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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 11
After a very lengthy delay, I've decided to continue this story. Postings will be made "no later" than one month after the previous chapter has been published, provided the operation of the BDSM site is not compromised by technical difficulties.
This second excerpt from her diary is an astonishing revelation into what was happening to the former upper class as they struggled to regain their former positions after the war. This takes place when Frieda was probably no older than fifteen, and had been with the countess and Leopold for approximately a year. Once again this entry has been edited to make its contents more readable and easier to understand.
" One day in the Spring, the Madame informed me that I was to make a full and frank confession of my sins to a priest who was visiting her and Leopold. At that point in my life, I had no knowledge of sin or its meaning. In my world there was only good and bad. Good meant rewards such as clothing and little gifts from those who were pleased with my conduct. Bad on the other hand meant punishment, pain and suffering caused by my inability to fully satisfy the desires or needs of those who sought my company. To my way of thinking the world was divided into good and bad. Good was the desired state and all my energies were focused to that position in life. "
" Then there came a day that made my simple life become much more complex. Madame von Lescher called me into her parlor and after some chitchat got down to business. This was her normal way of giving me instructions concerning a person that had power and influence over me as well as the Madame. She identified this one as Father Ignatius, a priest who had the ear of many high ranked members of the Church. He had deigned to hear my confession and the Madame urged me to be totally frank and honest about my activities. She added that I would be expected to atone for my sins of the flesh, an odd way of describing what made others happy. I was nearly totally ignorant concerning confession and atonement, but that didn't seem to cause my mistress any worry. "
" Later that very day I was ushered into a nearly darkened room, lit only by a flickering candle. I could barely make out a shrouded figure hunched over in a large wooden chair, his hands clutching its arms. He bade me to come closer and as I neared, his features came into view. His gray hair was thick and seemed to grow wild, coming down well over his ears. What struck me were his eyes that were a pale green like those of a cat. His attire was mostly simple, a cloak, shirt and trousers covering his form but his boots were of leather and had been buffed until they glistened. When he spoke, his gravelly voice made the hair on the back of my neck grow stiff. I could barely make out his words that rumbled from his chest. He pointed to the floor in front of his chair and told me to kneel. I did as he ordered and found myself staring into those cat's eyes and listening to those strange noises coming from his lips. "
" Never had I heard such words as he used. I was unable to truthfully answer most of his questions, which irritated him to no end. Words such as fornication, sodomy, and lascivious and lewd behavior were foreign to me. Once he explained them to me I had to confess them. He asked for dates and names of those who aided me in these "sins". I must admit that I had heard that particular word often, but never quite understood its meaning. He seemed angry with me for what I had done, calling me a handmaiden of the Dark One, another title that meant very little to me. He became so incensed that he rose from his chair, rising to his full height and towering over me. It was then that he pronounced my sentence; only he called it penance. If I failed to do what was decreed, I was doomed to burn forever in hell despite what treasures I may have amassed during my meaningless life. He made me swear to atone in the way he proscribed here and now. I was too frightened not to obey his admonishments, even though I was not sure of the meaning of these words. "
" It became even stranger when he ordered me to remove my outer garments in order that he might examine my body for signs of the demon. I recalled Madame telling me to make sure I wore the white dress with the bows. Then with a wink, something I had never seen her do previously, she told me that beneath the dress I should only be clad in a vest, not a brassiere, and matching panties, naturally in white as well. Finally to complete my attire and make myself as enticing as possible I must wear white shoes plus hose attached to a lacy white garter belt. It was beginning to dawn on me that the Madame knew a great deal more about this priest than she would reveal at this time. Now as I removed my dress, taking my time to undo the bows that seemed to hold the attention of the old priest's eyes, it became apparent that I was a gift for this man. "
" Something seemed to anger him when my dress was removed to reveal my under things. His breathing changed and the priest's hands trembled. I could do nothing but await his next move, which was not long in coming. He pointed a shaky finger at my garter belt and in a wavering voice pronounced it to be a sign that the demon was within my body. I was taken aback by his observation, which seemed to anger him even more. Suddenly he was upon me and in the blink of an eye I found myself draped over his lap as he seated himself and began to administer a vigorous spanking to me. My poor bottom offered little protection from the rain of blows that fell upon it. I was no stranger to this type of activity, and even must confess that I did enjoy it on occasion. "
" I felt his cock beginning to harden and poke against my belly. It was good to know that this old priest was no different than the men I entertained for the Madame. He must have realized that he had been unmasked, for suddenly I found myself on the floor, looking up into his green eyes. He stood over me and in a trembling voice commanded that I remove my sinful garb so he could assess just how strong the demon's grip was on me. I did as he ordered, recalling the Madame's instructions that he was very influential and was to be obeyed. Even as I divested myself of the last items covering my torso, he licked his lips nervously. Soon I stood before him in just shoes and hose, the rest of my under things piled in a neat grouping at my feet. He wheezed as his eyes ran up and down my bare body, taking in my pert breasts and shaven pubic mound. I held my breath as he tweaked one of my nipples, causing it to harden quickly. This brought a knowing smile to his lined face and a comment that the demon indeed dwelled within my body. "
" He changed his mind about my penance, forcing me to use the chair seat to support my body that was now bent at the waist. He ran his hands over my bottom, occasionally stopping to pinch an area and gauge my reaction. I couldn't hold still whenever this happened and I could hear him laughing in that rumbling manner. Things grew much worse when I felt a finger inserting itself into my puss, quickly being joined by another to stretch that tight opening which held such power over men, and a few women as well. I moaned almost against my will from the sensations that were caused by this invasion. He acted amused and pinched my bottom once more to see my reaction. I was unprepared for the hard slap and then another that sounded like pistol shots as they flattened the firm flesh of my bottom. Then he pronounced my penance and told me that it would be carried out here and now, despite any intrusion by the evil power that apparently controlled me at this time. "
" I was not prepared for the strap that he used. The first blow made me rise up and almost lose my balance. He waited for me to regain my composure and then the strap came down across my bottom for the second time. I could hear him gasping from breath after each blow, but he continued to make contact with my bottom working from the top portion and moving downward. I kept count and it took him ten strokes to cover my hindquarters. There was a pause of perhaps a minute while he caught his breath, then those fingers probed my depths as before, searching for signs of the demon. Evidently my wetness was a sign to the priest that the evil creature still held sway over me. He determined that my penance was not sufficient, and he continued to strike me, now moving over the backs of my legs making it feel as if they were on fire. Now there was not the same amount of flesh acting as a cushion from the strap. I ground my teeth and did my best to stay calm and not cause the priest to hit me harder than what he had done so far. "
" My approach only made him more angry. I tasted the strap on the hollows behind my knees and I screamed. Then the strap came down on the narrow crevice between my now swollen bottom cheeks. The pain was excruciating and my entire body now trembled from each blow that ate into my flesh. I had long since lost count of now many times that piece of polished leather had done its work, but my demon did not appear ready to vacate my body. By now I was soaking and the scent from my puss permeated the small room that we occupied. The old priest redoubled his efforts, calling on his master to give him the strength to drive the evil from this sinner. Now he ordered me to stand and raise my arms skyward. He made me step back from the chair, providing more of my bare body for his strap. "
" I didn't know from where he was getting his energy, but the blows he struck were as strong or stronger than the first few that landed on my body. To me it felt as if hours had passed since this terrible beating began. Now the new areas that were made available were even more sensitive than the originals. The first blow across my breasts felt as if he had cut them in half. My poor nipples were flattened and left tingling. Before I could even draw breath to scream, a second blow followed, landing in the same region and causing me to double over in agony. He began to literally dance around my body, landing blow after blow with that hissing strap. I began to wonder if he and not I was the one possessed by the demon. Where else would he be getting this additional energy? He started to walk the strap down the front of my body, first my poor breasts until they were swollen, then crisscrossing my stomach before arriving at my puss. His initial strokes missed the mark, but still terrified me at the prospect of enduring the pain that his strap would cause once it hit the target. "
" His accuracy improved tremendously and my poor puss was soon weeping as the leather strap ate into the tender flesh. Now he had me stand with my legs as far apart as possible so he could decorate the insides of my thighs a well as continue to turn my puss into a lump of sore, swollen flesh that would not be usable for days, at least that is what I thought. To my surprise his fingers were able to easily penetrate my secret place and discover that the demon was still in command of my body. This infuriated the priest who redoubled his efforts to drive the evil spirit from me. Finally he tired to the point that he could no longer wield that cruel length of leather. He reached out and twisted one of my sore breasts until I whimpered and my legs trembled. Looking me full in the face he declared that the best he could offer me at this time was conditional absolution. I had no idea what these words meant, but I nodded and was thankful for small favors. With that he told me to dress and leave him, but to expect another session in the very near future. "
" I returned to my room and waited for further instructions from Madame, but none were forthcoming. My wounds, such as they were, did not impede me from bathing, eating in the kitchen that evening, and going off to bed without any word from either the Madame or her husband. My sleep was fitful, with much tossing and turning. I awoke a number of times, but could not recall any dreams. By morning most of the damage made by the priest had already begun to disappear. That is not to say that my body would have been acceptable to many of Madame's friends. Early that afternoon the Madame and I discussed my meeting with the priest. I was as diplomatic as possible, but the truth be told and so it was. She listened without making any comments or judgments. Then she informed me that a second and much more stressful meeting had been planned for tomorrow. In the meantime she had arranged for a tryst later this afternoon with a young man and his bride to be. My portion of the tryst was to demonstrate certain actions that the young woman might be expecting. For some odd reason the couple had never had sex with each other prior to their wedding. Things went very well and did take my mind away from the prospect of facing the old priest and once more confessing my sins, such as he claimed them to be. "
" That night I had one nightmare after another. I'd wake; sweat pouring from my body, my mind in turmoil trying to separate reality from the dream. The old priest appeared to me in many disguises. He was a snake that coiled around my body and crushed the life from it as his fangs sank into my breasts again and again. He was a soldier of an army peopled by skeletons, chasing me down the twisted streets of a small town with doors and windows tightly shuttered. In another he was a stinking cloud of gas that entered me via my nostrils and eardrums and began to burn away the insides of my body as I screamed and tore my hair in agony. The worst by far was the nightmare where I was heavily pregnant and just about to deliver. In it he was a doctor hidden behind a mask urging me to push and push so that the evil would at long last be exiled from my body. By morning I was close to madness, frightened for my very life at the prospect of facing another session with the green-eyed priest. I was unable to eat that morning. An hour later one of the Madame's servants presented me with a roughly made cloak and told me that this would be the only covering I would wear to my meeting with the priest. This did not sit well with me, but I had no choice in the matter. Roughly an hour later, a young man barely out of his teens came to escort me to my meeting with the priest. "
" Our meeting was in another, more spacious room. My guide led me into his presence and took a position behind the chair in which he sat, his eyes glued to mine. I could not meet his gaze but for a few seconds before I had to look away. The old priest laughed and made a comment to the young man about my possession by a demon. The young man's eyes glittered and my blood ran cold. This time the priest was clad in tailored clothing with splashes of color that seemed to be almost out of place. I noticed a large ring on his finger, with a stone the color of blood. Then I saw an ornate piece of dark wooden furniture covered in places with what appeared to be brightly colored cushions. Upon closer examination I saw the straps attached at a number of points. I suddenly realized that this device would be employed at our meeting, and likely I would be the one to occupy it.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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