Worldly Secrets

[Mr****]

Chapter 6 – The *** Chamber
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Sorry readers!
If some words are missing, starred out (like ***) or look weird, it’s because FET’s auto-filter blocks/censors certain terms even in fantasy fiction. I’ve already softened the language as much as possible to keep the story intact, but the app still catches some things. Thanks for understanding, and enjoy the read!
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All characters, events, situations, and actions are completely invented. Nothing here is real or based on real people, events, or places. Written solely for entertainment and fantasy. All characters 18+. Consensual fiction only. Contains heavy BDSM themes (bondage, impact play, domination/submission, restraint, discipline fantasy).
Worldly Secret in the Convent
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(Note: The following is taken directly from Salome’s diary.)
Three months had passed.
I was slowly getting used to the routines in the convent.
But Madre Superiora Clarita’s strictness made everything much harder.
I managed to avoid most punishments thanks to a close friend among the nuns, but I felt guilty—she was always covering for me.
I treated her like a true friend.
She was playful and often teased Madre Superiora’s rules—which was exactly why I kept getting away with things.
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The discipline in this convent was intense, especially under Madre Superiora’s command.
Even the smaller punishments were harsh: kneeling on hard surfaces for hours, cleaning the entire convent alone, or being deprived of meals for extended periods.
But I stayed because most of the other nuns were kind, and I was lucky—my corrections were still considered “light.”
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Other nuns faced much harsher treatment.
Some were restrained and struck hard until their skin showed marks.
Anyone who broke rules under Madre Superiora was corrected severely.
The worst fate was being confined to the lower chamber for intense discipline sessions.
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One day, Madre Superiora ordered me to clean behind the convent as punishment for being late to her class.
Around mid-morning, I heard noise approaching.
A nun was pleading with Madre Superiora not to confine her.
She swore she knew nothing about the accusation—she was accused of taking one of Madre Superiora’s private items (a toy) that had been given to her.
Madre Superiora was furious and ignored the pleas.
She sentenced the nun to the lower chamber immediately.
No one could intervene—even the older nuns remained silent.
Madre Superiora held absolute authority.
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I felt pity for the nun.
No one knew what happened to those sent to the lower chamber.
Why was everyone so afraid of it?
What was down there?
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When Madre Superiora took the nun inside, she came back out while I was still cleaning.
She ordered me to fetch drinks from the kitchen.
I obeyed immediately—terrified that refusal might send me there next.
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When I returned, Madre Superiora was gone.
I assumed she had gone back inside.
I decided to follow—walking down the stairs to the lower chamber.
My heart pounded louder with every step.
As I got closer, cries, moans, and sharp gasps grew louder—shaking my entire body.
When I reached the bottom, a huge door stood before me.
I swallowed hard.
In my mind: is this really a good idea?
I gathered my courage and was about to knock—when the door suddenly opened.
I froze in shock.
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When the door swung wide, my eyes widened at what I saw.
Madre Superiora stood there in nothing but black bra and panties, holding a long whip.
She looked imposing—but when she saw me, she motioned me inside and had me stand beside her.
She poured water from a pitcher into a glass and drank.
Then she walked toward the cell on my left.
I stood frozen like a statue—still holding the tray with the pitcher and glass.
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My eyes scanned the room.
To my right were two women in black bra and panties like Madre Superiora’s—but they wore black masks covering everything except their eyes, nose, and mouth.
They held small black whips with phallic-shaped handles.
They dragged chains attached to the necks of two naked women like they were leading pets.
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They pulled the naked women toward a large bed and ***d them face-down on opposite ends.
They secured the chains to the bedposts—tight enough to restrain, but allowing some movement.
Then they began striking the naked women’s asses with the small whips.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The leather kissed skin—leaving instant red lines.
The naked women cried out—bodies jerking against the restraints.
Clank! Clank!
While striking, one masked woman reached underneath and fingered their pussies.
Squish… schlick… schlick…
Moans mixed with sharp gasps.
The masked women paused the strikes—but kept fingering—deep and firm.
Plunge… plunge…
Wetness glistened—sounds filling the air.
The masked women smiled—clearly enjoying it.
They knelt slightly and began licking the naked women’s pussies—tongues circling swollen clits.
Slurp… slurp… mmm…
Both sides moaned—*** melting into pleasure.
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A short while later, one masked woman stood—unhooked the chain from the bedpost, stepped one foot on the bed, and guided the naked woman to kneel and lick her pussy.
Slurp… lick…
The masked woman laughed—grinding her hips against the naked woman’s face.
Grind… grind…
The other pair shifted too—now reversed.
The two naked women lay back-to-back.
The masked women slowly pushed the phallic whip handles into their dripping pussies.
Squish… squelch…
They thrust in and out—deep, steady—while licking each other’s clits.
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
The naked women trembled—bodies shaking—clearly on the edge.
The masked women sped up—plok plok plok—until both naked women shattered.
Splash! Splash!
They cried out—bodies convulsing—juices gushing.
Aaaahhh!
The masked women savored every drop—licking it clean.
Slurp… mmm…
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My gaze moved to the bath area.
A naked woman was being washed and teased by two masked women.
Her hands were chained above her head—body fully exposed.
The masked women roamed their hands freely over her skin.
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They soaped her first—one working her back down to her ass, the other soaping her front.
The one in front lathered her breasts—kissing her deeply.
Slurp… kiss…
The one behind soaped her ass and pussy—fingers sliding along her slit.
Rub… rub…
The naked woman closed her eyes—moaning long and low.
Oooohhh…
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One masked woman slid two fingers inside—thrusting steadily.
Squish… schlick… schlick…
The other sucked and squeezed her breasts.
Pinch… twist…
Soon the naked woman gushed—liquid spilling hard.
Splash! Splash!
Her body trembled—legs quivering.
The two masked women shared her release—licking it from each other.
Slurp… kiss… mmm…
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I felt wetness trailing down my thigh—but I couldn’t move.
*** and arousal twisted inside me.
I felt like I might lose control from what I was witnessing.
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A short while later, Madre Superiora called the four masked women to the cell where the accused nun was held.
The cell was hidden behind a red curtain—I couldn’t see inside.
Suddenly a loud cry rang out—sharp, full of distress.
The nun sobbed—protesting her innocence.
But Madre Superiora and her seven companions continued inside.
My knees buckled—arms trembling from holding the tray.
Tears welled up.
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“Don’t worry… nothing bad will happen to you here.”
One naked woman approached—steadying the tray for me.
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“Are you sure?”
I asked—still shaking.
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“Yes… as long as you don’t anger Madre Superiora.”
Another naked woman said—holding my shoulder to calm me.
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“The one they’re disciplining now is the last they’ll bring here.
Honestly, it shouldn’t continue… but because of her harshness, her control is nearly over.”
A third woman added.
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“Thank you…”
I whispered—grateful.
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“Hey—we’re around the same age, no need to be so formal!”
One laughed.
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“I’m Olga, this is Agnes, and behind you is Eva.
Hope we can be friends…”
Olga said—smiling.
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I nodded—wanting to help them, but they said they could never leave the basement.
They were bound to serve the seven strict nuns: Luz, Glauteria, Gretta, Lotta, Etha, Ivy, and Frida.
The seven masked women inside with Madre Superiora.
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Our talk stopped when another cry rang out—louder and more desperate than before.
Madre Superiora and the seven laughed loudly.
My legs gave way.
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Madre Superiora came out first.
She didn’t even look at me.
Terrified, I ran after her.
Outside, I broke down—sobbing uncontrollably at what I had seen…
Then everything went black.
I don’t remember what happened next.
To be continued…

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