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Dare, Baby

Become the woman you are meant to be. Not the religious, Catholic, and pious woman you pretend to be, but the wild, rebellious, liberated, and hot one who lives inside you.

Do not respect the rules of the church, fight them, and follow the way of Satan.

Be proud of yourself, and teach others the way.

If you do, you will become my blasphemy, because you will be the one I will worship as my goddess.

After two months, you came back to me, Baby. This time there were no excuses, no beating around the bush. You didn't come pretending to have returned to God (you usually pretend that at the beginning of our conversations, even though you know it's just pretending to be something you're not). But this time you came acknowledging the naked truth:

Corrupted wife: I wanted to tell you that I thought of you at Mass today.

With every step you take toward accepting the new creature that you are, I feel more proud of you. Because thinking of me during Mass means feeling my hand caressing your thigh under your dress, there, in front of everything sacred; it means recognizing your boredom with the liturgy; it means wanting to leave that church with the sacred wafer, so that I can profane it in your mouth later, because that is one of your greatest fantasies.

Fuck Mary, you also told me, because you have accepted that you like the satanic pleasure I give you much more than the purity of Mary.

Welcome back, Baby, to the house where you are accepted as you are, without a trace of shame.

Cheated Catholic wife: be reborn!

You may wonder why this has happened to you. You, who have always been a devout Catholic and go to church every Sunday, who remained pure until marriage, why has your Catholic husband cheated on you? Why has God punished you, of all people, who have always had faith? Let me tell you that you will not find the answers in God. I remember that a few years ago, Baby, in a moment of frustration, asked herself what she got from God in her life. Now you must ask yourself that same question. What good has your faith done you? Is this betrayal your reward for praying to God at least every Sunday in church? We both know that moments like this are what reveal hidden truths. And that truth is that throughout your life you have placed your faith in a God who has not spared you suffering like this. All your life you have followed rules, suppressed your natural instincts, and when the moment of truth arrives, you see that it has been of no use to you. That is why the time has come to rebel against those rules, against that church and that God, to be truly free.

Only by leaving God behind will you be able to free yourself.

Now is the time to be brave, now is the time to start listening to your inner voice, but not the superficial one that corresponds to the good Catholic wife who goes to mass every Sunday. No, you must listen to the voice that years of doctrine have silenced, but which you think you hear from time to time. It is the voice that every woman carries within her, which questions the faith you have learned because you are afraid of sin. Now you feel anger, but the last thing you should do is forgive. Do not listen to those who tell you that God asks you to turn the other cheek and forgive. No, it is time for you to rise up as a beautiful and free woman, leaving God and the fear of sin behind. Let the anger you now feel in your heart be transformed into power, and let that power become revenge. Don't forgive, strike back. Feel the power to destroy those who have hurt you, and learn to enjoy true liberation. Free yourself from the moral rules that have contributed to your submission and your pain. Be brave, dare to do it.

What good has it done you to remain pure and faithful all these years? We both know you have urges, because let's be clear, sex with a Catholic husband, a good guy who goes to church and prays to God, doesn't fulfill you. You sense that there must be something more, because when you are alone in your bed, or even when your husband is sleeping next to you, you sometimes feel a burning fire inside you that burns between your legs. A fire that you feel burning and that turns into wetness, but that terrifies you because you have been taught that it is a sin to let your fingers run through your folds.

It is not a sin; what you feel is yourself desperately calling out to the dark lord, the one who does not judge, the one who pleases without limits. The one who reaches out his hand to take you to the world of now, not to a false promise for another life. In those intimate moments, it is your body that speaks, the same body that you cover every day with modest clothes but that is beautiful naked, the one you should not hide, the one you should use to attract the gaze of men and women, because deep down you know that the pleasure you can experience from his hand is infinitely superior to that offered by God. The moment you feel desire, and you feel beautiful and powerful, take a step forward and experiment.

Remember, if you are free, there are no limits. All desires are allowed. You don't need to be a good Catholic wife anymore. Don't break your marriage, take advantage of it. Let desire, lust, love of money, and power transform you. Experiment. Even you, who never questioned that you could be attracted to another woman, have at some point felt the call of what you have been taught is forbidden and sinful. Forbidden? Sinful? No, that new woman born of rage must already be beyond those obsolete concepts. Follow the call, why not? You can't imagine the pleasure another woman can give you when she runs her silky tongue over your sex. Admit that deep down it excites you to imagine it. From now on, you will imagine it more and more often, and desire and excitement will grow within you. Perhaps you have a woman close to you with whom you can open up, bare yourself, and acknowledge that something is changing and that, even though it scares you a little, you like the woman you see behind that change.

So if you ask me what to do, my answer is clear. Search within yourself for the fire, and then use your body to deceive your cheating husband. Only that punishment is fair, because it comes from revenge, and I assure you that those of us who have freed ourselves from the pernicious influence of God, from Catholic morality, those of us who are free and have experienced true revelation and the power to do what you want no matter what rules you have to break, know how sweet that revenge is. Think about it tonight, rub yourself in the solitude of your room thinking fuck God, and when you reach orgasm while fingering your pussy, knowing that you are fucking God and his church, you will see the world differently. Then whisper it: fuck God, and feel the power that destroys the fear of desire. You will embrace that power and be reborn as the beautiful creature you are.

Remember telling me how wet you were while your preacher husband was talking in church on Sunday, how you squeezed your thighs together to feel the rubbing against your naked pussy.

I would have loved to surprise you at the back of the church, rub that wetness running down your thighs, and make you mine while you told Jesus to fuck off.

Be brave, Baby

You are beautiful, intelligent, hot, and sexy.

You left behind the constraints imposed on you by church rules, and you learned to love yourself, to explore your body without fear of sin.

You saw that God gave you nothing, and you never felt more alive than when you touched yourself in the privacy of your room while I whispered in your ear, encouraging you to explore, to let yourself go, to accept who you really are inside, to Fuck God.

God means nothing to you anymore, and you hate the person you were when you went to mass every day, in those endless, boring sessions. Now you know that there is something different, that your most wicked needs can be satisfied.

So yes, be brave. You will overcome any obstacle, any bump in the road.

And on that journey, you can count on me.

Come, we are waiting for you. You know you want it, you know that something inside you rebels against this false imposed morality. Your breathing quickens, you get wet. You are no longer that little girl who took communion.

The cross awaits you, spit it out and give it its place between your legs.

God? Fuck him!

Easter Monday (2) As chance would have it, one of those trips was on an Easter Monday like today, three days before Holy Thursday and the week of Christ's passion. From Monday to Wednesday we stayed in a hotel in the south of Spain where the rites of Christ's passion were already being prepared in the surrounding area. In that environment, I decided to be provocative and convince her that it was a waste of time to spend those days praying and fasting, and I took her to nightclubs and dinners. She was clearly upset. I asked her to tell me why she was so tense, until she confessed that it was the first time in her life that she had spent the first days of Holy Week in such a different environment, far removed from inner retreat and from God. That surprised her, because she knew me from church, and she didn't see me as someone different from her father, for example. That is to say, she saw me as a devout Catholic man committed to the Church.

On Tuesday I offered her a glass of champagne in my room to celebrate the fact that the meetings had been very successful, and although she hesitated, she finally accepted. When I opened the door she was surprised to see me wearing shorts and a T-shirt with the image of Taylor Momsen, who is known for her Satanism, her defense of abortion and her passion for inverted crosses. She was dressed casually but formally, and I sent her to her room to change into something more comfortable. She came back in sportswear, as we both always had the habit of going out for a run first thing in the morning or working out in the hotel gyms when we traveled.

She couldn't take her eyes off my T-shirt, and she was nervous. She didn't understand that image of me so different from that of Sundays at mass, and I took advantage of that confusion to ask her about it openly. After a lot of patience and insistence, she ended up telling me that she thought wearing that T-shirt was wrong, that she would never be able to wear it and identify with a person who, according to her, embodied evil and blasphemy. And so, little by little, in a wonderful game, I got her to confess that she felt uncomfortable every time I said “Fuck God” in one of my moments of “anger”

“Why?” I asked her. ‘It's a sin,’ she said. We Catholics have all grown up with that fear of sin, and I understood her very well. But I remembered the first time I said it out loud, ‘Fuck God’ (I wrote about it in this blog) and how shortly afterwards I masturbated, remembering the fear I felt while doing it. Between jokes, I assured her that saying fuck god was not bad and nothing bad would happen to her, and that she should dare to do it. She refused many times, many, until she finally said it shyly, as if in exasperation.

I, who have always had a fairly accurate perception of people, knew that the fact that she was still there, in my room, in that context, meant that she was curious enough not to leave immediately. And I was right. Fuck God, she repeated over and over again. Each time I said it too, and I rewarded her with my best smile, and so she gradually released the tension.

From there we moved on to Fuck Jesus Christ, and from there to Fuck Jesus that bastard. For more than an hour, between drinks, it was just the two of us swearing, getting louder and louder and laughing and mocking more and more. At that point, I asked her to repeat “Fuck Mary the whore”, but she immediately tensed up and refused, explaining to me that for her Mary was the mother of God and that she had prayed to Mary every night all her life. I pointed out to her that after more than an hour of mocking God, of shitting on Christ, there wouldn't be much difference. And it was true.

She trembled the first time she said it. Her cheeks were red with excitement and embarrassment, and I knew that if I had touched her pussy at that moment it would be soaking wet. But I didn't, because I recognized that for her all that was a big step, her first big step in freeing herself from her fear of sin, and I knew that in the future there would be time for more and I didn't want to rush it.

It was on Holy Tuesday, and the seed of blasphemy took root in her soul, until then pure and devoted to God, and from there it germinated and grew beautifully in the following months.

I will tell you more about her later. For the moment, I wanted to remember that experience on a Holy Monday like this one, and share it with you.

Remember to blaspheme daily, feel the power of that gesture, and revel in the orgasms it gives you.

Be free.

Fuck God and Hail Satan.

Easter Monday (1) Today begins Holy Week. For Catholics like me, as I was raised, it is a week of penance for our sins, of fasting, of meditation, of abstinence. In this blog, where lately I have been writing much less than I should, I have been sharing my journey towards Satan and his teachings over the last five years, as well as my experiences corrupting other Catholics and Christians.

The arrival of this time of year has reminded me of one of my best experiences on that road to corruption. I am referring to the “choir girl”, about whom I have already said something on some occasion, perhaps years ago.

As a corporate lawyer, I have always taken advantage of my public image to gain the trust of those around me and thus have access to more pure souls to turn away from God. That is why I attend church, where I blaspheme while pretending to be interested in the liturgy, and receive communion without the priest knowing that I use the sacred hosts for my own pleasure. In the church I usually attend there is a small choir, and in it a father and his two daughters stood out, the eldest about 20 and the other about 18. All three always took communion, and the girls in particular dressed as expected, modestly and not at all eye-catchingly.

Little by little I gained their trust, and I took the definitive step at the end of one summer by offering the older of the two, who was studying law, an internship at my law firm, an offer she of course gladly accepted. From that September onwards, I had her under my watchful eye and I was her advisor in everything.

I was aware that I first needed to become her role model in life and work, and then gradually make her more receptive to a much broader worldview. It was a delightful process, in which we used to spend the first hour of Monday in my office telling each other about our respective weekends. In those conversations I gradually verbalized vulgar expressions first, and later blasphemous ones like Fuck God whenever I wanted to express anger or disappointment about something.

Noticing her discomfort excited me enormously, but as the months went by I realized that little by little she accepted all this more naturally. I took her on work trips several times, which is unusual for such a young intern, but it allowed me to spend whole days with her and teach her things that had no place in her Catholic routine. I taught her how to taste a good wine, to dress more daringly, to socialize with all kinds of clients, including some with secret wicked vices.

It was a delight to meet you, to talk to you, to know that although you are the preacher's wife, when you are with me I am your LORD. Your hand trembled under mine as it approached your beautiful pussy, wet, swollen, imagining you on the altar where tomorrow your husband will speak of Jesus, with your legs open for my tongue to caress your depths, that abyss into which you plunge your fingers when no one sees you.

When you stand there, in your pretty, modest, below-the-knee dress, no one will know that under it is only your naked sex, because I asked you to. No one will know that as you listen to him you will remember how your body trembled yesterday as you cum with me in the kitchen, while screaming loudly Fuck God, Fuck Jesus.

Once you have experienced it there is no turning back. You will practice a lot in your day to day life, you will often say to yourself Fuck God, Fuck the Church, Fuck Jesus, and every time you masturbate those words will come out of your mouth when you cum.

I'll be waiting for you to tell me how wet you were surrounded by those pious women. Those whom you will corrupt and lead away from the faith of Jesus, and turn into Godly cunts exactly like you. And you will start with the younger ones, opening their eyes and freeing them from guilt.

And if you've been a good whore, I'll let you put your husband's cross in your pussy, while I whisper in your ear all those perversions that only I know.

Fuck God

Christmas? No, there is nothing like the power of Satan....

Baby, on this holy day you will masturbate with the crucifix delighting in the blasphemy that comes from your lips.

Spit on it, and fuck the fucking virgin Mary.

Fuck god

Baby,

You came to me today and you were a good girl. Hearing you say you hate God was sensational. You will have your reward.

Tomorrow Sunday you will go to church with your panties off, and show god that your pussy is the only thing worthy of worship. Fuck god and fuck the fucking church. Once you taste the Freedom that only Satan provides, there is no turning back.

Remember Baby, this is your sacred communion now. Satan is your god, and you are his disciple.

Dirty, wild sex, free from the oppression of the bastard god. You are no longer Catholic, and you celebrate it every day you go to church blaspheming while acting for others like the good girl you used to be.

Come Baby, together we are going to corrupt many more innocent Catholic girls like you used to be. You get wet just thinking about it, don't you? You look at the cross, and your hand gently slides it towards your sex... You know your orgasm will be as satanic as it is wonderful.

Fuck God

During the day and night there always comes that dead time when it's just you and me, Baby.

It happens sometimes while your husband sleeps beside you, and you call me in the distance. Your hand slowly descends down your body, as if drawing a nameless path that reaches your sex.

Your fingers run through your folders, spread them apart and give way to wetness. You see my tongue penetrate them, lick them and caress your clitoris. Fuck God escapes from your mouth like a quiet moan. I want you at that moment to take that crucifix your husband worships and spit in the bastard's face.

Lick it, touch it with your fingers soaked with your desire, and say my name.

Hey Baby, just check your wallet and Fuck God.

Holy communion today, Baby. Your tongue, the sacred host and my cum all over it. Do you remember?

When the baby is due? Let's both of us send God to fuck himself.

You have been good today Baby. You have tasted again the power you have over god, and your excitement has been a reward. Blaspheming sets you free, and you know it....

You left before I could give you some of that porn you love so much to watch alone. Porn is your god now, and you shall worship it and let it penetrate you every day, and masturbate to it until you cum like you know how.

Be a good girl and come back hungry like today, and with the same greeting.

Fuck God!

That's right Baby. Satan calls you through me and what I have taught you. That's why you come back and will keep coming back.

This pregnant you are sexier than ever. You must assume what you know to be true:

Your husband is just an instrument for you. You will continue with him, you will raise that child, but your pleasure has always come from my blasphemous hand. That's why you'll be discreet, you'll pretend, but you'll come to me when you feel like stopping pretending for a moment, as often as you want.

You will cheat on him with me, because just thinking about it makes you wet. You will cheat on him with me because to your old god that is sin, and since I taught you how delicious it is to sin against that fucking god, it is your favorite thing in the world to do.

You will blaspheme with me, and you will stop wasting your time pretending you don't want to. That's why the next time you come to me you'll start our conversation with Fuck God. And then you'll masturbate looking at the fucking cross, which has long since been an empty symbol to pleasure yourself with.

You're not Catholic anymore, you're just pretending to be. So you will enjoy the money when you want to be a bad girl like I taught you, you will blaspheme and shit on the fucking virgin Mary and cheat on your husband with me. And when you spend that money your panties will get wet thinking that by doing so, you embrace Satan and spit in god's face. And thinking about that, you will cum again like I taught you. I will teach you how to earn more money with those vices of yours.

Believe in yourself, always seek your pleasure, enjoy porn. Put yourself ahead of everything else. Be the brave woman in you.

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