Her crimson silk nightie did little to fight off the chill, but she found it so much more bearable than the warmer cotton alternative. Besides, this b...ing her last night she had decided to treat herself to this small extravagance. Relief swept through her as she made her way through the hall and downstairs to the kitchen. Her hand glided down the wooden railing as her eyes scanned about the lower level, everything was as she had left it. Maybe all her dreams had been for nought. She had chosen. We both know it’s coming but he always makes me wait. I feel it’s all part of his plan. After I think the longest ten minutes of my life my Master tells me to stand. I do straight away with my hands behind my back and boobs pushed out. He stands by one of the dining room chairs and demands I come over. I stand by it and he orders me to lean over it. I do of course but as I do I notice the straps on the legs. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands. He has honored us by agreeing to deliver the blessing and the sermon today." Pause. "Now we will all file into our pews." Pause. "Be silent. And conduct yourselves as children of Christ and as you were taught in the rehearsals. Don't forget to kneel and to stand at the proper intervals for a High Holy Mass. And remember at all times that the Monsignor is watching. I know you will make him proud of each of you, one and all."She nodded to a nun at the door, who shoved opened the vast carved. But now, as much as he would have liked a distraction, she was all he had to look at.No, he concluded. It almost felt cruel to think the thought, but it was true - he’d spent almost a year lusting after his friend’s mother, but even when he’d been deeply in lust with her, he’d been desiring a real person, flaws and all.The vision on her knees in front of him seemed somehow unreal. Her large breasts were unnaturally perky, her skin flawless - the cellulite that had done nothing to deter his.