Confessional
by Mesmer's Bauble
A short idea that just kind of popped into my head. The church setting just seemed like something interesting that I had not done before, no offence meant for anyone who follows any similar religion or may feel that this is somehow too taboo.
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The smell of incense was strong in the enclosed wooden space. Jill could see the slightly hazy blue smoke emanating from holes in the semi-transparent divider that separated her from Father Andrews. She breathed in deeply to settle her nerves and enjoyed the complex herbal scent that filled the air. She took a few more deep breaths and began, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been days since my last confession.” A long pause filled the air as she breathed in and out, calming herself.
“Tell me of your sins, my child.”
The voice snapped Jill from her meditations. She couldn’t help but find it odd to be referred to as ‘my child’ by a man almost half her age who was just out of seminary. Still, the whole church had taken to Father Andrews over the past several months and he had been taking her confessions for just as long. Taking one more deep breath, she began to speak slowly and carefully, “In the time since my last confession I have sinned in thought, word, and deed…”
As she began to speak the memories flooded back to her.
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Jill couldn’t remember how things had gotten so out of control. It had begun as a comment her husband Steven had made; he had jokingly said that they should spice up their relationship by having someone else join them in bed. She had playfully swatted him on the arm and gave him a scowl for the crude joke but the idea seemed to lodge itself in her mind. It was wrong, very wrong, and that somehow made it more attractive.
She had gone to confessional and confessed her sinful thoughts and had been forgiven but despite her honest contrition the thoughts did not go away. She found herself thinking on it more and more, how nasty and wicked it would be to share her bed with another woman. Soon the thoughts became fuel for lengthy masturbation sessions which only gave her more to confess. Even when she was with her husband she couldn’t seem to reach orgasm until she imagined another woman licking her pussy while it was being fucked or taking her husband’s cock while she returned the favor.
It only got worse after her daughter Mindy’s 11th birthday. Jill’s mother made an innocent comment about what a beautiful young woman she was becoming and, just like that, Jill’s fantasies became even more sick and twisted. Now it wasn’t just some neighbor or friend she was fantasizing about, it was seducing her own daughter and fucking her along with Steven.
She was honestly becoming worried so, when Father Andrews had suggested the whole family attend services more regularly, she was relieved. That was what her family needed, she was the only one who attended church regularly prior to that but now they attended services as a family and all went to confession regularly. She had thought things were getting better: her fantasies were still there but she had felt like she had them under control.
That was until last Sunday. It was after church and the family was enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon. She must have nodded off on the couch because the next thing she was aware of was a sight that should have horrified her. Mindy and Steven were making love- no they were fucking like animals- right on the large loveseat not ten feet from her head. She should have screamed but instead she reached her hands into her clothing and began to pull it off, rubbing her rapidly moistening cunt. Neither her child nor her husband seemed surprised when she began to cheer them on. The vilest language spilled from her lips as she began to order them around, telling them what she wanted them to “do for mommy.” They just complied, their eyes glazed with lust.It didn’t take long for her to order them up into the bedroom and begin a pedophilic incestuous orgy that lasted until the sun rose. As she lay in the morning’s light Jill felt nothing but bliss and a deep release, as if months of tension had been washed away. She just went downstairs and made breakfast, just like she would on any other Monday. It wasn’t until both Steven and Mindy had left, for work and school respectively, that what she had done dawned on her. It wasn’t a fantasy anymore, it was real. She knew what she had done was wrong, a sin, but the sense of horror never really hit her. So, later that evening, she insisted that the whole family go to confession; somehow she knew that would make everything better. Oddly, no one objected; they both seemed to defer to her now without argument.
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She breathed in and out deeply, inhaling and exhaling the herbal incense and trying to keep her body relaxed as possible. There was a long pause from the other side of the booth. Father Andrew had taken her confession many times. He knew everything about her fantasies and she should have been embarrassed or humiliated telling him but she just felt good, wonderful in fact, getting everything off of her chest.
“Are you ready for your penance Jill?” Father Andrews’s voice seemed to echo through the chamber, steady and firm like the voice of god.
“Yes… Father…” Her own voice was slow and sleepy but she meant every word, she would do any penance asked of her. “For your sin in thought you must remain calm and accepting of your actions. You have done a wonderful job following your penance and will take pride and joy in your perverted sins. You will feel a small twinge of guilt once a week. Just enough to bring you and your family back here for ‘confession.’ Understand?”
Jill nodded and mumbled a reply, “I will accept and take pride in my perverted sins…I will return to confess my sins once a week.”
Father Andrew continued, “Very good. For your sins in words you must become more commanding and dominant over your family. You will use them to fulfill all of the most twisted fantasies you’ve been developing over the past months and feel pleasure from their obedience. Repeat.”
Jill’s sleepy voice spoke again, “I will command my family, use them to fulfill my fantasies, gain pleasure from their obedience.”
“Finally,” Father Andrews began, “For your sins in deed you will open yourself up to more and more twisted fetishes and behavior. Your sinful deeds will always push the limits and will grow more creative and erotic every week. But, you must always keep them a secret from everyone except for me and any member of the congregation I choose to introduce to you.”
“I will become… more twisted and explore… many fetishes… I will keep everything a secret… from everyone except you… and those whom …you introduce…to me.” Jill’s voice had grown more and more silted as she felt herself fall deeper and deeper into a haze.
“Perfect Jill, do this and I will be pleased. Now go and rest on a pew and get some air.”
Jill managed to push the door open and breathe in a lung full of somewhat clean air. She stumbled to a pew and sat, mind empty of thoughts as her new commands sank deep into her subconscious. Her husband and daughter similarly sat quietly, staring at nothing, waiting for their turn in the booth. The other door opened and Father Andrews sat there, his robe hiked up and revealing his rock hard erection. “Mindy, why don’t you come in here and we can work on your penance while you tell me all about your sins…”
The End.
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