“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It
has been 4 weeks since my last confession.”
“Sinning is natural for a woman for all
women are sinners. Tell me woman, how you had sinned?”
“In the past 4 weeks, this woman had felt
jealousy towards her sister-slave.”
“Your sister-slave?”
“Yes Father. This woman’s lord and master has
3 slaves which I am but one. This woman is the oldest, the eldest and the most
senior of my lord’s slaves.”
“So you are the head slave. What are you
jealous of woman?”
“This woman’s lord took in a wife less than
a year ago and she is 15 years younger and much prettier than this
woman. This woman’s lord pay her more attention and…well, recently she had been
blessed by our lord with child.”
“I see. Again woman, what are you jealous
of? Is not been blessed with child a joyous thing for your husband?”
“It is Father. This woman knows that and
while this woman knows it is unbecoming, this woman is still jealous of the
attention the youngest has been receiving.”
“I see. You say you are the oldest, the
eldest and the most senior of my lord’s slaves?”
“Yes Father.”
“You do not act that way.”
“I… this woman knows Father.”
“The Church of Shadow teach that women must
constantly do and think pure thoughts. Do you know why woman?”
“It is because women are sinful creatures and
women must constantly do and think pure thoughts or the society we built, the
planet we built would be weaken by women’s fear, sin, and weakness.”
“Woman, you know the teachings but you do
not follow them.”
“…This woman do not understand Father.”
“That is understandable. Understanding is
the first step to your salvation and know that as a woman, you are but a fool. A fool who is nothing but a slave to your lord and master. A lord may do what he wants
with his slave. You are a slave but you forget yourself, thinking your lord
need to give you attention when he has a younger and pettier meat at his
command. You are a woman so it can’t be helped that in your weakness, you
forget your role as slave and thinks that you deserved more than what your
master gives you. You have committed the sins of envy, wrath and greed.”
“This woman request enlightenment Father on
her sins.”
“What are women?”
“Father, women are sin.”
“What are you?”
“I am a woman Father. I am sin.”
“Like I said earlier, you forgot yourself
woman. You thought that your lord should give you attention when you deserved
none. Your lord is the only one who can decide the attention you deserve, not
you. However you thought yourself above your lord.”
“Never! This woman never thought so Father.
I am woman. I am weakness. I am sin. I am wickedness. This woman knows all that
and would never think of herself as above my lord.”
“Then why are you jealous of your
sister-slave? If you do not think yourself superior to your lord, that
you deserve more than what he is giving you, then why are you jealous? You are
so greedy for your lord’s attention that you were envious of your youngest
sister. You are so angry you are unable to even feel joy that your lord would
soon have a child. Greed, envy, and wrath. Woman, you are weak, wicked and sinful!”
“…This woman was weak. Thank you Father.
You are right; this woman has no right to be jealous.”
“That is correct! A woman should get her
pleasure in knowing she is doing her duty as a woman. In her obedience and
suffering, she would receive salvation from her lord and master but you…you
instead longed for things you aren’t entitled to. Are these not
sins?”
“Yes Father, this woman had sinned.”
“Know this woman, you are like all women. Women are
sinners. Every thought that entered your mind is a sin, which is why you should
and must leave all you’re thinking to your lord. You must be a mindless slave to your lord and you would be much happier in
the end once you accepted that.”
“This
woman understand Father. Thank you Father for your guidance.”
“Do not thank me yet woman. The sinfulness
of woman are well-known, and it is no surprise that you are afflicted with the
weakness of your gender but you had still dishonoured your lord with your senseless
thinking and for that, you deserved punishment.”
“There is no forgiveness, only
punishment. Thank you Father for correcting me. Please give this woman her deserved
punishment for her sins.”
“It is not for me to punish you woman for your
sins were not against me. For your punishment, you will go to your lord
tonight, confessed everything and begged for harsh punishments. How often does
your lord allow you pleasure?”
“The…yes Father, this woman knows and obey.
My lord allow his slaves pleasure at least once a week. More if we do well at
home.”
“I see. You will tell him there would be no
pleasure for you for at least 2 weeks. Your lord may extend this period as he
sees fit. Also your lord must add at least one additional punishment for
you…tell him it must be something humiliating.”
“Yes Father.”
“Do you anything else to confess woman?”
“No Father. This woman thank you for your
guidance.”
“Then this confession is over. Leave my
presence woman.”
“Yes Father.”
I waited till I heard the sound of the woman
leaving the confession box before I glanced at my watch. It had been vibrating
since the start of the confession but as a rule, I do not take calls during
confession, even when the confessor was a simple woman. I hit the "accept" button
and the hologram projection sprang up. A man in priestly garb was projected,
showing that the message was from the church.
“Father Perry, please be informed that you
are required to attend a meeting at City Hall tomorrow afternoon at 3pm.
Thank you.”
A male voice spoke the message and the
meeting was at City Hall. This meant the meeting was official business. Someone
in City Hall wanted to meet me and for the life of me, I had no idea why.
The next day
Holling City was honestly little more than
a big town and like most small cities, the city government tried to make up for
it in other ways. One of the ways was by trying to build the most impressive city hall
on Planet Silhouette.
A beautiful dome building, City Hall was by
far the most impressive building in Holling City and most residents were
rightly proud of it. In most planets of the Federation, such a grand government
building may trigger protests but on Silhouette, most City Halls also served as
the local church headquarters and as such, anyone who was unhappy about the
matter knew better than to speak out publicly about it. That includes me.
When our ancestors crashed landed on the
planet centuries ago, a group of survivors were from a Christian religious
group and led by their tough and steadfast leader, Precious Alamgir, these
survivors made a new home on the planet. Not only that, with their religious
discipline, they strived on their harsh new planet and eventually managed to remake
contact with the Federation just 95 years after the crash.
Now a full member of the Federation, the
Church of Shadow was no longer as powerful as they once were but they were
still part of the planetary government. Social services like welfare, social
security and public education were run by the church and the church also held a
lot of moral influence on Silhouette. Everyone knew that without the church,
anyone who survived the crash centuries ago would have died long ago.
So if the local church wanted to build a grand building for itself, most people accepted it. Personally I thought the Holling City Hall
was way too much but as I entered the building and saw the bright yellow lights
coming from the chandeliers, I can’t help but admit it was a beautiful building. Still, I had no intention of staying in such decadence a moment more than I had to.
I approached the reception desk and the male receptionist gave my identity. After a quick check, the
man hit a button on his counter and asked me to wait for a minute. After a few seconds, a woman came. Like all women of Silhouette, this woman was
properly dressed in accordance to our planet’s sumptuary laws. On Planet
Silhouette, this meant the woman was dressed as a typical Christian nun.
A
loose black tunic hid the woman’s body from view while her head was covered by
a white coif with a black veil over the top of her head. Her face was hidden by
a black veil that covered everything below her eyes with her second face veil hanging over her head. Women only pulled down the second veil when they went
out under the rains, and her hands were covered by a pair of black gloves. Even though she was dressed like every other woman on
the planet, a woman’s dress could still tell you a lot if you knew where to
look.
My practiced eye saw that the woman had a
small cross hanging from a black cord around her neck. This told me
the woman was under the church’s protection. There was no ring on her finger
which meant she was unmarried and the sleeves of her tunic were folded up,
showing to the public her gloved hands and arms. This meant she was at work.
A woman working in City Hall under the
protection of the Church of Shadow, it would not surprise me at all if this woman was a young female and was an orphan in the care of the state. She was probably assigned here as a work detail while the church selected a husband for her.
The church ran
orphanages throughout Silhouette and when the young girls came of age, the
church would take the place of the girl’s father and select a husband for her. On Planet Silhouette, marriage was decided
by men. Fathers would select their daughter’s husbands based on the men’s
family background. Young men who came from poor families or who some other
shortcomings like poor education levels had little to no chance of getting a wife
themselves. The church with their many orphanages solved this problem. Young men from poor background could apply to their local church for a wife and the church would select one for them from their orphanages.
However
due to the fact that the men selected were usually men who were poor, this
meant that their new wives had to work. Thus young girls in the church
orphanages were trained to serve their men not only at home and also to work
for their husbands. Of course, any work for females on Silhouette were usually of the menial low paying kind and since females cannot own cash or credit of any sort, their pay were directed straight into their husband's back account. Since this young woman was currently under the care of the church, this meant her pay was directed into the accounts of the Church of Shadow.
A small way for her to repay the church for taking care of her all these years.
The receptionist told me to follow the girl
as she would guide me to the meeting room. Honestly, the guy could have just given
me directions but it was typical of the nonsensical menial jobs given to women
that I had to follow the girl to a meeting room on the second floor of the building.
A quick knock on the door later, the girl opened the door and bowed. I entered
without a second glance at the useless girl. 5 men were seated behind a long
desk and I recognized all of them. All of them held senior positions in the
Church of Shadow. Seeing these men, only one question came to mind.
“What the hell was going on?”
Later in the evening
Planet Silhouette was a dark and depressing
place, or so they say. The sky was constantly dark and rain belted down from
the clouds most of the year. Most visitors from the Federation preferred
sunshine and dry clothes. I preferred the wet rain. It helps me think. Unfortunately, there was no rain today and the sky was a bright red. That didn't help my mood at all.
When I entered the priesthood, my
motivation was to gained knowledge. The decision was simple. I would gain
knowledge on the religion and guided the flock towards the correct path as was prescripted by the church. However I never saw myself as the missionary type. I
guided my flock who were already followers of the Church of Shadow, I never
thought of going into the Federation to gain more members for the church. It’s
just wasn't me.
However, that was exactly what I was told
to do. Due to my good work in the Jalan Eastman Church, the Church of Shadows
had assigned me to one of the Deep Space Stations to setup a local church. The
church had decided that since Silhouette is now a member of the Federation, we
had to spread our teachings throughout it.
That at least was a decision I
understand.
The Federation had looked at the church
with a critical eye ever since contact had been made between the survivors of crash and the Federation. It would not surprised me at all if the Federation had
wanted to wipe out the Church of Shadows but were prevented only by their Prime Directive. However everyone knew application of the Directive could be "selective" at times so spreading the church throughout the Federation could ensure the survival of the church if the Federation ever changed their
minds. However why did it have to be me?
My musing was stopped when I realized that
I had reached my house. A small house at the end of a small road, it was
provided by the church and suited my merger needs. Men of God should not show wealth. I considered myself old fashion in that way; probably why I dislike the
City Hall building so much. Still with doubts on my mind, I opened the door and was greeted by my wife’s raised ass.
On Planet Silhouette, men worked while
women stayed at home. A woman’s place was at home where they look after the
children, clean the house, and prayed in their free time for their salvation.
Outside their weekly church meeting and pony run, they stayed in the house. When their husbands and master came home, the women would greet them at the
door. Each home had their own way of greeting, ranging from a simple bow from
the women to more complex humiliating positions. It was really up to the men to decide.
I decided that everyday when I returned
home, I would want to be greeted by my wife kneeling on the floor with her head to the
ground and ass high up in the air. For an added bonus, she would be facing away
from the door with her tunic folded up to her upper body. So now when I entered
the door, I saw my wife’s ass facing me for me to do as I please.
Normally I kicked her, a small one. On bad
days, I would kick harder but today was different. I was torn between my personal desire
to stay on Silhouette and my orders to spread the gospel. I needed clarify. I
needed direction. I needed a way to clear my doubts. However I was tense, nervous and I
knew I would never cleared them in such a mental condition. I needed to relax.
I took off my belt and as the automatic
door closes, I raise the belt over my head and used all my strength to whip it
across my wife’s ass. Her scream echoed throughout the house, but a good woman
and wife, she stayed obediently in position. I raise the belt again and her
scream echoed into the house once more. 3 more times this happened before I
felt the tension beginning to leave me.
I walked into the living room and sat in my
favourite sofa. A few seconds later, my wife came and knelt beside my sofa. I looked
at her. She was dressed in relaxed house attire. Her hair was in a bun that was
covered by a blue lace headdress, and a loose transparent face-veil was
covering the lower part of her face. A collar around her neck, a long-sleeve
blouse and a pair of harem pants made out the rest of her outfit. I could see
that she was terrified that I would punish her again but as a good wife, she
knew her duty was to be there near her lord and master in case she was needed.
She was needed as I was still tense.
I pointed at my manhood and she immediately
knew what to do. She knee crawl towards me and opened my pants. Pushing down
her veil, she got to work doing her duty as a wife and woman. As she began, I
felt myself relaxing and enjoying the attentions of my wife and slave. I
decided it was time to give her a little reward.
Arousal
A grunt came from my wife as the neutrons in
her body slowly filled her up with endorphins. From 15 to 18, my wife had been
having neurons injections and part of the Silhouette marriage ceremony involved her father giving me control of her neuron interface.
I mentally command her neutrons to arouse her
and my wife shook in response. I raise my belt and crashed it on the back of
her. My wife responded with a cry and started to deep-throat me. The belt
crashed onto her back again. My wife started to suck my cock faster. Pain mixed
with pleasure; I always believed women with their sinful nature responded best
if you mixed these two together. My wife
was the perfect example of how right I am.
Within a minute, I shot my load and my wife’s
mouth was filled with my seed. Knowing how displeased I would be, she was
careful not to spill any. She lifted her head up and showed me her open mouth.
Swallow
She did as commanded and then opened her
mouth again to show me her now empty mouth. With my free hand, I gave her a
tight slap across the face.
“Cover your face slave,” I commanded. “Do
not attempt to temp me to sin.”
Obediently, my wife lowered her head and
lifted her veil. As she did the adjustment, I collapsed into the sofa. My
tension had left me, and not for the first time, I enjoyed the power that came with being a man in the Church of Shadow. I had total control of my woman, and
the best thing was that she would not have it any other way. My control of her
interface meant she would do anything I command for the pleasure I could give
her. I pity the men of the Federation for…
That was it!
That was my answer! How could I be so selfish? Enjoying myself on Silhouette while men of the Federation suffered under the illusion of equality. I now had the chance to guide these people to the teachings like my flock in the Jalan Eastman Church and I doubted. What kind of a fool am I? This was why I entered the priesthood in the first place! I smiled at my wife and
patted her on the head.
“In case you are wondering slave, you did
nothing wrong.” I began. “I had a dilemma that I could not solve and needed
your body. Your presence helped me in answering the question I had. Thanks.”
My wife looked up at me in surprise. Unlike
some men on Silhouette, I don’t believe in the notion that you should never
thank women for anything. If my wife did well, rare as it was, I had no
problems in thanking her. In rewarding her.
Pleasure
The neutrons in her body kicked into gear
and my wife had to put her hands on the floor to prevent herself from collapsing.
On her hands and knees, she looked at the floor and I could hear her heavy
breathing, desperately trying to control herself. Less than a minute later,
with her control breaking, I heard her plead.
“Please my lord, please allow your slave to
cum.”
The first words from her since my return
was a plead; begging to be allowed to cum. I could feel my smile getting
bigger. Yes, this was what it meant to be a man in the Church of Shadow. The total control of pain and pleasure.
“You may cum, slave”
She screamed; throwing herself into the
pleasure her neutrons was giving her. Her hands gave way and she dropped onto
the ground. I was pleased to see that her head was near my feet. I lifted my foot
and stepped on her face. My wife’s body wrecked with pleasure as multiple orgasms
hit her and her hands was feeling her body in sinful joy. I decided she had
enough joy for one night.
Stop
At my command, the neutrons stopped but my
wife’s hands did not. She was feeling the aftereffects of her intense orgasms but
pleasure time was over. Again I lifted my foot, this time giving her a small
kick on the head. My wife had long since been trained that this was a signal for her to get to her
knees. She struggled to do so, but as a forgiving master, I decided to overlook her tardiness.
“Did you enjoy yourself slave?” I asked and
my wife answered by comically nodding her head. Her nodding was so quick, I
half-feared her head would fall off. I can’t help but chuckled at her actions
and my wife’s eyes gleamed with joy at my happiness.
“Glad to see that,” I continued. “Now I got
a job for you. Start packing. We are going off-planet for a few years.”
