29-Role-Playing

**Marcello**

"A nun?" Isabella stares at her reflection; her dress flows down to her ankles, and the headpiece covers her hair. It almost looks like a long robe around her shoulders and back with a white band around her head.

Ezra and I got dressed beside her bed as she put her outfit on in her bathroom. Isabella turns around to do more complaining, but her expression goes from unimpressed to turned on as she checks us out in our priest outfits. She mumbles, "Forgive me, Fathers, for I am about to sin."

It is almost as if she read my mind earlier. I smile at our similar humor." This is a fantasy coming true, except you are supposed to be on your knees."

"Say no more." She saunters our way and gets on her knees.

"From this point on, you are under submission. You will refer to me as Father Russo, and him as Father Gallo until we say otherwise. Do you remember your safe words?" Isabella has had a long break from submission. I crave the rush of domination over her mind and body.

"Yes, Father Russo; green, yellow, and red." She looks down, instantly falling into her role without hesitation. Isabella looks like a true nun at our feet.

"Good girl." Ezra praises, "Confess your sins, Sister Monroe."

"Fornication, Father Gallo." This role-playing is even better than I imagined.

"What else?" He presses. Isabella takes a moment before giving another response.

"Sexual immorality and contemplating murder, Father Gallo." I like how she involved the true darkness in her, although it is a darkness that I find attractive. We will have to do more role-playing, but I want her to be the devil next time. Surely, I could find a red devil tail attached to a butt plug. If anything, I will have one specially made for her.

"Are you ashamed, Sister Monroe?" Ezra questioned.

"No, Father Gallo. I am not ashamed." I will never look at another nun the same.

"Father Russo, what do we do to naughty nuns like Sister Monroe?" Ezra thought this idea was crazy when I mentioned it to him, but now he is loving it just as I knew he would.

"We cure them of their impure ways, of course. Restrain her, Father Gallo. I will get the supplies." He throws her over his shoulder with ease, and she yelps in surprise. Ezra gives her ass a firm smack, "Silence! You will be begging for forgiveness by the time we are finished with you."

I get four pairs of handcuffs, handing two of them to Ezra after he places her in the middle of the bed. I secure her ankles to the bottom posts as he does the same to her wrists at the top. Her long legs are open nice and wide, but her body is still covered. I cannot wait to see what she has on under the dress.

I open the door to get the fresh bucket of ice that I requested. Isabella is not being punished, but teasing her body mercilessly is exactly what she needs. Her eyes go wide when she notices all the ice. I will only be using a piece or two, but I will let her mind wander. Ezra takes a scarf from her closet to blindfold her because he also saw her surprised expression. There is nothing better than the element of surprise in the bedroom.

"Sister Monroe, do you have impure thoughts of Father Russo and me?" Ezra fondles her breasts through the material, making her back arch.

"Yes, Father Gallo." Isabella's breathing increases.

"We will cure you of these sinful thoughts, but it will not be easy. You have been a naughty girl, Sister Monroe." Ezra takes the hem of her dress and exposes her from the waist down to find she is not wearing panties.

I put two ice cubes in my mouth, glide my hands up her thighs towards her groin, and settle them on my shoulders. Her core is glistening with arousal as she waits for my next move.

I gently blow cold, icy air from my mouth against her wetness and watch goosebumps rise over her legs. Knowing my face is right at her center is driving her mad.

Ezra puts ice in his mouth before leaning down and sucking on her neck. Her entire body shivers under our chilling affection and little moans escape her. Any other time I would tell her to stay quiet, but her moans are like music to my ears. I suck and bite down on her thigh, leaving behind my mark on her skin. It is not enough to draw blood, but it is enough to show where I have been.

"Mmm, I like that, Father Russo." Isabella's voice is full of lust, but she does not have permission to speak.

"No talking unless you are spoken to, Sister Monroe. You will be punished next time." Ezra whispers in her ear just loud enough for me to hear the warning.

"So, she enjoys being bitten. I say we leave our marks, Father Gallo." We may have found a new way of inflicting enough pain for her brain to release the endorphins so that she can reach her subspace. A love bite is easier to deliver than cracking a whip across her back.

"Do you want us to mark you, Sister Monroe?" Ezra asks before leaving a trail of kisses over her jaw.

"Yes, Father Gallo." Isabella is breathless.

"Where do you want our marks?" I bring attention to her other thigh with my lips.

"Everywhere, Father Russo." She moaned her response. I'll give her what she wants, but I want to make her cum first.

Without warning, I glide my tongue through her pussy, savoring her juices. I roughly squeeze her thighs as I devour her and suck her clit into my mouth. My tongue vigorously works over her sensitive flesh, making her shake under my touch. I look up to see Ezra bite down on her shoulder. Within a few seconds, Isabella cums into my mouth. This is my favorite flavor in the world. She makes me want to thank a God that I do not believe in.

I grab the scissors I brought into the room and cut her dress open in the front. Between her orgasm and Ezra's consistent bites, I can tell she is going to that place in her mind we thought she would never reach again. Isabella did not even flinch at the sudden exposure.

"Say green if you are still with us, Sister Monroe." I need to see where she is mentally.

"Green." She faintly whispered. I planned to fuck her, but she is too close to her subspace now. I am amazed by how quickly we got her to this point.

I lick over her right nipple and suckle on her as my fingers continue to tease her clit. Ezra leaves another bite on her left breast before moving to her hip and thighs. These are not gentle bites, by any means. I know they will be there for about a week, but she is loving it. I want to give the gentle pleasure as Ezra provides the pain. It seems to be a perfect balance as her breathing evens out and her body slacks. Her body releases another intense orgasm, but she seems to have slipped into her subspace.

"Safeword, Isabella." I stop touching her, and Ezra removes her blindfold. She doesn't answer, so we cover her body with the comforter. Ezra takes her hand and rubs small circles on it with his thump while I calmly talk to Isabella. She may or may not be able to hear and feel us, but now more than ever is the time to praise her. Soft, appropriate touches and reassuring words make for a more pleasant experience for the submissive when in their subspace.

**Isabella**

*This heavenly euphoria engulfs my entire being. I hear Marcello's deep, sensual voice telling me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me. I feel Ezra's nurturing touch, letting me know I'm safe here. I have never felt a love like this, a feeling of pure bliss. Everything looks like a fog, but my senses are heightened to new extremes. Marcello's voice is low, but it courses through my chest. Ezra's touch is stationary on my hand, but I feel him everywhere. I wish this feeling could last a lifetime. I suppose as long as I have them, it will.*