Confessions- Forevermischevious/Moon

[FoxWriter]

It had been a long and tiring day. The world was screaming for the death of a servant girl who had attacked the prince, who was loved and cherished by everyone. How could anyone have realized that the servant, or rather the slave, was innocent? And that it was the prince who aught to pay for his crimes? No one could ever have imagined the shock when the woman was declared guilty and was led off the chair to head straight for the executioners table, only to be stopped by one of the most powerful figures in the world. The Mother Confessor. Confessor's where a powerful, rare person who had powers beyond what anyone could ever think of. They could easily force someone to tell only the truth, and inflict someone with a 'condition' that left them helpless to the Confessors will. To the point that they where little more than slaves, eager to do anything their mistress commanded.

The mother confessor was the most powerful of all the confessors, and was in charge of the women that she found capable of the powers they held inside of them. She taught, trained, and cared for the young women who had the Gift of the Confessor. The Mother Confessor there, herself could only mean that something was wrong with either the servant girl, or the princes story, because if the Mother confessor herself was there, instead of just a normal Confessor, than that meant that the Mother Confessor had a suspicion that the Prince himself was in trouble with something. The Mother Confessor moved over to the servant girl, no one knew her name, no one cared., but clearly the Mother Confessor did before she gently cupped the girls face in her soft hand. It was easy to tell who the mother Confessor was because of her emerald hair and tattoos on her face. Her eyes a clear crystal blue as they looked into the servant's girls eyes as if trying to look into the girls very soul. “Bring me the Prince!” the Mother Confessor demanded, and everyone rushed to do as they where told. “You, girl, will sit here.” the Mother confessor demanded, helping the servant girl to stand and sit on a bench where she could rest in relative peace. No one would hurt her with the Mother Confessor standing right there. The prince was led forward and the Mother Confessor looked at him with her blazing eyes and reached forward touching his forehead with the tip of her perfectly tended nail.

He confessed to everything. A single touch and he was spilling the entire story to the world. How he had been abusing the serving girl, how he had been hurting her. Fortunately, only the Mother Confessor could hear him, not that the Prince knew that. Everyone could tell he was blabbering on and on about something that was utterly infuriating the Mother Confessor, but they didn't know what. Such was the magic of a confession. And then, all of a sudden the prince stopped talking and he looked utterly terrified as he looked up at the woman who had made him talk and he trembled before her as she spoke. This time, everyone could hear her. “For Your Crimes, you will be whipped.” she stated, her eyes and voice furious. “and forever more, you will no longer be a prince. You will not inherit these lands, you will never be anything more than a commoner.” she stated, accepting the whip from the executioner. “Bare your back.” she demanded and the prince uttered a terrified sob and took off his shirt. She laid strips across his back, leaving thick red welts that would scar him for life, and he was banished to the farmlands, where one overly kind family offered to take him in and show him how to work a living in the dirt.

The Mother Confessor turned to the Servant girl, her eyes soft and warm again. “You, Child. Have the Gift.” she spoke softly. “Tell me your name.” she ordered gently, sitting next tot h girl who everyone was looking at with shame in their eyes. They had almost sent an innocent girl to her death. “You may call me Lady Arianna.” The Mother Confessor promised to the servant girl, well aware that it could be considered an insult to the people around them if the Servant girl wasn't respectful to the Lady Mother. “Would you like to come with me? To be an apprentice of mine? To learn the arts, the skills, and the power to be a Confessor, so that none can suffer as you did?”

 

[ForeverMischievous]

A servant. That's what she'd been called, since the age of 14. Now a woman of 21, she no longer classified what she'd become, as a 'servant'. The King's servants where treated well. With an amount of respect, a human being could minimally deserve. Obviously, they where still servants. Fetching food and drinks for their Masters and Mistress'. But never was a hand laid upon them. Never was a whip swiped across their skin. Never where they verbally abused. But Vinia. She was treated like dirt, when no one else where looking. Used as a rest for the Princes' feet. Whipped as if a horse. Called a whore, for even looking at another man wrongly.

But all that, had been nothing compared to the Princes' final act. Finally, he'd build up the guts, to attempt to rape her. As always, she'd been resistant. Tried to fight the prince back. But he was, even though weak for a man, stronger then her. But that's when. Something strange had happened. Suddenly his own had, had laid upon his own neck, and choked. The Prince had nearly been killed by his own hand, had it not been for the scared girls help. She was afraid, that he'd only punish her more severely, after this weird accident. But in helping him, he had immediately attacked her again, about to finish what he'd started, but before even getting his own pants off, his right hand had made a horrible twist, breaking his wrist in an instant. Screaming in pain, his right leg had suddenly done the same. Snapping by the knee, his leg had been broken. It was as if his own body, suddenly worked against him, trying to hurt him.

It hadn't been her fault. But she'd been announced guilty, because no one would believe her, and everyone believed their beloved prince. And there she'd been. On her way to an execution. Fear not that imminent in her face, as it'd been when she'd feared starvation. Or, like when the Mother Confessor herself, stood before her. She didn't fear the person. She feared what would happen next. She would find the truth, no doubt, and the Prince would probably be punished, and her released. But after that? Would the people trust the revered Mother, or would they still blame her for his punishment, and come after her?

As her head was cupped in the Mother Confessors hands, Vinia's odd eyes, one a clear crystal blue the other having clear hints of green among the blue, gazed upon the Mother in awe, yet with some held back words, which was clear in her expression. Vinia's odd eyes, had often gotten the attention of others. And had she abused it, she could've seduced many a man, or woman, with the gaze of her blue and turquoise eyes. Her dark brown hair lay sweatied down her face, a few dark lines crawling from her eyes, where tears had pushed away mascara before. But there where no tears no. The Mother Confessor where just. And someone, today, would meet their justice.

Vinia had done what she'd been asked, her hands still cuffed by her wrists, in front of herself. She wore a brown dress, custom to those in custody in this kingdom. Her bare feet tripped restlessly against the floor, as she watched the spectacle. And as it was finished, her eyes followed the alluring blue ones of the Confessor, moving a bit to the side, as she sat down next to her. She made a 'safe' distance, as if she was still nervous about the Confessor, gulping lightly, as she tried to take in her words. She didn't think too long about the first words, due to the question that followed. She hesitated with a shaky lower lip, before uttering with a light, clear voice.
"Vinia." There was nothing more then that. No last name. She never knew it. And had made Vinia up herself.

Then, as she was asked about the apprenticeship of a Confessor, her expression turned to a surprised, yet confused deminure. Her lips tried to utter her questions, but not much came out at first. With a few seconds of thinking, she gulped again, finally letting words flow.
"R.. Revered. Mother.. Lady Arianna. I. Don't quite see. How. I become eligible for this type of position. Or. Where I should've.. Proclaimed these powers.." She started, before quickly adding something. "B.. But.. But I wouldn't. Dare. To question your.. Your judgement. Lady Arianna. But. As you.. Ask it. As if a question. And not a demand. Do I. Have a choice? Will I.. Not be chained. Again? I.. Don't want to live.. Live my life.. For someone else. Anymore." She muttered. It was clear, that she was nervous with her words. And with good reason. Questioning someone like the Mother Confessor, was highly looked down upon. She even though she heard some silent gasping in the background. But she would've rather hit the executioners block, then end in another chain. Or, at least that is what she felt at this time.

 

[FoxWriter]

the Mother confessor only smiled at Vinia as the girl looked at her, her head tilted a little. "Vinia, such a sweet name. a name you have made yourself, yes?" Arianna asked, her head tilted. "it is a good, strong name." she assured the abused servant girl. "you know why you are eligible. you have seen your own powers at work, for none may harm a Confessor, even one who is dormant. the Prince suffered for his folly, and now he suffers again for his lies." Arianna stated sternly, shooting a furious glare at the prince, who was being stripped of his well to do clothes kicking and screaming like a child having a temper tantrum. "so spoiled." she growled shaking her head. "he will soon know the hard life, and maybe in a few years, he will truly have learned his lesson... i doubt it." she admitted before smiling at the girls guts. "so very brave." she purred, looking highly pleased that the girl had dared to question her. "so very worthy." she admitted simply. "you have a choice, of course my darling." she promised the girl. "all Confessor's have a choice, and many Dormant Confessors are happy with the way their lives are, and stay within their lives."

she looked at Vinia. "you are not Happy here, and never have been. this is not a home for you. if you choose to stay as you are, i will take you to a new place, a new town where you can be safe, happy, and free of the memories that haunt this place." she promised the girl. "never will you feel a chain around your neck again." the gaurd was actually waiting to un-handcuff the servant girl, but he was too terrified of the Mother confessor to get any closer. "you will live your life for yourself, precious one, and only for yourself." the Mother Confessor promised, holding her hand out to the Guard who cringed and quickly handed her the key to the shackles. the mother confessor undid the cuffs herself, and carefully picked up each hand, laying a kiss on the bruised wrists, healing the pains there with a single kiss. "there. much better." she looked around and pointed to a stall that was selling dresses. the matron who ran the stall was more than happy to bring over a fine dress that would suit Vinia's coloring nicely. "Come Vinia, let us get you out of those." she ordered softly, handing the matron a few gold coins, much more than the dress was really worth, but the Mother confessor scowled when the woman tried to protest and she backed down.

a house was offered and Vinia was let inside a bathroom to clean herself, take a hot shower, or a bath and comb her hair and get dressed in better clothes. a pair of shoes where waiting for her once she was done, though the Mother confessor was nowhere in sight. a glance out the window showed that she was speaking to the King, making sure that the Prince hadn't gotten his nasty habits from him. the King was clearly upset about what his son had done, but that show was much less exciting than the very impressive plate of hot food laid out before her on the kitchen table that was very clearly meant for her to eat as there was no one else in the house. the Prince had been forced into Commoner clothes and was being taken away, tied up in a wagon tot he farm that had offered to take him in. he would work, or he would go hungry, and that was that. before the day was out, the entire kingdom would know that the prince had tried to place false blame on a woman and was now being punished for it for the rest of his life. finally the Mother Confessor seamed to be done with the king and she came back into the house, shaking her head.

"fool of a man." she grumbled before smiling at Vinia. "eat your meal now." she ordered softly. "the King has promised you a place as his Wife's handmaiden if you desire to stay here." Handmaidens where so pampered it was almost like they where princesses themselves. all they had to do was entertain the queen when she got bored. and as the Queen was swollen with pregnancy, she was bored a lot. "there is a home in Heathrow that can use a new Matron." a matron was basically the boss of all the servants. they told who to clean what and received a hefty amount of pay for their troubles. "there's a Queen in Cambridge that needs a new nanny for her baby girl." the Lady Mother admitted. "or you can come and join the confessors." she admitted. "at the moment those are the only places i would feel safe leaving you, but if you like i can wait and see if anyone else is looking for a strong woman like you." she assured Vinia.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

Vinia's odd eyes, gazed up upon the Mother Confessor, nodding silently as she was asked about her name. The orphans in this kingdom, was not left to fend for themselves, but somewhat cared for at a young age, before finally left to fend for themselves at an age of ten, where they where offered a few positions, but not really ensured anything. But the orphanage didn't grant the children names. They where all nameless, until they made names up for themselves. Vinia didn't even remember how she made up her name, anymore. Most got their names from overhearing conversations between salesmen and farmers. Others got names, chosen through their deeds. To her, Vinia had just seemed natural.
Her cheeks flushed lightly, besides a gentle smile, as her name was complimented. And she continued to listen, with curious expression. Apperantly, what had happened, had not been a complete accident. It had been, partly, her fault. Guilt didn't rise up inside her. But rather pride. Proud that she'd, for once, stood up for herself. Even though it had been subconsciously, and that she had consciously tried to help the tormentor in his torment. A small, almost devious grin, spread across her lips at the mention of the Prince's punishment. Her eyes gazed towards the prince outside, and her eyes where narrowed lightly. But she didn't think about him. But about the excitement of the humiliation. The excitement of being taken. But not by him. She despiced him. But she wanted to get that feeling again. But with someone she cared for. She was a grown woman now. With the same needs, as any other woman her age, who hadn't yet laid with a man. Or a woman, for that matter.
The few seconds she let those thoughts roam her mind, the Confessors hand had been on one of hers, lending the Confessor this Confession, without even truly knowing it.
Now, at the mention of her choice, her eyes grew a bit larger in attention, looking back and listening closely to the Confessors words. So she would be given a choice, and not simply get chained to a different lifestyle instead? Anything would, in reality, be better then the place she was now. So in truth, she didn't really have much options.

But as that thought played through her mind, the Confessor continued, and explained on. Vinia's eyes grew almost glistering, as she was offered the chance of a better life, somewhere else. No one had ever really cared this much for her. She'd been a servant girl, and treated fairly, before the Prince had taken her to him. But this, was caring on a different note. She raised her wrists a bit, showing the lock of it to the Confessor, as to make it easier for her to open it. And with her wrists free, she let her hands fold in her lap again, once again ready to listen to the Confessor. But as her hands where picked up, and healed, her eyes widened in awe again, as her fingers gently clung onto the Confessors hands, as if they where unwilling to let go, now that they'd been picked up. Then, as a dress was brought to them, her mouth opened, about to protest as well, but seeing the saleswoman being scowled for protesting, Vinia decided not to. A dress? She would get to wear a real dress? It had been too tight and too short skirts for her, until now. But now she'd get to wear, a real dress.

As she was offered a bathroom, she eagerly stepped inside, threw the dirty rags to the floor, and started cleaning herself. It was no wonder, that the Prince had been unable to resist her. She was a beautiful woman, indeed. A slender, yet curvy body, with long tasty legs almost always so elegantly guiding her steps and stance. But the Prince's work, had brought its pain with it. She had a few scars upon her back, and some smaller ones scattered over the rest of her body, most eye catching would probably be the two upon her breasts. Those seemingly very painful.
As she finished her bath, and left wearing her new dress, she entered the other room, gazing happily towards the dinner table. She moved towards it, and made herself a small plate of different food stuffs to go with, and then sat over near the window, gazing out upon the Confessor, as her fingers elegantly led food to her lips. She wasn't feasting upon the meal, but eating rather elegantly. She hadn't exactly been starving, so had no need to. Abused, but not starved.
Her eyes observed the Mother Confessor with awe. There was something about the Confessor, that called upon the young woman. So wise and powerful. She was hoping to become so herself, one day. And what better way to do so, than accepting the Mother Confessors offer? That, would also get her close to the Mother Confessor. And she did feel safe, and warm, in her presence.

As The Mother Confessor reentered the room, Vinia turned around where she say, her legs curled together to her side upon the bench. She smiled lightly at the mention of the King, and shook her head a few times.
"He.. He's really a decent man. He's just.. Well. A little slow, on the observation. And.. The Prince was.. Was really well manipulative." She gulped a bit, sinking another piece of bread and meat, tilting her head as Arianna started explaining a few places she'd found. But with the second thing explained, Vinia shook her head a few times, and let her voice speak, to cut off the Confessor. Again, probably not something the Mother was used to.
"I.. I've.. Made up my mind already.. Mother Conf.. I mean. Lady Arianna. I.. Want to come with you.. I want to become, what you are. A.. A Confessor. I want to become a voice of justice, and.. Follow you." She explained, smiling lightly as she took another nip from her bread, gulping it down together with a nervous feeling, as her eyes dropped a bit in respect. She realized that she'd cut off the Confessor, and wasn't exactly proud about that. In reality, a bit excited how the Confessor would act upon this. Excited to test boundaries. The little girl, eager to tease, showing in her thoughts, but not her expression, as she took another bite of her bread.

 

[FoxWriter]

The Mother Confessor smiled at the images that rolled through the girls mind, such a kinky little thing. how sweet a new reqruite she would be. granted almost all Dormant Confessors where high in the libido area. a Confessor did most of their work through lust and seduction after all, but every Confessor had her own desired and Venia appeared to be the perfect submissive. and oh how beautiful she was! "he's an idiot." Arianna stated simply with a wave of his hand. "and the Queen was in denial, she noticed something was off but figured it to be hormones and stress. they both do feel very badly about what happened to you though, so i decided not to punish them if they promised to make sure their next child isn't so... disgusting." Arianna admitted with a smile as she was cut off, lifting an eyebrow at the young girl. not many where brave enough to stop her mid-sentence. it was most refreshing and the Confessor intended on giving the girl a bit more confidence, just so that the punishments would be more fun. "you will make a great addition to my girls." she admitted with a smile. "but you cannot make a decision until you truly understand what being a Confessor means. you see, we are sexually based creatures." she explained. "we draw power from arousal and lust. the more we have six, the more power we gain, and the easier it is to command and control the people we are to protect and punish." she explained. "due to the nature of the crimes against you, i want you to be certain that this is what you want."

she studied the other intently. "joining me, would mean submitting to me in almost all ways. you would of course be able, and be allowed to say no if you truly don't like something. and you can leave anytime you wish." she assured the other. "the fact of the matter is, the Confessors are all one very large Harem." she admitted with a small smile. "and i am at the very top as the most powerful and most dominant." she admitted, setting a hand on the others knee and rubbing it gently, offering her comfort. "i won't lie to you. you are incredibly attractive and i would love to have you join us, but not many can handle a sex based lifestyle." she admitted softly, studying the girl. "we can of course, take our time in getting back to Theosin City to explore the possibilities about whether or not you truly want to join us." she admitted, blinking at her, her hand sliding slowly higher until it was resting on her inner thigh and her pinky was gently brushing against the panties that had been given to her as if by accident, but considering that she had pushed the dress up to do it, it was clearly no accident. "would you like to give it a try my darling? it will most certainly be the most pleasure filled experience of your life.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

As the Confessor spoke ill of the king again, Venia tilted her head a bit to the side, gazing downwards. In a way, she was right. But Venia couldn't make herself blame the king, for not seeing deviousness in his own blood. It's much harder to see, when it's close to your heart. She pulled another piece of bread from the food between two fingers, and lead it to her lips. She put it between them, and when closing her lips again, she let a few of her fingers remain between her lips, as she gazed back upon the Mother Confessor and nodded a few times, with a light smile. She agreed that the king and queen wasn't to be punished, never really having had any grudges against them. Only their child.
Finally she let her fingers drop from her lips, as she listened to the Mother Confessor continue. She had noticed the raised eyebrow, only causing Venia to give a tiny, sweet, innocent smile. As if saying that she was sorry, without really being sorry. She knew what she'd done 'wrong', but wasn't afraid to admit that, nor live with the consequences. There was already a lot of confidence in Venia. She was no pushover. The only reason why she was still being careful, and seemed nervous, was because of the Mother Confessors reputation. Someone amounting to such strength, was still to be respected. And not teased and played with too much. At least not in her current position.
Now, as the explanation continued, her eyes widened lightly, her fingers now stuck right in front of her mouth, as she started realizing things. If they drew their power from such things, maybe that was why, she had almost decided to get a job at a brothel. Pleasing others, and occasionally herself, to get paid. And why she had actually gotten a bit excited, when assaulted by the Prince. And if it'd been anyone -but- him, she might've actually accepted the advance. Let herself be conquered. She was even feeling exited now, just talking about it. She gulped slightly, before letting her hand drop to the bread again, and continue to listen.

And the more the Mother Confessor spoke of it, the more excited she got. Gulping, starting to fluster lightly, her cheeks turning a bit redder. It was all quite a lot to take in, but many things started to make sense now. Why she was so easily aroused. Why she was so hard to satisfy, when she'd tried to do it herself. Why she was starting to feel extremely attracted to the Mother Confessor. She peeled another piece of bread, and lead it to her lips, but paused the process of putting it in her mouth, as she felt the Mother Confessors hand upon her knee. She gulped lightly, and felt her legs tingle lightly. She even felt them spread a bit, from the clasped position they'd been in before. As if she had foreseen what the Mother Confessor would soon do, and wanted it. And as she was complimented for her looks, she flushed a bit, and finally took in the piece of bread she'd been sitting with, silently nipping on it, as she listened on. Even more images was amassing in her mind. The things she felt she'd like. How she'd have liked some of the humiliating things that had happened to her so far, had it been done by someone else then the prince. How she'd love to be embraced by all the other girls at the Confessors temple. She gulped lightly, as she snapped back to reality, right with the Mother Confessors suggestion, now flustering heavily, as she gazed up to the Confessor. As she felt the Mother Confessors hand stroke up her inner thigh, and almost inaudible moan surpassed her lips, as her legs spread just a tiny bit more. But then as she felt the pinky against her panties, her eyes widened, and her lips shut tight as well as her legs momentarily clasping tightly again. It only took her a second, for her to realize she had to breathe again, and did so with a soft sight, and immediate words.
"Yes.. Yes, I.. I want to come with you.. Mother.. Mother Confessor." She admitted, nodding a few times, before looking back up to the Mother Confessor. But for some reason, she couldn't make herself open her legs again. Just remained clasped around the Mother Confessors hand. But there was no signs in her mind, that said she didn't want it. Oh she wanted it. But a part of her, also wanted it to be taken. Not just instantly spread out and given away. And now, a small, confident and almost with careful hints of a teasing flare, smile lay upon the edges of her lips, as she sunk the last piece of bread.

 

[FoxWriter]

Arianna smirked a little as she watched the reactions that Venia was displaying. it was easy to see that the woman was a tease, the way she was eating that bread, the way she moved, the Mother Confessor had to wonder if the girl was even aware of what she was doing. probobly not, not yet at least. those red cheeks, that blush, it would be the death of Arianna, she was sure of it. the woman was just so cute, and so shy, yet the Mother confessor could see the other sides too. the side that wanted to tease, and be teased, the side that wanted to submit, the side that wanted to be taken without mercy or remorse, the side that delighted in taking, and giving pleasure. she would draw that side out, bolster the already growing confidence, and then take what she desired from the woman, as well as give what was most desired in return. a Mother Confessor was all about fairness after all, she would not take something, without giving something back equally. she smirked again as the legs closed around her hand, trapping her hand against the panties, and she wiggled her fingers against the soft silk and cotton. "then 'Cum' with me you shall." the way she said it turned it to an innuendo, and she smirked as she leaned forward, pinning the other girl to the couch, her hand shifting so that it cupped, instead of teased.

Arianna leaned forward, and for a moment it looked as if she was going to kiss Venia, but instead that warm mouth, and those soft lips descended upon Venia's soft, smooth neck, licking, kissing, and nibbling. her hand rubbed in-between the woman's legs, stroking the hidden treasure. the panties where in the way, but they wouldn't be soon enough. without warning, her fingers slid into the edge of the panties, and a single finger, the longest one, slipped into the wet warmth of Venia's cunt, pressing here, rubbing there, moving in and out slowly, and no matter how tight those legs got, there was no escaping it now. that finger moved in and out slowly as the Mother Confessor's free hand found a breast and rubbed through the material of the dress. offering the girl pleasure and passion as she sucked hard on the girls neck before she suddenly pulled away, satisfied that she had gotten Venia horny and wanting. now she would push the girl, to see if she could really accept being submissive... not to mention the other little.. surprise.

"stand up... strip." Arianna demanded, setting her hand on her own crotch and rubbing herself with sharp eager sounds. she waited, watching until Venia did as ordered and the dress pooled on the ground. "you may leave your panties on... for now." she growled, her eyes taking in the delectable curves of the other woman's body before she did something surprising. she lifted her own dress, lowered her panties and took something into her hand, and stroked it... it was a cock. a thick, hot, hard cock that was far bigger than the princes was. the Mother Confessor smirked as she watched the woman react to this. "come, child... come and taste your Mother Confessor... i want to feel that tongue of yours on my dick. i want you to revel in the way i taste. i want you to love the feeling of my cock in your mouth, in your throat, in your cunt. i want you to love every inch of my cock." she ordered with a pant as she continued to stroke herself. "i wonder, if i can fit all of this into you? shall we find out my dear? shall we find out how full i can fill you?"

 

[ForeverMischievous]

Venia gulped lightly, as she felt the Mother Confessors fingers wiggle and tease continuesly against her panties, a rush of adrenalin shooting through her body, causing her back to shiver lightly, and her lips to hum a silent moan. She bit her lower lip tightly as the Mother Confessor made her little word play, and a silent and light giggle passed through closed lips. Then as the Mother Confessor leaned forward, Venia's body did the same backwards, her body almost symbiotically following the Mother Confessors. Her hands dropped down on each side of her, her chest heaving with each audible, intense breath. Her hand threw the bread aside, clearly having no more interest in it. Then, as the Mother Confessors hand shifted, her legs gave way just a little bit, to make the shift be easier, before starting to lift herself up against the hand, though still with her legs pushed together. She panted softly, as she started doing light motions against the Mother Confessors hand, her lips parting just lightly to make those pants and huffs more audible.

Venia breathed in deeply, as she saw the Mother's lips move closer, her own parting as if they where preparing to be kissed. But as the lips missed, instead starting to tease the skin of her neck, Venia gave a sigh of excitement, her chest still heaving up and down with each heavy breath she took. As the hand starting rubbing against her, a soft whimper of a moan passed her lips, as she arched her back against the couch, heaving her abdomen upwards against the pleasing touch. Her legs where still gently pushed together, as if she wanted to remain innocent and shy in all of this. But she far from was, anymore. Neither of those.
As she felt the finger slid past her panties, and then slowly tingle down inside her, rubbing, pressing and pleasing in so many ways, a much heavier pant passed her lips as she gasped and whimpered. Her legs started rubbing together lightly, continuing to set up a pretend, that she didn't want this. But Venia was far too heated, wet and sweating now, to make any believable attempts to seem reluctant. She was horny, and badly so. She gulped and shivered as her body continued to moved and shiver with the Confessors teases. And with the extra hand added, now caressing her breast as well, she could feel her body gasping with delight, as she expelled a cry of delight.

But then, as she felt the hands stop, and Arianna's body move, she whimpered and opened her eyes, gazing up at Arianna as she rose from the couch. Venia panted heavily, her eyes giving clear signs of frustration. A frustration that could clearly explode into action, if she didn't control it. The first hints, that she might not purely be a submissive woman. That there was something dominant and demanding inside her yet. The Mother Confessor might even think, that the only reason Venia did nothing, was the still lingering threat of a superior, stronger being. Which would also almost be true. But there was also something else, holding Venia from taking action, in an instant trying to become dominant. A lingering thought, that the Mother Confessor had something to show her.
Then, as Venia was demanded to rise and strip, her eyes opened a bit wider, from the lightly narrowed they'd been before. She nibbled at her lower lip, before giving a teasing grin. She very slowly rose from the couch, taking a few slow steps closer to Arianna, as her hands stroked up her thighs and then hips, pulling just a little bit at te dress, to make it show a bit more of her legs, then it already did when she stood up. Then stopping a few steps from Arianna, she elegantly turned around on her toes, her hands reaching behind her back, finding the threads holding her dress in place. She opened them, forcing the thread out of it's holes, making it hell to put back on the dress later, but making the situation more erotic, as she let the dress upon, now hanging in her arms that was folded before her chest, the shoulders of the dress curving down each of her arms. She then turned around, letting the Mother Confessor see the curves of her breasts, the dress almost falling down now, only really being held by her hands neatly placed bellow and cupping her breasts. But finally she let go, letting the dress fall the rest of the way down her curves, her hands now held out to each side, as she nibbled her lower lip with a light grin. It was clear, that she'd done that before. But this time. This time was different. This time, it didn't make her cry. This time, it'd made her proud. And this time, it would lead to something she wanted. Not just to whippings. She had a few whiplashes. One down the side of her right breast, that would fade in time, one upon her waist and one down her back. None of them where nearly as violent as they'd been before. Now they where merely light red reminders of a worse day.
And then, as the Mother Confessor began removing her own clothes, Venia's cheeks blushed lightly, but never did her eyes stray from the beauty of the Mother. Instead, they fixed upon her crotch, instantly seeing something different, already when the dress was removed. Then as it was revealed properly, her jaw dropped lightly, and she found herself enthralled to stare upon it. She closed her mouth again, cheeks flushing even brighter, as she gazed back upon the Mother's eyes. She hugged her arms a bit around herself, but without hiding anything. Rather pushing her breasts a bit together, lifting them lightly to make them more delicious to behold.

As she was asked to come close, and taste, Venia's eyes widened a bit, and now jumped back and forth between the cock and Arianna's eyes. There was still a part of her, that told her she shouldn't be so fast to trust Arianna. That this might be all too soon. But that side was lulled silent by the side of her, that knew she was a Confessor. And that this, would make her stronger. More energized. Happier. So instead of stopping, she took the last few steps, sitting down upon her knees, nibbling a bit on her lower lip again, observing the cock for a few seconds, before letting her tongue past her lips and gently lick against the tip of it. Her eyes flickered lightly in their sockets, as her back shivered, and she looked back up to Arianna's eyes. She'd listened well to all that Arianna'd said, and was now excited, but didn't make that clear in her eyes. Instead pretending herself innocent.
"It.. It tastes.. Good. Dear Mother." She admitted, smiling a bit, as she let her lips cup the very tip of Arianna's member, continuing to tease, by being careful. As if she wanted to take it a lot slower then this. But already her mind was picturing the cock ramming down her throat, taking her breath away, choking her for moments, before giving her seconds of breath. The mere thoughts, forced her right hand to slit down her own panties and fingers tingle over her slit before pushing inside of her. Her tongue started twirling in circles around the tip, as she tasted a bit more of it, allowing it a bit deeper inside her warm mouth.