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Click hereHi all! I wrote this a while ago, and thought it would be a nice intellectual accompaniment to my latest audio, "Forgive me, Father."
Hugs,
Josie
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A Sociological Treatise on the Patriarchy of the Roman Catholic Church
Or How My Faith Made Me a Masochist
There is no denying that the Catholic church is the most erotic, tempting, and succulent faith in the Western world. Saturated with eroticism and sadistic punishments through the centuries, the first time a woman gets down subserviently on her knees for a man, she is doing so within the walls of a Catholic church. Her eyes are emblazoned with the image of Christ nailed to the cross, on an impending crucifix that is the centerpiece of suffering at the Liturgy of the Eucharist. She drinks of the sacrificial blood given to her by a sinful man shrouded in pure white cloth, a man that she is told to call Father. The patriarchal organization treats her like a whore; images of Mary Magdalene, Delilah, Eve, are all flashed before her as Christian examples of womanhood. She is already the perpetual great sinner of the world because she has a cunt between her legs.
Without her knowledge, woman becomes the evil that cannot stop from happening. Every pleasurable thought, every sensual whisper, each caress of her delicate body is a reason for shame, guilt, and sadness. Guilt becomes like leather straps that mark and brand across her back and chest, sexual shame becomes the rocks hurled at her by the crowd that calls her slut, and she is bonded to her sins by the masochistic pleasure that she derives from her public humiliation for private trespasses.
For years, when she entered a man's place of worship, she had to cover her bare arms and her long hair, because it was tempting to the blameless men of the congregation. Long hair, a sign of sexual submission to a man, did not belong in the house of God but on her husband's chest when she lay on top of him at night. The wanton sinner could not flaunt her flaxen hair while kneeling in the pews, she might provoke a man out of his fake celibacy. Always, she is on her knees, feeling every lash of Christ's punishment inside of her thighs.
Most of the sexually dominant men I have had interactions with are or were raised Catholic. All their lives, they have witnessed the men being the dominant rulers of society, and specifically of the One Holy Apostolic Church. They are just taking their leads from the Catholic men that are always on center stage, while the women sit in the back pews, cloaked in black and protected by their shame.
Submission grants women their salvation. It is Mary Magdalene that subserviently washes Jesus feet and dries them with her long, beautiful hair. It is only after her submission can we perceive her as a saved woman. We watch Veronica wipe the face of Jesus in the sixth station of the cross, she accepts his blood and tears in this cleansing, sometimes erotic gesture.
It is said, in traditional sadomasochistic theory, that it is really the submissive that is in control. It is of this writer's opinion that this in invariably true. A wise older man once told me that it was women who held the church together through the millennia, though the priests stood on the altar with their sacrificial robes, the women of the cloth were the pillars on which the church stood. It is the female Catholic that is taught how to manipulate a man by her sexuality. From the time we are little girls in pure white dresses to the days we spent sneaking fleeting kisses behind the sacred tabernacle, we were taught that it was female sexuality that obtained the head of John the Baptist from an immoral man, female sexuality that took away Samson's impervious strength, innate female sexuality that tempted Adam into biting into the proverbial fruit of good and evil. Through biblical example, I have been taught that the way to get what I want from men comes from the heat radiating from my lustful womb.
As a young Catholic girl, I was taught that every sin of the flesh was a reason to repent, to confess my sins to a man that knew nothing about the desires of a young, succulent woman. For every delicious orgasm that rocked through my body, another lash of fire was struck against my soul, preventing me from eternal salvation. However, it is through submission that free will temporarily becomes the responsibility of another, and guilt is erased. It is in the satin collar that wraps around ones neck that deliverance is guaranteed and a lustful appetite can be innocently satiated. My sexuality wrapped in shrouds of carnal domination, a most derisive victory.
- COMMENTS
I'm a lifelong Protestant of an evangelical flavor, but this story resonates with me. Well said.
From my own experience growing up, Catholic girls were the first to take the pill and If they couldn't get their hands on the pill, loved having their pussies licked and were really into anal. I knew one girl, Angela Esposito who was technically a virgin at her wedding, but just about every guy in my HS had fucked her in her ass-hole.
A very thought provoking piece. I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you.
Brilliant. As a male that was raised catholic, this resonates deeply with me.
Short version =
I connected with your story but immediately wanted to hear it from mouth of the one that is able to write such a thing.
Your dirty fantasy's and the story above are amazing as written. But you telling the stories with your 'flair?' elevate you to a dirty story telling slut level above any that i have heard. Because of your amazingly dirty fantasies that i am loving, voice, passion and delivery, for the fist time I found myself imagining what a story teller looked like in public. I wonder how you decorate the body that delivers such hard fucking orgasms. A vibrator in you all day - really? i have wanted to get that shit handled for years. Weather your fit or fat your damn fucking sexy.
So on to my point... Your so engaging that i think the story above would become more real and alive if you narrated it. I read the story above (amazingly well done) and can picture myself as a boy in a pew fantasizing over the pretty girls then feeling ashamed for the sin. Again, I connected, but immediately wanted to hear it from mouth of the one that is able to think up, believe in, and write such a thing.
My thoughts went to the following - use it if it inspires you....
For withholding your voice from us on such an important subject, your daddy whom you willing submit yourself and body to, shall punish you in a way that makes you crazy. 9you know better than I) Maybe withhold his rod from you with only a vibrator deep in your ass. you can not cum for 3 days and then you will read your story while he slowly fucks his new wife in your view. Daddy, being a good catholic father, will further his discipline of you by not touching any part of his wanting servant until her sins are forgiven. 2 more days pass and his little whores aching holes go untended as she submitts to the orders from the one she serves and wants most to please. Her body tense with the need for orgams, wet dripping sweetness runs down her thighs. Daddy wont touch her till her sexy sin inspiring body is cloaked and kneeling before the figures that shaped the thoughts in her head. In the cold dark confessional she will confesses her blasphemous notions to the father optimist that years of kneeling and submitting her mind and covered body for approval and blessings made her submissive to men. And the teachings of the Bible showed her that women have power when they remove the cloaks, and place their hot wet swollen pussies on the bodies of the leaders of the church and the men of the world.
I gotta head out but the rest basically goes...
The priest tells you put your face to the whole in the wall and has you blow him and swallow it all. you are then to give him your panties but of course you have none. he ordered you to put your ass to the whole and submit your self for salvation or atonement but your no pantied fuck wholes are blocked by the chastity belt your father made to keep you pure. The priest orders you to get the key from your daddy or you will not be forgiven. Daddy then delivers you to the confessional and hands the priest the key. He ask the priest to ensure your salvation.....
As one who experienced the full indoctrination as a child, your insight hits home. It actually gives me a bit of new insight into my own complex sexuality. I've been enjoying, but grappling to understand my D/S urges for decades since I was a little boy in the pews. I used to blame the Church, but now I give thanks. And I could not agree more that the most creative and intense sexual partners are Roman Catholic refugees.
Et cum spiritu tuo.
And all the more convincing for it. I was brought up within a fairly austere form of Protestantism - not quite as 'succulent' as the Catholic faith so manifestly is. However, repression and the resultant heightening of eroticism is something I'm very familiar with. I thoroughly enjoyed your treatise (almost as much as I've been enjoying your audio offerings) and the erotic charge that ran throughout it!
It's so nice to hear a woman's perspective on what I've been saying for years... Women (or females of the species) control the real power. I call it the "POP" factor...(the POWER OF PUSSY). I have made a life-long study of how to pleasure women and I have found that arguably the greatest pleasure a woman can experience is the power of knowing that she is in total control of that moment in time. As the song, "Brass In Pocket" so aptly states..."...there's nobody else here...no body like me...I'm special...so special...I want to have some of your attention...give it to me!!!" To all woman of planet earth and Josie: Keep doing what you do best! Kisses!!! Love: Ron