Self Pleasure, Self Punishment

“It sounds to me like your order uses them as a form of punishment,” I suggested, twisting Charity’s narrative to fit my needs, “Sister Rosalia must have done something wrong, and Sister Chastity must have been punishing her for it.”

Lilly nodded slowly, “she was on the rack, it is a punishment device.”

“And you said Charity was never punished for what she’s been doing?” I asked, watching as Lilly turned one of the smaller, smooth bronze dildos over in her hand, her hips wiggling unconsciously as she must have been fantasizing about using it. The girl was clearly more strong willed than I had ever given her credit for… but that could be a good thing.

“No,” Lilly looked back up at me, snapping out of her daze and quickly putting the dildo back in the box.

I took it back out and handed it to her, “yours, if you want it, free of charge.”

She bit her lip unsure and I made sure to interrupt her before she could answer.

“It’s not evil, it’s not even wrong.” I shrugged, trying to act as though it didn’t matter to me either way. “So long as you don’t stick it up your womanhood…” I paused as she blushed, “your order clearly sees nothing wrong with it.”

She was biting her lip, time to put the final nail in it.

“Besides, I can’t be around to punish you every time you masturbate,” her eyes met mine and I pushed my will forwards, letting the wolf in me press against her trained but inexperienced mind, “this way you can use it to punish yourself and take divine justice into your own hands.”