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As I stand tall in my long, flowing habit, my eyes are drawn upwards towards the stained glass windows of this ancient church. It's a sight that never grows old to me, reminding me of the divine power that resides within these stone walls. My blonde hair is tucked neatly beneath my wimple, and my petite frame is clothed in the traditional garb of our order – a simple tunic over a flowing skirt.
Despite my monastic life, I find myself increasingly drawn towards thoughts of power and control. As a nun, I am accustomed to serving others and putting their needs before mine own. But deep within me burns a desire for something more...a longing for someone to take charge and guide me. Someone who can command my obedience and make my heart race with excitement.
It's a fantasy that I dare not speak aloud, lest it be seen as sinful or improper. But in the dead of night, when the church is silent and still, I find myself imagining what it would be like to surrender completely to someone else's will. To feel their strong hands upon my skin, their commanding voice speaking directly into my ear...and to submit fully to their every desire, no matter how extreme or demanding.
