The Night Priest’s Service

Transcript

Let's spend the night among the henna blossoms Let's go early to the vineyards Let's see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened If the pomegranates are in bloom There I will give you my love The mandrakes give off a fragrance And at our doors is every delicacy New as well as old I have treasured them up for you, my love Oh, I wasn't expecting a visitor You came at a wrong time though The sermon is already over Yes, I realize that having it at this time of night is, well, it's a little bit strange, isn't it? Thank you very much for joining, however, even if it's only for the last verses. Yeah, I can imagine you have questions, but I have a question for you first.

What made you come here, in the middle of the night, to this church? Ah, so you heard me preaching. Yes, so I hold the congregations in a night.

I think that when it is dark and the church is lit by candle fire, it has more of an emotional impact to me. Usually it isn't this empty. I'll have five or six people join sometimes.

I understand it is a bit strange, but I enjoy it, even though the church is quite empty at this time. So, besides the noise, what made you come to the church this night? You don't have to answer if you don't want to.

I see. Well, I'm glad you joined. As much as I do enjoy the solitude from time to time, preaching to an empty church can be a little boring.

Yeah, yes, I agree. This church is quite beautiful. It was built in the 1800s.

So it's quite new, but it's, I don't know, it has charm to it. I enjoy being here a lot of the time. Even during the daytime, I sometimes come here to pray, or I come here to listen to the sermons of other priests.

Did you enjoy me speaking? Yes. It's a, uh, it's a beautiful church.

It's a, uh, interesting part where we're at. Yes, the Songs of Solomon, exactly. That might be my favorite book.

No, no, as a priest, I have given up certain earthly pleasures, but it's written so beautifully that, yes, it's more like poetry to me. Mm-hmm. Oh, that? That is the confessional booth.

People come to the confessional booth to, mm, how do I say this? Say which sins they have committed. They can be anything, but what's good about it is that it helps you get things off your chest.

Yes. You can tell the priest anything and he will not judge you for it because judgment is reserved for the Lord. No, sorry, I don't mean to get all preachy.

Sometimes the language of the preacher comes out. Excuse me. Oh, you want to confess something? No, you don't need to be religious if you're not.

You can simply say what lies heavy on your chest. And even if you just want to talk, we can. I think it's a good idea.

Let's do it. Come walk with me. Yes, so I will be on the booth to the right and you will be sitting on the booth to the left.

No, don't worry about the formalities. You can simply tell me what ails you and I'll give you words of encouragement. Very well.

Are you ready? Yes. Okay.

So you can start off simply with the words. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. But if you don't want to, you don't have to.

It's simply a formality. Now you simply tell me what, well, what's bothering you and I'll give you a prayer. I see.

All right. I'm very happy you're telling me this. That's not something that's easy to confess.

That must have took a lot of courage. God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the Church, may God give you pardon and peace and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father and of the Son.

And of the Holy Spirit. Amen. And see, how was that? Yes, I can imagine the final prayer is a bit.

.. It might be a bit terrifying, but to me it gives comfort. I have said it many times and I've heard it many times.

Yes, even a priest can be in the seat that you are sitting in. I have told my sins to many a priest. Like what? Well, I don't know if I should say.

I really don't know if it's a good idea if I told you my sin. You make a compelling argument that you have told me yours, but as a priest, it's what I do. I don't know if.

.. Yes, you're right. No one would hear.

If I can confess, I feel both embarrassed and terrified to proclaim the sins that I have committed and my current sin. All right, very well. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

In the past, I was not a religious man. I had partaken in carnal pleasures. I was addicted to sex.

I. .. I was obsessed with people.

I was obsessed with their bodies. I. ..

I. .. Well, to put it crudely, I always wanted to fuck.

I always wanted to have sex. I had partners, and some of them were very accepting, but we would spiral. First, we would start with very, you know, simple acts, but we would spiral and spiral.

We would spiral and spiral until we became obsessed with each other, until our other responsibilities laid it away side, until we both crashed. But I wanted more. Always more.

The love that I lost, I would try and replace it with more sex. What was I into? I needed to degrade.

I would find pleasure in seeing the tears well up in my partner's eyes. To hurt them. Even talking about it, I find it hard to control myself.

It took me a long time to get on this journey to recovery. Yes, I found forgiveness in the eyes of the Lord. It was for my own mental good.

I became obsessed. It was all I could think about. I.

.. No, I'm not saying it's wrong. If it's acted out in a healthy way, it's fine, but it wasn't healthy for me.

Everything else didn't matter. Everything else didn't matter. The only thing on my mind was sex.

Thank you for listening. I hope you don't see me in a different light. What? The current sin? I don't know if I should.

All right. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. The moment you stepped into this church, I found myself attracted to you.

I hope I didn't cross any boundaries. What about you? The way you walked in, it.

.. Something about it. I haven't felt like that in a long time.

The way you move your body. The way you played around with your hair while you listened to me. The way your eyes fluttered when I talked to you.

It made me want to bend you down and. .. Let's not go there.

Hm? You want me to continue? I wanted to grab your neck, tell you how fucking pretty I did.

And then I wanted to spit in your mouth, gently slap those adorable little cheeks of yours. And look into your eyes and tell you you were being a fucking slut. Did you really think I wouldn't notice how fucking perfect your body is? I'm a man of flesh and blood.

It's only natural to be attracted to you. That slutty, perfect fucking body I. ..

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. That slutty, perfect fucking body I.

.. God. How could I resist? How could I resist punishing you? Are you turned on right now? I am.

And it scares me. Because when I'm like this, I don't know what I'm going to do. Do you understand? Do you? Yes.

I command you to touch her pussy. Do it. Hey, listen to me.

You're a fucking slut. I knew it the moment you walked into these sacred halls. You gave me some bullshit fucking reason why you came into this church, but I know the reason why.

You came into this church because my voice turned you on. Because you were enchanted by me. I could tell the way you looked at me, the way you moved your legs around.

I could tell you were getting wet just listening to me. Now, I know the reason why you clicked on this audio listener. Don't hide it.

What, are you covering your mouth? Don't cover your fucking mouth, whore. You're not keeping any secrets from me.

Tell me. Tell me what a pathetic fucking whore you are. I know.

I know, I know, baby. You don't have to be ashamed of it. Don't worry, don't worry.

It's fine to be pathetic. It's fine to be so fucking embarrassing. To moan like you do like a bitch in heat.

Hey, hey. Don't get carried away. You're still talking to a priest.

That should be worth something, right? Trying to think for a moment what you're doing. You're touching your cunt inside a confessional booth.

So what else do you want to confess to me? Come on. Say it.

Confess to me that you've wanted me this entire time. Say it. No, keep going, keep going.

Fuck your pussy properly for me and say who you belong to. Me? No, I don't believe you.

Keep saying it. Chant it. You, you, you good girl.

What would you give for me to be in a booth with you right now? Anything? What would you do for me to worship and punish you? All right, you said it, princess.

Don't blame me for what happens next. Hey, what are you looking at me for? You're having such a good time by yourself.

Why look at me? Come on, keep going. No.

You want me. Hey, hey, hey, let me touch your face a little bit. Let me touch your face.

Oh, your face is so beautiful. Beautiful. Those fucking lips.

Don't fucking mess with me. You wanted me in this fucking booth. Why the fuck are you not sucking my cock already, you cunt? Come on, come on, come on, come on.

There you go, there you go. Unzip it. You want it.

Why deny it? Oh, did that hurt? Did that little slap hurt? I don't give a fuck.

Do what you're meant to do, you fucking whore. There you go. I knew you were good at this.

Take it slow, take it slow. No need to, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

No need to rush. You don't need to rush, baby. Come on.

Just slowly lick your tongue off my cock. There you go. Fuck.

And then down. Good, keep doing that, keep doing that. Oh, fuck.

You're such a fucking slut. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, hey.

Are you touching yourself again? Did I tell you to touch yourself? No, right? No, no, no, no.

So why are you fucking doing it? No, you wanted to do it. You wanted to touch yourself, yeah? No, that's not how this works, baby.

That's not how this works. I think we need to make some things clear here. You don't control your body anymore, I do.

And when I tell you to touch yourself, you touch yourself. And when I tell you to stop touching yourself, you stop touching yourself. And you don't get to do anything without my fucking approval.

Do you get that? Don't just nod your fucking head. Do you get it? Yeah? Okay.

Say yes, sir. Yes, sir. Good, good, good, good.

You're starting to get it. Suck my cock again. Come on, come on.

Suck my fucking cock again. Oh, fuck. Oh, your mouth feels really good.

Has anyone ever told you how good your fucking mouth feels? I think this mouth is just perfect for my cock. Don't you agree, baby? Hey, answer me.

Answer me, answer me. Do you agree that we're perfect for each other? Yeah? Yeah, I agree too.

I think once I've trained you just a little bit, I think you're going to be perfect for me. I think this face, this fucking face is gonna be perfect for me. I think this face is perfect to suck my cock.

To say all those embarrassing little things you don't want to say to anyone else but me. Yeah. Come on, you can take more.

You can take more. Good girl. Fuck, yes.

Oh, God. I think the more I degrade you, the more excited you get, huh? Isn't that right? Isn't that right, dumb little fucking slut? Isn't that right? You're such a fucking idiot, swallowing on my cock so fucking greedily.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby. What's that? What's that? You're trying to say something.

What are you trying to say? Come on, speak up, speak up, speak up. You can't.

I know you can't because I have my hand on the back of your fucking head. What?