“As a young girl, I always tried to keep my thoughts and actions pure so that I’d be worthy to go to the temple. I had no idea that inside the temple my body and my mind would be violated, degraded and abused.



Is it because I violated my covenants and let Brother Hart have sex with me? Or do all Mormon girls get subjected to this filthy humiliation when they go through the temple?



The worst part of it all is that I’m discovering that I actually like the pain and the shame. The more it hurts, the harder the men and girls use me, the better it feels. I’m a slut for punishment.



Now that I know I like it rough, will Brother Hart be able to give me what I want? He’s such a good, gentle man — that’s what made me fall in love with him in the first place. But can he call me names, slap me, spit on me, and beat up my pussy the way I need?



I only let him fuck me that first time because he promised we’d be married. But do I want to marry him? I’m ashamed to admit to myself that while I punished my own pussy on the priesthood stretcher, I was thinking about the other girls abusing me, and that when I thought about President Oaks I came immediately. Brother Hart didn’t even cross my mind.



If he wants to win back my affection, he’s going to have to show me that he can dominate me the way I like. I’ve been called back to the Mercy Seat and I’m ready to submit to anything he wants. When I walk into the room I see that Brother Hart has been joined by President Oaks and Brother Tanner. I’ll have to wait and see which of them is man enough for me.”