EXTRACT FOR
First Church of BDSM
(Traci Wilde)

Mandy hung there, alone, arms stretched overhead, wrists bound by rope. Though her feet could touch the floor, they could barely do so, with most of the weight on the balls of her feet. She stood up on her toes, relieving the pressure on her arms as much as she could, for as long as she could until her calves grew weary. Gradually she took the weight off of her feet, only to feel the pressure building in her arms, shoulders.



She had been like this for a good long while, repeating the cycle several times. With no clock, though, Mandy couldn't be sure if she had been tied and alone for twenty minutes, thirty, or a full hour. It hadn't been that long ago when she was lying, nude, in the pulpit of her church, staring at the rainbow of late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows alone with Pastor Joe, the minister, hovering over her, touching, kissing, caressing, ramming down into her as hard and fast as he could.

Even now, in her present predicament, the memory sent a shudder through her body as she recalled the gentle touch of his hands, the urgency in his kisses, the almost savage, out-of-control manner in which he pushed his way into her, invaded her body, stretching and filling her, ramming deep over and over.



She moaned at the recollection, even found the memory of him rolling her over and spanking her arousing. She clenched her legs together ??" Mandy had never been bound before, and found the feel of the ropes, the helplessness of her situation, the inability to do anything other than hang absolutely helplessly, mixing with the memories of Pastor Joe taking her, an arousing sensation.



Mandy wanted to cum. Hard. Now.



She moaned again, clenching and unclenching her legs, lifting her feet to increase the pressure on her arms.



Without warning the door opened. She held her breath as Pastor Joe walked in. He touched her, hand on her hip, sending a ripple of excitement through her.



"Well?" he asked.



Mandy wasn't sure what to say.



"You haven't been contemplating your immediate future, have you?" he said as he strolled toward the table. He picked up a small whip. "You haven't been thinking about what I might do to you, as I instructed, now have you?" He snapped the whip against the table top.



A shudder rocked her body. Suddenly fear began to take root down deep inside. When he strung her up, right before leaving her alone, he told her to look at the tools and objects on display here, to think of what he might use them for, as the first step toward her discipline training. Instead, she had spent the time remembering their love making, trying to make herself reach another climax.



"I...I'm sorry, I..." She stuttered, not able to complete her sentence, unable to finish even a thought.



He stepped to her, whip still in his hand. He placed the end of the whip's handle against her chin, gently ran it down her body, between her breasts, across her stomach, to her pussy. "You, my dear, are in greater need of self-discipline than I imagined. I'm not certain I can teach you much over a weekend. I may need to keep you here much, much longer."



With that he grabbed her shirt and ripped. The cloth jerked at first, and he had to take both hands and yank it, tearing the shirt in half, then ripping it from her shoulders as the cloth fell from her body. Mandy shivered as the cool air enveloped her. Pastor Joe unsnapped her jeans, pulled them down...