A Veil, a Crop Top, and a Golden Belt

Catherine’s head was still, her body yet limp, post the paralyzing agent George had injected into her arm. George’s hand lingered, as he finished putting on the finishing touches of her Saint attire.

The old, crinkled hand felt warm against her still mostly numb skin.

“Each piece has a purpose of course. The extended crop top shirt, you may possibly recognize similar from Nun’s habits, is the centerpiece. It grants you the authority over your household, over your order."

“The veil is to transmit your actions into your belief. What use a puppet? What value a ****? If you strike, your strike is just, if you command, your will is correct, if you preach, you preach with exacting, unrelenting truth.”

Here he paused, and cupped her privates firmly, pressing on the gold frontal display covering her most sensitive parts.

“Your underwear, your belt provides motivation. As you hesitate need increases, as you act satisfaction is granted. As your faith grows, you grow.”

“But how can any one woman know how to act? How can one fulfill the holy mission? No one pastor fully understands the word. No single missionary has every answer. Even the greatest of Saints must pause to reflect on the law. Sadly, despite fervent prayer we have no single item to offer. No one item could possibly encapsulate clearly every regulation, every law, every goal, every purpose without room for interpretative/subjective errors.

Here George paused, and lifted Catherine’s head, strapping a plain steel ring gag into place, with room for a tubular attachment.

“Fortunately, if an item will not do, why not their lives themselves? 10 of our most holy leaders, including myself, have spent years gathering up this most potent source of life. Of ourselves. And ritually inscribing the rules into this source.”

Casually he brought a sturdy hospital fixture over, attached to it were 4 fully inflated, liter sized, IV bags with plastic tubing attached.

“I speak of course, of our holiest ejaculate.”

Catherine Attire: