Listener names: “Father” (mistakenly), little appetizer, pet, sugar lips, ordinary human, (weak and easy) prey, dirty little sinner, babycakes, squirt, sweetcheeks, booty-call, sweet little livestock, my food, dummy, tiger, soldier, cum-factory, puddle-pants, peeping pretender
Listener body parts: Face, hands, sides, “life force”, eyes, brain
Speaker names: Filthy sinner, virgin, good girl, demon temptress, terrible demoness
Speaker body parts: Legs, head, “flower/nether region”, “juices”, hands/fingers, lips, horns/”handlebars” (bone & keratin), “your seat on the ride” (face)

{SUBLIMINALS}

Touch, touch, touch yourself, fuck yourself, make it tingle, make it wet, make it clench, you know you want to, you are mine, look, look, together, squeeze, rub, stroke, pinch, cum, cum, pop, do it NOW, do it HARD, do it FAST, do it AGAIN, do it AGAIN, do it AGAIN, NOW, NOW, NOW

(Enter booth)

H-hello… Forgive me… This is my first confession… I’m sorry if I do it wrong…

Oh, right, uh–

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Um, so do I just go ahead and say it…? Just… Like that? Right off the bat?

Um… It’s really embarrassing… Or rather… I fear it may be too great a sin… To be forgiven…

Oh, please, be patient with me… Don’t leave… Or um, talk… I don’t think I can get through this if I hear your voice, Father… Please don’t judge me… I know you’d say you won’t, but, if I hear any trace, or hesitation, or pity, I.. Don’t think I’ll have the strength to reveal myself before you and God. Even just thinking about the look on your face is making it.. Hard…

I hope that isn’t too disrespectful of a request… It’s just… The only way I can do this… Please allow me to do my penance so I may atone for what I have done and in what I have failed to do, through my fault, through my most grievous fault… I…

Have failed, Father… To resist the whispers of the Devil and his temptations of the flesh.

Please, Father, please remain silent. I don’t want to hear your voice right now. I can’t bring myself to allow it. Please just let me finish first.

… Yes… I’m.. not.. finished…

For my hedonistic immorality is only the catalyst… For my heaviest sins.

So… Heavy… I need to relieve myself of this burden… I need it now…

Please bless me, Father, for what I am about to confess.

I have committed… Countless sins of the flesh… Impurity… Sensuality… M-masturbation… S-sodomy…

But, gravest of all… I lack.. Shame.

I have derived.. Immense pleasure… From the perception and violation of others…

Like, um… When I… Touch myself… At.. home… I don’t even do it in my bed, under the covers, in secret… I… Do it on my.. balcony… Where anyone could see or hear me if they wanted to… Or, not…

One time, when I was out there on my balcony, doing, you-know-what, I saw one of my upstairs neighbors on his balcony – an older man, who I’ve briefly met – looking down at me. Staring. His wife has been ill and fragile, so I don’t blame him for being curious.

Shh, please, just let me finish… I have a lot to unload.

I just… Stared back up at him. And usually, when people see me notice them, they quickly turn away their heads, but he just kept staring at me. And I liked it. I liked that he couldn’t pull his attention away from me. I liked that he was blatantly betraying his wife, knowing I could just walk upstairs and snitch. Or perhaps in that moment, we internally shared a mutual agreement. Keep this a secret between us.

And I couldn’t really see him, at least not his body, but I remember hoping that he was touching himself too, as he watched and listened to me touching myself. I moaned even louder, intentionally putting on a show, now that I knew I had an audience. I lifted my legs over my head to give him a clear view of my… Um, f-flower… So he could see everything I was doing to myself. I don’t know what comes over me… In those moments… Because, well, as you can tell, it’s not really a subject I’m comfortable talking about…

But, I’m trying to be as specific as possible to create a thorough confession. You’re the only person I can talk to about this… I’m sure you hear a lot of ugly details all the time in this booth… I mean, you are here to listen.. to help.. to mediate between God and penitent… Listening to such depravity is for the sake of your sacred duty, nothing.. nefarious or perverse, I know… But still, I imagine it can become quite heavy… It seems hard… And so, I feel kind of bad… That in my attempt to repent and cleanse my soul of this burden, I… Feel really… Good, and tingly… And… A part of me.. Wants you to get nefarious and perverse ideas from these impure confessions…

I– I mean! I’m just trying to be open and honest with you, as brutal as it may be… I know this is all part of the process.

Although, I fear that this self-mortification is only fueling my sin even further… Sinking… Deeper into depravity… I mean, even leading up to this, I think a part of me was eager to expose my debauchery to you. In the eyes of God Himself. I was… Excited… Even just thinking about coming here this morning… I…

I t-touched myself.. and I didn’t clean up after myself… Mhm.. Right before I came here… I just got dressed and left. My.. panties are… really wet… And I can still smell myself on my fingers. I’ve been.. leaving t-traces of my juices on everything I touch, not caring, or even, hoping.. to befoul the skin and senses of unsuspecting innocents… and I.. I feel no guilt. I think I may even… love it… But I know it’s wrong because that’s what you teach, Father.

So why does it feel so good? I’m stinking up this booth as we speak, and it brings me joy to think that the musk seeping into the wooden walls will linger and violate the noses of others who come to confess their sins after me. That it will push them into the throws of a carnal obsession just like mine…

Or… That maybe, it has permeated the screen between us by now… And that you can smell me.

I-I’m so sorry, Father… I must confess… I’ve… Been touching myself as I speak… I couldn’t.. Help myself… I’m.. such a filthy sinner.

There you are, listening, trying to understand my impious wickedness with Godly care and patience, and here I am, taking advantage of your attention… It fills my, um, nether region, with tingly warmth, and then it’s like my hands behave on their own.

How can I repent for a sin I can’t stop myself from repeating, even here?

I’ve prayed to God again and again for guidance… For strength… But I don’t know if the wisdom I receive is His, or.. from The Tempter… I just hear these whispers… All the time… Telling me, urging me: “Touch, touch, touch yourself, fuck yourself, make it tingle, make it wet, make it clench, you know you want to, squeeze, rub, stroke, pinch, cum, cum, do it NOW, do it HARD, do it FAST, do it AGAIN, do it AGAIN, do it AGAIN, NOW, NOW, NOW–“

S-sorry for the crude language… That’s just what it’s saying….. All the time…. It’s all I can think about…

According to your teachings, Father, God would never condone, let alone exhort the works of the flesh… But it does make me think… What if.. it is His voice..? What if we’re supposed to enjoy the bodies He graciously gave us? He loves us… Isn’t this intimacy what people do when they love and embrace each other in holy union? Why can’t I do it with God, who’s supposed to be my number one Love?

If He is calling upon me to pull down my panties right now, shouldn’t I Obey..?

Shhh, please don’t speak, Father, I’m trying to listen to God.

He’s saying that you should witness me… Hear me… See me…

You know I wouldn’t mind that… It’s a little embarrassing with you, Father, but… It would be an honor…

A part of me was already hoping that you would peek through the screen to catch me in the act… There’s nothing wrong or adulterous with simply looking… I think… I mean, if God is saying so…

I won’t tell anyone… I won’t even look…

You have.. all of the plausible deniability in the world… I wouldn’t even know if you were looking, or.. petting at your robe right now… Rubbing yourself through the all of those layers… You wouldn’t technically be touching yourself… Or even me.

I wouldn’t know… I wouldn’t mind… Neither does God… He says it’s okay if you want to touch yourself too… He says…

It’s okay.. To.. Drop your pants, if you want, and… Listen with rapture… Experience.. my.. Euphoria~

D-do you want to…? Take off your pants and– Am I … Worthy of Father’s holy Lust? Am I doing good..? Am I doing this right..?

Shhh… Don’t speak… Just… Answer my questions with your actions… Witness.. me… Hear me… See me… Join me… Touch with me… Touch for me… Please look.. Please look… Please look at me… It would be so heavenly, Father…

I hope I’m doing a good job for you… I want to please you… I want to please God…

T-thank y-you f-for taking the time to listen to me and help (“fuck”) me… I knew you’d know what to do… You always align yourself with… God…

Hnnn.. The whispers are getting louder… Stronger… They’re telling me.. He’s… Saying… It’s time to d-deflower m-me…? Y-yeah, I’m still a v-virgin.. I at least haven’t gone t-that f-far… I’ve been a good girl, I’ve been a good girl, I’m Obeying, I… Obey the whispers… I.. Obey… Obey… Obey.. God…

I.. I can’t make it stop… They’ve never been this deafening before… They usually s-subside a l-little when I Obey… Maybe it’s because you’re h-here… Channeling G-god… Oh God… Oh, w-wow… God really does w-work in mysterious ways… H-he s-says that… I can secure my bond with him through y-you… It makes perfect sense…

I think this is just what I needed… Yes… Thank you Father… Thank you, thank you, thank you!

You will help me, right? Help me… Help me grow my relationship with Him– Deflower me on His behalf–

(BREAK THROUGH PARTITION)

Please– Take–

— Huh?

Oh~~! You’re not the priest~

What are you doing in here~?

I suppose I can Drop the act~

You are just as naughty as me~

Maybe even worse~

Here I was, aiming to corrupt a goody-two-shoes priest, but.. It turns out I was wasting energy on someone who didn’t need any of my help~

How boring~

That’s too bad… I was really hoping to enjoy some sweet, fiery, freshly corrupted seed today… But no.. Just you… But I built up quite an appetite in here, so you’ll have to do, little appetizer~

Shhh, pet… There’s nowhere to run… Nowhere to hide~ … You’ve already done so much of the work for me~

All I have to do is…

(Kisses)

Thanks for getting yourself all ready for me, sugar lips~

Were you being a good little pet and touching yourself for me~?

Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything anymore… Just relax~

It’s all you can do anymore~

You might be able to notice it… (kiss) Each kiss (kiss) Drains you (kiss) of a liiittle bit of energy~ (kiss)

Every (kiss) single (kiss) time~ (kisses)

I’m a little low on power at the moment, but since you’re just an ordinary human and not a priest… You are weak and easy prey~ (kiss)

Sitting in the priest’s seat already makes you such a dirty little sinner~… (kiss) And now you’re laying a demon temptress in it~? Tsk tsk tsk~

Naughty, naughty~~! (kiss)

And yes, that does make me a succubus, in case you hadn’t put it together yet – and I wouldn’t have been surprised, considering how weak your aura is~ (kiss)

Which means… (kiss) Every kiss (kiss) from my lips (kiss) sucks out (kiss) a little bit of your life force (kiss)

Not too much… (kiss) Just enough to make (kiss) your (kiss) body (kiss) nice (kiss) and (kiss) limp~ (kiss)

Well… Most of it~ (kiss)

Just a little more… (kiss) Nothing more… (kiss) Or your weak little body would perish before I get the chance to harvest what I need~ (kiss)

I’m not going to kill you~ (kiss)

Yet~ (kiss)

Oh, don’t be so afraid~! Hell isn’t all that bad~

Maybe I’ll see you again down there~

Of course you’re going to Hell, you dirty sinner~!

I’m giving you a personal invitation~ (kisses)

(WET NOISES)

My little performance really seemed to do the trick… You are absolutely dripping, babycakes~ … But anything would probably work on you, squirt~! You’re practically begging to be fondled and fucked~

Maybe I’ll let you live, so I have a reliable supply for times like these when my reserves are low~

That should be an easy deal for you, sweetcheeks~! (kiss) Being drained, down, down, down… to the brink of death, and repeatedly resuscitated, up and down and down and up… Keeping you barely alive, just for food… Is an insignificant price to pay to be my booty-call~

Hell, for you, it’s probably a bonus perk~!

Am I wrong~? (kiss)

How desperately Lustful can a person be~?

I know, I’m not one to talk, but… I’m not a person~ (kiss)

I’m a terrible demoness who you should be very afraid of~ (kiss)

But you’re just laying there~ (kiss)

Why don’t you fight for your life, hm~? (kiss) Oh, that’s right~… You can’t~! (kiss)

Every kiss makes you so tired~ (kiss) Kills you a little~

But I won’t let you die, my sweet little livestock~

I’ll bring you back up… Right after I finish devouring you~

I just have such a terrible habit of playing with my food~… But that just means you get to stew in this state of Euphoria even longer~ (kisses)

You don’t mind that at all, no~… (kisses)

Your scent is getting sweeter and sweeter, the closer my lips inch down your body… (kisses) The closer you inch toward your death… (kisses) The lovely scent of fear… (kisses) Is being snuffed out by the sweet smells of arousal and exhilaration~ (kisses)

And as for your taste~….

(wet sloppy kisses)

Mmm~… Still have enough energy in you to shiver, huh~? Good to know~…

Are you trying to prove me wrong about being weak~?

You’re already my prey, dummy~

Grab onto my horns, Tiger… Like handlebars~

Mhm~ (kisses)

I want to see the moment when you lose the strength to cling onto the ride~

When your hands Drop and fall to your sides, signaling your total defeat as your life force becomes mine~

(kisses)

Oh~, you quite like my horns, huh~? … Yes, they are rather pleasant-looking, aren’t they~?

These sharp, ebony spirals of bone and keratin sure do catch a lot of attention… They almost appear to.. Spin… When I start to get a little.. Enthusiastic~ (kisses)

Spinning… (kiss) Sucking… (kiss) Pulling in your gaze.. Locking you safely into your seat on the ride, firmly mounted on my strong, warm lips~ (kisses)

Your empty, blissful little smile is almost kind of cute~ (kisses)

So mindless.. You might not even notice the moment you lose your grip… The moment you Explode in Euphoria~ The moment you lose consciousness, (kiss) and die (kiss) for just a second~

Before you know it, you’ll be wide awake, and this will all feel like a strange fever-dream that you can’t quite discern from reality~ (kisses)

You’re barely lucid right now… As you stare into my hypnotic, twirling handlebars~… (kisses)

It can be hard to grasp something that dances and eludes your eyes~ (kisses)

First, your hands… Drop…

Then you Explode, and then, Euphoria~

Fading from consciousness… Losing yourself into my spiral…

Drop (kiss)

Explode~ (kiss)

Euphoria~ (wet sloppy kisses)

Dead… And then wide awake~

As if nothing ever happened~

But first…

Staring… (kiss) Spinning… (kiss) Sucking… (kiss)

Drop (kiss)

Explode~ (kiss)

Euphoria~ (kisses)

It’s all too much for your simple, mortal brain~ (kisses)

Staring… (kiss) Spinning… (kiss) Sucking… (kiss)

Drop (kiss)

Explode~ (kiss)

Euphoria~ (kisses)

Mmmm~! Yes~! That’s the stuff~

Give it to me, pet~

(moans & kisses)

Staring… (kiss) Spinning… (kiss) Sucking… (kiss)

Explode~ (kisses)

Feed me~~ (kisses)

Just like that~ (kisses)

Give (kiss) me (kiss) everything~~

(moans & kisses)

Mmmm~! Hello, soldier~

Well that was… Interesting.

Certainly not the meal I expected when I stepped into the booth…

Hey… Blink twice if you can hear me, pet.

…

Take a deep breath… You’re alive… This time… Don’t make me regret this.

I can easily just kill you if you do~ (kiss)

So, if you want to live, and do this again, take care of yourself. Keep yourself healthy, alive, and celibate. Save all of your sweet, lively energy for me. (kiss) Got it?

You did just die… So take extra good care of my cum-factory, alright, cum-factory?

Start by getting some water to drink, and get lots of beauty rest, okay~?

Now go, before I change my mind. I’ll be back… Whether I decide to keep you or finish you off.

Don’t worry… I’ll be able to find you. I know your scent very well now, puddle-pants.

Oh, and one last thing…

(ORIGINAL VOICE)

I won’t forget what you did, you peeping pretender.

But God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son, has reconciled the world to himself, and poured out the Holy Spirit for the forgiveness of sins; May God grant you pardon and peace. I hear His whispers, and I absolve you from your sins… in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen~