Hale Mary

Grace inched the taut latex up her arms, smoothing out the wrinkles as she went. She wore a high necked black mini dress that barely covered her ass, showing off the fishnets that covered her thick thighs. Looking herself over in the mirror, she added the piece de resistance - a white priest's collar around her throat, a shocking juxtaposition to her all black outfit. She grinned as she packed her toy bag for the evening, fantasizing about the woman waiting for her at the dungeon.

"Attention whore" didn't even begin to describe Marie. She was unabashed and gregarious; when she had struck up a conversation with Grace the first time they met, she had been wearing an outfit made of body paint and nothing more. Grace couldn't have been more surprised when, texting later that week, Marie blurted out that she was (in her own words) "a complete and total subbie slut." There wasn't a toppy bone in her body, she informed Grace, and she hadn't had much success in finding play partners.

"Everyone expects me to be a Domme, or at least a switch. Just cuz I'm an extrovert doesn't mean I wanna be in charge, ya know? And the people who do wanna play get disappointed when they find out I'm not a brat. Everyone wants to break the extroverted brat - but that's not me."

The truth was, a beautiful, pliant-and-compliant submissive was Grace's dream come true. She had no desire to bottom for anyone, let alone submit. Planning a scene that revolved solely around her partner's pleasure (or pain) satisfied her in a way that being on the receiving end of such attention never could. She paused at the door of the club, gathering herself and pulling her spine up into her Domme mode, settling her expression into a haughty resting bitch face. Her scene with Marie had started long before they were at the dungeon, and she wanted to make sure her entrance gathered as much attention as possible.

She strode through the dungeon, combat boots thumping. The swing of her hips made her skirt ride up her fishnet-clad thighs. Grace smiled when she found her prey waiting in gentle supplication. Marie was dressed as instructed - in absolutely nothing but a nun's wimple and veil. She was kneeling by the edge of the dungeon's play space, careful to stay out of the way of the scenes in progress, but where she was clearly visible to all. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, the very picture of compliance - a contradiction to her normal energetic bounding around the dungeon.

Walking up behind Marie and dropping her toy bag with an audible thump, Grace smirked as she saw Marie startle involuntarily. She circled the gorgeous woman a few times as if she were appraising a priceless jewel and stopped in front of her.

"Look at me, my child," Grace said, her voice husky and demanding.

Marie looked up at her immediately, bright green eyes rimmed in black, lips painted blood red. Her mouth dropped open in a small "o" as she took in Grace's shining latex and commanding posture. Her cheeks flushed pink as she took in a trembling breath. "Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned," she said, never breaking eye contact. "It is...too long...since my last confession."

Grace licked her lips, grinning. Their texting had gotten hot and heavy over the last couple of weeks as they planned this scene, and it had been Marie's idea to edge herself for the week leading up to their play date. Grace took the idea and ran with it, calling orgasms "confessions" and reminding her that she could not confess without being in the presence of her Priestess.

The dungeon hummed with intoxicating energy, the pulse of the music creating a rhythm that flowed through fists and paddles, cocks and whips. Grace told Marie to take the bag with her to the spanking bench on the other side of the dungeon. Marie pulled the attention of every onlooker as she wove through the crowd, the black nun veil a stark contrast against her pale shoulders. She had gathered a small audience as she set the toy bag on the small table and knelt by the spanking bench, resuming her position of meek supplication.

Grace sauntered over and placed a gentle hand on the top of Marie's head. "Tell me," she murmured quietly, "tell me how you've sinned."

Marie took a deep breath and swallowed hard looking up at her imposing Priestess. "I...I have come so close to...to confessing so many times this week."

Grace raised a wicked eyebrow, flashing a deliberately predatory grin. "Louder, my child. Let all present bear witness to your sins - and by all means, do be explicit."

A tittering rippled through the small crowd watching. Fucking around with religious iconography was far more common in the kink scene than people wanted to admit, and watching two women play out a confessional scene was sure to be a winner.

Marie kept her eyes locked on Grace, even as her cheeks turned redder. She raised her voice as she told her Priestess, "I...touched myself so many times this week. Whenever I would shower, feeling the hot water run down my body, I couldn't resist pinching my nipples. I tugged them and twisted them and it felt so good. I could feel the...confession...building, even without touching anything except my nipples."

Grace nodded sagely, and offered her hand to help Marie to her feet. She instructed her to sit on the edge of the bench while she rummaged through her toy bag. She hid a pair of nipple clamps in one hand as she turned to Marie, running the other gloved hand over Marie's magnificent breasts. Marie arched her back instinctively, pressing into Grace's touch. Grace responded eagerly, pinching and pulling at Marie's nipples, grinning at the woman's audible moans when her flesh was twisted and teased. Marie had dropped her head back, eyes closed in bliss, and Grace took advantage of her momentary distraction to pinch the first clamp onto Marie's nipple. THAT brought her attention back onto Grace, her head snapping up as her eyes flew open. Grace quickly got the other clamp in place and took a step back to appreciate her artistry.

Two tacky crucifixes hung from the ends of each nipple clamp, framed by Marie's heavy breasts. Marie glanced down and gave a sharp burst of laughter that made the crosses dance and sway. "Tell me, my child. Are you ready to confess?"

Marie squeezed her legs together as she quietly admitted that she was.

"Oh, good," Grace murmured. "That's going to make the rest of this so much more fun for me! Now!" She clapped her gloved hands together. "You've told us all about your inability to keep your hands off your nipples, but is that all you did this week?"

Marie's wide eyes met hers. "N-no," she stuttered, "it's not."

Grace snorted, allowing an edge of superiority to creep into her voice. "Of course it wasn't, you filthy little sinner." She pulled a thin cane out of her bag and tapped it lightly against her palm. "I think the proper punishment will be one strike with the cane for every infraction. And if I have any reason to suspect you're withholding anything when you're finished speaking...there will be no confession for you tonight. Oh and - be a good little slut and spread your legs so I can see the...depths...of your sin."

Marie squirmed on the table, biting her plump bottom lip. She closed her eyes briefly, took a shuddering breath, and opened her legs. "On Monday, I didn't wear any panties under my skirt while I took the train to work," she began. CRACK! Grace brought the cane down on the tender skin of Marie's inner thigh.

"On Tuesday I...I..." she faltered, and Grace smacked the other thigh. Marie yelped, almost falling off the table as words came tumbling out of her mouth. "I wore a butt plug to the grocery store. I managed to get it in without cumming but after walking around with it in I almost came taking it out."

Grace's grin stretched into a predatory snarl. "Tsk tsk, little slut. Get on all fours up on the table, and do be sure to face your tribunal," she added, gesturing towards the crowd of onlookers. She tapped the cane against the palm of her hand, an exaggerated expression of deep thought on her face. "I think that particular infraction deserves a 'father, son, and holy spirit' trinity of strikes on that glorious ass of yours."

Marie let out the smallest whimper in the back of her throat as she shifted her position, arching her back to push her ass up, presenting herself in a way that her already swollen cunt was also on display. Grace balanced the cane on Marie's back and ran her hands over Marie's body, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass and tracing her fingers achingly close to the gloriously wet cunt. Marie leaned into Grace's touch instinctively, trying desperately to get Grace's hands where she wanted them.

Instead of giving her what she so clearly wanted, Grace stepped back, taking the wooden cane with her. She laid it gently on the softest part of Marie's ass, tapping lightly to bring the woman's attention back to the task at hand. She rested her other hand on the small of Marie's back.

"For the Father," she murmured just loud enough for Marie to hear, snapping the cane against the supple flesh. Marie jolted as the sudden pain lanced through her body.

"For the Son," she proclaimed slightly louder as the second hit landed a few inches away from the bright red streak already blooming.

"And the Holy Spirit," Grace nearly shouted as the third strike landed in between the first two.

The last strike was deliberately harder; Marie had told her she enjoyed escalating sensations, even when it was pain. Grace was gratified to hear the combination of a scream and a moan that left Marie's mouth. The woman's body was trembling with the effort to neither collapse nor run.

"Thus far you have told us of Monday and Tuesday's sins. But it's Saturday. Am I to believe you've behaved yourself for the past four days?"

Marie's voice was low and sultry, thick with lust. "God, no," she laughed, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "On Wednesday, I took my biggest dildo and spent a delirious hour fucking myself right to the edge of orgasm."

Grace tapped the cane playfully against the back of Marie's thighs. "It took you an entire hour to get to the edge? I find that hard to believe, wanton woman that you are..."

Marie's grin widened. "Oh no, I got to the edge and cooled off at least a dozen times in that hour. It was...ungodly frustrating."

"A dozen times? My my, your ass and thighs are going to hurt tomorrow. Count them out." Marie did as she was instructed, the blows falling fast and relentless this time. The crucifixes danced merrily at the tips of her swaying breasts, and by the time she screamed out the twelfth strike, tears were running down her cheeks and her hips were grinding back against an imagined cock.

Grace set the cane down and stroked Marie's bruised skin, whispering to the compliant submissive that she had taken the beating so well and that she was so proud of her. The tender flesh was bright red and purple spots were already starting to bloom along the lines of each cane mark. As Marie's whimpering subsided, Grace told her to lie on her back, knowing the sting of the marks would add to her discomfort.

"Since you're so fond of bringing yourself to the edge," Grace whispered in Marie's ear, "you can tell me of your exploits on Thursday while I stroke this delectable pussy of yours. Of course, you aren't permitted your confession just yet, so if I get you too close to the point of no return, you will say so before it's too late."

"Yesssss My Grace," Marie hissed, her hips already bucking at the thought.

"Good girl," Grace said as her latexed hand trailed down Marie's body. When she got to the cleft between her legs, she let out a throaty chuckle at how easily the lips parted, arousal already shining, even in the dim light of the dungeon. The wetness made Grace's gloves slick and smooth, and she enjoyed taking her time dragging her fingers up and down, teasing Marie's entrance before dragging her fingers up to her clit.

She leaned over her play partner, being sure to press her bodyweight down on the nipple clamps. Marie groaned in mingled pain and pleasure as Grace fished a pearly white rosary out of her bag. During their planning and negotiation, Grace had told Marie she had an idea for a rosary, but that she wanted to keep the details secret. Marie had said that as long as strangulation wasn't involved, she loved the idea of a surprise element to their play.

"Open your mouth, my child, and present that wicked tongue of yours," Grace commanded, and Marie's already wide eyes seemed to grow even rounder when she saw the rosary dangling over her. She did as she was told, parting her lips and opening her mouth as wide as she could. Grace placed the crucifix on Marie's tongue like a eucharist wafer and arranged the beads so they lay between Marie's large breasts. She prowled around the table, drinking in the sight of this glorious woman with her legs splayed open, adorned in the trappings of the religion she had left years ago. She sat astride the kneeling pad of the spanking bench, carelessly letting her minidress ride up completely over her ass.

She reached up Marie's body and grabbed the end of the rosary beads and pulled them quickly towards her and out of Marie's mouth. She yelped in surprise, and then Grace heard her laugh.

"Resume your confession, my child," Grace urged. She spread Marie's labia with one hand as she arranged the rosary so that one strand of beads lay on either side of Marie's clit.

Marie stuttered, her words stilted and choppy as she clearly enjoyed Grace's attention, but didn't want to topple over the edge. "On Thursday...ohh, on Thursday I...I took a bath. I spread my legs under the...the water faucet...and I...ohh god that feels so good, please, please I'm begging you..."

Grace withdrew her hand and laughed at the involuntary whimper that escaped in response. She slapped the cane marks on Marie's inner thighs, eliciting a yelp. "It seems someone forgot her manners. Tell me, what did you do when your legs were spread in the bath?"

Marie licked her lips and looked up at Grace, her makeup smudged from her tears; black mascara was streaked down her face. "I turned the faucet on full force and made sure my clit was under the stream. As the bath filled, the impact lessened, so I wasn't able to cum, just frustrated myself," she admitted with an almost coy shyness.

"There now, was that so hard?" Grace crooned.

Marie flushed prettily. "No, My Grace."

"You've done so very well, my child. Perhaps we should move from confessional to penance, assuming you're prepared," Grace watched as Marie brightened, visibly reviving as a wilted flower does when finally given water. "Yes, my Grace. Please."

Grace grabbed the lube from the table, pouring an excessive amount into her latex-gloved hand. "You're already sopping wet, but a little extra glide never hurt anyone!"

Settling on the seat of the spanking bench so that she was eye level with Marie's rosary-framed cunt, Grace rubbed her hands together, making sure to coat every inch of latex. "Now, my child, here is your penance: surely you know your catechism. I want you to recite your Hail Mary, one line at a time. At the end of each line, you will be rewarded with another one of my fingers in your delicious cunt."

She heard Marie gasp and watched with satisfaction as the woman's cunt visibly clenched, pulsing with wanton desire. "There is, of course, a caveat. If you cum before you finish your prayer, that will be your final confession of the night. If you're faithful and devout enough to make it all the way through, well...the meek shall inherit as many earth-shattering orgasms as her sinner's flesh can handle!"

That earned a few appreciative chuckles from the formidable crowd watching the confessional unfold.

"Ohh God, I don't know if I can manage that, My Grace..." Marie trailed off in despair, her legs trembling as she fought the urge to squirm.

"There's only one way to find out, my child. Now, I'm feeling merciful, so I'll start you off." With a booming voice, Grace continued, "Hail MARIE, who will be full of Grace...!"

Marie bolted upright, propping herself up on her elbows to stare dumbfoundedly at the woman sitting between her spread legs. In her distraction, she broke character, switching from penitent nun to flabbergasted kinkster.

"Did you really just...did you make a PUN about fisting??" she demanded as she dissolved into a fit of giggles that made the crucifixes dangling from her nipples dance. Whe Grace just stared her down with one eyebrow raised, she collapsed back on the bench, laughing along with the crowd.

Grace waited until the laughter trailed off before she stood up and leaned an elbow deliberately onto the bruised flesh of Marie's inner thigh. "You should be thanking me, My child. I just took the edge off your desperation! You might actually manage to make it all the way through your prayer now." She settled back on the seat, taking her elbow off the bruise. "Whenever you're ready, my child, go ahead and say your prayers."

Marie settled on the bench, breathing slowly and letting her body relax. She knew how to shift a kink scene from a good time to a transcendental experience. There was no room for rushing, no pretending, and certainly no faking anything. If she wanted to get the most out of her confession, she would need to be in the right headspace. After a long stretch of quiet breathing, Marie had settled into a posture so still and serene she almost seemed to be asleep, Grace heard her husky voice proclaim, "The Lady is with thee."

Grace slid a single lubed finger into Marie's waiting pussy, careful not to disturb the rosary beads arranged around her clit and opening. She was delighted when Marie almost immediately followed it up with, "Blessed art thou amongst women." She responded with similar immediacy, pulling her finger out and swiftly replacing it with two. Marie moaned and wriggled her hips just a little; Grace met her movement with a few slow, deliberate strokes and Marie froze once more, a deer caught in the headlights of arousal.

Grace paused, waiting with her fingers buried in Marie's delicious warmth. With a keening whimper, Marie stammered out, "a-and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus."

Grace gently withdrew her hand in one fluid motion, adding a little more lube. She brought her first three fingers together in a kind of triangle, her thumb holding her pinky out of the way. She eased them into Marie, moving slowly. While two fingers had slid in just as easily as one, the third added enough girth to create a small amount of resistance. Marie let out a low groan, opening her legs a fraction of an inch wider and grinding her hips. Her whole body trembled and Grace suspected she was trying her damndest to think of the least sexy thing possible to keep the orgasm at bay.

"Holy...fucking...MaryMotherofGod," the words tumbled out of Marie's mouth in a stream of wild desire.

Grace started to pull her hand out of Marie when a frantic "WAIT!" froze her instantly.

Before she could ask what had gone sideways, Marie babbled, "I'm fine, I promise I'm fine, I just...oh god I wasn't as ready as I thought. I swear to god if you move your hand another fraction of an inch I'm gonna come" she explained. Grace relaxed and waited as Marie lay perfectly still, a surprising contrast to the trembling from a few moments earlier.

As long minutes passed, Marie breathing deeply with Grace's hand stuck halfway into her pussy, the crowd was busy placing bets on the outcome of the confession. Grace grinned to hear them speculating and hoped wickedly that the conversation was only adding to Marie's frustrated arousal.

After what felt like an eternity, Grace heard a mumbled, "Pray for us sinners" and her predatory grin returned. She patiently, gently, tenderly pulled the rest of the way out of her slutty nun and stood up. Marie startled and stared up at Grace with wide eyes. "M-my Grace?" She somehow made it sound like a question.