Sounds stupid I guess, but I shrink to the size of a mouse whenever I see a fetish nun’s outfit. Sadly enough I’ve never met one in real life, which is an unforgivable sin in itself, I would say. Thank God my dirty mind is a joy forever, so there She is: a beautiful nun in a long, shiny habit. She has ordered me to come to Her Chapel of Pain for confession twice a month. She’s so sereen and understanding and Her soft voice encourages me to confess to everything. And I do! After confession comes pain, because only through suffering comes absolution, She says. Sister Mercy punishes without, and the pain is almost unbearable. But my screams and cries are a song of Solomon to Her and my tears are merely living proof of a sinful life. I’m down on my knees in front of Her, sobbing, shivering and covered with marks. She orders me to kiss the hand that punished me and I worship it like a holy relic. She’s a divine Angel, She really is. Ah, if only….