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Stopped confessing to priest
At the age of 12 as I used to **, one day I thought of confessing the act to the church priest. Ours was a monastery Friar Church and seeing the opportunity of noone further to confess I approached confession cubicle and telling some other minor sins told the priest that I used to do dirty things myself. To which he asked whether you ** after that act looking at my age. I said no. He gave something to pray for penance and thinking that whenever the priest sees me he may ask me are you still masturbating I stopped going for confessions.
My mom caught doing it me when I was 11 and I had to confess at church. That priest would always say high to me and started hanging out with my friends and I often. I ended off getting into a very sexual relationship with just as I turned thirteen that went on for two years in which I helped him involve two of my friends with us. It ended when my parents moved us out of state and into another parish. There is no God at all.
My mom had me go to confession to repent after she caught me masturbating at 13. He told me that he needed to see me privately in his office to help me further. So, I went with him.
We got into his office. He pulled a chair out to the middle of the room. Told me to come to him. He said I need proper discipline. He said to pull my shirt off. I did. He started ** my pants. He spotted that I had an **. He quickly pulled me over his knees and started spanking me. Telling me I needed to be disciplined for being such a naughty boy.
In between swats, he caressed my bottom asking me how and when I masturbated. He asked me what I thought about. I admitted that I had encounters with men spanking me and what they did to me afterward. He asked for details. I told him.
So, he had me get up and told me to kneel. He pulled out his ** and made me ** it. Then he bent me over the chair to take me from behind. I got dressed and left. My mom asked about what we did in the priest's office. I told her we talked and he had me pray.
She caught me with an ** and took me to the priest. She told him praying was not enough and that more had to be done. He asked what more do you want me to do. She said corporal punishment. So, she watched him spank me. I am sure that was what they both wanted. When I got an ** through all that and still had one, she said to make him understand.
The priest had me kneel and take his ** in my mouth and then from behind. I felt embarrassed. It would not be the last time she would have men do that to me.
When i finially made my First Holy Communion at 14,i had to wear the poofy,short sleeve,knee length communion dress and veil with the lace anklets and white maryjane shoes and a cloth diaper,plastic pants and tee shirt under my dress.After my party was over my parents went to the nursing home to visit the grandparents,so i was alone.My crush,who was 15,came and brought me a card.He got aroused seeing me in my outfit,saw the diaper and rubberpants under my dress and got me to my knees and told me to ** his **.A few minutes later he came in my mouth and i swallowed his **! A week later i confessed what happened to the priest and he was shocked!
After my dog licked my ** and I stroked his ** to **. I thought that was gross and decided to go to church for confession. I met our friendly middle aged priest and told him of my intention. Soon he asked me to enter the confession cubicle. After a brief prayer led by him I started narrating my case to him. In the dim light I could somehow see him behind the designed wooden curtain. He repeatedly asked me about what I felt being my dog licking my ** and what else I did. After a detailed description he asked me whether I had any intention to ** with him for which I felt embarrassed. I tried to look at him, in the little light on his side, I could guess he had removed his white robe aside and was furiously masturbating. I just left saying him 'thank you'. I never been to a church since then!!
Confession is a contradictory relic in my mind, especially since you don't know what the priest is concealing. I also think an earnest confession in private is just fine as long as you are sincere. Psychologists, therapists, and counselors are always available, as are bar room buddies and friends if you need to talk about your regrets for doing wrong. Priests have lost their standing as purveyors of great and holy wisdom. I don't hate them. I just don't trust them.
I feel sorry for catholic priests. The vast majority were wonderful caring people. Some were evil and weak. Yet the vindictive victims seeking a peace they will never find bring the whole lot down ably supported by the media and weak over sensitive supporters and people with a anti religious belief that makes the religious fundies look like liberals.
At least you recognised the inherent sinfulness of masturbation
It's free, no VD, great during lockdown, and can't get preg.
I would love to watch you **