Path of submission

Oh, sweet Jesus!

The taste of her arousal was intoxicating, stronger than any **** I'd ever experienced. I sucked greedily as she rode my face, moans muffled by her thighs around my head. My heart thudded in my chest and my clit throbbed painfully in the chasity belt.

"Such a good girl Cassandra, keep doing the Lords work" she murmured, grinding harder against my lips. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body, making me quiver uncontrollably. The smell of her arousal mixed with the scent of incense filled my nose, clouding my senses. I couldn't believe this was happening. The idea of submitting to Sister Mary had excited me beyond belief, but actually experiencing it was indescribable. I wanted more, needed more - her dominance over me was intoxicating.

All of a sudden, she lifted herself up, and spun around, still straddling my head, giving me an amazing view of her ass from behind. She reached down, gently touching my chastity belt and with a soft smile said "So eager and obedient, aren't you?" she teased as she reached into her bosom, pulling out a key that was around her neck. "Let's see if you deserve release." Sister Mary inserted the key into the lock, the metallic sound echoing loudly. As she twisted the key, my heart pounded with anticipation. Would she release me and allow me to explore my desires with her? Or would she leave me trapped, **** to serve? I had never felt such anticipation within my body before. The situation was surreal yet incredibly enticing.

Sister Mary’s voice came once again "Do you wish to be released, Cassandra?" she asked, her voice husky and filled with anticipation.

"Yes," I whimpered, unable to contain my longing. "Please, Sister Mary.”

Sister Mary laughed, and instead of removing the belt, she rocked back, pushing her ass into my face. “Go on Cassandra, you will learn in time.” I whimpered, feeling almost heartbroken. But I continued to obey. I must obey.

I thought I would explode, but instead I resumed my mission, my tongue flicking out, this time to her rear entrance. Sister Mary gasped above me, and I went to work. Licking, sucking, lavishing the ass in front of me like it was my god. Sister Mary would push back more, putting her sopping wet entrance into my mouth and her asshole on my nose, making me alternate between the two.

God knows how long I kept it up, but once again Sister Mary pulled away, spinning around to face me. She leaned back, placing her hand on my waist, playing fingers touching my skin and the belt, and then stroking my inner thighs “Are you ready to be released Cassandra?” She said softly as she put the thumb of her other hand on my tired lips, opening them slightly.

“Please Sister Mary!” I begged. So ****. My mind was fogged, all I knew is I needed release.

Her hands came away from me, jiggling the key still in the lock, just out of reach of my bound hands… before pushing her clit back into my mouth. I knew she would do this again, but it still felt like pure ****.

My tongue was exhausted, but still Sister Mary rode my face. Again and again she would clamp her thighs around my head, bucking for a few seconds before going back to stroking my hair and praising me and God in the same rapid breaths. Two more times she teased me with the promise of release, before I finally understood what was required of me. As the question came again, my aching jaw whispered out:

“No Sister, I don’t want to be released.”