“My family has money. I’m Charlotte Anne Kennedy.”“You keep repeating that as if you expect precise repetition to somehow give you a different...result. That never works. God, it would make my life so much easier if it did. Programming would be a piece of piss.”She looked blank.“Piece of piss – really easy,” I clarified. Despite her grovelling in the murky depths of the English language on television, she really wasn’t clued up on the slang.She paused for a long time, and when she spoke again,. Complete day passed and then I slept on sofa while I gave her my bed.Next day on Saturday we had planned on local sightseeing. So early morning when she went for bath I casually took her phone and started browsing her images. Happily for me I found her selfies in which ample boobs were visible. After watching the pics all I had to imagine was how her nipples will be and I could have easily masturbated. I then kept her phone down opened her laptop but it was password protected I tried two three. “I have decided,” I said. “Today is the day.”“I have been chosen?”“Yes,” I said, “But In order to join us, you must undergo our initiation ritual”“I accept your decisions, now and forever, Mother Superior,” she said.I placed the leather dog collar on her neck, attached a very short leash, and led her into the altar room adjoining the ritual bath. She stood before the mattress covered altar. Sister Kristin, Sister Lillian and Sister Eva were there to initiate our soon to be sister.“To consecrate. Small cries at first but growing louder in volume as the hard penetrating object continues to increase its pace, building the tension within as it penetrates her. Her cries begin to fill the room, her motions jerking on her bed, her skin covered in sweat from the exertion as she feels the pleasure building within. As her pleasure continues to build, she begins to grasp at nearby objects, her sheets, the bedside, anything on her bedside table as she feels the pleasure increasing and she needs.