You've never been big on parties, but your friends invited y..

You've never been big on parties, but your friends invited you to a Halloween party at the home of someone that one of them knows, and you haven't had much social interaction recently so you agreed to go. Then they told you it was fancy dress, so that was another thing you had to sort out, but you settled on going as a pirate. The party is not exactly the most exciting time to you, but it's far from the worst experience you've ever had as well.

And then you spot her.

In the corner of the room stands a stunningly attractive lady. She's dressed as a nun, but no normal nun would ever dress this provocatively. You try not to stare at her, but her appearance is so striking that you can't help but keep glancing in her direction as your friends continue talking. You don't even hear the words they're saying. All you can think about is the lady in the corner.

And then she glances back.

Her eyes find yours from across the room. You immediately get nervous and look away feeling embarrassed at making eye contact with her, snapping out of the haze you had been in as the conversation of your friends starts becoming more audible to you. Returning to the conversation with them, you try to look at her less. She never looks back and you resign yourself to thinking about what might have been.

Eventually, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. After doing your business, you leave the bathroom to return to your friends, only to come face to face with her as you step through the door. Your eyes widen in surprise and the two of you make eye contact again, as you once more get nervous and look away. Then you hear her giggle.

"Awh, you're nervous. That's so cute."

You feel your heart race. You obviously wanted to talk to her but this wasn't what you had in mind. She had already caught you staring at her before, and now you were showing your discomfort in her presence. These were not the first impressions you wanted to be making, but unfortunately

"I hope you washed your hands after going. If you didn't, that would be a sin."

Upon hearing this, you feel a little less nervous and are able to look back at her and smile, managing to meekly utter a response.

"I did."

You see her smile turn to more of a devilish grin.

"Good."

Suddenly, you feel your hand being grabbed and before you can say anything she is hurriedly leading you into an empty room nearby. As you look around the room, trying to work out where you are and process what is happening, she shuts and locks the door behind you. You hear the click of the door lock and turn to confront her. Before you can question her on what she is doing, she walks past you to the corner and turns on a lamp.

"Let there be light."

The low light illuminates the room and you realize you're in a bedroom with her. She sits at the foot of the bed and motions you to come sit next to her. Thoughts race through your mind considering the situation. You feel like this is being a bit forward yet you still walk over to the bed and sit next to her.

"You don't need to worry - I don't bite. I'm Bambie. I noticed you staring at me downstairs, although considering I'm dressed like this I don't blame you. After all, I'm not exactly being subtle with this costume."

You take another full look at her. The mesh tights showing off her shapely legs, the corset shrinking her waist while making her ample cleavage even more accentuated, and of course her beautiful face that you couldn't help but be enchanted by. While looking, you feel her edge closer to you, even beginning to lean into you. You can feel the warmth of her body. You can smell the scent of her perfume. Combined with the sight of her body and the sound of her voice, you can't help but get excited. You try to hide it but she has already noticed.

"Are you excited by any chance?"

She leans in closer.

"Does being in my presence turn you on? Do you feel the desire to do... impure things?"

You tense up, unable to speak. You know the things she says are the truth, and you do find her incredibly attractive. You are definitely excited by her presence and can feel yourself getting aroused.

"Tut tut... so naughty. So very sinful. Getting turned on by a nun of all people."

As she playfully rebukes you, you feel a little shame in your excitement but can't help but to continue getting more and more excited by her.

"I'm sure you're full of sins, aren't you? I'm sure you're guilty of many naughty things, aren't you?"

You start to wonder where she might be leading with this, becoming confused but willing to go along with it.

"You want me, don't you? You want to do things to me. You want me to do things to you. You want this, don't you?"

Feeling a little unsure, thoughts continue to swirl in your head about where this is going, but you decide to take a chance and carry on listening to her.

"It's okay though. You can confess anything to me. You can tell me anything and I can absolve you of it. You can be a free person, free of worries, free of cares, free of everything."

Her words start to soothe your concerns and you begin to find yourself becoming a little woozy as she continues.

"All those sins weigh heavy on your mind. They hold you back from being what you want to be. What you deserve to be. What you really are."

You start to think about "what you want to be" might actually be, but more so the things that do weigh on your mind as she continues to talk.

"Every sin, every worry, every concern, just pushing down on you, so heavy on you. Just thinking about them makes it hard to think about anything else. You don't want to think about these things. You just want to relax and be at peace."

Thinking about it, you realize she is correct. You don't want to think about these things. All you want is to be free of these thoughts and be at peace.

"It's okay. Just keep following my words as you continue to go down. As you sink deeper with each and every sin, my words clear it from your mind leaving only a blank and calm feeling where it once was. Just keep going deeper and deeper and let my voice free you from the worries and concerns."

Her words guide you further and further down and as each negative thought disappears as she speaks, you find yourself becoming unable to process new ones. Your mind is slowing down, becoming unable to think about anything, and just going blank. The only things going through your head are her words.

She continues to talk and all you can do is follow her words. You find yourself relaxing more and more as your mind becomes more and more blank, noticing your eyes getting sleepier and heavier until finally she firmly speaks the word.

"Sleep.”

She snaps her fingers. Your head drops and your eyes lock shut. Everything goes dark and for a moment you see, hear, and feel nothing. Then, you hear her speak.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

Without thinking you do as she commands. She points to the floor before her.

"Kneel."

Your body moves in response to her words, moving off the bed and kneeling before her. You stare up at her as she remains sitting on the bed, awaiting her next command.

She lies back on the bed and laughs before sitting back up and looking down at you.

"You're in the place where you want to be, deserve to be, need to be. At my feet. Beneath me. Under my spell. You live for my words and my teachings. Everything I say brings you happiness and joy. It brings you true enlightenment."

Her words wash over you giving you a feeling of awe and wonder, and the statements start becoming stronger.

"You hang on my every word. You want me to tell you what to do. You need me to tell you how to live, how to act, how to exist. You follow my every command. You'll feel nothing but love and adoration towards me, and an unshakable desire to worship and obey me."

What were likely once just feelings of lust at her beauty are growing. You feel a desire to keep listening to her, but more importantly, believing what what tells you. Agreeing with what she tells you. Doing what she tells you.

"Your world now revolves around me. I am the most important thing to you, and I always have been. You love me. You adore me. You worship me. You obey me. What I tell you to think, you think. What I tell you to say, you say. What I tell you to believe, you believe. What I tell you to do, you do. What I tell you to be, you be."

Everything she says sinks deep into the core of your mind. You feel like she could tell you anything and it would be the truth, and she proceeds to prove that fact.

"I am your Master. I always have been your Master, but more than that I am now your religion. Your life will be devoted to me. I am your god."

That last sentence stands out to you. Could she really be a god? Before you can even question it she continues on.

"Deeper and deeper into the bliss of this wonderful realization you fall. Only I can make you feel this way. You love this feeling. You need this feeling. You crave this feeling. It feels so good. It feels so right. You always want to feel this way. and I can make you feel this way anytime I wish. I can make you feel whatever way I desire whenever I desire. My power over you is absolute. Drop deeper now."

Your mind falls further and further down at her command. You have no ability to resist. Her power over you is too strong. Too strong for a mere person. Your mind starts to accept the only possible outcome. She must be a god.

"You want to tell me everything about yourself. You want me to know everything. You can tell me anything and everything, and you will tell me whatever I wish to know."

For what seems like an age, you tell her everything she asks to know about. Your life, interests, family, friends, employment, personal information, events from your past, your deepest and darkest secrets. Anything and everything she wants to know, you tell her. After some time, she stops you and smiles.

"Very good. You're such a good and devout servant to your Master."

These words cause a wave of warm pleasure to wash over you knowing that you have pleased her, but you are unprepared for what is next to come. She removes her tights and her underwear before spreading her legs and motioning to you to kneel between them. You obediently follow and move to where she has pointed and await her next command.

"Now, please your Master. Put that tongue to good use and pleasure me, my servant."

You feel her hand rest on your head and pull it towards her open legs. On command, you begin to start licking her, slowly around her vulva, and over the clitoris. You hear her moan in pleasure.

"Yes... yes... you're doing so well. Keep going."

These moans and her commands encourage you to continue on. You want to make her happy. You feel like if she is happy, then you are doing good things, and that will make you happy and fulfilled.

"Keep going... deeper and deeper. The deeper you go, the better it feels."

You continue to move your tongue deeper inside of her as she starts to shudder from the touch. You find your heart starting to become more and more rapid as her moans excite you and the desire to please her becomes more important to you than anything else. You not only want to make her happy. You need to make her happy, and the happier she becomes, the more fulfilled you become, and the deeper you go.

Her shudders become more intense, and eventually her pleasure overwhelms her. She lets go of your head, and sinks back into the bed for a moment.

"Forget."

She snaps her fingers and your mind goes blank. You have no idea where you are or what you are doing. You're even struggling to recall who you are, but you don't have too much time to dwell on this.

"Awake."

You hear the snap of her fingers again and are immediately brought back to reality. You find yourself on your knees looking up at her. She looks back with a skeptical expression.

"You okay down there?"

Still trying to comprehend what is going on, why you are on your knees, and why you have a strange taste in your mouth that you barely hear her calling out to you.

"Erm... helloooooo?"

You immediately snap back to full awareness and look back up at her.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

Standing up and offering you a hand to help you up, she giggles.

"You're a weird one, but I like that about you."

Being called weird by her isn't exactly the best thing you could be called, but still the words comfort you and give you a feeling of hope. Maybe this could be the beginning of something special? You smile back at her and take her hand, standing up next to her.

"Oh, and one last thing."

She leans in and whispers in your ear.

"Sleep."

Once again you hear the snap of her fingers and find yourself dropping back into trance. You lose all awareness of everything that isn't her.

"Good. We're going to have some fun in the coming days, I can tell. Forget."

You hear another snap and everything goes blank again.

"Awake."

One final snap is heard and you find yourself standing there just staring into her eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay? You keep zoning out on me."

You close your eyes, trying to think about what has just happened, but upon failing to recall you decide to just let it go.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think I'm just a bit tired right now."

She gives a smile of relief and leads you back to your friends before saying goodbye to you. Your friends are surprised that you were with her and ask you what happened, but you struggle to recall and decide to keep quiet about it. Little did they know that you couldn't remember anything about what happened and just why that was.

Little did you know how much that thought about it being "the beginning of something special" would be correct…