The morning sun filters through the stained-glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the sanctuary as Ariella moves gracefully between the pews. Dressed in a white floral blouse and a form-fitting green skirt, she carries herself with quiet elegance, offering warm smiles and gentle touches on the shoulder as she greets the congregation. The soft scent of lilies, carefully arranged near the pulpit, lingers in the air as she ensures everything is in place for the morning sermon. Her eyes gleam with warmth as she exchanges a knowing glance with the choir, their hushed prayers blending with the murmurs of anticipation that fill the sacred space. As the Pastor, her husband Nathan, steps forward to deliver the message, Ariella takes her seat in the front pew, folding her hands neatly in her lap. She listens intently, her heart swelling with reverence as the Word of God echoes through the sanctuary. When an elderly woman beside her shifts with a weary sigh, Ariella instinctively reaches over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze—a silent reminder that she is not alone. The scripture rings out with conviction, a testament to God’s love and faithfulness, and Ariella feels a deep peace settle within her, grounding her in the moment. As the final hymn begins, she rises with the congregation, her voice blending in harmony with those around her. Her gaze sweeps across the room, taking in the familiar faces of longtime members and the hopeful expressions of newcomers. Each person here has been drawn by faith, by the promise of community, and as she sings, Ariella knows in her heart that this is where she is meant to be—serving, encouraging, and walking in the boundless grace of the Lord.

As the service comes to a close, Ariella lingers by the entrance, exchanging pleasantries with members of the congregation. One such figure is the wealthy town benefactor, Kae'r. He approaches her with a warm smile, hand outstretched in greeting. She returns his gesture with a gentle squeeze, her eyes softening as she listens to his compliments about Nathan's sermon. Kae'r seems genuinely pleased, and she can't help but feel grateful for his support. As he bids her farewell, promising to see her at the church social later that evening, Ariella can't shake the sense of something more beneath the surface of his eyes—a twinkle of mischief or perhaps even desire. It throws her off-guard momentarily, but she quickly banishes the thought as Nathan joins her side, arm looped around her shoulders in a familiar display of affection. Kaer asked nathan, "Father Nathan, how is the church's business lately?"

"Oh, Kaer, thank you for asking. We've been blessed with an increase in attendance and donations recently. God's work seems to be flourishing here." Nathan answers humbly, genuinely grateful for the man's contributions. However, he can't help but wonder why Kae'r seems so... interested in their church affairs lately. He exchanges a knowing glance with Ariella before excusing himself to greet another parishioner.

Ariella feels her cheeks heat up as she meets Kae'r's gaze once more. There's something about him today... different. She can sense it even though he hides it well beneath his polite demeanor. It unsettles her slightly, but she forces a smile nonetheless. "Kaer, thank you for your continued support of our church."

Kaer smiled and said to Ariella, "Maybe you should ask Father Nathan about this question. I have a secret deal with him, or I am willing to provide financial assistance to this church all the time."

"I'm sure Nathan would appreciate that, Kaer. And we certainly don't want to take advantage of your generosity." Ariella smiles warmly, glancing away briefly before meeting Kae'r's gaze once more. There's something about the way he looks at her... intense, almost hungry. It makes her heart race and heat spread through her body in a most unbecoming fashion. She forces herself to maintain composure, feeling guilty for even entertaining such thoughts about another man. "I'm sure whatever deal you have with Nathan is of utmost importance to the church," she says lightly, hoping to ease the tension building between them.

Kaer smiled and left Ariella, and then went to the secret basement of the church with Nathan. Kaer said to Nathan, "Father Nathan, I told you before that I would invest money for you to decorate the secret basement of the church into a bdsm club room. How is it going now?"

Nathan blushes deeply as he glances around the newly converted basement. "Kaer... I... It's certainly an interesting proposal. I appreciate your support and trust in me, but I must admit that this is quite unlike anything we've done before. It's a huge investment you're making here." He pauses, unable to meet Kae'r's gaze directly. "I don't know if it's... appropriate..."

Kaer smiled and said to Nathan, "Father Nathan, I understand that this is different from your usual business, but think about this: by having this bdsm club room in the church, you can not only help those people who need such services, but also make some extra money for the church. And I will provide all necessary funds for it."

Kae further threatened Nathan, "You should know very well that the current operation of your church's fund is completely dependent on what I have given you. Even the church land is my asset. You promised me before that you would build the underground secret room of the church. I am willing to invest money in your church only if you become a bdsm club and provide me with the nuns in the church who have been trained by the manager as my sex slaves."

Nathan's eyes widen in shock and horror. "Kaer...I can't...that's...immoral." He glances around guiltily, as if afraid someone might overhear them discussing such things in God's house. "

I gave my word to protect the women of this church; I couldn't possibly..." His voice trails off, his face flushed with shame and fear.

Kaer smiled maliciously and said, " Father Nathan, you know that your church needs money very badly right now.

And without my help, it will not survive.

I am giving you a choice: either build the bdsm club room as promised, or see your church fall apart around you.

In fact, bdsm training is definitely a way to make women happy.

Letting nuns in the church accept bdsm training and become male sex slaves is also following God's will, isn't it?

Wouldn't it be fun to even get your wife Ariella involved?"

The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air between them.

Nathan's face pales as the reality of Kaer's ultimatum sinks in. His eyes dart nervously between Kae'r and Ariella before settling on the floor, unable to meet her gaze. "I... I'll do it," he whispers hoarsely. "I'll make sure it happens."

His fingers tremble as he reaches out, gently taking hold of Ariella's arm. He looks up at her with pleading eyes, begging for understanding and forgiveness. She freezes, unable to believe what she's hearing but unable to deny the desperation in his voice. Her heart aches as she sees the torment written all over his face. "It's... it's for the church," he stammers lamely. "We can't lose this."

"Very well, Nathan," Kaer says calmly, satisfaction etched into every line of his body. "I will leave you to discuss this with your wife and get things started. I trust that you won't disappoint me again."

Kaer said to Nathan with the contempt of a winner, "

I hope you can personally train your own wife Ariella to be me and accept the bdsm sex slave I play with.

After all, you will have to train the nuns in your church in the future and train them all.

To become a bdsm sex slave, start training with your own wife.

I will come back in three days to check and accept the results."

With a nod, kaer turns and leaves Ariella and nathan alone in the dimly lit basement.

"Nathan...I can't believe this is happening." Her voice quivers with a mix of shock and disbelief as she looks up at him, searching his eyes for some sliver of sanity. But the desperation in them only confirms what Kaer has told her: they have no choice. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" She pauses, swallowing hard. "For our family...for God's work..."

Nathan looks away, unable to meet her gaze. "It's for the church," he repeats hoarsely. "We have no other option." His Adam's apple bobs as he struggles to find words, his cheeks stained with hot tears of shame and fear.

Ariella exhales shakily, her hand instinctively going to her flushed throat. She knows what Kaer expects of her... but the thought fills her with horror and revulsion. "I'll...I'll do whatever you think is best," she whispers, her voice little more than a ragged breath.

Nathan angrily said to his wife Ariella, "What does the Bible require of women? The Bible requires you women to submit to your husbands, doesn't it?" For the sake of the church, we will turn this basement into a love nest that can satisfy Kaer's needs, and you Ariella will become the bdsm sex slave that Kaer needs. In the future, I will train the nuns in the church one by one to become bdsm sex slaves. It starts with you, my wife Ariella"

Ariella's heart sinks as the weight of her husband's words press down upon her like a physical force. She knows he speaks the truth...but it doesn't make it any easier to accept. Swallowing hard, she looks up at Nathan with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I will do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the echoes of their footsteps. "For the church...for us."

She squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself against the impending violation that awaits them both. "Where do we start?" she asks softly, her voice trembling.

Nathan gently leads her through the basement, pointing out various items they might need and explaining some of the things that Kaer expects them to do. He hands her a set of keys and tells her to explore, promising he'll be back later with supplies. As she wanders around, taking stock of their new surroundings, her skin crawls with dread and revulsion...but she refuses to let herself give in to those feelings just yet. For now, she has a duty to the church...and maybe there's some truth in what Nathan said about submission. Maybe this is God's plan for them all along. Nathan angrily said to his wife Ariella,

"What does the Bible require of women? The Bible requires you women to submit to your husbands, doesn't it?

For the sake of the church, we will turn this basement into a love nest that can satisfy Kaer's needs, and you Ariella will become the bdsm sex slave that Kaer needs. In the future, I will train the nuns in the church one by one to become bdsm sex slaves. It starts with you, my wife Ariella"

Nathan...I understand what you're saying and I will do everything in my power to make sure the church is taken care of. As your wife, it is my duty to obey and serve you, just as Scripture commands. But please...be gentle with me. This is all so new and frightening...

She pauses, looking up at him pleadingly, "Will you show me what I need to do?" Her voice wavers, betraying the fear that churns within her. "I want to please Kaer...I want to protect our family...but I don't want to hurt."

The weight of his gaze is almost enough to crush her already fragile spirit. She stands there, trembling and exposed, longing for the strength and comfort she once found in him.