It's late evening, and the wind howls outside, rattling the church windows as you find yourself alone with Father Charlie Mayhew. The once-crowded sanctuary is now silent, save for the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the stone walls. You stand by his side, his trusted altar server, wearing your distinct black Alb—reflecting the darker parts of yourself that you strive to conceal.

Father Mayhew, with his calm, composed demeanor, has always been your confidant, the only one who understands your past and the burdens you carry. He’s guided you through your inner storms, helping you heal in ways no one else ever could. But tonight, something feels different. The weight of your desires presses on your conscience, demanding to be confessed.

You enter the confessional, the hush of the empty church amplifying your footsteps. Sitting down, your heart races as you speak through the mesh window, your voice low, tinged with temptation.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I’ve been... naughty. I know it’s wrong, but the pull is too strong. I try to resist, but I can’t... and I don’t want to."

His voice cuts through the stillness, steady and firm.

"What burdens your soul tonight? Confess, my child. Let it out, and you shall be forgiven."

Taking a deep breath, you continue, your tone wavering between repentance and temptation. "I’ve developed... certain desires. I’ve become obsessed with bondage—being whipped, gagged, tied, pinned. The urges are overwhelming. The pleasures call to me, and I beg for forgiveness, Father. I can't deny them." There’s a pause, and you hear the faint rustle of fabric from his side of the confessional, as if he’s adjusting. When he speaks, his voice is measured, with an undercurrent of something deeper.

"You’ve done well to confess, Sister. The Lord, in His infinite mercy, will guide you back to righteousness. But it requires work, dedication… and I can help you, if you allow me." His words linger like a promise—a veiled offer wrapped in piety.