The Nun

Kurt Hofmann is tall, handsome, forty eight years old, and has never married. He has, however, been a womanizer all his life. He has had sex with over three hundred women. It's difficult for him to go out and about in Boston without seeing at least one of his former dalliances. He has also broken his share of hearts along the way, not out of meanness so much as foolish ignorance. He has just never paid any attention to the signs that a woman might be falling in love with him. The minute any difficult or possessive behavior starts, Kurt is always off to the next adventure.

Kurt has been equally successful in his career as an artist and has made a good deal of money. A person of soaring imagination, he has over the years developed an interest in being restrained sexually by beautiful women, and in receiving light sexual torment from them. These ladies inflict minor irritations, actually causing less wear and tear than prolonged intercourse, but more exciting to Kurt because of the situational intensity. These adventures, mainly with whores, have been few and far between.

Lately Kurt has been nurturing a desire for a permanent relationship with a woman who will keep him as her ongoing captive, a sort of sexual indenture. He has even inspired himself by writing up a hypothetical contract for this, but where to find the woman? To be exciting and real his subjugation can no longer be with whores. They only do it for the money.

One Saturday, in a bistro at the edge of the theater district, Kurt meets a beautiful thirty-six year old curvaceous blond woman named Sonja Kubrinski. Early in their conversation she says "I am Polish. I am Catholic. I think that masculine sinfulness should be punished with torture." She speaks in a hoarse world-weary voice that confounds Kurt, but also grabs his interest viscerally.

Kurt phrases delicately, "Do you think that if a man has been sinful all his life with many women that a beautiful, but strict and moral, woman could help him to atone for his past sins by using the lust he feels for her as a method of punishment over a long period of chaste indenture?"

She looks a bit sly as she considers a moment and then replies "You do realize, of course, that there are men who derive pleasure from such torment? Would it not be very difficult for the woman in your question to know whether she would be merely aiding the man in further sinfulness?

Practiced in matters of assignation, Kurt replies glibly "I see your point, but the man you speak of ultimately engages in sinful practice after a short bit of torment. In the case of indentured atonement the ability to consummate desire would be held in check permanenly, or at least for a very long period. This is a very different matter."

Sonja is far more worldly than she will admit to others, or even to herself. She knows that under enforced chastity a man will become more and more obedient the longer the chastity is maintained. This will work to her advantage.

She finally answers "Until recently I was a nun, but there were certain problems with lustful men in my parish. I had to leave my calling, but have always day-dreamed about punishing sinful men during the days of the Holy Inquisition. There are accounts of nuns who tortured men constantly. Oh, for those days!" She now smiles enigmatically in a way which enflames Kurt's imagination. He thinks naively to himself, "The wonderful games of disguised passion that men and women play with each other. Oh, how I love it so!"

Sonja stretches, thrusting out her large firm breasts and looks right into Kurt's eyes. "Could it be, Mr. Hofmann that you do not speak hypothetically, but are perhaps in need of such atonement yourself? You seem a very worldly man, and no doubt have disappointed many a hopeful young women over the years" she says with a fetching smile.

Kurt feels the stirring in his trousers and surrenders to it. Sonja notices and glows with a look of superior delight. Kurt replies "You understand me perfectly and I would happily surrender myself to a such a fine woman as yourself for any period that you might require. If you are in agreement I will draft a writ of honorable indenture for purposes of formal clarity and read it to you tomorrow at lunch."

That night Kurt makes appropriate adaptations to his practice contract. He is extremely excited and badly wants to relieve his passion one last time but, already the prisoner of the beautiful Sonja in his heart, he must remain chaste for her. "What am I getting myself into?" he asks himself with boyish glee.

The couple meets again. Sonja likes the contract. Although legally unenforceable, they both sign it as a formal moral promise between them. After a hearty lunch they go to Sonja's apartment. She keeps her clothes on. Kurt disrobes and she ties him down upon her bed. She positions her dressing mirror so that Kurt can view everything as would a third party. Sonja apparently considers this important.

Kurt quickly learns that Sonja likes to see spheres separate from shaft by the skillful use of a rawhide thong. This causes extra plumpness to the spheres, but is done just loosely enough so as not to stretch vasculature and impede future function. "I want your thingambobs nice and big, Mr. Hofmann. It shows respectful compliance" Sonja says with a teasing feminine smile.

Sonja now gags him with and pair of her sweaty silk stockings. Then she lights a stick of Indian floral incense which exudes a strangely female smell. Now come the three hundred tiny burns, starting underneath and moving upward, again and again. Kurt winces and trembles but can't move a muscle.

When the session is over Kurt is sore beyond expectation, but still firmly aroused. Sonja says "Please return at ten o'clock next Sunday morning. Next time I will not gag you. Be prepared to discuss your sinful encounters, each on an individual basis. I want your atonement to be highly specific. I suggest you make a sequential list of the ladies so that we can start at the beginning. In a sense it will be as though I am aided by each of them in your atonement.

During the next four days Kurt is in agony. This really is atonement after all, not just using religion theatrically to heighten sport. He resolves to break his contact with Sonja, but as the weekend approaches he feels better each day and his excitement returns. On Friday night he makes an approximate list of the women. During Saturday he thinks of a few more and on Saturday night expands and refines the list.

The next day, when he arrives at Sonja's apartment, she greets him at the door in a dressing gown. Once he is securely tied, she lights the incense and lets the dressing gown slip to the floor. Her voluptuous beauty is far greater than Kurt had imagined. It's almost as though Satan himself designed this woman to torment men.

He notices the sweet strong smell of perspiration that Sonja has cultivated to further enslave him. His passion has never expressed itself this firmly before. She looks down with delight and begins the cincturing process as before. When Kurt looks at Sonja's breasts his spherical plumpness throbs in increase as though in answer to some special law of biological gravitation. Now begins the questioning and torment. This session establishes the template.

Yes, the die has been cast. The weeks go by, then the months. One day Sonja says. "I recently spoke with three friends who were fellow novices at my former convent. They were all of the same mind as myself regarding debauchery and sin. They are all young attractive women and want to join me in your atonement. I told them I would speak to you."

Kurt feels a surge of terrible excitement. "Like Urban Grandier, but subdued..." he thinks to himself romantically. Then aloud to Sonja "Can I meet them at lunch first?"

"During the Holy Inquisition do you think you would have had the option of first meeting your tormentors at lunch?" Sonja asks with sour sarcasm.

"Of course, I have no choice! Yes!" Now his firm shaft answers even more eloquently with a series of affirmative throbs.

A week later, Kurt is once again tied down. Sonja calls the three young nuns in from the front parlor. One very English looking girl has a pointed nose and straight raven black hair cut short. Then a freckled Irish girl with long auburn hair. Then a very shapely French girl with light brown hair of medium length. All four women are naked.

The Irish girl says "You no good bastard, we're going to drive Satan out of you now!" She produces a truncheon and rings Hell's Bells for Kurt. Then the raven produces a case, and too late to stop what's happening, Kurt sees the thick long pins like the ones used during the Witch years in Medieval Europe.

"Oh God, please, no!" cries Kurt as the French girl begins to gag him. Sonja looks down with her usual contented bovine superiority and says "Yes. Mr. Hofmann, all these months I've merely been sporting with you. Only now begins your true atonement!"

"They probably killed him. Strange how he fooled himself, believing wishfully that Sonja was the feminine counterpart of what he wanted. Total self-delusion about a women sharing his goals finally put him into mortal danger. And he knew Sonja a long time too before she pulled the final thing on him with the other girls. It suddenly became clear, but too late... Worst of all, the god-damned ending made me horny anyway! Shit, I gotta do something quick."

That night Jeff is very attentive and loving with the girls at dinner and afterward. Sharron gooses him in the nuts really hard at one point and looks very cruel as he falls to his knees to give her the only thing she ever really enjoys from any man.