Naughty Nun Femdom; Father Found My Secret ♕

I forgot that room checks were today.

“Sister?” I feel my blood run cold as I hear my Father’s voice come from inside my quarters. I’m a few doors down the hall but make it to my room in only a couple of steps to stand in the door. What I see shakes me to my core. Father is standing over my humble bed; in front of him, I can see a large black box that I know he had to fish from under the floorboards. He removes the layers of cloth I keep over the contents, and I can see the black leather and colorful materials sticking out of it.

It seems he finally found out about the naughty nun femdom I do on the side. I quietly step in and shut the door behind me. Once it is closed, I secure the door with my heavy key. The click of the lock startles the priest into turning around, where he stares at me, wide-eyed.

“I didn’t realize room checks were so invasive, Father Darius.”

“Sister…” he starts. Ignoring him, I pull off my veil, then my coif. He gasps at the site of my hair and turns his eyes away. “What are you doing?” he asks, glancing back only to catch my restrictive wimple falling to the floor. Finally, I discard the scapular, leaving myself in a simple black dress. I step towards the father. He stumbles back, his knees hitting my bed, and he falls, sitting down right next to the incriminating items. Handcuffs, masks, gags, whips, belts, dildos, and other tools and toys I’m sure he has no understanding of. 

I need to decide what I am going to do about him.

I take a seat on my father’s lap.

“Y-Your vow of poverty…” he says and motions to the personal ‘items’ I’m definitely not supposed to have. I nod, getting his shirt undone and pulling it from his shoulders. He struggles to keep it on, but I pull it off fairly easily. Despite his appearance, he is not that strong. Years of naughty nun femdom roleplay have made it easy for me to overtake and subjugate men.

“Broken,” I reply and lean down, kissing over his collar bone. He squirms and leans back away from me. 

“Sister… you are not to touch men!” he stammers. While he grapples with his morals, I reach over to my box and pull out a belt, leaning over him as I stretch my arm toward it. My breasts press against his face as I loop the belt around his hands and the rail on my bed. 

“My vow of chastity is definitely broken, Father Darius,” I laugh as he strains to move his hands. 

I move my own hands down to his belt, stripping it away and unbuttoning his pants. I find quite the bulge in his undergarments and start stroking it with the palm of my hand. The moans he tries to contain are kind of cute. 

I decide I won’t yet expose him to my naughty nun femdom.

“What have you been doing?” he asks me as I slide myself off of his lap, kneeling between his legs. Now that I am in a better position, I pull his hard cock from its cloth covering and start pumping. What a waste for a priest to be hung like this.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I say sarcastically. I lean forward and run my tongue from the base to the tip of his straining dick. “I’ve been partaking in naughty nun femdom prostitution on nights away from the coven.” 

“Prostitution… Sister, this is-!” he starts. I shut him up by taking his entire cock down my throat with ease, swallowing around it. After only a couple of pumps, I can feel him start to pulsate, so I pull off and let his cock swing up to his stomach, where he dumps his load. He looks embarrassed but has stopped making a fool of himself with his words.

Finally, I look over to my open box of toys on the bed, wondering which one to play with first.

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