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Guilty Conscience 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Name: Guilty Conscience
Rating: 4.5 (1 reviews)
Author: Rose Nichols

Rose Nichols·1 hr 23 min·Jun 20, 2026

For fans of Priest by Sierra Simone and The Sinner by Georgia Cates

LesbianSapphic

FemdomDisciplineOrgasm Control or Edging

READERS FELT™

Disturbed (100%)

Wrecked (50%)

Touch grass (50%)

She came to confess her sins. The Reverend Mother gave her a belt, a lesson, and a new kind of prayer. Grace thought she was broken. The dreams, the shame, the way her body betrays her—she came to Mother Margaret for absolution. But the Reverend Mother has other plans. A chastity belt to deny her. A rosary to focus her. And a lesson in how deeply she can beg. The more she resists, the more she craves. The more she’s punished, the more she needs. And when Mother Margaret finally unlocks the belt, Grace realizes the truth: her sin isn’t lust. It’s how much she loves the way it feels to be used.

Reader reviews

Fire

This read like a fevered parable into the forbidden. The torture of ones’s mind is always the most challenging to endure. Fantastic cover!

— Qblueheart

Reader's Felt^™

Deliciously disturbed

My heart hurts

““When you wake, Sister, do you find your hand between your legs? Do you allow it to linger?” Her words were anatomical, almost medical, but the intimacy of the question made Grace’s cheeks flush even more intensely. She shook her head; too quickly, too desperately.
“I try not to, Mother,” she stammered. “But sometimes I do, for a second, before I realize. Then I stop.”
“You touch yourself, then. Out of reflex, or compulsion. And this is what burdens you?”
Grace nodded, hands knotted so tightly her knuckles blanched. She hated herself for the involuntary memory of her own slick

Reader's Felt^™

Deliciously disturbed

Didn't know I liked that

“She closed her eyes, and finally understood what she wanted. She wanted to be used, to be emptied and filled, to have every ounce of her self scraped out and replaced with whatever the Reverend Mother wished to give her.
She wanted to be saved. Or destroyed. It no longer mattered which.”