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Subject: {ASSM} Habit 2
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Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 06:10:03 -0500
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Habit 2
 
      It is dark as she slowly wends  her way across the woodsy lot and 
looks up at the door to the convent.  Her  home seems confining and sort of 
foreboding.  I will never be the  same,  now that I have taken this step into 
another  life.
I feel so alive; but so  drained.  So lost, but so aware of the 
possibilities.  It was so  simple before, now nothing is certain.  A dream, but so 
real.  The  weight hanging between her breasts and the dull pinch of the clips 
on her  nipples, make her know that it is real.
Climbing the steps to her room, a tiredness is deep in her body.  A sense  
of guilt for what she had done and allowed to be done and enjoyed to be  
done.
Stripping off her  clothes, her blouse sticks to her chest.  Her breasts 
ache with her  touch, the chain softly tingling as the links hit together.  
The lock of  gold hanging and gently swinging against her breasts.  Taking off 
her skirt  and pantyhose, her finger rubs the gentle swelling of her lips.  
The  feeling is good, but make her remember and try to remember the 
feelings of   the intruding fingers.  The first time that they were not her  own.  
The feeling of helplessness and the feeling of being  controlled.
Who was this that totally  commanded her body and emotions?  No desire to 
resist the commands or  protest the treatment.  How did he know where she was 
and who she  was.  Appearing out of nowhere and knowing that she would 
accept with no  protest, her submission.  Oh God.  What am I going to do?  I am  
lost.
Naked.  She walks to the tiny  mirror and looks at her face and then down 
at her chest.  The clips  pinching her nipples and the lock hanging suspended 
from her breasts.  Her  chest heaves as she looks and an ache is in her 
nipples.  Putting on her  robe and slippers and picking up her nightgown and 
bath supplies, she leaves her  room and goes to the shower.  Turning on the 
water and soaping her body, a  calmness seeps into her flesh and her body 
relaxes.  The warm water  soothing on her breasts and nipples.  The ache a 
pleasant little spot in  the back of her consciousness.  Slowly her fingers rubs 
the soap in around  her nipples and careful of the clips.  Wondering if she 
can take the clips  off to soap and massage the flesh of her nipple.  Doing 
one clasp at a time  so that the lock is always connected, she cleans and 
caresses the flesh, with  little teeth indents.  The feeling so nice when she 
relieves the pressure  and the tiny ache and then feeling of pleasure as it  
reattached.
Her fingers soap the rest of  her body, hesitating at her mound for a 
moment and then, ignoring the temptation  to play,  finishes soaping then towels 
herself dry.  Covered with her  nightgown, her nipples push out the front 
and the swaying of her breasts, causes  the lock to make a bump in her gown as 
she moves.  Putting on her robe, she  returns to her room and saying her 
prayers, climbs under the covers and in the  dark, her mind and body relives 
the scene in the chapel.  Her nipples ache  with present stimulation and past 
and her legs clench to stem the temptation to  relieve the hot need.  
After a long hour, her body relinquishes to a sleep haunted  with dreams  
and startling awareness
Hurrying to  school, before class time, to reach the library and go online 
to check her  mail.  The librarian greets her at the  door.

"Good morning Sister Alana", his cheery voices says.  " How  are you doing 
this bright and crispy morning?"  " I missed you last night,  I had a very 
good night with my game".  
"Good morning Brother Matthew", she hurries her words, "can I get in early 
and  look up some reference material."
"Yes,  of course, enjoy yourself"  he answers as he turns away to his desk 
and  piles of books.
Finding the last station  empty, she sits down and quickly signs on.  
Checking her school user mail,  she finds notes from her students and a couple of 
friends.  Switching  quickly, she sign on as LilGirlLost.  Yes.  There is 
an email  from The Daemonic.  
Fingers shaking as  she opens her new mail. 
 
    Little Girl, do you feel loved this  morning?  Do you feel like someone 
special cares for you?  Well you  are loved and you are special; but not 
totally in the way that you  expected.  This is your new way of feeling and 
needing.  Your wear my  mark, hanging between your breasts and on your 
shoulder.  If you continue  to obey and please me, then you will earn a more 
permanent sign of my love and  ownership.  I think a tattoo and maybe a collar.  
Does that excite you  to know that you are presently pleasing and  owned?
You are raw material at present;  but will learn to enjoy and crave what I 
have to offer you.  I hope that  you have followed my instructions, of no 
undergarments and leave your chain  on.  I would be somewhat displeased to 
find that you have disobeyed  me.  
I want you to feel  the freedom of your body, freed from the confines of 
your clothing.  Your  naked skin is all the clothes a slave like you need and 
deserve.  
Alas, in your present situation, being naked at school teaching would not 
be  very good.  I just wish that your skirt was shorter to tease those young  
boys, as you sit and it hikes up your thighs.  An I wish that you didn't  
have to wear that vest, to hide your unfettered breasts and jutting  nipples. 
 
Yes.  I want you to make an effort to find a situation where your skirt  
might be raised by your position of sitting or maybe you might spread your 
legs  to show your lovely lips and patch of dark hair.  Or maybe your vest 
might  flap open to expose the swell and weight of your breasts pressing against 
your  blouse.  Oh.  I forgot that you wear pantyhose.  That little  
problem, you will take care of, by cutting a hole in the hose so that your pussy  
is exposed.  As soon as you can after closing this letter.  This not a  
request; but a command.  
Also.  I want you to find the time to give yourself an orgasm, while still  
at school.  Use your fingers on your flesh.   Deep.
I will have some items that I want  you to use on a regular basis.  I will 
explain now what you are to do with  them.  Razors.  To keep your pussy 
clean shaven of all hair.  You  will do that tonight and keep it hairless.  A 
garter belt and stockings and  underwear.  If you wear anything, it will be 
what I have given you.   If it was possible, you would have nothing; but what 
I have given you and allow  you to use.  You will also be given some "toys" 
to help you learn to enjoy  your body and thus aid in my enjoyment of my 
body and  yours.
Tonight.  We will meet again  in the Chapel.  I will come to you at 9:00 
PM.  Do not look around;  but continue to kneel with your head bowed.  Wear 
what you are wearing at  present.  Girl.

bye for  now

always      The  Daemonic
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