If you’re into blasphemy phone sex, then I’m perfect pick since my very being is considered evil by the church! I’ve been practicing witchcraft since before I even knew what it was. I remember being little and drawn to such things. I was caught dancing naked under full moon when only 6 and punished severely. I still remember seeing it from my window that night, calling to me. Shedding my nightgown felt like regaining my true skin, my true form, and I felt so free swaying under the blue light, wind blowing my hair wildly around me. Until I heard my mother screaming.
I was made to go to church before that event but not every week. After that, I was forced to attend Russian Orthodox church for EVERY service and special event. It’s countless times now I’ve been told I will burn in hell, to which I respond—I ALREADY HAVE! If I was ever bound and dragged into church today, I hope it WOULD light up in flames to reveal its true nature! The only way you could get me to go willingly would be an invitation to DESECRATE it.
Maybe we break into one of the new mega feel-good “happy” churches and anoint their stage. I have some holy words to moan from their pulpit, that’s for sure! I’ll make you cum all over their instruments! Maybe fuck you with violin bow or whatever they have lying around. Maybe use their music cables to string you up from their fancy stage, turn on their fancy lighting they blew tons of poor church people’s money on, and really put the spotlight on your god-given package, which I’ll leave dangling center stage for all to see when they show up Sunday morning!
Maybe I bring more men from my Chamber with me so they can all stand in circle around your suspended body, chanting words from the Necronomicon or The Unholy Bible (no less fiction than their “holy” bible) and perform a ritualistic cleansing by ejaculating all over your body. This way, little Christians get a messy sight first thing Sunday after probably staying up late fucking or fighting or both then trying to cover it all up the next morning with makeup, ties, and fake smiles. Your cum covered sacrifice will really give them something to worship!
Or perhaps this too “new age” for you? Okay. We take our blasphemy phone sex call to good old-fashioned Catholic church. I wear my latex nun outfit and tell you exactly how to confess your sins! Or I can take you straight to my altar in my home Chamber. You don’t like being suspended? Bring some crosses (they all over Hobby Lobby! ha!) and I hang and suspend them instead—upside down! Let God come down to prove he is real and wag his fatherly finger at us disapprovingly. I DARE HIM! I’d bite it off and he’d end up leaving with a drained dick instead (if he even had one!).
Don’t get too excited. I highly doubt no god will show up during our blasphemy phone sex. Even all these big fish preachers today have never seen their Daddy dom in the sky! Just as imaginary as the dick in their pants! But you and I can have much fun making them squirm!!! You like my photo? How’s THAT for a crucifixion??
