It was manipulative as well as flat out fucked up blasphemous, the way he was blackmailing me for having caught me m*********** in a summer camp shower as a church camp counselor the previous summer. I had fallen for the manipulation and endured it because I believed it was my fault. I felt so helpless and trapped, and he just kept me brainwashed in the situation. To the point where it was common to wake in middle of the night to the sound of his footsteps aporoaching, in my head thinking please, not again, but resigned to the fate of his expectations. He controlled most of my life, even to the point of having me give him a key to my apartment as well as his holding a key to the locked chastity device he convinced me I should wear to stop sinning with myself. But still as I would hear his footsteps approach I would do as I was expected, wait on my knees, no words spoken as he fed me the communion wafer and gave me a small sip of communion wine, and opened my mouth to then be fed his c***, as he slowly fucked my mouth, knowing as he grabbed my head and held it that it was time, and eventually hearing his whispered “swallow, swallow.”