Sister Felicity

Part Two  The Dream




Sister Felicity returned to her cell in the convent. 
There she sat for a very long time contemplating the
events of the past few hours.

Her thoughts and emotions were all mixed up.  What had
just happened?  Was she really in a convent or in some
house of eroticism?

Coming back up the stairs, she'd met Sister Constance
who on seeing her, scuttled away sideways like a crab.
Constance wouldn't even look at her.  She just clung
to the wall and stumbled down the stairs.  Felicity
had the strange but not unsatisfying idea that she
only had to say something to elicit a scream from her.

Now she sat on her little bed, thumbing through the
pages of the book and wondering what would happen
next.  When would he summon her and what would that
encounter bring?  She could still feel the heat of his
lash on her ass.  Still see his hard cock inches from
her face, feel it in her mouth and throat and still
taste his cum on her tongue.

The images in the book brought it all back, the fear
that turned to excitement, the shame that turned to
passion.  And now, something else, aching desire. 
This was a new emotion for her.  In all her past
encounters, there had been curiosity and an insatiable
need for more forbidden pleasures.  But this was
different.  She wanted this man, wanted to please him,
wanted to be possessed by him.  She felt at this
moment that she already was possessed and wondered to
herself what that meant.

Rising from the bed she took off her habit and picked
up the simple gown she wore every night.  It was as
much a uniform as the habit, issued to all the sisters
and made of a type of cotton that was anything but
soft to the touch.  But as she pulled it on over her
head, the material brushed her nipples which became
instantly erect.

The book was open on the bed and as her gaze fell upon
the image there she imagined herself and the Monsignor
replacing the people in the picture.

Her hands moved to her breast and crotch.  She gripped
both places tightly and almost fell to her knees.  She
got into bed and turned the pages while touching
herself, fingers rubbing her clitoris, then finding
their way inside.  Again she imagined him inside her,
the heat of his cock searing her insides, sending
currents of pleasure throughout her body and into her
brain.

Soon she was writhing on the bed as she had so many
other times, but this time was different.  As she
imagined him taking her in every imaginable way the
waves of pleasure became more intense than any other
time in her life and when she came, a cry escaped her
lips that must have reverberated through the halls of
the convent.

As the waves subsided, she heard a noise at the door
and sat straight up in bed.  The handle turned
slightly and she expected Constance to come in on her.
Instead she heard a hand release the handle followed
by the hurried shuffling of someone walking away.

She remembered his words to her then, "Don't worry
about Constance anymore Felicity, she understands that
I'm very territorial."

With those words and many others going through her
mind, she drifted off into fitful dreams.


Darkness, utter and all encompassing.  Darkness
enveloped her so completly she could not tell up from
down.  Just as vertigo threatened to overcome her she
realized she was blind folded.  A soft cloth was
pulled tightly across her face and tied at the back of
her head.

As she reached to take the binding away she felt her
hands were bound with the same silken cloth that
covered her face.  Wrapped tightly around the wrists
it held her hands together, not painfully, but in a
fashion that made it impossible to free herself.

She also just realized that she was completely naked
when a voice spoke,

"Don't move and don't remove the blindfold."

The voice seemed to come from far away, but in her
blinded state it seemed also to be inside her head.

"Are the bindings too tight?" the voice asked.

Now she recognized the voice as the Monsignor's, but
it sounded strange.  He had been stern and even angry
with her before and it frightened her.  But now his
voice had a detachment and an air of something else,
something she couldn't define.

"I asked you a question.  Answer me girl!"

"I'm sorry, what did you ask?"

"You're not listening very well Felicity, not
concentrating.  If you are to learn the lessons I will
teach, you must concentrate.  Now once again.  Are the
bindings too tight?"

"No" she whispered.

She was beginning to concentrate and now with the
deprivation of sight her other senses were heightened.
She could hear him moving around her, the rustle of
his cassock, the firm footfall on the wood floor.
He walked away and she heard a sound at once familiar
but strange.  She'd heard it before, when she was here
before.  She knew now she was in the same room.  The
scent of the oil lamps was heavy in the air and then
she recognized it.  The sound was the cane being drawn
from it's place behind the desk.

He walked slowly back and she knew he was close.  His
breath was caressing her cheek.  She was waiting for
the first strike of the lash, but it didn't come. 
Instead she felt the thin reed of bamboo being drawn
across her legs, over her buttocks, up her back.  The
small knuckles at the joints in the shaft brought
forth an involuntary twitch in her muscles as he drew
the cane back down to her ass.

Then without warning she heard the whistle as the cane
sliced the air and landed on her ass.  The blow made
her cry out.  As before it stung, but the pain quickly
subsided to a burning warmth.

"What was that Felicity?  No?  No what?"

Another lash.

She had to struggle to remember the question.

"No, they aren't too tight."

Another lash.

"Still not the right answer.  Use my proper name when
you respond to me.  Now, again.  Are the bindings too
tight?"

Another lash.

Her ass was on fire and her breath was coming in short
gasps.

"No, Monsignor.  They are not too tight."

A pause, in which she waited fearfully and expectantly
for the next blow.

"Good.  That's better."

Now the cane was being drawn over her breasts.  The
knotted joints rubbing across the nipples which though
already hard, throbbed at the contact.

"Yes, very good.  Hmmm, you like that don't you?  If
my memory serves well, and it does.  I remember that
you became very aroused at the caress of my cane
before.  It would seem so again."

She felt his hand on her breast and moaned as he
firmly rubbed the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
His hand then strayed down, fingertips brushing the
skin of her belly before coming to rest on her mound.

Then he cupped her entire pussy in his hand as his
palm ground into her mound and his fingers probed her
labia.  His thumb worked in circles on her swollen and
throbbing clit.  Then one, followed by another finger
found their way into her pussy.  Another moan came
from her mouth as he fucked her with his hand.

Then as she felt herself start to release he stopped.

She dared not say anything.  He walked away behind her
not saying a word.  She heard his footsteps go away
and into another room.  Then nothing.

She didn't know how long she stood there.  Her knees
began to go weak again.  It could have been minutes,
or hours.  She wanted to call out, but knew she'd
better not.  She wasn't afraid of the lash.  The way
he wielded it was almost a caress to her now.  She
just did not want to disobey him.  And even though
he'd issued no command to stay silent, she knew that
was what was required.  She would stand here for hours
on end until her legs failed before uttering a word.

Then from a distance behind and to her right,

"Come here Felicity."

She turned and taking the best bearing she could began
to walk slowly across the room.

When she was sure she would run into a wall or some
other impediment she felt a cool air to her left. 
Then his voice again.

"Come in here."

Turning, she felt her foot fall on stone instead of
wood and heard a slight reverberation in the air.

"Come here to me."

A few steps and she knew she was standing in front of
him.

"Turn to your left and step up."

She turned and raised her foot to a stone step.  She
stepped up on it.

"Turn around and sit down."

She did so and felt cold stone on her still smarting
ass.

"Lean back."

She did and as she did, felt his hands on her ankles. 
He spread her legs and placed her feet on the same
stone surface she sat on.

She knew she was completely exposed to him and she
also knew he was looking at her.  The thought made her
wet to the point that a small drop of cum ran out of
her pussy and down the crack of her ass onto the
stone.

He laughed softly as he walked away.

The room was cool, but she could feel a warmth to her
left which she guessed was a fireplace.  She heard the
sound of metal scraping metal, then the sound of his
steps returning.

Water was being poured into a basin and from the close
warmth she guessed from a pot just removed from the
fire.  The pot was set down and she heard the sound of
a sponge being soaked in the basin.

Then the hot sponge was applied to her mound and she
recoiled slightly involuntarily bringing her knees
together.

"Spread your legs."

She did so and the sponge was reapplied.  This time
the sensation was more pleasant and she moaned softly.

Then a new feeling.  A warm slippery substance was
being applied to her mound and labia with what felt
like a soft brush.  It felt like a soapy lather.

Curiosity and apprehension mixed and she wanted
desperately to remove the blindfold to see what was
happening.

Another sound now.  Another sound familiar, but
strange as if heard only long ago.  A sliding buffing
sound as of two opposite substances being drawn across
each other.  The sound she heard from the bathroom in
her aunt's house before her uncle died, when he would
prepare to shave, when he would strop his razor.......

The blindfold was taken quickly away and she saw the
glint of steel just as it was drawn down through the
lather on her pussy.

"No..........."

"Don't move girl."

He shaved her expertly, quickly and cleanly.  And even
though she was terrified at the sight of the heavy
blade slicing down through the lather, the sensation
was thrilling.

He didn't look up from the task he was performing and
accomplished it with the skill and dexterity of an
artist.  His long fingers pushed and pulled her labia
first to one side and then the other as he delicately
removed every hair from her now sopping wet pussy.

When he was finished he took a towel from the basin
where it was soaking, rung it out and wiped her off.

Then he stood back.

She saw then that he was completely naked himself and
for the first time she got a full view of his cock
which was hard and standing straight up.

She also realized as he moved toward her that the
stone surface she was sitting on was at just the right
height so he had full access to her.

Cutting the bonds at her wrists with the razor, he
told her to brace herself as he pulled her ass forward
till it was just over the edge of the stone.

"Lean forward Felicity.  Look at your naked pussy. 
Watch me bury my cock in you.  Watch as I put it in
your pussy."

He placed the red head of his cock between her pussy
lips and began to slowly rub it up and down.  Then as
he pushed it down hard over her clit he thrust it into
her.

She watched every movement, straining her back to lean
forward and see his cock working on her.  She saw it
go in and the sight along with the feeling made her
spasm, her pussy clenching him tightly.

As he moved in and out of her, she watched.  She was
soon groaning and panting.  She dug her heels into his
ass and ground on his cock as it plunged into her. 
Thrust after thrust and he grabbed her ass in both
hands lifting her off the stone slightly as she braced
back on her hands.

The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed off
the walls and made a counterpoint to the waves of
pleasure emanating from her pussy throughout her body.

When she heard his breathing change and felt his pace
quicken she ground even harder on the throbbing rod
that impaled her.

He shouted as the first jet of cum shot out of him. 
She cried out as well and their mingled cries filled
the stone chamber as they came together.

As the waves subsided she felt a strange sensation.
She felt herself falling backwards away from him, his
face still contorted in passion but receding as she
fell into darkness........


Waking with a start, she heard Constance at the door.

"Wake up.  Wake up girl."

Getting weakly to her feet she stumbled to the door.

She opened it to be greeted with the leering face and
foul breath of Constance.

"Having sweet dreams are we?  Well get up and get
dressed.  The Monsignor has summoned you again.  He
awaits you now."

She slammed the door shut, turned her back to it and
wondered as she saw the open book on the floor if
waking could be better than a dream..........


END OF PART TWO