Leanne the Latex Nun

Leanne the Latex Nun

This is a story featuring my slave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I have not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to read them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when I have completed writing the stories):

Playing with Leanne I

Playing with Leanne II: Tweezers

Playing with Leanne III: Red Hot Needles

Leanne Gives Up Her Safe Word

The Crucifixion of Leanne

Leanne Sacrifices Her Clit

Leanne Moves In

Some of the tales do not really feature in a chronological order, because some of the events overlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are detailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the correct chronology.

Leanne the Latex Nun

Reading to Leanne / Leanne Reading

So here’s one of those stories:

Leanne the Latex Nun

There were times that Leanne came to see me when I didn’t indulge in torturing her, usually because she had come to see me before she had fully recovered from the previous session. I swear that there were times when I thought that Leanne would have been happy to spend her life in continuous torment. It was like a martyr syndrome.

On those occasions when I decided to let her wounds recover we played less intensely. We would engage in non-sadistic activities. Instead I would humiliate Leanne, telling her that she was a slut; having extended golden shower activities in the bath; giving her an enema before raping her arse, and so on.

One of the best sessions – which we indulged in more than once – was having Leanne dress up as a nun. Leanne is – or was – very religious, being a Christian. I think that was one of the reasons why she had some of her fantasies, such as being crucified, or pierced with arrows like St Sebastian, or being burned on a wheel like St Catherine. Religion, pain, sex and submission were all mixed up in her mind.

I am the opposite. It is not by chance that I chose the name Crowley as my nom de plume for my stories on the Fet Library. It is a nod to Aleister Crowley, 666, the Great Beast. Not that I am a Satanist, for I don’t believe in any religion. But if I did believe in such things then a Satanist I would be. It is one of the reasons that I have written such short stories as Sleeping with the Devil or Seduction of the Innocent. I have found girls who flirt with Satanism to be among the sexiest in the past. Christians are the opposite. Leanne is the exception which proves the rule.

Anyway, after Leanne had been coming to see me for some time I decided that it was time to play around with her religious attitudes. This was after that intense session where I crucified her. I hoped that had got her religion out of her system, for it was now time to embrace the devil, so to speak. As she had chosen to give up her safe word I was going to give her no choice in the matter. I was going to debase her, and break her just a little further by having her debase the things which she had used to believe in. It was just one part in moulding her into becoming not just a painslut, but the ultimate submissive slut, who would do anything without question, no matter how disgusting a normal person might find it. But we were not normal people.

I took her measurements. Initially I was going to buy her a normal nun’s outfit (and I did get that costume later), but I saw a latex nun’s uniform which I could not resist. There is something about a latex nun – bother perverse and pseudo-religious at the same time. It is a costume which has seen a lot of service so far, due to my nun fetish.

The first time that I had Leanne dress up in it we did not play inside my house. It was one of the few occasions when we played elsewhere. Not far from me there is an old, overgrown graveyard where nobody goes. You can tell that nobody goes there by the fact that the grass tend to be three feet high. Nobody cuts it. Ideally I would have taken Leanne to a nunnery to play, but that wasn’t possible in the real world. I felt that an old graveyard would be enough to humiliate her religious sensibilities.

We drove out late at night, Leanne in the latex, trying not to be seen. Not that anybody cared. Not that we actually passed anybody. The only thing we saw on the way to the graveyard was an urban fox running along the street.

I parked at the entrance to the graveyard. I had to go down a short drive to the place. My car wouldn’t be seen from the road.

“Get out, slut of Satan.” I said, trying to get into character. Leanne gave me an odd glance, but did exit the car.

I got a bolt cutter out of the boot of my car. Leanne raised her eyebrows.

“Don’t worry, it’s not for you.” I muttered. I thought that I heard her say shame under her breath. What, did she want me to snip bits off? I wasn’t going to do that. But it was interesting to know where her head was at.

I walked over to the gate leading into the graveyard. I’d already checked it out the other night. There was a chain and padlock on the gate to keep people out during the hours of darkness. I cut through the padlock, and removed the chain. We went in.

I led Leanne over to some graves set back from the walls nearest to the road. Nobody would see us.

“Kneel and suck my cock, whore.” I said. I tried to sound as harsh as I could. But it was just play acting.

“Yes, master.” Leanne said. She knelt on the cool grass and took the end of the cock in her mouth. Oh, but her skills had massively improved since I had first met her. It was not long before I had to pull out, otherwise I would have cum a lot earlier than I had intended.

“Lie on your front, you latex slut.” I said. Leanne was soon lying down on the grass. I moved aside her latex habit, raising the skirt to reveal her naked backside. I spat on her anus, and slowly entered her anus with my erect cock. Despite the lack of real lubrication, I entered with minimal difficulty. I spent some pleasant time slowly raping this latex nun’s arsehole, trying to verbally humiliate her as I did so. The slippery latex felt great as I lay on Leanne.

Eventually I wanted to cum. I pulled out of her arsehole.

“Kneel before me for your gift.” I commanded. Leanne quickly changed position, kneeling on her haunches, gazing up at me with her big doe eyes. God, she was a turn on. I spunked all over her face and her latex costume.

“Open your mouth.” I said. Leanne opened her mouth. She knew what was coming next. I put my glans just inside her mouth, and pissed, cutting off the stream several times so that she could swallow all of the hot piss. Normally my pissing in her mouth would suggest that the session was over. But there was one more thing which I wanted to do.

Leanne, as part of her nun outfit, was wearing a crucifix on a chain. I grabbed it and pulled it off her, breaking the weak chain as I did so. I threw it on the grass in front of Leanne.

“Piss on it.” I commanded her. Leanne looked up at me. She did not say no, but neither did she piss on the crucifix.

“I am your master. There are no limits, and you must obey me. Piss on the cross.” I said.

Leanne eventually raised her latex habit, as she squatted over the crucifix. It took her some time, but, eventually, she pissed on the crucifix. It was only then that we returned to my house. I think that of everything which we had done so far, that one act had been the hardest for Leanne.

If I had hoped to break her religion, though, it was a failure. Later Leanne told me that, in her mind, it was not her willingly pissing on the cross, but the devil, who had momentarily possessed her. But she had not done it willingly, and she said that she still had her faith, and that it was stronger than ever.

Despite the humiliation not breaking Leanne’s dependence on her religion, we have played many times with her as a depraved nun. I think that, each time, she tells herself that she is possessed, and that allows her to do sacrilegious acts without her giving up her faith. They are mental circumlocutions which I cannot begin to understand. What I do, know, is that Leanne looks very sexy in the latex nun outfit, fucking herself with a large wooden crucifix, and begging the Devil to rape her.

The End