A new religion
story by pantyhosebondageslave
I'm not particularly religious, but it is nice to go to midnight mass at Christmas,
with the candles and carols. It's a reminder of the true innocence of the season
and what it's really all about. However that was then and my view is somewhat
different now. Last year I found a small country church that was some miles from
where we live, but it was very quaint and I dropped in one afternoon for a Christmas
candlelight service. I'd been driving past and noticed the sign, having nothing
else on that day it did seem like a fun idea. There was a service for half an
hour or so and some carols, there weren't many people there, just some locals
and maybe half a dozen nuns.
As I was leaving one of the nuns approached
me and asked for a favour. "I know this is a real imposition, and normally it
is us who help others, but there's a whole bunch of stuff we need to take back
to the nunnery and we're a little short on transport. Could you help?" How could
I refuse, "happy to" I said. "That's really great, thank you, we'll try and see
if you can get your reward before you get to heaven! she joked. She led me through
to the back of the church, where it turned out there were a good number of cardboard
boxes. "just old clothes and decorations" another nun told me "Well I'll put these
in my car, and if one of you could show me the way..." "I'd love to" said another,
younger looking nun There was something a little strange about her and I noticed
that she seemed to be wearing very shiny tights underneath her habit. The kind
that seemed more appropriate for going clubbing. I thought nothing more of it
and she joined me in the car.
Boxes loaded, we headed off down some country
lanes and with her directions in around half an hour had arrived at the gates
to the nunnery. She spoke into an intercom and slowly the large gates moved open.
I drove down a long driveway lined with trees up to a large country house that
had obviously now been converted into the nunnary. "If you could just help me
with these through to the store" she said "no problem" I duly carried the boxes
through to a ground floor store room and then gladly accepted the coffee that
she had prepared for me. It was dark now and I was thinking it was high time I
headed off home, so I made my excuses and went to my car.
To my dismay,
my heavenly reward was not waiting for me, the car turned over but the engine
didn't fire. Uttering some rather unsaintly words I headed back to the main doors
and knocked. The same nun that had served the coffee answered. "How can I help?"
"I'm afraid my car won't start, do you have a phone I can use?" "no I'm sorry
but we don't have anything like that here. I'm sure one of my sisters can run
you down to the local garage, but that won't be until the morning now. We can
put you up for the night," she added. "thanks, it looks like I'm out of options
tonight" She led me through the darkened halls to the living block, and showed
me to a smallish room. "make yourself comfortable" she said "It's late, but I'll
check on you in a few minutes in case there's anything you need." "thanks" I went
into the room and having no other clothes or toiletries, stripped off and prepared
to get into bed.
There were a number of cardboard boxes in the room and
my curiousity got the better of me. They seemed similar to the ones I had brought
in the car. I carefully opened the first box to find the strangest of sights.
This was a three foot square box that appeared to be filled to the brim with ladies
tights. Further inspection showed that the other boxes also had the same contents.
This was rather strange for a nunnery, but maybe it was jumble or something. Just
then the nun returned "everything OK?" Fine I said as she looked at the boxes
and gave me a rather strange look. "Good night then" "Night" I climbed into bed,
the puzzle still on my mind and tried to get to sleep.
It didn't take long.
Something woke me, there was someone in the room moving about. No, some people
in the room. I tried to move my arm to turn on the bedside light and found that
I couldn't. Somehow my wrists were tied to the bed. Panic welled in me, this was
a really strange situation and clearly not right. What had they done to me? A
voice in the darkness, " Don't be afraid, we just need you to be with us for a
while. Our order has, well, special need for you." Something soft was stuffed
in my mouth and then I guess what must be a pair of tights was pulled over my
head. I couldn't speak. Hands removed the duvet and then my underwear. I stuggled
to get free but then a warm hand grabbed me by the manhood and a voice said, "Just
relax, and you'll be treated Ok. Understand?" It was so compelling I just nodded
and stopped my struggles. More hands moved over me and then I felt something soft
and clingy being drawn over my legs, a pair of tights. Despite my situation I
realized that these felt quite arousing. Soft and gently caressing my skin. Once
they were on more hands untied my wrists as other nuns sat on my middle, keeping
me still. Then more tights were drawn down over my head and arms, joining with
the ones on my legs. I was now completely encased in nylon. "You're going to be
joining our order." I couldn't speak with the gag in.
"We worship something
special here, we worship nylon." The words rang cold on me. This had all been
a trick to lure me here. God knows what purpose they had for me now. "First your
initiation." Then suddenly pair upon pair of tights pulled over me, layer upon
layer of nylon trapping me in. Sliding over my skin, I couldn't see through it,
I couldn't speak. Now more hands caressing me all over, concentrating on my groin,
even through the layers I couldn't resist the touch. Very quickly really I was
made to cum. But they didn't stop and despite my muffled protests I was soon hard
again and another shuddering orgasm went through me.
Now the lights were
put on and I had some of my layers removed. I could see now that the nun's habits
had been replaced with new ones - a single complete layer of nylon over their
entire bodies. "We just wanted you to see and understand before we go on." Now
pressed down on the bed again, and more hands, I screamed in pleasure again. Tiredness
starting to set in now, but then another orgasm. They didn't stop. Another orgasm.
No fluid now, just the dryness and the exhaustion, the hands and the tickle of
the tights over my legs and body. They must be taking turns, some just lying next
to me, wrapping their legs around mine. Others face to my groin, sucking, licking,
hands again. So it went on, all night and then into the morning of the next day.
I lost count. I passed out. I came round and then was made to cum again. Finally
they stopped. I was a wreck. The layers of nylon were removed and a fresh layer
of white tights put over me. Then I was tied down to the bed with more tights
and left to sleep.
Later in the day, probably evening now, another nun
came in and allowed me to go to the toilet before giving me some food. Then she
made me lie back down and tied me to the bed once more. I could barely eat, let
alone resist her. "Hope you're settling in," she said. "Don't worry, your initiation
normally only lasts a week or two and then you'll be ready to take your place
in the order." And so here I am after one week of this torture, this pleasure.
Early in the evening they join me, sometimes only a few sometimes the room full
with so many nuns - all ages, but all with one thing on their minds. I understand
now the boxes and boxes of tights, the pleasure of the nylon layers. The fear
and then the exstacy of their touch. Their relentlessness, they just don't stop
all through the night. I can't believe that I can survive this. After the first
few days, at one point they stripped me naked, laughing. Without thinking I went
to the boxes and started to put layers of the tights back on again. The laughing
went on, and then they pulled extra large tights over both my legs and torso,
locking me into a nylon tube. They left me to wriggle for a good hour before starting
again with the masturbation.
I'm theirs now, I don't want to leave, only
to worship. My reward in good time you might say, but then I'll never know as
I'll never be allowed to leave now.
Story posted by pantyhosebondageslave
on Tuesday, June 26, 2007 @ 15:50:12 PDT
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