon me, well now I actually no it, but let me get to that part in time. When Garret came home that night I began to see him in a whole new light, a darker light that turned me on physically and emotionally. I saw that he wasn't quite the meek, shy man I had married but one with eager desires of bondage and play in a new realm all together. I had hidden the magazines back in there place along with the packages but left one out on his desk to find later that night hoping that he would realize I had found his treasure trove."
"My child," I whispered through the partition, "I know we are supposed to speak as if I don't know who you are but you giving me your husband's name and mentioning his normal demeanor let me know exactly who you are Kimberly. Speak freely and bare your sins ma'am for I will give you your penance then."
"Thank you father. Now as I was saying I had left Garret's one magazine out on his desk to find, simply to see his reaction as well as let him know that I knew about his little fetish. I don't know exactly what I had hoped his reaction would be but it was far more intense than I could have imagined. Garret came out of his study about ten minutes after going in and in one hand he held the magazine while the other was hidden behind his back. He had removed his glasses and stripped down to just his jeans and a tank top. I hadn't looked at him like a women with desire and wanting looks at her husband for a long time, but at that moment I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was no longer slouching, standing tall and walking towards me I saw the ripple of the muscles in his arms and his broad chest. My heart seemed to catch in my throat as I knew he was severely disappointed in me by his demeanor."
Kimberly gave pause then, I remember it like it was yesterday, her little pants of breath sounding like they were coming through a megaphone and I knew she was probably sitting on the other side of the partition with her eyes closed as she revealed her tale to me, reliving it in her mind's eye step by step.
