(Written by Slave Marco. August 2015)
I knelt before my Russian Fetish Queen and Goddess Alya, my hands shackled behind me. I was completely naked and helpless—the way she liked me. She had spared my life, but there was a twist—Queen Alya had dressed like a nun, in a black rubber habit, black rubber headdress with white lining, and a large, white crusader cross on the front—right between her incredible breasts—her nipples erect and pushing against the black rubber. Her lips were full and red and wet--I felt so weak before her. And now she was tapping into my younger days and my supplication to nuns—powerful authority figures in my Catholic education.
She smiled at me and lifted her habit, revealing black seamed stockings, multiple garter straps, and steel-tipped 6-inch heels.
“Crawl to me, Little Boy Marco,” she hissed. I have spared you for more experimentation. There is no limit what I can do to you – and expose you to.” She paraded around me: “Have you ever seen a nun like me in your pathetic little life?” The floor was covered with plastic, but that didn’t stop me--I went to her on my knees and began to smell her excitement…her pussy was naked and fragrant and already moist from the power she was feeling. “Do you know what I did Little Boy Marco? I kidnapped a homeless man off the streets. He is being cleaned up by my slaves as we speak. But do you know what I have in store for him?” She laughed as she spoke: “He saw me dressed as a nun and thinks I am going to minister to him—help him through his homelessness. What he doesn’t know is that I am actually going to kill him.”
I was stunned by her words – they made me dizzy and I swayed on my knees. “Queen Alya, you can’t be serious? My God, he is homeless and helpless!”