My Submissive Wife in the Shepherd's Test of Fidelity

We have to learn from those who can teach the harshness of life to our wife. I try to talk to my wife, but I had to let the pastor teach her rudely, that the harshness of life can be turned into a huge collective lesson of love and affection to the neighbor, and to all the members of the assembly, who are around her. My beautiful wife and I are young and naive, yet, I, much more religious than she, and I learned early that to obey is better than to dominate. And the best way to become obedient is to be humbled and always passively accept demoralization, no matter how bad it is. The more I can endure, the better it will be for me. As soon as I got married, we joined a huge, full-fledged evangelical church, which charmed my wife at the time. She had repented of a promiscuous life to marry me, and like the prostitute Mary Magdalene, I took her into my home, and I accepted her as my own. Of course, she hadn't been a prostitute in the strict sense, but from what she told me, it was almost, sort of, equivalent, and how I loved her from the first moment I saw her asking for help from a violent ex-boyfriend who was abusing her, who was using her to pay off his addiction debts, but she was obedient to everything he said. She was lovely, with that cheerful little white girl's face, I swear I almost didn't see her worldly, tiny, fair and transparent robes, to me, she looked like a beautiful frightened little angel, because I noticed that she had a huge white halo under her pale parrot hair We had barely been married, and my wife was already involved with the senior pastor of that evangelical church, who coincidentally was a close friend of her ex-boyfriend's. She led me to that denomination, and straight away, I noticed that my wife was all wrapped up to her little white neck, in such a way that she was made by the pastor, the worker of lost causes, the pastor said that my little wife worked miracles! That when she got down on her knees, her fleshy little mouth prayed that it would snatch him to the second and third heavens! Since the pastor had a contact in the chain of violent sexual crimes, he had my wife get involved in the department and help ex-prisoners and ex-sex addicts rehabilitate. The pastor needed a saint who would be quiet, kneel, accept humiliation, and I replied that my wife was perfect at it! She would kneel to neighbors, prostrate to my co-workers, humiliate even the doorman of our building! I told the huge pastor, that my wife was the greatest submissive wife he would ever have in his arms of brotherly love! That she had the spirit of the prostitute from Hosea, who always came back to humiliate her husband after her worldly spiritual downfalls. The pastor found us perfect subjects for my wife's initiation, for us to welcome into our home, into the midst of our pure nest of love, some of his fellow inmates, who he was a part of before he founded the church, who had no place to spend the end of the year on probation, to which I said that my wife and I would be open with all our hearts to these inmates! My wife blushed as she felt the pastor's heavy, moist hand rest on her back and exclaimed from the bottom of her being that it would be an infinite pleasure for her, as my wife, for these marginal citizens to make her submissive to them. The reverend then demanded a proof of my wife's fidelity by locking her in a tiny penitential cage in the middle of the living room. The holy man handcuffed her white arms, tying them unused behind, in a position that seemed to hurt very much, but she bore it quietly. My beloved begged the pastor, whom she called my lord, not to pity her soft flesh, that this would help to subdue the worldly spirit of the unfaithful wife. I cried, amen! The pastor then asked my wife if she had any way of escaping from that tight device that marred and strangled her healthy musculature, she replied that she wanted him to immobilize her legs because they were too strong, she had him take firm hold of her thighs and notice by palpating them carefully how she was too coarse and the coats of her legs too thick and well worked, and she might be tempted to kick her fellow believers, who would come from inside the cell to help her subdue her will to be an adulteress and instead all her impetus by forcing her to become the most subservient married woman among the church members. Her church-speaking in the presence of the muscled pastor even frightened me a little. He had a strong hold on my wife! And she was enjoying submitting herself without question. I had hoped that the healing pastor's words were exaggerated, that after that final year of probation, I would not recognize my own wife anymore, for I had to be aware that I was letting in extremely violent sex offenders into the bosom of my beloved home, and I would bitterly regret being such a conformist, gullible and submissive husband to my wife, who was already submissive to the men she devoted herself to to the very depths of her soul. The pastor, touching my wife's thighs, lifted up her short dress, touching her thighs, feeling her flesh, stuck his hand inside her panties and called her a whore, because our church was against pubic hair removal! I asked him if he wanted me to put a nylon rope on her thighs, she said she would feel less comfortable, but more pleased if he held her the way she was showing, she was spreading her legs, and lifting her little feet in a wide movement of holy dancer, who dedicates her dance to the church, she would move her hips, and make a movement that I found somewhat lewd with her tongue and eyes, but I think that slouched position, it was so uncomfortable, that she wouldn't even want to be able to hold on to one of the sandals. At that moment, my wife was totally vulnerable, totally immobilized, with her little dove of peace, whitish and creepy, staring at the door, where the guests, addicted to promiscuous sex, would come in at any moment! And her panties, they didn't help! They were thin, whitish and marked, and as she moved her vaginal lips, they gradually slipped into the reed, disappearing, and my wife still moved her tiny reproductive orifice and consequently, together, opened and closed the delicate little writing channel, in a frantic movement of opening and closing. I hear knocks on the door, they come and I despair, I say, what was all that about, the pastor's assistant tells me to open the door, to which I hesitate, that was my wife, all exposed! Back to the door! And stunned, I look through the magic eye and I see a huge band of huge men, who disappeared through the post office and the stairs, filling the whole room, and apparently have nothing to do in prison but to get muscular, I count ten, twenty, thirty ... I lost count! by way of example there were more than fifty libidinous prisoners, who did not see a woman like mine, beautiful, smelly and nice little body, which makes members fall into sin with their generous forms! I cried, "but my wife will stay the whole end of the year like that!" I cried, but what's going on, to what the pastor says that mad with me, infidel! Doubt your faith in the church? Doubt the words of your leader and master, pastor? Will fall into the temptation to imagine his own wife in promiscuous acts of lasciviousness? I did not dare to doubt! Hearing the weeping, though sensuously hoarse voice of my wife, saying in a pleading way: come without pity, I am mad to receive you in my unprotected womb! " I felt a shiver in my body, which weakened my legs, the pastor said: "Open the door, if you kneel to each of the men that your faithful wife will allocate to her intimacy, take off the dirty panties of each one, welcome their members, face them one by one, see their veins and wrinkles, watch them raise their heads to the sky! Do this if you love to be married to this woman! And believe that she will try to resist the temptation to betray the marital vows that she swore to you on the altar! Believe in the doctrine of the church, that when passing through that door, those sinners will see themselves miraculously converted, and even naked, and standing before erect members of his wife exposed and thus crying for their sex, and trying them, with torments, with words of his past life, you will still love her and she will forgive you, after these two weeks pass, and he will still love you, and he will forgive you, even as an immovable sexual object! I believe, I shouted! I believe! Then open the door! Let the bulls come in! Your wife will endure each one of them! As for you, doubt what she will hear her say and plead! Doubt the sounds you will hear and think of your own wife being the passive object of every kind of promiscuity and sodomy with men of the worst kind! Doubt the real world around you and believe that she is being purified by the pain and lust of these poor damned men! And if your wife allows herself to feel any drop of pleasure! Let her skin burn in the sun of the beaches of hell! Let her be condemned to an eternity raped by all the sexual criminals of all time! My wife interrupts my memories with a loud scream of uncontrollable spasms: "Oh glory! May I be possessed of unfathomable rivers of joy! May I be possessed of unfathomable rivers of joy! May I be possessed of unfathomable rivers of joy! May I be possessed of uncontrollable passions! May I be possessed of these unholy pastors! May I be possessed of the most uncontrollable passions! May I be possessed of these unholy passions!" I could not stop looking at those enormous horsemen's penises! No matter how much I prayed, the sounds coming from my wife's mouth and the splash of holy water, the screams of pleasure from those vigorous corsets pounding on my helpless, though pleading for more, wife, only raised my thought to clumsy images. I knelt with my back to that rigid cult of limbs, inside the altar that my wife was tied! I penance myself in the corn, I beat myself with whips, but only thought of the evil sounds I heard. In my soul's hunt prevailed the image that my wife was being served as a Christmas dinner for the new year until I was in the throes of the faithful husband, who suffered the silent use of the adventures of a despairing wife by another. But the shepherd insisted on the truth: if you love her enormously, you will be sorry for the loss of her unbreakable arms and for the birth of her child, and for the birth of her child, which was against the very nature of Caesar's child, and for which she had no desire to conceive, even a single child. The pastor assured me in a sermon, that my new children were the fruit of a miracle, that a spirit of lust, dressed without condoms possessed my wife! He used my wife as an example, tearing her clothes all over, in the pulpit, in front of all the rigid members, who beat and spit on one of her heads as punishment. They tied her up and dragged her to the pastoral hall, where various objects of pain awaited her, that my wife herself chose in order to only go out there after each member struck her soft flesh to make her repent! Tough, indomitable spirit my wife was being purified there for days. The pastor and his acolytes assured the VIP members, like myself, that even though my wife had fallen into temptation with each of those sex addicts, that my faith in her fidelity was in vain, for she acted like the promiscuous one that everyone, except me, always knew she was! but I should not doubt her, should even blindly believe in the goodness within her, and always repeat to myself, in penance, that she is faithful to the cause of the church, willing to give all of herself for increased membership. the pastor loved my house, he wanted to turn it into a big rehabilitation center for sex offenders, where his fellow inmates could come from all over the world, to serve as a temptation for my wife, until she was cured of her lust. In his words, "The iron and the constant fire only serve to make the wife more submissive". I looked for this text, but I never found the reference... maybe it's apocryphal! I wanted to donate my house to the church, to which the pastor warned me, "Your share will be to support your house, your wife and all who seek it, without murmuring!" While he was telling me these things, the pastor, seeing my humble credulity, made a tense face, of which he felt a foreshadowing of a great delight, which took the whole being, gave a thrust at the hip, ordered my wife to put her hand in her pocket, and she began to stir in a huge roll of tithes that was housed in the pocket of his trousers, gave that footing and arranged in the upper roll for the pastor, which I think, some generous member stuck there. After a while burdened in the lovely eyes of my wife, put his dirty hands on my wife's delicate little head, forced her to her knees well, rudely, to which she cried out what, after a high in her face, she obeyed, and promptly gave me a penitence in the corner of the back of the wall, and that I should not try to turn her head in the test of faith, and that he would have no more chance to hear my wife crying, and that he would not even have the courage to apply the new look, which would have pleased my wife. In those moments, that some rigid member of the church wanted to punish my wife for recognizing in her abused, short or transparent clothes, inappropriate, as I said, hurries a well-married evangelical. The church knew how to use my wife well, she felt satisfied and they filled her every night, she was submissive to all the members except me who was her.