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- Joined
- Jun 11, 2024
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- The USA !
The halls were dimmed.
In fact,
the only source of light came from seven white-wax cancels standing erect within rose-gold chamberstick holders. The seven candles were held, by the eldest sisters of the gathering. Veils covered their faces, and the dark robes they wore concealed the majority of their bodies. Only their hands were uncovered, and they were folded one over the other, while carrying the candles towards an alter. The seven passed through lines of other Nuns. All on their knees and hands, faces towards the ground and tops of heads pointed towards the alter. The stone slab that acted as a an alter table was dressed in rose-gold silken drapery. As the seven made their way down the path, two of the seven candles were set onto the table and those nuns stayed at each side. Four of the others, took spots around the alter, all without blocking view to a large statue that stood the tallest in the room. It was cast in bronze, and resembled a nun of their order too. Her bronze hands held together, points of fingers skyward. The statue's face was calm, and her eyes closed. The only oddity to the statue, protruded around the pelvis.
It was fleshy...
It was a penis, and testicles.
Erect, and stressed. Veins pulsing along the tired shaft. The pink head was shiny, more so than usual, as the clear premature juices oozed out by fear. Balls plump and full, if not just a little blue already. When the final of the seven grew close, a small chant started to fill the halls. Every head that was laying against the floor, lifted and eyes focused onto the sister closest to the statue.
...
Inside the bronze cage-of sorts that made up the Statue, the new individual groaned and tried to wiggle more and more. Her wrists were restricted to the interior, while the silk cloth around her privates kept the metal from scratching and harming her body, but at the same time made it rather impossible to retract back in. Beyond being difficult to hear what was going on outside, it was impossible to see anything. Inside the statue, it was dark, and his breath warmed the interior and more.
Unable to move or escape and unaware of the golden beaded rode held up outside in the hall. The tip of the beaded rode aimed towards her defenseless erect phallus...
...
"Welcome, sisters." The veiled woman closest to the bronze statue spoke aloud, filling the room. As the eldest sister of the older, Elizabeth was permitted to remove the veil from her face when speaking in gathering such as now. Her face was naturally pale, and green eyes sat calmly on her face. On top of that, she was gifted with high and defined cheek bones. Within her left hand, was a golden rod- beaded down to the handle, which was wrapped in dark leather. "We gather here, as one of our own has failed to stay pure and on her studies. Thus, we must punish her accordingly. Do not be mistaken- this was not her first offense. We are fair- always have been." Sighing, she turned towards the statue!
Without warning, she took the rod and pressed the end towards the tip of the exposed strained cock from the statue. Her next gesture, her hand thrusting forward at, the beaded wand slowly started to force its way into the phallus; forcing it to expand a little, and swell around the beads. By the time Sister Elizabeth was finished, only the leather handle stuck out of the exposed cock. She turned, but her hand remained and suddenly opened wide and squeezing down harshly on the already blued balls.
"Sister ___________!" She spoke firmly, as her grip tightened more and more. "As our new member, the onus of watching over Sister Joan here falls onto your shoulders. Starting today, your studies and practices will be held within here, as you watch over here. Joan's punishment will last thirty days. On the hour of every hour, every day , for a period of time you find fit, you will attend Joan's testicles and cock. To remind her of her failures of giving into self pleasure. This is both a great honor, and a great responsibility- please keep such in mind."
Hey, hey!
The basic set up here is- a Order of Witches/mages of sorts, study and earn their strengths and powers through prolonged orgasm denial; Following the Teachings of a Goddess who created their world. . That said, big themes on religious orders, and such. As their denial grows, so do their strengths and abilities. This world harbors innate magical powers within people, though not everyone is gifted enough to use them. The Sisterhood finds and accepts candidates, at the age of twenty.
This Order is be on self-denial of sexual pleasures. Our Tale Starts here, with Sister Joan being punished for giving into her own. And Such, lives as the 'Statue of Punished Desire' for a month. Sister Joan will be a character I control, ideally my main. I also intend to write as other members of the Order here; Sister Elizabeth , is one I shall control as well. As for the newest member of the order? Ideally, that will be your character! Name, and look up to you! As the newest member within, she is still learning the ropes and such. Keep in mind, the newest member can always end up int he Statue too. So, I am looking for partners open to write as Switches, not only submissive.
Should also be noted, and not fully needed to be stated- but All characters are to be eighteen plus. There is No exception to this. Also, this idea is written with Futa and women characters in mind. Not really looking for Male characters to be included.
Eventually, our two characters will be sent out to help with different problems in the world. From ghost-sighting, to spirit possessions, different demons and such popping up and other fun! I'd like to build this world out with anyone interested!
Kinks I'd like Included:
In fact,
the only source of light came from seven white-wax cancels standing erect within rose-gold chamberstick holders. The seven candles were held, by the eldest sisters of the gathering. Veils covered their faces, and the dark robes they wore concealed the majority of their bodies. Only their hands were uncovered, and they were folded one over the other, while carrying the candles towards an alter. The seven passed through lines of other Nuns. All on their knees and hands, faces towards the ground and tops of heads pointed towards the alter. The stone slab that acted as a an alter table was dressed in rose-gold silken drapery. As the seven made their way down the path, two of the seven candles were set onto the table and those nuns stayed at each side. Four of the others, took spots around the alter, all without blocking view to a large statue that stood the tallest in the room. It was cast in bronze, and resembled a nun of their order too. Her bronze hands held together, points of fingers skyward. The statue's face was calm, and her eyes closed. The only oddity to the statue, protruded around the pelvis.
It was fleshy...
It was a penis, and testicles.
Erect, and stressed. Veins pulsing along the tired shaft. The pink head was shiny, more so than usual, as the clear premature juices oozed out by fear. Balls plump and full, if not just a little blue already. When the final of the seven grew close, a small chant started to fill the halls. Every head that was laying against the floor, lifted and eyes focused onto the sister closest to the statue.
...
Inside the bronze cage-of sorts that made up the Statue, the new individual groaned and tried to wiggle more and more. Her wrists were restricted to the interior, while the silk cloth around her privates kept the metal from scratching and harming her body, but at the same time made it rather impossible to retract back in. Beyond being difficult to hear what was going on outside, it was impossible to see anything. Inside the statue, it was dark, and his breath warmed the interior and more.
Unable to move or escape and unaware of the golden beaded rode held up outside in the hall. The tip of the beaded rode aimed towards her defenseless erect phallus...
...
"Welcome, sisters." The veiled woman closest to the bronze statue spoke aloud, filling the room. As the eldest sister of the older, Elizabeth was permitted to remove the veil from her face when speaking in gathering such as now. Her face was naturally pale, and green eyes sat calmly on her face. On top of that, she was gifted with high and defined cheek bones. Within her left hand, was a golden rod- beaded down to the handle, which was wrapped in dark leather. "We gather here, as one of our own has failed to stay pure and on her studies. Thus, we must punish her accordingly. Do not be mistaken- this was not her first offense. We are fair- always have been." Sighing, she turned towards the statue!
Without warning, she took the rod and pressed the end towards the tip of the exposed strained cock from the statue. Her next gesture, her hand thrusting forward at, the beaded wand slowly started to force its way into the phallus; forcing it to expand a little, and swell around the beads. By the time Sister Elizabeth was finished, only the leather handle stuck out of the exposed cock. She turned, but her hand remained and suddenly opened wide and squeezing down harshly on the already blued balls.
"Sister ___________!" She spoke firmly, as her grip tightened more and more. "As our new member, the onus of watching over Sister Joan here falls onto your shoulders. Starting today, your studies and practices will be held within here, as you watch over here. Joan's punishment will last thirty days. On the hour of every hour, every day , for a period of time you find fit, you will attend Joan's testicles and cock. To remind her of her failures of giving into self pleasure. This is both a great honor, and a great responsibility- please keep such in mind."
Hey, hey!
The basic set up here is- a Order of Witches/mages of sorts, study and earn their strengths and powers through prolonged orgasm denial; Following the Teachings of a Goddess who created their world. . That said, big themes on religious orders, and such. As their denial grows, so do their strengths and abilities. This world harbors innate magical powers within people, though not everyone is gifted enough to use them. The Sisterhood finds and accepts candidates, at the age of twenty.
This Order is be on self-denial of sexual pleasures. Our Tale Starts here, with Sister Joan being punished for giving into her own. And Such, lives as the 'Statue of Punished Desire' for a month. Sister Joan will be a character I control, ideally my main. I also intend to write as other members of the Order here; Sister Elizabeth , is one I shall control as well. As for the newest member of the order? Ideally, that will be your character! Name, and look up to you! As the newest member within, she is still learning the ropes and such. Keep in mind, the newest member can always end up int he Statue too. So, I am looking for partners open to write as Switches, not only submissive.
Should also be noted, and not fully needed to be stated- but All characters are to be eighteen plus. There is No exception to this. Also, this idea is written with Futa and women characters in mind. Not really looking for Male characters to be included.
Eventually, our two characters will be sent out to help with different problems in the world. From ghost-sighting, to spirit possessions, different demons and such popping up and other fun! I'd like to build this world out with anyone interested!
Kinks I'd like Included:
- Femdom/Futa-Dom. Sounding. Cock-slapping (like slapping the cock, and not a cock slapping something.) Ballbusting/CBT of all sorts*. Cock stomping.* Prolonged Denial. Orgasm Control/Denial. Realistic Cock Sizes. Switches. Edging/Teasing. Boob-jobs. Smothering. Encasement. Bondage/leashes.
- Religious Themes/Designs. Fantasy Setting. Monster Girls. Succubus. Possible Magic and spells being used in more perverted means.
- Cursed marks/tattoos. Maybe on the balls, to keep orgasms from happening! Body Possession.
- And open to more.
- Blood/Gore/Vore. Musk/Bad-Body Smells. Dirty Body Parts. Hyper-sizes of any sort. permanent damage.1st Person writing. Poop/Piss/Bathroom Kinks/Diapers. Cuckolding. Low-effort messages