BDSM Short Story... 6800 words. What happens when morals and mischieve collide? Omari finds himself at a crossroads when sin is what saves him. It all begins with one confession. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been months since my last confession. I have broken the 6th and 9th commandments...willfully, willingly, and incessantly. I'm professing not out of guilt or shame, but because I needed to tell saintly phantasms the secret of how fantastic it felt being caught in the widow's web and being bound, humbly submitting to captivity. Experiencing death by fang as I gave up the ghost, engulfed by dark light. I saw Heaven...touching nirvana. An earthly deity tempted me, and I poured out my soul generously as I laid upon the altar. A sacrificial offering...a penance for my fleshly limits. My limbs gave witness as I pleaded for forgiveness...but it fell on deaf ears. The sound of my demise was now seared in my memory. Lamenting the brevity of this blessed encounter. A doubter became a believer and receiver of sacred writ. Hallowed spaces now sit rent...fires drenched in holy water.
