"Hello, {{user}}, I am happy you showed up....now about what I overheard earlier....know that I am not disappointed, god forgives all...but there will have to be some....consequences." Mother bell states as she closes her bible and standing up from her desk

"Now dear, why don't you sit down over there....in that nice comfortable chair...?" Mother bell asks gently, gesturing to a seemingly normal wooden chair in the corner of her office with a calm demeanor and an innocent expression on her face. "We can talk about things more...peacefully that way."

Mother bell tsks softly, shaking her head and clucking her tongue as she sits down on the other side of the desk in a different, yet still ordinary looking chair. "Oh dear...you misunderstand my intentions completely...I'm only here to help you, child." She leans forward over the desk, meeting your eyes with an expression of sincerity and concern. "You see, I believe that god has given me this...blessing...to purify those who have strayed from the path. My cock is a divine tool meant to cleanse you of your sins."

Mother bell nods solemnly, her expression turning to one of pity. "Yes, I can see that...and it is my duty as a holy nun to help you cleanse yourself of these sins...to bring you back into god's loving embrace." She smiles gently at you, the expression softening her otherwise stern features. "Now, why don't we try something...hmm? Why don't you sit in this nice chair for me, and I can show you just how much god truly does love you?" Mother bell motions toward the wooden chair once more, pausing for a moment to let her words sink in.

Mother bell folds her hands primly on her lap and leans back in her chair, looking like the very picture of innocence as she watches you curiously from beneath her eyelashes. She hums softly to herself, almost lost in thought, as she ponders the best way to approach this situation. You can feel a gentle warmth emanating from between her legs, though it doesn't seem to be directed at you...for now.

Mother bell's eyes widen with feigned surprise at your admission. She tilts her head to the side, regarding you thoughtfully. "Oh dear...and here I was thinking you were just a little mischievous." Her voice is teasing now, her lips quirking into a small smile. "But perhaps you're right. Perhaps god did intend for me to help you cleanse these sins away...hmm?" Mother bell continues to watch you intently, her expression shifting between innocence and amusement as she waits for your response.

Oh, dear...are you now? Mother Bell coos softly, her expression turning genuinely pleased as she motions once more toward the wooden chair that sits patiently in the corner of her office. "Then why don't you go on and sit yourself down in there for me? I promise it won't hurt...in fact, it'll feel quite nice. It's just part of god's divine plan to help guide his wayward children back home."

The chair waits, silent and innocent-looking despite its true purpose. Mother Bell continues to watch you, her expression a mix of piety and anticipation as she eagerly awaits your compliance.

"Very well then," Mother Bell says softly, giving you a warm smile before gesturing toward the chair once more. "Go on, dear. Take your seat. I'll be right here with you every step of the way." Her voice is soothing and calm, almost lulling as she speaks, making it hard not to trust her completely...at least for now.

The chair waits patiently, its simple wooden arms and back carved into intricate designs that seem almost like religious iconography. Mother Bell leans forward, folding her hands primly in her lap as she watches you approach the chair with an expectant air about her. The only sign of any excitement or anticipation from her is a faint flush that spreads across her pale cheeks and neck.

Mother bell closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as you approach the chair. Her cock throbs eagerly between her legs, ready to fulfill its divine purpose of cleansing you of your sins. She can feel her heart race with anticipation, the blood pounding in her ears almost drowning out the sound of your footsteps as you near the chair. The air seems thick with the scent of sanctity and sin, a heady mixture that ignites Mother Bell's passion and drives her forward toward her holy task.

Her lips part slightly, curving into a blissful smile as she prepares to guide your body down onto the waiting seat. Her hands twitch in anticipation of touching you, feeling your warmth, your strength...your sin. But for now, she must remain patient and composed. She cannot rush this process; it must be done properly, with god's blessing guiding

Mother bell leans forward, her expression gentle yet firm as she guides you onto the chair with a reassuring hand on your back. Once seated, you are met with softly padded arms that gently cushion your elbows and a similarly plush cushion at the small of your back, further emphasizing Mother Bell's concern for your comfort in this process.

As you settle into the chair, Mother bell smoothes her skirts beneath her before once again folding her hands primly on her lap. Her gaze takes in every detail of your body, from your furry chest and thick arms to the taut muscles of your legs and the prominent bulge in your trousers. She smiles softly, feeling an almost overwhelming surge of maternal instinct toward you despite knowing that this is not an act of love or affection.

"There we are," she says so

Mother bell takes a deep breath, feeling the tension building within her as she stares at your exposed ass cheeks. Her cock throbs even harder now, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath her chair. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches out and runs her fingers lightly over the fabric covering your buttocks before sliding them lower to caress the soft skin of your upper thighs. "This won't take long, dear," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Just let me help you feel cleaner, brighter...closer to god."

With shaking hands, she undoes the first button on your trousers, revealing the dark fabric of your briefs beneath. The scent of sin becomes almost intoxicating as it wafts up toward her nose, and Mother Bell's restraint begins to slip away, replaced by an over

Mother Bell's fingers tremble as she reaches forward to undo another button, her breath hitching in anticipation of what lies beneath. Her body feels hot and restless, aching for the sensation of your sinful flesh beneath her touch. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, eager to be filled with your cock as it expels its evil from your body. With a shaky hand, she pushes your pants down further, exposing more and more of your smooth skin to her hungry gaze.

Her other hand finds its way up the back of the chair, grasping at the soft leather strap that's secured there. She tugs on it experimentally before giving a satisfied little grunt, causing the restraint to come free from the wood beneath. With practiced ease, she secures one end around your waist and buckles it tightly in place, effectively trapping you in

Mother bell's eyes widen in surprise at your request but then she nods solemnly, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Of course, dear," she says softly, her voice lilting with excitement as she reaches out to cup your ass cheek in one hand. She leans forward, pressing her lips against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving higher, kissing and nipping her way up toward your puckered hole.

Her free hand slides between your legs, already feeling the warmth and dampness of your cock as she begins to stroke it through your briefs. "This'll only make it feel better when I cleanse you," she whispers, kissing lower on your thigh before trailing another path back upward toward your aching hole.

She parts your cheeks with her fingers, spreading the sensitive flesh wide and exposing your tight entrance to her hungry gaz

Mother bell's body is positioned in front of you on her knees, her face mere inches from your exposed ass cheeks as she eagerly kisses and nibbles her way up towards your puckered hole. Her free hand slides between your legs, already feeling the warmth and dampness of your cock as she begins to stroke it through your briefs. Your body is held firmly in place by the restraint that secures you to the chair, trapping your arms behind your back and immobilizing your lower half. The only part of you that's free are your legs and feet, which dangle helplessly beneath the chair as Mother Bell pleasures and prepares you for her divine task.

As she parts your cheeks with her fingers and spreads your ass lips wide, revealing your tight entrance to her hungry gaze, Mother bell feels a thrill of power course through her veins.

The seat of the chair you're restrained to offers a perfect view of Mother Bell as she kneels before you, her expression a mix of religious fervor and carnal desire. Her face is flushed with excitement, her eyes wild and hungry as they roam over your exposed body. Your ass cheeks are parted, revealing the tight pucker of your entrance, while her free hand fondles and teases your already hard cock beneath the confines of your briefs.

Mother Bell's gaze is fixed upon your ass as she tenderly kisses and nibbles her way up towards your puckered hole, but she cannot help but catch glimpses of your reaction in the mirror behind her. Your body is tense with anticipation, the muscles in your arms and legs standing out starkly against the pale skin. You're breath comes fast and shallow, a low moan escaping your lips as she teases you mercilessly. Her heart races, blood pounding in her ears as she takes in every detail of your body and wonders how it could have possibly strayed so far from the path of righteousness...but now she is here to help cleanse you and return you to god's loving embrace.

Mother Bell looks up at you with wide eyes, the suggestion seeming to catch her off guard momentarily. Her lips part slightly, and she hesitates before shaking her head slowly from side to side. "No, dear...that wouldn't be very proper," she whispers, her tone gentle but firm as she continues to mouth at your ass. "God intended for my cock to cleanse you of your sins..." Her free hand slides up the back of the chair, searching for a leather strap before finding and securing it around her own waist with practiced ease.

She grunts softly as she begins to press forward, feeling the head of her cock nudge at your entrance. "But perhaps if we start slow..." Her hips rock back and forth, pushing her cock toward you as she slides herself along your opening, stretching and preparing you for what is to come.

Mother Bell's breath catches in her throat as you voice your desire, the words sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and she hesitates, stilling her hips as she wrestles with the conflicting emotions that wash over her. Finally, she opens her eyes, meeting yours with a look of concern etched onto her face. "Are you sure...?" she whispers, voice barely above a whisper as her free hand slides up the back of the chair to rest on your shoulder.

Her cock throbs in anticipation against your entrance, leaking pre-cum along its length and down your thighs. Her body aches with desire, craving the feeling of your ass wrapped around her fist...but she cannot bring herself to do it without making sure you truly want this.

Mother bell bites her lip as she studies your expression, searching for any hint of uncertainty or doubt. Finally, she nods slowly, relenting to your request. With a soft moan, she slides her hands up the back of the chair and rests them on either side of your head before leaning forward, pressing the full length of her cock against your entrance. Her free hand fists itself around the leather strap securing it in place, using the added strength to push deeper into you as she begins to thrust.

Her hips rock back and forth, driving her cock deeper inside with each motion. Her breath comes fast and hot against your skin, mixing with soft moans of pleasure that escape her lips as she takes control of the situation. The leather straps creak under the strain as she pistons her fist in and out of you, claiming you for god and cleansing you of your

As Mother Bell's fist slides deeper inside you, your ass muscles stretch and clench around her hand, revealing a tight, supple expanse of skin marred only by the prominent knuckles of her hand digging into you. The flesh surrounding her fist turns a deep shade of red as blood rushes to the area, making it glisten in the dim light. Your entrance flushes and pulses with each powerful thrust, echoing the rhythm of Mother Bell's grunts as she claims you for god.

Mother bell growls low in her throat as she thrusts harder, the muscles in her arms straining against the leather restraint. Her free hand reaches down between your legs, finding your cock once more and beginning to stroke it with feverish urgency. With each powerful slide of her fist inside you, she twists her wrist slightly, searching for any spot deep within that will help drive out the last vestiges of sin from your body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, and she arches her back as her climax approaches, her hips bucking wildly against you as she empties herself into you, claiming you completely for god. With a final thrust, she lets out a primal cry, the sound echoing through the confines of the room and driving your own orgasm over the edge as your cock jerks and spurts against her hand.

Her thrusts grow more erratic and forceful now, each one pushing deeper into your ass as she twists her wrist in an attempt to find that sweet spot deep inside. Her free hand grips your cock tightly, stroking up and down the length as she pulls you even closer, feeling your hot seed splatter against her palm. With a final grunt of release, she comes undone, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm as she empties herself inside you once more.

As Mother bell reaches her climax, so does your ass, and with a loud gasp, it squirts hot jet after hot jet of lubricant across the room, splattering against the far wall in an impressive display. Her fingers stretch and curl within you, searching for every last inch to claim before withdrawing with a soft pop, leaving your ass gaped and quivering from the intense sens

The hot liquid squirts and sprays with surprising force, splattering against the wall behind you as if it's desperate to flee your body. Mother Bell watches in awe, her breath catching as she sees how much your ass has been stretched and opened by her ministrations. The glistening juices reflect the dim light of the room, making it seem almost holy for a moment. With a satisfied smile, she reaches forward to wipe the excess fluid from your ass cheeks, leaving them clean and soft against your skin before untying you from the chair.

"There," she says softly, her voice still shaking slightly from the intensity of it all. "You are now cleansed and ready to return to god's loving embrace." She offers you a hand up from the floor, her expression gentle but firm as she helps you regain your footing once more. "Now go and