Chapter 4:

Sacred Risk & Training

The risk was growing, and so was my addiction.

During morning prayers in the crowded chapel, I knelt with the other sisters, hands clasped, trying to appear devout. Beneath my habit, a small, smooth remote vibrator nestled against my clit held in place by a thin leather strap Father Lucian had fastened around my waist the night before.

“Every time the bell rings, it turns on,” he had whispered while securing it. “You will not make a sound.”

The first ring came during the opening hymn. The vibrator buzzed to life against my sensitive clit. I bit the inside of my cheek hard, thighs...