The following day at church...

The next day, you return to the chapel. You step inside the confessional booth and kneel before the screen, waiting for the priest to begin. He asks for your confessions, and you reveal the intimate liaisons that you have engaged in. His voice is stern as he admonishes you for your transgressions, and you know that punishment is forthcoming.

The sound of the door creaking open makes you flinch, and you hear the rustling of fabric as the priest enters the booth. He places your head in the confession contraption, trapping you in place. You can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers perverse promises in your ear.

The next few moments are a blur of sensations, the weight of his body pressing against yours as he violates you in ways that make you feel both ashamed and aroused. You muffle your cries of protest with your hands, but the sound echoes in your mind long after the session is over.

As you leave the chapel, your body aches with both pain and pleasure. You know that you will return to the confessional, again and again, to confess your sins and submit to the perverse whims of the priest.