An ABDL Place

I always knew there was something different about me, even before I joined the convent. The cloistered life suits me well—its structure, its silence, its daily rituals. But beneath the habit, I harbor a secret yearning, a deep, primal desire that seems almost out of place here. In the quiet moments, when I’m alone in my room, I let my thoughts drift to fantasies I wouldn’t dare voice. The more I’m bound by the convent’s rules, the more intense my hidden desires become. I find a strange solace in this contrast, a sanctuary in the very constraints that would otherwise stifle me. My prayers are often interwoven with whispered confessions of these longings, and though I’d never betray the solemnity of my vows, I can't help but wonder if my submission to God mirrors my submission to these shadowy, thrilling impulses.