Francis was garbed in his usual attire, a thick, black latex gimp suit, leather hood and rubber boots. He matched his owner’s pace, his arms locked behind him in a tight arm binder. He proceeded quickly, but carefully. Any misstep could result in a painful fall and he would eat the ground face-first.
Mistress Superior had opted for a less conventional outfit today. Tired of the typical habit, but never weary of latex, Jessica wore a gleaming one-piece purple dress. It started with two thick straps that slid down from her shoulders until the latex expanded around her bust and traced her curves all the way to her knees. This was matched by purple highlights recently dyed into her hair and the sultry purple shadow and dark liner applied around her eyes. This, combined with full length latex arm gloves, knee-high leather boots and a stern looking crop gave her a much more severe look than usual.
“Mistress… I’m sorry if I’m being too needy.”
“You’re not too needy, slut” she responded without even looking back. “I just don’t have time to feed you as often as you crave. Besides, a woman likes variety in her life! Slaves like you deserve variety too. I’m going to make sure you get plenty today! Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
This was a perfect opportunity. The Daughters’ newest accommodation was set to open today. Jessica headed there early so she could make Francis the first star in their new show. It was a performance that would carry on every day into the foreseeable future. She had no doubt her fellow Dommes would love it. It would become a regular feature in much of the Sisterhood’s day.
Jessica ascended the stone stairs to the entrance of the cathedral and held the door open for Francis. She shooed her bitch boy in with a firm smack on the ass before following him through. The large wooden door creaked to a close behind them.
The combination of sweet incense and the familiar, pungent smell of Succubus cum assaulted Francis’ nostrils immediately. The Tabernacle was cleaned after each Sacrament of Bliss, but it didn’t matter. The stench of she-jizz was stronger than any cleaning product and it hung in the air prominently.
Mistress Superior took the lead again, giving Francis’ leash a tug as she walked by him. She headed down the center aisle past the many rows of pews before turning at the altar and heading to the right alcove of the cavernous chapel.
Francis got his first look at that which had been walled off behind scaffolding and plastic sheeting for weeks. The area that once sported an ornately carved wood confession booth now had three new structures of a more simple design. The new booths were more spacious than the one he’d listened to confessions in. Each of them had a variety of symbols and indicators adorning them.
As they grew closer to the refurbished area, Mistress Vivian looked up. She was sitting at a small table not far from the new booths, reading a book. Vivian was garbed in more traditional latex nun attire, her rubbery veil and long, glossy latex robe covering most of her body in shiny black. She noticed them approaching and quickly folded the page of her book before closing it.
“Good morning, Vivian” Jessica offered with a wave of her crop.
“Good morning, Mistress Superior” she replied with a slight bow.
“I hate pulling you away from the farm, since you seemed to be enjoying yourself, but I want someone from the leadership council to oversee this project. At least for the first week or two.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’m sure I’ll enjoy myself just as much here.”
“I suspect you will. Once we’ve picked and trained some new chaperons, you can decide for yourself if you want to stay here or go back to playing in the mud.”
“It’s always nice to have options” Vivian responded with a grin. “Oh, I’ve been informed the construction crew will be back on Friday to start work on the next set of booths.”
“Good” Jessica acknowledged as she studied the Sisterhood’s newest investment. “Looks like they’ve done a fine job so far.”
Vivian acknowledged the latex-clad gimp waiting at the end of Jessica’s leash. “Hello, Francis!”
“Good morning, Mistress Vivian” he said, offering a deep bow. His arm-binder bobbed up behind his back as the former priest nearly stumbled.
“I take it he’s the first subject of this grand exhibit?”
“That’s right. I’m going to set him up right now.”
“I’d be happy to do that for you, if you like?”
Jessica waved her off. “Thanks, but I’ve got time to kill before my first meeting. Besides, I’ve been looking forward to this!”
“Alright. I’ll be here if you need anything.”
Jessica smiled and nodded before tugging on her gimp and leading him to the first of the new booths. She came to a stop at the entrance, yanking on Francis’ leash until he was by her side. She grabbed him by the chin and directed his gaze to the top of the booth.
“See those symbols?”
There were two wooden inscriptions above the entrance to the booth. One was a pair of lips forming an open mouth. The other was the universal “woman” figure with the triangular dress that you normally saw on bathroom doors, but with a “1” directly next to it.
“Oral only. One Sister at a time” Jessica explained. “And this…” she reached over to the side of the booth and took hold of a lever. Above the handle was a blue sign with the word ‘VACANT‘ written in white text. “…is how we mark them.”
She pushed the lever into the center position and another sign rotated into view. This one was green with white text that said ‘AVAILABLE.’ Jessica pushed the lever all the way to the right and the sign shifted again, this time to a red one reading ‘OCCUPIED.’
She turned to Francis with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I imagine once a line forms outside they won’t bother changing it. The booth, like your mouth, will remain occupied.”
Jessica reached for the handle and pulled the door open. She gave Francis a gentle shove and he stepped inside. The haughty Domina followed him and sealed the door behind them.
It was dark in the room, but for a single bright light shining down on an elaborate chair. It almost looked like a dentist’s chair, except it wasn’t as wide and the cushioning was lush black leather. It was positioned fairly low to the floor, but a control panel nearby indicated that it could be raised or lowered as needed. As they got closer, Francis couldn’t help but notice the sizable hole at the center of the seat.
Jessica set her crop aside and immediately moved to one of the storage troughs that lined the outer walls of the booth. They were built to hold sex toys, lube and anything else that might be useful for the proceedings. She selected a long, thick, hefty black dildo and a tube of Liquid Silk.
She moved to the chair, reached down and hit the release button that flipped the seat panel up. Jessica secured the long rubber cock into the fucking machine that was built into the base of the chair. She then moved to close it, reaching into the hole with her other hand and guided the tip of the cock through the opening until the seat snapped back into place. There was now a few inches of shiny rubber dong sticking straight up from the seat. She drizzled the toy in lubricant before tossing the tube aside and returning to collect her slave.
“Alright, slut” Jessica spoke as she unlocked his arm binder. “It’s time to get acquainted with your new home.”
“Home?” he asked incredulously.
“For the day at least” she responded. She tossed the leather restraints aside before unzipping him at the ass. “I should be back some time this afternoon. Early evening at the latest…”
Francis swallowed as she led him to the chair.
“Now, have a seat and make sure to get that slutty hole of yours right on top of the cock! You don’t want this thing jamming you in the tailbone.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He turned around and sat down carefully. The latex of his suit meshed with the plush leather noisily, the leather rippling as his weight lowered onto it. His well trained sphincter parted for the slick, rubbery dildo. He let out a low moan as he settled into the chair, the tip of the girthy dong widening his back door quickly.
Jessica slid behind the chair and pressed down on his shoulders. She chuckled as he groaned, reacting to a bit more of the rubber cock inching up his ass. She then took his arms one by one and wrapped them around the back of the chair. She locked his wrists into the chair’s built in restraints and wrapped thick leather bindings around his biceps that buckled his arms to the chair like belts.
She moved to the the front of the seat and did the same with his ankles. His legs were drawn together tightly as the leather bindings wound around his calves. She moved back to his torso and applied two more tight leather straps across his thighs and chest before her work was complete. Her latex gimp was completely immobilized in the stern looking bondage chair.
The mischievous nun stepped to the console and held down a button. The chair began raising slowly. Jessica looked over her shoulder, tracking the motion until she could tell Francis’ face was at ‘cock level’ for the average nun. She released the button and the lift hummed to a stop.
“In a few hours, you will no longer be thirsty. On that you have my word.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
She flipped the switch that began the fucking machine. The speed dial, which listed numbers from one to ten, was turned to five. Francis grunted as the thick dildo plowed deeply into his ass. It withdrew at the same pace, oscillating in a steady fucking rhythm. He pulled on his bindings reflexively, but his limbs didn’t budge a millimeter. The cock glided up his asshole and slurped back out with mechanical efficiency. Thick lube seeped into his fleshy depths with each penetration.