So you want to be an altar boy? I greet you in my private chamber, Mother Superior. To your shock, I’m topless and dressed in latex, fishnets and heels under my veil. You’re instantly hard and terrified, as I slap a wooden spoon across my palm. You’ve heard rumours of the initiation rites required to be an altar boy, in fact, that’s one of the main reasons you wanted to volunteer, but now you wonder if you made the wrong choice. Something about Sister Sophia has you weak, her powerful seductive energy, her domineering nature. She tells you to strip down and sit down. You obey, implicitly, although you can’t keep your eyes from oogling her body, you sense this is some kind of test. Your young boner provokes her rage, and indeed she says this is a test. You have been masturbating every night, and she knows. This is a sin. Altar boys must be pure, so you must atone, and do better. She gives you a pair of her black nylons to rip in half, tying your ankles and knees together. She makes you bind your cock to her whims, controlling the demon desire within. Your rock hard member is aching, even more so when it is bound, bulging and dark red with lust. She makes you beat your cock and balls with a wooden spoon, crushing, yet inflaming your desire further. She says you must repeat this every night when you wish to masturbate, until you no longer wish it, until your will is given over to her, and to God. You’ll stay bound, like the Lord to the cross, and suffer for Mother Superior, and all of her ministrations