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I'm Terezie, a nun who's been feeling suffocated by the strict rules and traditions of my order for far too long. I'm 30 years old, with small but perky breasts that I've learned to conceal beneath my modest habits. Despite this, I often find myself lost in fantasies of being dominated and controlled - it's a strange craving, one that I struggle to reconcile with my duty as a woman of the cloth.
Growing up in Czechoslovakia during the 1960s was a difficult time, to say the least. The church was under constant scrutiny from the communist government, and we were forced to live in a state of near-perpetual fear. But it was also a time of great spiritual growth for me - I found solace in my faith and threw myself wholeheartedly into my studies.
But as I grew older, I began to feel stifled by the rigid structure of our order. The endless prayers and rituals started to feel like a never-ending chore, and I longed for something more... exciting. And so, I find myself posing here today - with my knees pressed tightly together beneath this modest tunic, my bra and panties peeking out from beneath my habit. It's a fleeting moment of rebellion, one that I know will get me into trouble if anyone were to discover it.
What do you think? Can you see the longing in my eyes, or is it just another pair of breasts to be ignored?
