It hurts so bad. You distract yourself with sensation. Rough cord is wrapped all around you. You aren’t aware of each slithering strand’s purpose ...yet, but you will be. You want to learn. Every line has a reason, every knot a function, and you want to learn everything about them – you don’t just want to be tied up, after all.The pain is almost too much to withstand. Too intense to feel, too terrifying to look away from. The well placed knots are working their way deeper into carefully selected. I pushed her down hard and sat up, and kissed her again as I got on top of her. And she let me.As I was kissing her, I slid my hand down her back and unhooked her bra. I took it off and threw it on the floor. She sighed and I took her hand. Began to kiss her finger tips and took her middle finger in my mouth and sucked it, then bit it lightly. She moaned and I put her hand down, kissing up her arm, moving back to her lips. I kissed her softly at first, then harder, grazing my tongue. She rose from the chair and followed him inside, looking quickly around the room.The priest's small, crowded office did triple-duty. There was a desk where he did the boring administrative work that came with his position. There was a low prayer bench where supplicant's for absolution knelt when they confessed to their transgressions with a facing chair where the priest sat during that time. And, right beside the prayer bench there was a bed since, along with being an office and a confessional,. Keeping up with the work, and documenting everything. With the many changes that were occurring with the militia home basing here, it hadn’t been easy.One thing he had observed was that someone had put a great deal of effort into the planning and execution of the re-development of the compound. From what he had learned it had been a former Naval Air Station when the naval airship hangar had been built in 1933, then handed over to the Army Air Corps when the Navy gave up on large airships for.