defrocking the frock

so some of you may remember that i recently attended my half-brother's wedding in colorado, where i was completely surrounded by jehovah's witnesses. needless to say, i was a little bit traumatized from the event, but i think i've recovered rather well. the problem was that i'd had to buy this little dress at ross dress for less (love ross!) because i realized i didn't have anything even remotely appropriate to wear at a wedding with lots of god-fearing people. so the dress is cute, black with a big white flower pattern and decent cleavage. the problem was that every time i looked into my closet and thought about wearing it a terrible thing happened: all i could think about was sitting in the "congregation" during the wedding and hearing all this terrible stuff about the man being the head of the woman and the women's job being that of a "helper" and a "complement." so last night i was getting ready to go over to j.'s for our weekly playdate. i was deciding what to wear and thought, you know, this a is a cute dress...maybe i just need to go out and do something really naughty in it and then i can get over the whole jehovah's witness thing.

so in that spirit i put on exactly the same outfit (shoes, underwear) that i wore to the wedding and set off. when i told j. about the plan he was foursquare behind it and started plotting right away. the shoes had to go and i spread my legs wide so my ankles could be bound to a long piece of bamboo. a shorter length of bamboo was suspended from the ceiling at roughly waist height and he wrapped a towel around it. uh-oh, i thought...this is going to be a serious defrocking. and it was, it was...he tied my arms to the bamboo so that i could control my body placement a little but not overmuch. then he left to get his instruments of violation - a new really big knife, a metal kegelcisor, some lube, and, of course, his hands. i felt pretty dirty with my cute underwear down around one ankle, my bra undone and my skirt rucked up over my hips, getting fucked with all manner of things in several places. i swear, between him and rossi i'm going to turn into a butt slut. very, very nice...

i had fun putting myself back together afterwards. my hair was everywhere, i had lipstick smudges, my breasts were half hanging out of my dress - so satisfying! thanks j.!

and then i got home and mc said, "that's a nice dress..." moments later i had my face pushed into the bed, taking it in quite a different way from him. i was quite well taken care of last night.

dirty jehovah's witnesses...i'll smile now every time i see that dress...