Odette's Pain and Joy in the Cult

"I have been one of the spiritual leaders for five years now, and now they want me to be a slave again. Unbelievable!"

I'll tell you how I ended up here.

I've been a member of the Congregation of Divine Love for a long time, which outsiders call a religious sect. In the beginning, everything here was gentle, and we all loved one another. We held ceremonies with a wonderful atmosphere. Initiations during which the candidate prayed aloud while being whipped with a scourge, and at the end of the ceremony, with God's help, was reborn.

I was the only young, beautiful 23-year-old girl here. Every single man wanted to convince me that I absolutely had to choose a husband from within the cult. I didn't want to get married without love. Because a great romantic and emotional disappointment had led me to the cult.

I was an innocent 18-year-old girl when I fell in love with a 26-year-old circus magician. He was a magically beautiful guy in every sense of the word. Since he traveled a lot with the circus, we could be together quite rarely. This wasn't a problem, because in the meantime I was attending college. But because of the long absences, we both desired each other very much sexually by the time we could meet again. This may have been why our encounters at such times consisted of very kinky sex. He taught me all kinds of perversions that I might not even have accepted if I hadn't been so starved for him.

I suspected he wasn't completely faithful to me, but when I caught him with a circus ballerina, my heart broke. I broke up with him, but I couldn't find anyone who was similarly interesting and sexy. Eventually, I thought I could get spiritual help from religion. That's how I ended up in the cult.

The cult was led by 4 men at the time, but only the youngest of them was a true prophet. Peter's predictions always came true because God spoke to him in his dreams. He was a shy, 29-year-old guy, and he only spoke up rarely. At worship services, the other three leaders preached. And they increasingly openly demanded that I get married. Preferably to one of them.

It was around this time that one evening I drove Peter to his apartment in my car, and when we arrived, it turned out that a tire needed changing. When we were finished, he invited me inside to wash my hands. We sat facing each other, and somehow the warmth and fragrance radiating from him enchanted me. I told him that I could not marry anyone else, only him. He told me that he had attended Catholic schools for a long time and had also lived among monks for three years. From this, I suspected that he had no romantic experience whatsoever, that he had never been with a woman.

Although the sect forbade alcohol, I did not follow this rule completely, and I had vodka in my car. I went out to get it so I could use vodka to help him overcome his shyness. We kissed, undressed, and I would have seduced him, but as soon as I touched him down below, he came. We drank all the vodka and fell asleep.

In his dream, God told him that I was a very depraved, sinful woman. He woke up in a bad mood, and in the evening at the sect he gave a long, angry speech about how God had revealed to him how many serious sins were present in the sect. We were bringing God's wrath and judgment upon ourselves if we did not cleanse ourselves of sin.

The three other leaders took up this theme, and they realized that, since only they had the right to hear confessions and absolve sins, they would have great power over us. In the following days, the sect members confessed their sins to them one after another, and my turn came too. They could hardly wait for it.

Since I had fornicated with the magician for years, they judged me to be sinful. As I told them about my life, I was overcome with deep remorse, and I genuinely wanted to do anything to become happier with God's help.

They sentenced me to be one of the leaders' slaves for two years. This leader very much wanted to marry me. At first, he was kind and seductive. But when I kept saying no, he whipped me every day. Of course, he did not justify the beatings by my resistance, but by my sins. As the magician and I had also tried sadomasochistic whipping during our happy days, the crack of the whip brought back pleasant memories for me for a while. When the two years were up, I had to confess again, they examined my soul, and sentenced me to another two years.

This time, another leader took me. He was a real pervert; he enjoyed it when a woman was desperately craving sex. He never satisfied me. And so that I would not be able to masturbate at home, I had to move in with him. He mostly used me anally. I often begged him through tears to let me climax, but he explained that slaves were forbidden to experience orgasm.

This master of mine spoke badly of me before the leaders, and I was sentenced once again to two years as the third leader's slave. He wanted to be gentle with me, and all I had to do was suck him off in the evenings. He strongly disapproved of masturbation, so every evening he coated my clitoris with a special gold-colored paint that came off easily when touched. The next evening, he checked the paint, and if it was even slightly fainter, he whipped my back until it started bleeding.

Another two years passed, and it was practically natural that I would be Peter's slave for the next two years. He had still never been with a woman, nor had he masturbated, and his balls had swollen enormously. I had only seen this through his trousers, because there was no sex between us at all. I wanted to convince him that I had already been cleansed, that I was a spiritual person, not a physical one. In other words, that my place was among the spiritual leaders. Since the other leaders often outvoted him, he also had an interest in bringing members into the leadership who would always support him. So one time, in his dream, God told him that there had to be an equal number of women and men among the leaders. Thus, when my time was up and I was no longer a slave, I became one of the leaders.

Just then, a handsome young man arrived at the sect. I easily managed to make him my slave. At last, I could make love without limits. The young man's time was up, and after him Danny became my slave, whose penis was locked in a cage. I lasted a year with him without real sex, but then I looked for a more useful slave and handed Danny over to another woman. When Danny's period of slavery ended, the leadership decided that the cage would remain on him until he got married.

Then a new member arrived at the sect who worked professionally in tattooing and inserting piercings. His name was Charlie. He became very close to Peter, who liked the idea of the sect members having the same tattoos. That way, we would always recognize one another. The tattoo artist made a lot of money by the time he had tattooed the cross entwined with a rose, the sect's new symbol, onto everyone's right arm.

After that, Charlie's next idea was to pierce the tips of unmarried men's penises to prevent fornication, and place a ring there. The two ends of the ring were joined by a small rivet, which could only be removed with a file when the man got married. It was difficult to have sex with such a ring, and various things could also be attached to it with a small padlock, which further hindered masturbation and forbidden lovemaking. Only Danny did not have to wear this PA ring, because his penis was already locked anyway. The key to his cage was kept somewhere in the office by one of the strict leaders.

After all the unmarried men except Danny had undergone the torturous piercing procedure and received their rings, Charlie turned his attention to the women who were not married. To prevent fornication, it is useful to seal the girls' labia together with piercing rings similar to those used for the boys until marriage. The well-placed metal rings prevent penetration.

The girls were fitted with rings one after another, they wore them proudly, although no one except Charlie could see them. Everyone in management was married, so they didn't get a ring, only Peter and I weren't married. No one talked about him, but I was under increasing pressure to submit to the surgery, and to be pierced in four places, and tightly closed together with two rings.

It was no use arguing that I am already a spiritual person, and God no longer judges my bodily matters. They said that if I am spiritual anyway, then why should I care if they put a piercing on me. The day when it would be my turn was set.

So I haven't made love properly for weeks now, because another padlock was put on my slave's ring. And now they're going to lock me up too. I won't even have a chance at a real orgasm. I still wanted to experience one last great lovemaking session.

I couldn't do this with anyone but Danny. Danny was a sweet boy, and the only one who didn't have a ring on his penis. He was in love with me, and his balls were very full. I sneaked into the office where the key to his cage was kept. I pried open the drawer and found the key, which I knew well, since I'd had it once before. I invited Danny to my apartment, and we had a wonderful evening.

In the morning, they noticed that someone had forced open the drawer and taken the key. I immediately became the suspect. Danny is such a sincere, God-fearing boy that he confessed everything.

They pierced his penis right away, and the ring was fitted onto it. They locked the cage back onto him too.

After that, they judged me. I committed the sin of theft in order to fornicate. This was a serious accusation. I was stripped of my rank as a spiritual leader, which I had held for five years, and sentenced to five years of slavery. As a slave, I cannot get married.

The verdict had barely been pronounced when I was already escorted to Charlie's studio. My labia are quite large, and they stick out completely. So Charlie decided that closing them with just two rings wasn't enough. He made six holes in me and closed my labia with three rings.

I could see from Charlie that he really liked my pussy. I wasn't surprised that he had arranged with the leaders for me to become his slave. In the first few days, I only had to give him blowjobs. He wasn't wearing a ring, since he was considered married, although his wife had left him. According to the sect's belief, anal sex does not count as fornication. When he first had anal sex with me, I had an orgasm. But after that, he kept stretching me, so I don't enjoy it there anymore either.

Charlie indulged his artistic fantasies on me. I couldn't say no to him, because I'm his slave. He tattooed me everywhere. He covered the scars on my back with many tattoos. This made me more beautiful.

He wanted to give me many more piercings. When I protested against this, Charlie had me flogged completely naked in front of the entire sect, since I was a disobedient slave. Then, in full view of everyone there, he pierced my nipples for piercing rings. My enemies said of me that I deserved it, because I wasn't even good enough to be a slave.

Charlie didn't stop later either. He found space on my labia for more rings. He made three holes around my clitoris, and attached a triangular plate there with tiny rings. This plate covers my clitoris, and it has spikes on the inside so that I can't masturbate under any circumstances.

Charlie is proud of me now. He considers me his own creation. He even told me that the leaders won't set me free when the five years are up. He will ask for me to be his slave forever. He's been a member of the leadership for a long time, so they'll surely grant his wish. I don't think I will ever have an orgasm again. Although I'm already wet just from being near any handsome man.

I am full of gratitude to Charlie. When he wanted to pierce my nose for a ring and a padlock, I said through tears that if he didn't do it, I would be his very good slave forever. It made me happy that he granted this one request of mine. My body still rebels sometimes, but my soul knows that for a good slave, there can be only one pleasure: to give pleasure to her Master. Therefore, I will never again think about the pleasure of my own body.