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My Time in the Monastery

February 22, 2014 / by gaystory

Brother / Sister/Slave, (“TML”) November 1970

“Good loving & Good Scourging”

The story of a MASTER and his slave!

WOW, “it” finally happened!!! I had had my first sex, and it was with a fellow brother monk in the monastery. It was great. I always imagined having my “first time” with a sexy gal, but nonetheless my first sex was great! I often fantasize and wish for more.

I was a 20-year-old virgin and had fantasized about lots of women. I distinctly remember “wanting” Sally and Roberta in grade school and Cathy and Bonnie in high school boarding school. I did have mini-longings for a of classmate in boarding school, but I thought that the raging testosterone was taking over. Never did anything about those feelings and practiced my vow of celibacy to the letter. I had great fantasies about women, and jacked off to erotic fantasies of women. I was hooked on fantasy and self-pleasure. Jacking off in boarding school was risky, but not as risky or when I became a ‘brother’ in the monastery. Getting caught in boarding school would have been an embarrassment, but getting caught at the monastery would have meant immediate expulsion and condemnation.

I am unashamedly a total self-professed “tit man” who unashamedly has/had an oral fixation on boobs and most especially on women with pink nipples. I am still a confirmed tit man in my older years. I distinctly remember in junior high when my female classmates started sprouting tits, that I knew right then that I wanted to see, bite, chew, touch, grope, and suck all the titties I could possibly could.

I had become a monk and was sent to a small town in Indiana for my novitiate. Noviate is a time to ponder vocations and the religious order I was joining. The place sucked. We were isolated, mistreated and just plain miserable. The quaint village also housed a novitiate for nuns directly across the street as you can imagine, there was no contact between the novices. Too bad, maybe things would be different had I had my first sexual contact with a nun.

Although, I continued my nightly jack off sessions dreaming of Sally, Roberta Cathy, and Bonnie, I became aware that a fellow “Brother” who was my classmate was starting to flirt with openly with me. My “fun-friend” was a bit obvious, and ostentatious, even though I did not have any feelings for Brother “TML”, but loved the attention that she was giving to me. Brother was a tad on the femmy side, but not a total he-she. I enjoyed his femininity; I was having very confused longings and a bit of lust towards her. I chalked it up to isolation, misery and just complete horniness. She chalked it to total lust and wanting me. “She was openly “hitting on me”, and it was like “dating” in the outside world. He would shower me with attention and always would take the seat next to me. “She” would be near and constantly and try in any manner to get even closer to where I was sitting and or standing. I was very confused and in a state of semi-panic. My male classmate and fellow monk appeared to have the “hots” on me. Was I the cause? Did I provoke this strange relationship? Did I have any culpability for what my classmate was feeling, and how “she” was expressing those feelings? Was I enjoying the situation too damn much? What did I want to occur next?

I was also baffled one evening I woke up from a wet dream after dreaming that I was had gotten a blowjob and a hand job from my classmate. I couldn’t remember having such an intense wet dream throughout my horny youth. I also remember that I still had a raging hard on, and that I began pumping my cock with great fervor thinking about that blowjob that “she” had given., and also the hand job which “she” had given with a complete knowledge of how to stroke and alternately suck my cock. I must have masturbated myself to orgasm three or four times that night. I had to take an earlier than normal shower to clean myself of all the cum and sweat and to cool and calm myself. I had a new fantasy “girl” for my jack off sessions, and the SHE was a HE. What the fuck was happening? Was I “enjoying myself too much? Was I feeling something for “her”?

The priests and brother teachers often gave stern lectures in classroom settings re stories of effeminate monks having the “inordinate desires” for brothers. They would warn us of the sinful nature of any such liaisons. Me, the total dumb ass would only wonder who the hell would be so crazy. I would wonder how any monk would break his vows for another brother. I would never imagine how soon I would be part of that story and “hot” my Brother/Sister TML would soon become; “hot” for me and my cock. We were sternly warned that such relationships were prohibited and that we should seek immediate counseling. I also remember during one of these sessions that Brother TML was looking at me in a rather strange manner. “She” also licked her lips in a provocative way and she smiled and winked at me. I suppose that in looking back over the situation that I should have known what the hell was “up” with her. The “up” was her dick craving immoral, forbidden sex with me, her fantasy man, and her dream cock that was underneath my brown robes. I suppose in hindsight that I should have reported her but selfishly I relished her longings for my cock. I probably should have taken instant advantage of my love-struck suck-boy toy, but I was confused, horny, and just a mess.

“Sister” was very effeminate, slender, and kinda cute. I noticed that “Sissy”, her new nickname, had very nice nipples, and femmy tits, which were obvious under her robe. Her nipples were often erect, and were very noticeable during our limited rec time. Her pink nubs were often in full nipple erection during our free time by the pool. She and the other fems would spend the entire rec session working on their tans. I immediately noticed her almost perfect pink nipples. “Sissy” would be “nipped out” even during the warmest and hottest days. I loved her little titty erections and I noticed that her pink nubs would harden when I would spread my towel by her while she was chatting with the other femmies and the “girls” were “scoping out” the straight monks The closer my towel was to her space the more erect her nipples would become. I was very confused that I wanted to touch, bite, and or suck another man’s tits. I guess that I could rationalize that my tit fetish was taking control of my dick, but I had never thought about that another man’s titties would cause me to have constant impure thoughts and constant woodies.

I distinctly remember one day by the pool .We novices had just gone outside, during a long overdue rec period. The sun was shining brilliantly, and it was hot and humid as all hell. One of the other monks tossed a foam ball in my general direction. While I was attempting to catch the ball, I accidentally grazed her titties and her chest while attempting to catch the ball. She immediately had pink hard nipples, a hard on, and a purely seductive smile. I had a huge embarrassing woody. “Sissy” immediately fixated her look on my crotch and smirked. She caught me looking and getting hard at her hardening delicious titties. I think I said something brilliant like, “Oops, sorry about that!” What in the hell was happening to me that would cause a first-time woody for another man? I instantly knew that I soon had to, and needed to chomp on “Sissy’s” tits, and I had to have them. I need some “Sissy” titty action soon in my mouth, and in my hands ass soon as possible. FUCK, I really wanted to kiss, massage, bite, suck, and lick “Sissy’s” boobies. Those titties were mine. Those titties would soon become my nightly nesting, grazing and gnawing area. I jacked off and came buckets that evening after prayers, I was fantasizing about my little fairy’s nipples, and how I longed to engage my long suppressed oral mammalian desires. I prayed that evening, not for salvation, but for the opportunity to again not to just graze, but to munch and play, and suck and bite my baby- girl’s titties. “Sissy’s titties and my obsession with her titties became an all consuming obsession. I was jacking off two or three times a day just imagining have them to chew. I wanted to suck on her titties and make her my cum queen. I really was in serious lust with my bitch.

My little soon-to-be cock sucker also played with herself the evening of our titty contact. She told me that she whacked off for days thinking abut the exact moment when I first titties, and how she hoped and prayed that that was not my last touch of her titties.

“Sissy” was considerably taller than, also a turn –on, I was, and she was so obsequious and fun to be around. She was always swooning when I was talking and giving the other femmies dirty piercing looks if they were getting too close to me.

As I mentioned earlier, the Novitiate is a dull, boring, repressive place. My little “Sissy” was always laughing at my jokes, and buttering me up. I would soon be “buttering” her butt up too. “Sissy” my soon to be cocksucker later told me that she “had fallen” for me during our first weeks’ retreat session. “Sissy” told me that when she first saw me that she would jack off two or three times a day. My “friend” beat herself so often that she was worried about her vow of chastity. She was also worried that one of the other femmies would hit on me, and she would not have first dibbs on my cock. Being a control freak, had I known her desires, I would have acted and commanded her sooner. Oh, well!!

“Sissy” would seek me out for conversation and during our limited “rec” time. I also noticed that Sister would often “accidentally” rub against me at any given opportunity. “Sissy” later related that she would “beat herself silly” after those minimal contacts. She dreamed and jacked off to erotic fantasies about me. My little cunt would jack off and pretend that she was with me. My fairy-queen-cum-toy was preparing for thing(s) to cum. I enjoyed the devotion and the submissive behavior by Brother “TML”. I enjoyed the sexual innuendoes that were taking place, and I further enjoyed my little twat’s intoxicating company.

I really hadn’t thought about much more than “Sister TML” performing duties that I did not want to do. My little “fem-cake” would always show up and help with my monastic chores and sit down beside me during REC times and TV times on Sunday evenings. I thought it to be my imagination, but “Sissy” was constantly looking at my crotch through my robes. Though, average sized she fantasized of her upcoming whopper. Who knew that my little fem-bitch would soon be gazing and grazing on and at my cock in the near future, and for hours at a time.

I enjoyed the flirting and “Sissy’s” help. Although initially totally freaked out, I started developing a “crush” on “Sissy”. I questioned my own virility when thinking about her titties at night gave me a raging hard on. I was horny, conflicted and with a hard on most of my waking hours.

I knew that I wanted “more” from “Sissy” and I wanted to make”Sissy” my very own. . I still jacked off to thoughts of women, but would often have flashes of “TML” blowing me or of me shooting off on her girly titties. I also thought about putting my dick in unimaginable places on and in her cute femmy body. I literally wanted to fuck “Sissy” and have her blow me. I had problems dealing with my “growing” thoughts. I knew then, that I would have to pursue these feelings further. “Sissy” also told me that she knew that I would be THE “one” who she would service and THE “one” who would “have her!” She knew that I would be the one she would “do” her” for her first time. My soon to be “cock-hound bitch” was already planning our sex-filled-monastic sex times. “Sissy” was a tad kinky, how kinky my soon to be slave was I would soon discover. I would soon mount and conquer Mt. Sissy.”

It finally happened! During a monthly Name’s Day celebration where the Novices could drink cheap wine, I got a total buzz. After supper, I asked her if she would love to “cum” to my room after evening prayers. “Sissy” stated that she would love to visit, but to wait a bit for her to freshen up and she would meet me in my room. “Sister” knocked on my door and I invited her to come in. Our rooms did not have chairs, so we sat on my single monastic bed. I at once noticed that “Sissy” was wearing cologne. I believe that she was wearing a fragrance called: English Leather. We were not allowed to use cologne, but here was my cute little pussy girl using a banned substance to attract her man. My little fem-cake knew how to seduce her prey. She had dreamt of this moment from the instant that she had seen me. “Sissy” was a conniving, cock-hungry bitch who had planned for the evening months before we got together. She, in her own words, was “ready for some action”.

I don’t to this day remember who started, I’m sure that I took the lead forcefully but soon we were embracing, kissing fondling and frenching one another. I soon was on top of “Sister TML, dry humping him/her I was also able to cop a feel and rub of her titties. My little fairy’s titties were very sensitive and she moaned when I pinched her nipples. She also moaned as I chewed her nipples through her monastic brown robe. I was in heaven, and Sister was moaning loudly as I dry-humped her cute, girlish monastic little bod. “Sister” was so very blissed out, and I sure the hell was too. I had never cum like I did on my little fairy pussy queen’s -brown robe. I finally had a human contact to go with my fantasies. I was a new monk.

My new femmy bitch insisted that I cum on her robe. Who the hell was I to argue? I had cum, and would cum again and again with my little cum bitch’s help on top of her cute body. My little love-monk had become my whore. My little sex toy later told me that she had only fantasized about having sex. She had never participated in a sexual session, ergo; my little “monkette” was in paradise. She knew that as I was cumming on her that se would become my little cum bitch my personal, devoted, passionate slave-girl.

“Sissy” was just too eager to be dry humped. We didn’t wait another 24 hours to repeat our scenario. As I remember, we performed our love making during the next morning’s break period. We could only dry hump for 15 minutes, but I had a terrific cum and my love-twink just lay there. She was so eager to please and to serve. “Sissy” was mine for the taking and the using. “Sissy” only desired that I cum. She didn’t seem to mind that she frequently would not have the opportunity to herself cum. Bummer. I loved the power, and I loved the passion, and I loved the risk factor that we were taking.

I was a super horny monk who wanted another monk’s ass. I was in carnal heaven. We did the dry hump sessions many times during the following weeks. We would take off our robes and strip to our underwear. We would cuddle, hug, and embrace erotically. “Sissy” never wanted and or asked me to touch her rod, but she certainly knew where and how to touch and arouse me. My little boy-slave wanted to out do each previous session. I too, wanted to dry hump my little cunt. She sometimes came without a touch or as I shot my load. She would often clean me off with her robe or with her handkerchief. My little cock hound was driving me insane with lust and guilt. Fuck the guilt; I wanted the lust and sex.

Both “Sissy” and I wanted more sessions, but caution was important for the two of us. Caution and wanting more dry humping” was driving me crazy I needed more cum time with my little fairy queen, and she would have done “it” as often as monastically possible. My virginity was still intact, but my little pussy bitch’s would soon be taken, or at least that was my wish. I was obsessed with my cumming on “Sissy” or on her brown monk’s habit (robe). The bitch knew that she too had some power. She would often grin seductively or discreetly purr as we were walking into the chapel. The bitch would often feign reluctance or fear. I didn’t. I wanted “Sissy Time to be” 24 hours a day. I became a “Sissy” addict. I wanted her! I wanted to be with her and on top of her. M little bitch knew that although horny herself, she would often pretend that she was too busy, or not interested. Damn, she did have power over my cock and my cum.

I was young, dumb, and out-of-control-horny. I probably could have dry-humped my little fairy princess eight or nine times a day. We had to be careful. Other “brother /”sisters” also wanted my cock. My bitch told me that several other “sisters” were also fighting over my cock. I discovered that much later after leaving the monastery. My little pussy told me later that although she never shared the actual truth of our “fun”, that she did indeed shared “her “fairy princess’” fantasies/plans with the other “femmy” monks. “Sissy” told me that she was certain that all the “gals” were beating off to her stories. “Sissy” told me that the other femmies treated her like the Homecoming Queen who fucked the quarterback. The “girls” were jealous of my bitch, and she was a proud little queen. “Sissy” was my little cheerleader virgin bitch and I was her quarterback who would soon hump and bump her “monastically pure white ass. Damn, I couldn’t believe how much, and how often I wanted to hump my little bitch’s body. I wanted her, and I wanted more of her. She, too, wanted my cock and my cum on her robes. We were almost certain to be caught, but at that point, of my cummings and goings I didn’t really give a shit. All I knew was that I was slowly and surely having more orgasms than I had ever had in my life.

Again, our sessions changed for the better, once again with “Sissy” taking my cock and slathering it with Vaseline and beating me off till I would come and come and then come some more. My little cum-muffin would slowly slide her hand up and down my cock until I was ready to explode. She then pumped faster and faster until I was completely drained. “Sissy”, my bitch had her own special techniques where she would use her fingers and thumb on the head of my cock as if she were lifting my cock from my nuts. My bitch was gifted. My fairy queen was cock savvy and a total pleaser. She was my cock pleaser and squeezer. “Sissy” bitch knew my cock better than I knew my cock. She discovered sensitive spots that my fiancée and I use to this day.

Sister was happy to give and not receive. I was ecstatic to have my gallons of cum land in someone’s hand other than my own. “Sissy” was just beaming and breathing hard as she jacked me off. I too was breathing hard as my cutie manipulated my greased cock until I shot my load. “Sissy” was giving world-class hand jobs, and purring and smiling with devotion. “Sissy” would often jack me off and want nothing in return. I just wanted to cum in her delicate femmy hands, and as we were both naked to have her rub my cum on her girly titties. Yup, I loved my bitch’s hand jobs.

Again, the scenario became a tad kinkier. Brother “Sissy” asked me to whip her adorable girlish ass while she jacked me off. How the hell could I refuse my little bitch? For the first time “sissy” called me her MASTER, and I loved the title. “Sissy” the goddess of my cum, looked straight into my eyes and said, “MASTER, beat my ass, I am yours.” My little “pussy-bitch” handed me a mini-whip (scourge cord) which I used on her with great pleasure and great pain for my “little pussy girl. I, “Sissy’s” MASTER whipped her and made her cum as she was lying on her stomach. We both had massive emissions. We were both being satisfied. I still wanted more of my little pussy-bitch. I remember her muffled yells pleading for me, her MASTER to increase the number and harshness of my scourging. My cutie “monkette” was always a horny little bitch who always wanted more of my cock. My horny little bitch always wanted more of the whipping and paddlings that made me her MASTER. My horny little cunt wanted more of anything that made her MASTER have a hard on.
About this time, we also perfected our advanced frenching techniques, and would kiss and swap spit for hours. I was the one giving all the orders and telling “Sissy” exactly what I expected. I loved ramming my tongue into my little pussy girl’s mouth. I hoped and prayed that I would soon be shoving another of my organ of mine, my ever-hard dick, into that very same mouth. Soon, reality, lust, and “Sissy’s craving of her MASTER’S cock would cause this fantasy come true.

Thanks in part to my little fairy princesses’ love of anything erotic, “Sissy” helped me fulfill my titty fixation. I would suck, bite, and munch on and on her gorgeous little -girl titties for hours. I loved her boobs and enjoyed sucking on her pink nipples until I had her “nipped out”. My little girl’s cute pink nipples became an obsession. “Sissy” had the cutest girly titties and II loved them. As stated previously, I had always been a “tit man” and my little soon to be cock sucker’s titties” were great. I loved to make her hot by licking, softly biting, and pulling at the nipples with my teeth. I would gently and harshly pull then bite her pinkish nubs and my little pussy-slave would look up with at her MASTER, with total devotion and with a glint in her eyes. She would softly moan and purr asking her MASTER to be both gentle and rough with her girly nipples. I would also cup, caress, and pull at her nipples with my fingers. She loved it when I pulled and milked her adorable pink nipples. “Sissy” often would cum by a simple titty biting or licking. “Sissy” would almost pass out with pleasure. I too nearly passed in holy rapture as I grazed at my luv wad’s beautiful pink nippled titties.

“Sissy’s” tits were my mouthful. I told her that I loved her tits. “Sissy” would beg me to play with her little girly titties as I moaned “nummy-yummy” while chewing, suckling, or biting on her titties. I did munch on her titties as frequently as our monastic schedules allowed. My little fairy would often come from behind me and rub her nubs into my back. I often, copped a dry feel when the other monks were not watching. My little cock sucker loved her titty treats. Sometimes I too, thought that I could cum just by sucking, licking, and biting my little cunt’s perfect pink-tipped titties.

My little girly-boy- twat “Sissy” had the greatest set of titties that I have bitten, chewed, and or sucked. I have chewed on some great titties, all women except for “Sissy” but they could not compare to my first set that belonged to my little “twinky”: “Sissy”. I have often heard that we have indelible memories of the first set of titties that you suck after adolescence. True! “Sissy” girl, you have/had the finest set of titties that I have ever sucked, bitten, licked, and adored. Your nipples, you pinkish nubs still can make shoot my load when I think of your girly- boy titties.

“Sissy would often get nipple erections while were standing in line or watching TV. Of course, her MASTER would notice and that would cause a huge hard on which she would also notice. It became our secret game either while walking around the monastery, at prayer, meals, or often just walking up the steps. We were “horn dogs” and we didn’t care who might notice. Hardened nipples and a diamond hard cock were often sported in our Indiana monastery. I am damn sure that we were not the first monks who had the hots for one another, but we sure were the horniest two monks with constant nipple erections and hard ons in Indiana.

I would also give her hickies all over her body, “Sister” would give me love bites all over my body, I relished giving “Sissy” hickies on her neck where they could be seen by the others brothers in our community. I purposefully left my love marks on my bitch I loved the dominance and having my boy-slave “do me” whenever I desired. Sister would just purr and stroke my cock. “Sissy” would fondle me and grin and tell me that I was her MASTER. She told me that I was her first and only MASTER and that she would obey and take her whippings without saying a word. I noticed that “Sissy” wanted more oF her MASTER. Who the hell was I to argue? My cute, little pussy-bitch was mine. My adoring, compliant girl friend became an addiction, and I wanted to replace my pussy girl’s hand and “do her!!” Really, “do” her.

I desired “Sister’s” hand jobs a lot. We would often have twice-daily “good loving/ good scourging” sessions as often as our monastic schedules allowed. He too, was in heaven servicing me and getting his ass whipped and spanked. I was very happy to oblige my boy-toy and often would raise red welts on his pure white monastic ass. I must admit that she had a nice tight butt. I loved the power. I would often walk around the monastery sporting a raging rock-solid hard on thinking about my next kinky encounter with “Sissy” and how much further I could make her go. I wanted to beat her ass, and to have her give me her amazing hand jobs.

I often would be at evening prayer just waiting to run to my room to be adored and serviced. Damn, damn I wanted her and I wanted to make Brother/Sister my very own slave. I wanted more, and more and Sister wanted to do even more sessions. Although, we feared being discovered, she would often rub my crotch under the dining room table when we were able to sit together. I would often goose my bitch while the other brothers were not paying attention. Sister was a cock addict and that cock was mine.

My cute, pussy-girl, “Sissy”, told me once that she could cum when I entered the room, especially when I came into chapel. My little cum-fairy was always ready to serve and to be scourged. I wanted run to my room and have my cum toy beat me off and for me to beat and whip the bitch. She begged for more and who was I to refuse my little cum bitch? “Sissy” also wanted her MASTER to ‘brand’ her femmy bod with hickies over her yummy bod. I did. My little fairy was always sporting “industrial-sized hickies on her neck and on her yummy titties. I once thought of a way to monogram my cutie-cunt, but never pulled it off.

Again, our “games” changed. Brother / Sister “TML” started kissing and licking my balls and my cock and wanting me to whip her ass harder and harder. I was totally into it. “Sissy” paid very special attention to my cock head and licked it like I were a human lollipop. “Sissy” called it her slurpy treat. My very own luv monk my delightful cum bitch would begin at the base of my cock and lick upward while moaning and purring. She would look up and beg me to cum. “Sissy” was never satisfied with my cumming, and would beg me to cum again. My luv monk was insatiable. YES!!! My little vacuum toy always wanted a mouthful of my love juice. My adorable, precious, pussy-mouth was always devising new methods of “doing” her MASTER. Her MASTER was always planning new methods of getting more from my little “twinky”. My very own boy-toy was now my prized possession and my personal cock sucker. I had had my very first blowjob, and I knew that I wanted more and more of the same. I was now obsessed with “Sissy’s blow jobs, and her titties and her adorable cute little femmy bod; especially her titties, her mouth and her fuckable white ass.

“Sissy” would always stop and let me come on her hands or on his tits. That kinda sucked, (literally) but I finally convinced Brother “TML” to let me cum gallons in his willing monastic, cherry, mouth. My “slurpy machine would drain every gram from my cock. All I had to do was beat her cherry white ass and take incredible pleasure. I loved it. Sister’s mouth was taking hot streams of my cum and she moaned with “holy passion, excitement and obedience every time that I came in her mouth. Bother / Sister never swallowed, but swirled my cum like a fancy French sauce in her mouth. She was happy, actually quite happy to have her ass beaten and to cum as she lay on her stomach. My little “fairy princess” was becoming my cum “dairy princess”. I never could have enough cum-time with my femmy-bitch. I had “Sissy’s” pussy-mouth on my mind constantly. I had visions of “Sissy’s” mouth sucking my cock and milking ever gram of cum I could produce. I was in my own monastic heaven. I had almost the sex, all the adoration, all, but not enough for “Sissy’s” MASTER. I wanted even more from my pussy-girl. I wanted my bitch’s ass. When the thoughts first entered my mind, I was confused and thought that my I had become a “switch hitter. At that point, I didn’t give a shit. My dick and only my dick was making all of my decisions.

My personal, cutie, cum sucking slave was always ready to please, and to submit. Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I really wanted her to swallow, but she was not ready at that point. I know that a few more sessions….maybe, I would choke my little girl –boy with more than she could ever swallow. In my youth, I had a hell of a lot of spunk ready to gag my boy-toy.

I also convinced Brother “Sissy” to let me fuck him. I would only Vaseline and fuck his cheeks, no penetration, but again I came and pleasured myself for hours. I knew that this was “over the top”, but I wanted her more and more, and could not contain my cock or my cum. “Sissy” was my cum toy. He wanted more and more and he would take his daily whippings as he lay on his stomach until he too came and came again. “Sissy” would take her ass whuppings like an obedient bitch. My bitch!!! My cute, slave would only whimper and beg her MASTER for more and more as she sucked and swirled my cum loads. Damn, I was in monastic heaven.

I wanted to dominate and make my little boy-bitch beg to blow me and let me cheek fuck her. He was mine. I was her cum MASTER. “Sister” “TML” was my obedient, cutie-twat slave, cum receptacle and my “toy”. I certainly enjoyed his devotion and his total submission to me and to my cock. I loved the whippings and spankings that made “Sissy” totally compliant, begging for more and more. “Sissy” and she gave me great fulfilling pleasure and a place to park my cock in her moth or her ass cheeks during our monastic free times. I did enjoy my parking privileges and probably should been ticketed for excess time violations, and forgetting to yield the right of way.

Though a bit kinky, I especially relished my little sucking on my cock and by me coping a feel of her titties during scheduled prayer and silence periods. While the other brothers (monks) were supposedly in their rooms praying of meditating, I was shooting my load in my titty girl’s adoring mouth, and or whipping my little cum drainer. Damn, I was happy to “give” and certainly to receive. I wanted to have her swallow my load and I wanted to fuck her ass, not her cheeks.

I think that my goals would have been realized had I not left the monastery for the cutest little blonde girl in the world who I met in college.

“Sissy” actually began talking about her MASTER taking her cherry and of swallowing her first load. Unfortunately, as before she was sharing her fantasies with the “fems’ and not with her MASTER, as my docile cum hungry bitch should have been doing. As, I left the monastery for the outside world I will never know. It was only a matter of time and ass whipping and Brother/”Sissy” would have felt obliged and honored to suck and swallow, to fuck and plead. She told me later that she would jack off several times a daily thinking about swallowing my load and of her MASTER taking her final love gift: her virgin ass cherry. Had “Sissy” even discussed her hot thoughts with her MASTER, I would have been one happy ass monk.

The last “good loving” I received was shortly after I left. Sister called me and asked me to meet her at a different monastery. I had just broken up with my fiancée and had not had anyone touch me in months. When I arrived at the monastery, Sister answered the door dressed in her brown monastic robe and her white cord. I wanted to fuck her on the spot, but we were in the doorway of her monastery. My little cock sucker had an erotic plan in mind. “Sissy” as always, had on her favorite fragrance, (English Leather kinda appropriate) and had showered and shaved for the occasion. I, her “MASTER” always demanded that she have a close shave to be as girlish as possible on our dates. I wanted my little bitch to be clean, shaven, and always ready to please me, her MASTER. I always demanded that my little fairy not even have a hint of stubble on her face. I wanted her to be my bitch and look and act feminine! My little cum sucking toy had remembered her “MASTER’S” wishes

I remember once when “Sissy” had the faintest hint of stubble on her face. I made her suck me off, and I didn’t whip her. She was almost in tears, apologizing. I refused to do anything to her. I did make her blow me two or three times without frenching and or me playing with her titties. She did offer her titties for her MASTER to bite suck and chew. I refused! She had to learn her lesson. If she wanted any action from and for her MASTER, she had better be clean-shaven and have her pussy face acceptable and stubble-free for her “man”. I was a strict MASTER, and my rules and preferences had to be obeyed and followed or there were consequences. The MASTER’S word was the law. The MASTER’S every wish and whim were to be anticipated and acted upon with total humility and joyful servitude. The MASTER’S rule were very simple, be ready, be femmy, be subservient and suck me off. If you are lucky, I might whip you, and if I am feeling charitable, I might whip and allow you to lay on your stomach and rub your crotch until you too can cum.

I could see that “Sissy” was already “nipped out” and anxious to go. So was my cock. My hard on must have given me sway. I had a massive hard on and “Sissy” gave my cock a gentle swipe and purred. She told me that she wasn’t wearing underwear and that she was ready to “service” her MASTER. “Sissy” gave me a not too subtle wink, licked her lips. I knew what was “cumming”

We went to her room where she gave me one last BJ. “Sissy” had a new trick. She had brought a cup of ice with us. She would suck on the ice and then suck on my rod. Damn, that was her best BJ ever. Neither my fiancée, nor any of the other women who I fucked ever quite measured up to that last blowjob. “Sissy” was great and I was happy. “Sissy” sucked, and sucked with a mouthful of ice. I knew I could not last long, but I held off as for as long as I could. I did not have the opportunity to paddle or whip my bitch, but she understood. The other monks might hear the moaning and the sounds of my cock and her moaning and purring. I regret to this day not reciprocating, but that is life! Looking back, I should had bloodied her ass, and made her scream for another slurpy load. That last “good-loving-good scourging session should have bee our first good swallowing, good fucking session.

OH, Brother/Sister TML, I still fantasize about your service to your MASTER. OK, I’ll admit to the fact that once when I was sucking on a my fiancée ‘s titties, I imagined that I was sucking on your girly titties, she has bigger tits, but not as succulent as yours , my personal twink cum sucker. “KD” has a great set, but no one has cute pink nipples, and nubs like you. No woman I have been with gets the same nipped look that you did when I was sucking and biting your titties. Damn, I am still hot for your girly titties. I still want to nibble, suck, bite, and lick my little pussy-boy’s adorable tits. “Sissy” your nipples and how they reacted to being sucked and bitten are an erotic wonder. If we ever get together again, I want to try and titty fuck while you are sucking my cock. Damn, why hadn’t we ever tried that before? I want to bite, suck, kiss, and lick the set of titties that belongs only to me, your MASTER. Your titties are all mine. Forever!

Once when I was porking a former girlfriend and filling her with my cum, I was fantasizing that it was your mouth taking my entire load. I think that when I was cumming that I screamed out “Sissy” bitch I am cumming! She wanted to know “who” hat girl ‘Sissy bitch’ was. I am sure that I “made up” a huge whopper of a lie. She would never understand that “Sissy” was a boy-toy”, who had given the most incredible head in my lusty monastery days.

I also lust when I jack off thinking that it’s your mouth or your ass I into which I am depositing my cum. I loved your attention. I loved when you called me: “MASTER!” I loved having my cock in your mouth and embedded in your ass cheeks. I loved your lollipop sucks and beating your ass raw. 30+ years later, and I still have wet dreams about waking up with you on your knees and with devotion and servitude eagerly giving your MASTER a good morning blowjob.

“Sissy” I have had other “real” women, but no one has adored and worshiped my cock like you. Sister, you gave the best head I have ever experienced. “Sissy” girl, you worshiped and devoured my cock with the greatest devotion. “Sissy”, you desired my cum and your “good scourging with such tender, eager yearning. I want to cum in your mouth and have you swallow. I want to fuck your cherry, white ass raw. I want you on your hands and knees begging to “do your MASTER” and to swallow and swallow and be my boy-toy, fuck muffin, cum receptacle as I again whip and beat my your girly boy- toy -ass with paddles, whips and chains. I want to ravage your ass and your mouth with my cock. I want you to beg to be fucked and also beg to swallow my cock and my cum. “Sissy bitch, you don’t know what I wouldn’t do to make you choke on my cum, and to hear you scream as I fuck you raw.

My cute, obedient, cock-hungry little “slurpy” machine, I imagine you with my cock in your mouth, kneeling beneath my computer desk as I am typing, with you my little fairy, licking, sucking, and begging to be whipped. I too fantasize and can almost hear you choking on my third or fourth load of spunk.

Remember, “Sissy” how after years on not talking we arranged an AOL instant chat. Recently, you surprised me by mailing your leather gifts of servitude. I was surprised by a UPS package that you sent. Inside carefully packed were several whips, paddles, riding crops and those little cigars, (blueberry mothers) which you asked that I smoke as you sucked me. You graphically wrote what you would do to my cock, and what I would do to your ass when we next met.

I also remember how fucking disappointed I was to learn that you had swallowed another monk’s load. Initially I was irate. I am still pissed off and hurt. You little cunt, you will pay for the indiscretion. Cunt-boy, you will have the MASTER’S wrath and the MASTER’S cum. You will swallow so fucking much of your MASTER’S cum that you will gag on it. You will pay with your ass. You will pay, and pay again. I will fuck you as you whimper for me to forgive your disobedience. I will take what has always been mine: your cute little virgin “twinky” ass. I am thinking of monogramming your adorable virgin ass with my MMMWH or ‘my MASTER was here’ or maybe with my initials or my entire name. You won’t soon forget the cherry popping or the branding. Cunt, you will pay! Fairy-girl, you will marvel at how much cum I will have for you to swallow and for you to have deposited in your cherry-virgin ass.

You also said that he was just a weekend fling at a retreat you attended several years ago. You said that it was no “big thing” and that you were thinking of me when you swallowed. Boy-bitch you can never imagine how much that hurt your MASTER. I may forgive, but only my cock shoved up, filling your boy-toy cunt will make me forget. I will hurt you as much as your have hurt your MASTER. “Sissy y you’ll be thinking all about me when you swallow several of your MASTER’S loads soon. Your girlish mouth will be sore from sucking me often so often. You will swallow load after load of the MASTER’S cum, and then beg for another load. Bitch, if you even hesitate, your MASTER will severely retaliate and make you suffer, as you have wanted to for so long. Or, perhaps, I will not bite and suck your titties, or shove my tongue down your throat or the ultimate not scourging you and making you wait for hours.

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