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Hypnotic Explorers 1 - 5
Standard Disclaimer, meaning this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is NOT
TO BE READ by persons under the age of 18 years. If you enjoy this
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quality of your reading pleasure. Thank you. - Mesmer.
HYPNOTIC EXPLORERS (c) by Mesmer
Chapter One.
*
Glen Rogers' very personal hobby was hypnosis and Wicca, almost to the
point of being an obsession. They were ones that had always held the
strongest of fascination, mystery and excitement for him for as long
as he could remember. He had a library full of books on the subjects
and had practised, researched and experimented as much as was possible
whenever he could find someone; someone, to teach, someone to learn
from, or someone to practice on who was willing to be hypnotised and
ready to learn something of value.
Glen knew his hobby had developed into a subtle but strong
control obsession. Glen knew also the sheer, raw power that hypnosis
and witchcraft could have with a suggestible mind. However, he always
treated his art, as he called it, with the greatest respect, and
always showed that same attitude and respect toward those he
hypnotised, or used trance magic with, never suggesting anything he
did not think would be appropriate or accepted.
Yet, strangely, always felt at the very tip of Glen's fingertips,
at the very edge of his voice was the strong, almost uncontrollable
feeling at times that he was on the verge of crossing some unseen and
unknown boundary; a crossing whereby he felt that if it were to happen
he would enter a whole new world of excitement, pleasure, and
unadulterated raw power. But each time the feeling had reached the
point of almost overwhelming him, something in Glen's psyche or nature
had pulled him back from that precipice, leaving him knowing he had
sampled only a tiny taste of what he might ... if he had just crossed
over, just as Crowley had done in times past, unfortunately, to his
ultimate demise.
He had crossed often into that world, yet only for short visits
and never into its very heart of hearts where he longed and lived to
go. Being so close to the edge of its centre with those brief visits
and always coming back left Glen frustrated in his mind and his body -
frustrated in his mind because he somehow lacked whatever it was that
was needed to enter that unknown, mysterious and exciting world, and
frustrated in his body because he always came back to reality with his
testicles aching, and his loins swollen and rampant like a black
panther in mating season.
During the experience, which was almost transcendental at times
in Glen's opinion in hindsight his groin would somehow become engorged
with the warm blood from his heart that always seemed to be racing,
for some unknown reason. Glen's temples, too, were always pounding
from the adrenalin rush at being so close to something he felt in the
depth of his soul was so awesome in nature and personal power, as to
be almost frightening at times.
If only he could make the crossing and stay Glen knew he would do
more than taste what that new and powerful world had to offer, and, in
realising that, he knew also, somewhere in the back of his mind, that
knowledge was exactly what was preventing him from going over the
edge.
Glen was afraid of that world he knew he would find; more
significantly, he was afraid he might be consumed by it and not want
to come back to the world he had left. He sighed as he turned on the
computer sitting in front of him on his office desk. Then he felt
himself harden at the mere thought of entering and experiencing the
unknown and untold wealth of knowledge and power he believed waited
for him there in that unseen, but always felt world of mystery and
excitement.
Glen's buttocks contracted involuntarily and his sphincter
twitched firmly as he logged into the Internet to surf for a while,
now that his day of business was over. One day, he thought, as he
began to visit the various chat channels he not-very-often called in
on; one day he would be the hypnotic explorer he believed in his heart
and mind he was destined to be. One day. **
It was the very next evening when Glen plugged into the net on his
computer after finishing business for the day that one of his
electronic message services was flashing that he had received a
message. He clicked on it, a little excited about receiving one on the
first place. It didn't happen all that often. Whenever he visited any
of the chat rooms it was always under an alias nick-name. His email
address could be found by searching the message centre under his
nick-name, of course, but he figured no-one would ever bother to, or
want to go to that much trouble, just to find him.
The message displayed itself on his screen as he read it quickly.
"Are you the 'Raven' who was in the chat room called Sandy's last
night?" the message asked him.
The message was from someone using the nick-name 'Yara.' Glen
typed his reply, stating that he was indeed the one called 'Raven' who
was in Sandy's chat room last night, although he couldn't remember
talking to anyone by that name. That name, Glen knew, was strangely
close to one with which he was familiar, but had never used. Too many
people and too many nick-names, Glen thought, as he sent off his reply
to the mysterious stranger who had taken the time to send him a
message. Glen noticed that the sender was also off-line or the name
would be high-lighted. Then he wondered idly if the sender had been
male or female, finally deciding it must be a female, since nothing
about the name sounded of male origin.
Within a few seconds of sending his reply Glen's message service
flashed. He answered it with his mouse. It was nyara. She had added
him to her personal list. Glen was puzzled. Why would anyone want to
add a perfect stranger to their list of personal contact friends? And
without his permission? Not that he wouldn't have given it. Out of
curiosity Glen clicked his acceptance of being added to Yara's list.
Then he clicked on her information to find out her personal
statistics, if, in fact, she listed any.
He had been right. As the personal information displayed itself
on his screen he could see by her name she was a woman, aged 32, and
she lived in his own city in America. Her name was June Shamworth.
Glen decided he needed to know more about this mysterious lady and
decided to add her to his own list of personal contacts. Within
seconds she had accepted him, as he had accepted her. He could feel
something deep inside of himself stir, but he couldn't quite put his
thoughts on what it was. He decided to send her a personal message,
asking her why she had contacted him. Within seconds her answer came
flashing back to him.
"Because I looked up your personal stats and you sounded like you
would be an interesting person to converse with." her message read to
him.
Glen's mind mentally raced back over the information he had
listed with the message service, wanting to know for sure what she
knew about him. Then suddenly, he relaxed. Wherever he left his
personal information he had always said the same things - the truth,
or at least a limited amount of it - the usual things, such as
hobbies, interests, etc. Then suddenly he noticed her name change
colour as she either lost contact, or went to privacy. He sent her a
message asking if she wanted to chat in type, just in case she was
hiding, and then waited for her reply for a few minutes and then
surfed the net for a while before leaving.
* * *
Throughout the next day Glen wondered about Yara disappearing. He had
waited for her answer, but it had never arrived. He wondered too about
her stated reasons for contacting him and placing him on her personal
contact list without asking him first, or, for that matter, why she
would really even want to in the first place. Then he let it slide in
his mind as work took over his dominant thoughts until five o'clock,
when, once again, he plugged into the net for his
before-going-home-relaxation time.
As his navigator spread down the screen of his computer his
attention was instantly attracted to his message service flashing at
him. He clicked to receive. It was her, or her answer at any rate. Her
name wasn't coloured, so he figured she must have answered him the
night before, after he'd left. The message said she would be happy to
chat with him. His excitement mounted a little as he sent her off a
chat request, although he didn't really know the reasons why he should
be feeling that way. Then, after he'd sent it off, he wondered why he
did that too, since her name colouring indicated she wasn't on-line to
receive his message.
He shook his head, as, within seconds, his message service
flashed again with her answer. Her name changed colours at the same
time. She had answered his chat request and within moments his screen
spawned the two-bar split screen, showing himself at the top and Yara
in the bottom half. Glen smiled to himself as he waited to see which
of them would type first. He liked being on top. Then he wondered if
she was thinking a similar thing to him. No shame in speaking first,
he decided as he typed his introduction, wondering how far away from
her own keyboard her fingers were.
"Hello." he typed.
"Merry meet." Yara answered in a typeface that wasn't special or
coloured, surprising him a little, both with the typeface and her
manner of greeting. Most women adopted some fancy type-face that
apparently suited viewing themselves through female eyes, and now he
realised immediately what had interested her in talking with him. She
had greeted him in the manner that witches and warlocks greeted each
other. He had placed Wicca, the art of witchcraft, as well as hypnosis
as his interests in his personal information.
"Thank you for talking to me." Glen typed with a smile, now that
he had that one figured out, and at the same time, wondering if she
was a woman who was full of surprises.
"You're welcome, Sir." she answered on is screen.
Polite, too, Glen thought, as he began to type. He liked to give
and be given respect by anyone, particularly women - a legacy from his
own teaching and personal philosophy as a solo practising witch. He
had been down the Wicca coven trail very early in his private
practice, only to find each of them too political, dangerous in their
practices, too radical, too far left or right, or just plain too much
to take for any more than ten minutes.
"Why did you contact me, really?" he asked her, expecting her to
confirm what he already knew.
"You know why, Sir."Yara answered. "Because of your interests."
Glen smiled. A little predictability doesn't harm anyone. After
chatting with nyara a while before they both had to go Glen discovered
she was a housewife with two children and a man in her life. She was
involved in the running of a company which had taken a lot of her time
and energies in getting it up and running, along with the usual
morning, nightly and weekend routine of playing arbitrator and
entertainer to her two children, not to mention looking after the
needs of her man.
Glen also wondered if Yara were like most women he had known in
his life who found themselves in such a lifestyle, knowing from
personal experience that they usually placed importance or priority on
accommodating the needs of everything and everyone else involved in
their lives over and above her own special needs as a woman and a
human being. nyara had also told him she had been hypnotised before,
by a friend who's mission it was, with her permission, to enhance her
submissiveness. Further questioning had revealed that she became
excited by the thought of being controlled, as were most women,
although some were definitely not.
Yes, Yara, he concluded, was turning out to be, in a very short
time, a very interesting addition to his communicative life, although
he didn't really know why. Other women, as well as men had contacted
him in the past, usually for training in Wicca in some way, or about
the odd story or two he wrote in his spare time which he then posted
on the web as he searched for something or someone unknown to him at
the time. Some of them contacted him about Wicca folk-lore and things
to do with witchcraft in general. Glen wondered as he shut down his
computer for the night if she were still as curious about him and his
interests as he was finding himself about her own.
* * * *
It was while he was driving to work
the next morning that Glen experienced the seedlings of an idea that,
once it had taken hold, excited him to the core, allowing him to feel
a familiar, yet as yet, untasted sample of the world he sought to know
- the world just waiting across the edge of his own conditional
imagination and its restrictions. And when he continued to review
the idea in his mind throughout the day the excitement attached to it
mounted with every thought he explored across the precipice between
the two worlds.
The idea that had taken him by storm, drawing him closer and
closer to the line between both worlds was to hypnotize her over the
Internet and enhance her already willing liking for submissiveness, as
well as many other things he had in mind for a later date - first by
exciting her with his words, which had always come easy to him. He
simply wrote from his heart and his own first-hand experiental
knowledge, the very centre of his own life's missing marital passion
and his unrestricted and very well-trained imagination, thanks to a
life of practising hypnosis, among other things. And the words always
seemed to come out right. Sometimes he even surprised himself.
Glen's idea soon grew and quickly crossed into the world he
yearned to visit, envisioning in his mind's eye that the chatting
between Yara and himself would eventually and in the not too distant
future move upward a peg where they would be chatting in voice through
lightweight headsets and boom microphones - where she could hear his
voice and he would be free of the type chatting restrictions so she
could focus on the sound of him intently, adding to the depth of any
hypnosis carried out with her permission.
Glen saw his idea going much farther than cyber-sex, although if
she was of like mind he would be only too happy to brighten up both
their days in the process of her initial training. He doubted very
much if she had ever been, or allowed herself to be trained properly
as a slave. Yes. He saw very clearly in his imagination a time where
they would meet in person and in the flesh, and by that time she would
be thoroughly trained in every aspect of the willing submissiveness
and sexually arousing feeling of being totally controlled, cared for
and protected in every way that she claimed to feel naturally.
Glen knew that although Yara may have had some experience of
submissiveness at the hands of a dominant male, she had never been
trained by a wick-yah, let alone one of the twenty-first level, who
was an experienced hypnotist as well in the same person, if, in fact,
she had ever been trained properly at all. He also knew there were
things she did not, and could not know that would enhance her own
expressed and desired feelings about being submissive that would take
her mental pleasure and very personal excitement to dizzy heights and
rapturous bliss she could only dream about, such were the secretive
nature within the closed ranks of the solo male witch society.
That wick-yah society was bound by no coven rules or rituals, but
was still a coven, joined together by philosophy and techniques of
discovery only, and which shared knowledge of a nature that would be
highly sought after by the wrong type of people were it known to be
available. Some of the techniques in deep hypnosis and in other areas
of the human psyche that had been shared with him and upon which he
had improved with practise had often left him in awe, such were their
complete effectiveness.
Over the many years of his private practise Glen's considerable
intelligence and experience soon absorbed the doctrines of all
standard and non-standard covens. Eventually he found them too slow
for his eagerness, and too timid in their explorations of the hidden
world, and, like the other Wicca solos, had struck out on his own.
Now, after many, many years he was a twenty-first level wick-yah who
now yearned to move outside the ruts of recognised virtues, yet remain
within the noble temple order to which he chose to belong to in his
separateness from it.
In the wrong hands the use of this gained knowledge could hurt,
Glen knew this, but the closed and secretive solo wick-yah male witch
society, who used hypnosis like a surgical instrument, as a doctor
uses a scalpel could never use it for anything other than lifting
people to unimaginable dizzy heights of heaven's seventh heaven of
pleasure and personal power within and inside their own minds and
bodies, if that was where they wished to go. And Glen knew where he
wished to go - toward union with his god, as he believed it to be.
Glen also knew that he could cross the boundary totally between
the two worlds, one known and the other only sampled briefly, at any
time he freely chose to lift the restrictions of his own imagination
and experience and simply allow it to happen. And it was while his
idea regarding Yara was growing rapidly within his mind that he
realised why he had never allowed it to happen before, although many
times sorely tempted. He could not go there, into that special world,
alone, and to date, because he had not yet met the right person to
accompany him.
As the time grew closer to five o'clock Glen became more immersed
in the idea, knowing now what he had needed to make the crossing, and
knowing also that if it were not she, it would be someone, another
right one who would make the incredible journey with him. But first,
he knew, she, whoever she turned out to be would have to want to go,
realising as he did, that she might not want to return to the world
she had left.
It was perfect! And, it was time! Glen could hardly contain his
excitement, knowing what he knew and what he intended, and that Yara,
or some other did not, but soon would. They would both experience
such excitement, sensual pleasure, sexual rapture, torching bliss and
personal power and knowledge that one of them could only begin to
imagine - the other would have to try to once it had been explained in
the right manner and method - once they had been properly trained in
their own natural talents - latent, but natural. And then, only if
they wanted to be.
Glen knew from his own experience he could predict the degree of
sexual response he could elicit from each and every woman he chose to
consider for his explorations. After listening to them talk, at times
without even seeing what they looked like, speaking only on the phone
with them he could look into their soul, and any eventual naked
encounter between them, if he decided to go that far with them, would,
in a sense, be like a stage drama in which he often played. To the
uninitiated woman, even most Wicca women, sex is physical, love is
emotional, God is spirit, for he knew they were unaware of the unity
of body, mind, and spirit. Glen would use their bodies energetically
and consciously at first. Then under the practised control of the
touch of his hands and mouth they would lose control and twist about
to offer every part of themselves for his attentions.
At these times when he finally slid between their slick and
willing junctions, through their blaze of lust and unadulterated
passion they would soon realise that the experience they had committed
themselves to was not merely the ordinary friction of skin and sexual
parts, but a slow burn inside their minds and bodies, which would
always continue simmering as he attended its slowly-growing flame in
their lower bellies, thighs, breasts and nipples. The slow burn would
then move upward into their whole awareness, steadily and irreversibly
climbing toward, to them, an unknown and never-before experienced
ecstasy.
He then would cause their slow burn to soar to immeasurable dizzy
heights and bottomless pits until at last, they would explode with the
intensity of a supernova. Afterwards, as they lay gasping, their hair
plastered to their face with the sweat of their exertions they would
simply stare at him, stunned for a moment or two before they slid into
the dreamless sleep of their own fulfilment.
And now, Glen was seriously considering Yara as a suitable
candidate for membership of the order of his temple, if, he had read
her correctly. He had been wrong before, which was why he now moved
slowly but surely in any consideration, especially of the one of which
he was now contemplating. He knew she could be utterly unsuitable for
membership, but he hoped he was proven wrong. He tested his candidates
and other's initiates in many ways, physical, moral, and spiritual,
over a period of weeks which usually turned into months, and which
always included additional necessary training along the way and which
usually began after initial consideration with the giving to them of a
special temple name, as he had now done in his mind with her -
'Tyara.'
When five o'clock came around Glen paged her on the Internet as
soon as he plugged in, already aroused within himself - an arousal
born from sexual excitement and the possible gaining of knowledge and
pleasure he had always denied himself, not knowing why. Now he did.
After their greetings and the gaining of a little more knowledge
about the mysterious and exciting woman with the new name which he had
offered and she had accepted, and who bore the star-sign of Aries
which told him she had the exact natural personality and courageous
mind-set for the unknown he had been unknowingly searching for, he
subtly tested out the first tentative steps of the concept of his idea
on Tyara.
Glen did not tell her of the world where he intended to take her
if she wanted to willingly go with him. When that time came he would,
and only then did he want and could she give him an informed answer as
to her choice. But for the moment, he teased her with the entrance to
that awesome world's powerful gates with the concept of chatting in
voice, being hypnotised over the Internet by a perfect stranger, one
that she had sought out herself, and the opening of his own passion's
doors to her in a pure, but raw and sensual way with his words of no
chosen origin other than his heart and his mind.
Tyara had accepted the tantalising offers of sensual nourishment
and voice-chatting for hypnosis without any violent objections, and,
in fact, seemed quite excited about the idea, such excitement easily
seen by Glen as he read her replies, one after the other. He liked her
already, and he hadn't a clue what she looked like. Yet in his mind he
knew, and she was perfect at that point in time in his life. The more
she talked to him the more he knew her heart, and so her personal,
inner beauty and nature - her secret nature she allowed not that many
people in her life, if any, to really see and to feel and enjoy.
By the time they had said their goodbyes Glen was as hard as a
rock, and, if he could believe Tyara, and he doubted at this early
stage that being a liar didn't seem to be within the basic nature she
had showed him to date. In fact, Glen believed she had been more than
a little aroused in that manner as well. He shut down the computer and
began to dream, finally, of the world waiting for them both as
hypnotic explorers, if she wanted to go, and if she wanted to be
prepared properly for entry through that world's rapturous gates; a
journey in awareness he had been waiting to embark on for many, long
years.
The End of Chapter One. ---------------
Chapter Two
*
Over the next few days, as had become his custom when considering a
new initiate, Glen had been reviewing and reaffirming his own
doctrines and those of his temple. Conventional religions reject the
bodily union of man and woman as the least worthy of human activities,
claiming that God is to be served in spirit and in truth. Man is seen
as a spirit trapped in a gross body and salvation is achieved by
ignoring and denying the body's appetites until death releases to pure
spirit.
The perception of Glen's temple, regarding the natural, however,
differed very sharply from the conventional view. Sexual union was
regarded as the most instinctive and creative expression of man's
relation to the world outside himself. It insisted also that God was
to be served in spirit, in body, and in truth, but that carnal union
between men and women was to be seen as an outward and visible sign of
an inward and spiritual peace. This was the way in which he and others
of his secret temple, both men and chosen women approached each other
whenever they met for ritual experimentation, training or practice.
Glen had met Tyara over the net and spoken with her several more
times during those few days, verifying her basic willingness to her
slavery and her gradual and declared acceptance of him as her master
and teacher. He had only had one problem with her obedience and had
offered to release her. She had refused adamantly, although being
offered her release several times. At times, during hypnosis using a
headset and microphone he had doubted her, only to be reassured again
and again by her overall eagerness to participate in his early
training of her mind and body to respond to him and his voice
commands.
He had received a picture she had sent him over the net. He had
then responded in kind. She was an attractive woman with strong bones
in her face, which was the only part of her body visible in the photo
she had sent. Her hair was dark and of medium length, covering her
ears. Her cheekbones were broad, her mouth wide and very attractive,
and, beneath the photo of her from the neck down of which there was
nothing Glen could imagine easily her bosom as looking impressive by
his own standards. She talked easily and fluently as they had spoken,
her voice always seemingly taking on the natural submissive tone at
all the right times.
Glen had noted that Tyara had, at times, a sharp edge to her
voice that did not particularly suit someone in her willing role. He
had told her during trance to remove it forthwith. It remained to be
seen, however, how any of the many post-hypnotic triggers he had
installed in her subconscious mind would stand up to the test of time,
as well as her willingness to submit to him completely, both in and
out of trance.
During the nights after talking with her Glen would visualise,
mentally, emotionally, and physically in his nightly rituals before
retiring, the history and knowledge of his temple, and of the great
ones from whom he had long-taken his daily sustenance of their words
of wisdom and guidance for his benefit. And each night his strength
and wisdom for the coming bonding of Tyara to him in every part of her
awareness as it existed now would grow and grow.
Glen would ritualise Tammuz, the beloved of the great goddess,
Ishtar, who was a god in Babylon until she was cut down and trampled.
He would visualise Osiris the Good, remembering her time when men and
women were as animals, hunting in the wilderness for their sustenance
when she taught them the arts of civilisation and made them human. She
was a god in Egypt, but her brother Set had killed her and hacked her
body into pieces. Adonis, who was loved by the goddess, Aphrodite,
had been a god in Greece. On the mountains a wild boar had ripped his
sacred parts from between his legs with its tusks and tore open his
belly.
After each nightly ritualisation, and after each hypnosis session
over the Internet with Tyara, Glen's inner strength grew more and more
solid and sure, allowing him to feel more like the master he had been
accredited as, as a twenty-first level solo wick-yah, than he had ever
felt before, knowing in his ever-growing awareness he would never
kneel before man nor woman again in his earthly lifetime, but would
always consider that which he had somehow always known - that he was
indeed, now, a twenty-first level master of his temple, in every sense
of the word, and in every sense of the personal power he felt surging
within his mind and body whenever he was in Tyara's presence, in type
or by voice over the net.
Glen also knew why his personal power was growing; the way it
always did - by withdrawing the control and personal power from his
new initiate, his slave, Tyara, knowing that in the fullness of time
her own would be returned to her in a way she could never imagine at
her present level of awareness. But she would, Glen often thought to
himself as he brought her down slowly each time from the intense,
explosive orgasms he had been conditioning her mind, body, and senses
to achieve through hypnosis via his headset, helped by the gentle and
sometimes not-so-gentle pleasuring of her body's orifices with her own
knowing hands and fingers as he spoke to her in and throughout her
mounting bliss.
Each of her explosive, wonderfully free and howling climaxes had
been accurately determined by him at the time to be stronger and
longer than the last, irrespective of whether she had wanted to
participate in them or not at the beginning. Glen's sense of power
soared each time, higher and higher as the rapturous wails, moans and
groans of her pleasure's peaking and passing penetrated the very
centre of his mind through the headset as he shared each lengthening
and wonderful moment of that sharing and unconscious joining with her.
Glen had also used regressive hypnosis on her during some
sessions, although the information that had come forth from her lips
had been above and beyond her level of awareness at the time, as in
finding her awareness in sixteenth century Ireland in the season of
Autumn, amidst a village of Celts. Her awareness had then drawn her to
a twenty-five year old girl playing a harp. He knew it had been too
early for her to appreciate anything but the moment for the present
and had brought her away from the scene, hoping she would naturally
expand that shortfall in her awareness by being drawn to another
scene.
Right at that moment in time Tyara had been suddenly awakened,
however, by someone else in her residence. Glen had not been able to
take her back to where she had been in the awareness of her mind's
eye. He suspected in hindsight that she had not wanted him to, or had
not allowed herself to be tranced down deeply enough again. It had
been times like that when Glen had found himself with cause to doubt
her commitment to him completely as her master. He also knew that
would slowly but surely change in the future. If it did not, he knew
would simply dismiss and release her as his slave, as he had done with
so many others who had not measured up over the years. Glen had worked
on Tyara's unconscious mind in many and varied ways, all to her short
and long-term benefit, and hoped she would work out as his initiate
and slave in their mutual and beneficial exploration.
In the meantime his own personal commitments continued as part of
his temple requirements in between sessions with Tyara over the
Internet. These were on behalf of others of his temple who often sent
slaves or initiates to him from time to time for advanced training, of
which their own masters were incapable of giving. One such occasion
was that evening. He glanced down at his watch as he adjusted the
uncomfortable bulge in his trousers.
Glen quickly shut down his computer after pleasuring
Tyara yet again with another slow burn and fiery climax that had left
her howling sensually in his ear for several explosive minutes before
he had finally allowed her to gently float down into the relaxing
experience of experiencing her orgasm experience her in her
smouldering afterglow. Sharing her pleasure with her and taking her to
sexual heights she had never before experienced or imagined touched
him deeply as he stood on the threshold of the doorway to her future
unleashed bliss. He found more and more that he was enjoying every
second he spent with her and knew he was growing fond of her, as he
always did with any of his slaves or initiates.
Every session with her was now leaving him stirred, rock-hard and
rampant. Glen really did hope she would work things out in her mind as
far as her total and complete commitment to him went. The hypnotic
triggers he had installed in her subconscious mind would help; those
he had made her aware of, and those he had not made her aware of.
*
Her given coven-name was Myon. It meant 'Awakening Flower Princess.'
Glen settled comfortably on the large velvet recliner before him after
he had welcomed her in ritual fashion at the door and led her inside.
He had arrived only twenty minutes before at the downtown flat. His
renting of the nicely furnished flat was for just such occasions as
this.
"I have a strong body and a good and active mind, Master." Myon
said as she settled herself comfortably at his feet without being told
to do so. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. She had been trained
well and knew full well exactly what was expected of her in the
presence of one such as He. In the recent past Myon had spoken
secretly with another who had experienced specialised advanced
training at the knowing and experienced hands, body and powerful mind
of the one before whom she now sat respectfully; as well she would
bring no shame or disrespect to her own master who had arranged the
coming night's tuition.
Myon had been briefed only as to her manners and that was all,
for her own master knew not what would befall her that night, telling
her only that if she were found willing and ready she would learn. If
she was not, she would not. It was as simple as that.
Myon felt she was ready and had been for a long time. She had
been acutely aware of her heart hammering against her rib cage since
locking her respectful and submissive gaze into his when he met her at
the door. A powerful master indeed was He, of that she was sure,
simply by the aura of his presence and the way he affected her
physiologically. It was in his eyes, Myon thought, as she waited for
him to yet speak. His power and his strength were both emanating from
the depths of his eyes. She felt her sense of control subtly but
surely slipping away from her grasp already and he had yet to ask her
for her trance key.
Glen could see the excitement that could not be hidden behind her
eyes and in the rate of her breathing as her chest rose and fell
beneath his gaze. He smiled quietly down at her in the manner
expected. She returned his smile immediately.
"My life has been full so far, Master." Myon continued after
receiving a gentle nod from him, telling her he had no intention or
desire to speak to her at this stage. "But there is more for me yet to
learn and to experience. For that reason have I been sent to you."
Myon had learned a great deal since treading the path of Wicca
several years earlier, and had never forgotten her earlier teachings
that reminded her the more she knew, the more she realised she did not
know, and hence, should take every opportunity to learn and to explore
her own powers and natural talents without injury to another. And so,
in the fullness of her own time and the awakening of her won flower of
first-hand knowledge she had been chosen by her own wise master to
whom she now owed her obedience and allegiance even more so.
Myon wanted to learn and to know all that was possible for her to
know in her lifetime, and had dedicated herself to that task well over
years and her efforts toward gaining self-knowledge had been noticed.
She kept the strength of her gaze submissive as she gazed respectfully
up at the One seated above her line of sight. Those eyes, she thought.
Those powerful eyes. Again Myon felt her control ebbing away, as if
the tide were slowly but surely going out on her self control, her
will, and her wanting it not to at this early stage. And with that
thought alone Myon became aware of a familiar, yet gentle warmth
seeping in her lower belly and the junction of her smooth-shaven,
thirty three year old soft crease.
Glen nodded again to the obedient and respectful witch seated at
his feet, yet again said nothing, allowing only the words of his eyes
to convey any thoughts of intent he might wish to share with her,
testing her reception to them. Her soft, woollen dress was fastened at
the side of her neck by a large emerald button. Glen slowly allowed
his gaze to travel to it, and then back to her face and eyes.
Myon sensed her master's wishes and stood immediately, reaching
casually beside her shoulder to her neck to the button and undid it,
then shrugged her shoulders out of the dress. It fell forward and
slipped to her waist, catching and holding there on the curve of her
hips and the graceful and deep arch of her lower back at the beginning
of her buttocks. She reflected on the fact that He was her master for
the length of time He required of her and she accepted him totally in
that role. She straightened her shoulders, her plump breasts fully
exposed, but did not jut them out, even though the pulse racing
already in her veins dictated she would like to.
Glen stared at Myon's full breasts in respectful appreciation.
Then he looked up to her face. She was half-smiling down at him. Her
eyes had a slightly glazed look about them; half-tranced almost.
"I am not to know your rank, Master." Myon said quietly in a
submissive tone of voice. "And I know you are far above a lowly slave
princess like me. I am here for my enlightenment, and at your leisure.
How do you intend to proceed, that I may best serve the needs of both
of us?"
Myon could not believe the effect her master's strong eyes were
having on her mind and body. It seemed at some moments as if she were
drowning in those bottomless liquid pools of deep emerald green before
they would then soften and throw her almost unnoticeably subsiding
awareness a life-jacket. She felt her breathing deepen yet again; felt
the hesitation of excitement in each controlled breath she drew into
the humid depths of her lungs as she watched his hand slowly extend
toward her breasts. Her heart hammered silently against her ribs,
mercilessly, relentlessly, such that she had to close her eyes to
forcibly control her body's breathing and heart rate.
Glen smiled as he reached out with his left hand, fingers spread
wide and cupped her right breast, lifting it slightly at the same
time. Her breathing stopped momentarily, then began again, shaky and
uncertain as it entered and left her unconsciously-flaring nostrils
and slightly open mouth. He knew full-well the effect his presence was
having on the acolyte half-naked witch and felt himself stir
restlessly as she drew a deep, slow breath in trying to control that
effect.
"You are my sovereign, Master." Myon said quietly, almost a
whisper, the whispering being the only way she could be sure her voice
would not betray her lack of inner strength, and she definitely did
not want her master to think her attitude was only oriented toward sex
and not toward the learning and advancement she had been sent to
receive. Myon allowed her eyes to close while she continued her inner
dialogue with herself, desperately attempting to clear her mind of
unwanted thoughts of failure.
Glen glanced up. Her eyes had closed with the arrival of his hand
on her naked breast. He knew full-well what she was doing; trying to
subdue the enemy of uncertainty and failure, as they all did when
first finding themselves in his presence. Her chest lifted, as did the
breast in his hand and fingers as she drew another deep breath into
her lungs. He watched her eyes open, her gaze finding his immediately
and submitting respectfully, unquestioningly, without doubt of that
important fact on her face or in her eyes.
"I am only a lowly slave princess on yet another threshold. You
must have performed my allocated ceremony many times. I await your
command and am at your service, Master."
More and more did Myon feel her conscious control slipping away
from her without there being a single thing she could do about it,
even if she had wanted to, such was the silent strength and power of
the aura of He who now held the basin of the future milk of her
children yet to be. Myon sighed deeply in silent protest at the
betrayal so early of her own strength and control.
"Very many." Glen answered softly. He gently squeezed and lifted
her breast, looking squarely up into her eyes, pleased with the sudden
intake of breath through her mouth in a deep, silent gasp. "And
always with pleasure." he continued. "But from you, I expect more."
Myon's eyes widened as if on cue. The warmth seeping into her
inner thighs and between her buttocks and in her nipples flamed
briefly before diminishing once more to a slow burn. Her gaze
submissively locked more deeply into his as she readied to speak in a
more confident tone of voice, not that any noticeable return of her
control could be detected from the racing pulse in her veins.
"Tell me of the ceremony, Master," she asked him, her voice
containing just a hint of breathiness as her inner struggle continued,
" that I may best prepare to serve us both in my teachings.
"The marriage of Shiva and Bakti. Have you heard of it?" he asked
her, knowing she should have been taught the legend in her early
training. Yet he had found some who had forgotten.
Myon's eyes had half closed under the ongoing stress of her inner
battle with herself and her physiological emotions. Her eyes felt to
her like those of a big, lazy cat as he continued to fondle her
breast. She observed his gaze to visibly deepen somehow. Her own
breathing then quickly deepened beneath his softly penetrating gaze
and fondling hand and fingers as she watched her own chest rise and
fall more quickly, despite her best efforts to not allow it to do so,
struggling moment by moment with herself to recall the image of the
sexual and sensual joining of the two famous deities.
"I have heard of it and read of it in my teachings and learning,
Master." she answered, finding his gaze deepening further, draining
more of her self-control away from her conscious grasp.
"And what have you learned?" Glen asked her quietly, his gaze not
allowing hers to travel away from his own for a single moment,
trancing her and continuing the exploration of sensations in her mind
and body that still struggled internally as his warm fingers continued
to open and close, and his hand continued to lift its parcel of soft,
white flesh of breast.
"Only the name, Master." Myon answered submissively, and with
what seemed to her a monumental effort on the part of her throat and
voice to work. "That when it is performed the receiver will be unable
to speak for hours afterwards.
"It has that effect." Glen replied, impressed that her training
had been so detailed. "We will be undisturbed. An unexpected
interruption could hurt both of us."
Glen saw her eyes become full alert as he spoke. He smiled
reassuringly up at her and squeezed the soft, warm flesh a little more
firmly. Myon's eyes went immediately to half- mast once more as her
breathing shuddered in her throat before finding its hesitant escape
between her open lips. She licked them quickly, nervously.
"My bedroom is through the door behind you." Glen said quietly.
"We will not be disturbed in any way at any time. It is also a very
quiet ceremony from our own involvement."
Glen released her breast back to her slowly and changed to her
other breast. Myon gasped silently. Her breathing deepened further as
his fingers curled and wrapped themselves deeply into the soft
underbelly flesh below her elongated, dark-brown nipple. He lifted her
soft weight as he had with the other. Her breathing deepened even
more, but her eyes remained open at half-mast, staring down at him.
The ceremony Glen intended to conduct with Myon was one of great
antiquity, a re- enactment of the creation of the universe through
sexual union. His temple's belief was that only by cooperation between
man and woman can either advance spiritually. They fulfill and
complete each other, so that every sexual joining, however casual,
could be seen as a dim shadow of the cosmic act of creation. Performed
by adepts of equal standing the union of male and female approaches
more closely the primal act, lasting for several hours and partakes of
its powerful and divine nature, which is seen as continuing and
continuous, not once and for all. This point of view was very
different from the Christian one, which holds that the creation of the
universe by God occurred at some definite point in time past.
Glen then rose before her and led Myon to the bedroom, her breast
remaining gently, yet firmly grasped between his warm fingers as he
led the way. Once inside with the door closed he released her breast
back to her with a nod, knowing that she knew the protocol of what was
to follow next in ritual preparation for any ceremony.
Myon silently and quickly stripped naked, and then stripped Him
gently and completely. Her heart thumped wildly as her gaze fell upon
that which would soon fill her every essence, as well as her body.
Then they stood, as protocol required, with her waiting submissively
for him to lead to the next step while he tested her patience at this
early stage. Silently she contemplated Him and His, as He did her and
hers; each in their crowning naked glory, yet not yet physically
touching; allowing and accepting now the formal arrival of that which
had already been felt within their loins and bellies - the slow burn
of mounting sensual arousal. Myon became consciously aware of her own
damp, the musky aroma of her own body's anticipation and excitement of
the unknown that was soon to become her own first- hand knowledge.
Glen knew she would not move without his leading. Her nipples
were erect. The musky heated aroma of her body's arrival gently
assaulted his nostrils, causing them to flare instantly in returned
effect. He thickened and he lengthened before her gaze, knowing that
both of them were already sexually aroused, yet his intention was far
from the ordinary human response of getting onto the bed and
dispersing their gathering energies rapidly in an act of banal
copulation.
"You are like Shakti." Glen told her quietly but firmly as she
looked up at him from only an inch below his own height.
"Big-breasted, narrow-waisted, and broad-hipped. The ceremony has been
chosen well. Show me your circle." And the ritual of her knowing had
begun.
Myon looked around the room and behind her and down at the floor.
Her gaze fell upon that for which her gaze searched - a six-pointed
white star within a circle, painted on the floor. Glen moved to the
centre of it and nodded for her to continue, after glancing at a small
chest of drawers to the right of the closed door.
Myon walked quickly to the chest and opened the top drawer,
withdrawing some incense and a small crystal bottle of water. She
reached down and opened a box of matches, lighting one and then
setting alight the incense. Then she joined him in the centre of the
circle. Again Glen nodded to her. With the burning incense in her
right hand giving off its sweet-smelling smoke she walked slowly
around the circle, speaking her chosen mantra. Then she walked around
the circle again sprinkling the water in tiny drops around the edges
of it and consecrating it to their exclusive use, sanctifying the
space within so that no harm should befall either of them.
When she was beside him once more and both were facing to the
east, Glen pointed with his finger to the six-pointed star, turning
slowly as he traced all of its shape in the air.
"The power of the seal of Solomon the King of flames about us."
Glen said forcefully. "Into it shall come no evil thing." He then
faced Myon and took her hands while he spoke of the nature of the
ceremony he was about to embark them both upon, his voice full of
confidence, strong with his own inner power. When he had finished that
part he asked; "Do you understand this?"
"I understand the words, Master." Myon replied immediately, and
in a quiet voice. "But I cannot understand what will happen." Myon
knew she would not remember every word, but her awareness told her of
the implications of her part in the coming secret and very advanced
ritual joining.
"When the goddess enters into you." Glen told her. "You will
understand." Then he positioned them both facing east, side by side
again. He raised his hands, palms upward and called loudly on all the
forces of the universe to help him in his endeavours.
"Powers of the Kingdom," Glen continued. "Be beneath my left foot
and within my right hand...Conduct me between the two columns before
me...On which the Temple Apex stands...Victory and Glory strengthen me
in my rising....Upon the cubical stone of the
Foundation...Understanding be my love...Wisdom be my light...Be that
which you are...And that which you will to be."
The powerful vibrations rippled throughout Glen's mind and body
as he spoke the sacred words. He felt them as part of himself. He
felt their surge and felt ablaze with a renewed and raw energy. He saw
Myon make the sign of the cross over her body, noting the slight
shaking of her fingers as they trailed through the incensed-filled air
of his room. He heard her words of sacredness that followed his,
knowing what she was saying and understanding all.
As Myon touched her forehead, her navel, her right nipple, her
left nipple, her words meant; 'The Crown, The Kingdom, the Power and
the Glory,' and as she pressed her palms together at the level of her
lips; 'In all eternity.' And each part she touch so flamed quietly in
its own heat and depth as her mind and body's slow burn continued to
simmer. They turned then to face each other. Following Glen's leads,
Myon sank down to her knees before him, her gaze trailing slowly down
the full length and girth of that which was His and which would soon
be knowing the very deepest part of her slow-burning core.
Glen followed and the two of them knelt three feet apart. Between
them on the floor Glen traced the outline of a large equal-sided
triangle, its base side toward himself and its point toward Myon.
"In this sign we see the oneness of Shakti and Shiva." Glen said
powerfully, feeling himself surge in sexual power as he began to throb
and expand in its essence. "From your side you see the representation
of the female parts. From my side I see the representation of the male
parts, though there is only one figure."
Glen then clapped his hands loudly together three times and moved
forward to sit cross-legged within the imaginary triangle he had
traced. The soles of his feet were upwards on opposite thighs in a
Yoga position.
Then, with his gentle nod as her signal Myon rested her hands on
His shoulders, her legs straddled outside His thighs. He took her by
the hips and held her while He kissed her belly, above her
clean-shaven smoothness. Then, under the guidance of His hands she
lowered herself until He was able to kiss her breasts, then lower
still, and His fingers were between her widely-parted thighs, opening
her like a flower in the heat of Springtime. Myon deepened her
breathing and then gasped as she sat across fully down on His lap,
settling finally at last, fully penetrated and widely stretched in His
girth, her arms and legs clasped behind His back. The loud sigh
escaped her mouth before she could prevent it doing so as he spoke to
her.
"Listen closely for your greater cause." he said to her, his eyes
drawing her inside the depth of his penetrating gaze. "Soon my
thoughts will all be yours." Myon felt her will crumbling with her
last vestiges of self-control. "Allow these words of power to
hold....Your mind and body are now mine to control." And Myon knew and
felt she was losing it, terrified she would do so completely before
she could finish, resulting in her shameful failure. Her head throbbed
as she allowed her trance to deepen and her trust in Him and His
control to be complete.
Master and slave princess, a man and a woman joined sexually,
waiting for the transformation that would take place when their bodies
and minds were ready for it. They sat straight-backed, Glen's arms
around Myon's waist, supporting her and holding her close, looking
into her half-closed and well-tranced eyes. This was a ceremony not to
be hurried, but he knew, because of her inexperience she could not
hold his depth and fullness in the position he had allowed her body to
settle fully into. It would be asking too much of her at her present
level of awareness, experience and training.
The position Glen h ad chosen prevented any thrusting of sexual
parts, as it was supposed to. The sensations that formed quickly with
the slow burning in each of them came from their male and female
sexual polarities in total and complete firm-pressure contact, but
without friction of movement. Glen had Myon follow his breathing
pattern and then to let the patterns of her breathing become
automatic. A tingling soon rapidly made itself felt through his body.
A feeling of warmth suffused him. A rhythmic pulsation began to throb
and became an inner vibration within the deepest core of his body and
mind. His sexual energy gathered rapidly and surged upward between
their sexual parts in contact, striking them both like heated fire and
electricity set free to roam unchallenged as the gods came closer.
Myon's temples throbbed and pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
Her nipples stung with a white hot fire as her slow burn began to
mount within her in earnest. The inner cups of both her breasts
swelled and flamed. Her buttocks flexed and contracted unconsciously
in anticipation and her body strained and relaxed, stretched and
contracted to accommodate His hugeness, His length, and His girth. And
her core of sexual pleasure and knowing pulsed against the pressure of
his skin. She felt it, sensed it, and accepted its fullness in loving
acceptance of that which was almost upon her. She could feel and she
could sense its quickening.
A low guttural moan bursting from Myon's drawn lips as the sudden
pressure of his loins forced the soft fleshy hood upward between the
swollen lips of her open mound and crease, exposing the Jewel of her
Nile to the raw pressure and heated impact of such openness and
pressure of exposed contact. Myon's vision and senses swam in a
turbulent sea of sensual pleasure, raw and unadulterated as it
unleashed itself fully on her awareness and physical body.
Time no longer had any meaning for Myon or Glen. They saw nothing
but each other, were aware of nothing but each other. Their breathing
had slowed in unison and their bodies throbbed sensuously as their
sexual tension grew rapidly from the slow burning of non- friction
contact and rapturous raw flesh pressure. Their arms had unconsciously
tightened around each other. Myon's internal muscles had begun
automatically clasp and unclasp Glen's deeply-planted full and
throbbing erection in a slow rhythm. Her cervix dilated and expanded
against the unmoving pressure contact of his presence against it. A
deep level of herself had been stimulated into action for the very
first time as they ascended together upward on the long and gentle
slope of passion's mountain and sexual union of the finest kind,
unhurried and in complete harmony, to where the gods awaited them
both. Glen's entire awareness was the vision of Shiva and Shakti
locked in their embrace, while Myon hung desperately onto the last
shreds of her own consciousness and rapidly fading awareness of who
she was in reality.
Her arms held Glen tighter and tighter. Her mouth unconsciously
searched for and found his waiting. They were both lost in sensation,
oblivious to their surroundings, the room, the building, the city, the
whole world about them - all ceased to exist. Then suddenly and
violently, Myon trembled as her orgasm began in her lower body and
wracked and bathed her from head to toe as it torched and flamed its
way rapidly up and down her belly and spine simultaneously. She
screamed from the pit of her soul as its rapturous blissful heat
ripped her awareness of identity of self apart from stem to stern. She
shuddered violently and he held her tightly to him in her moment of
knowledge and sharing. The tears streamed unconsciously and
unknowingly from the corners of her eyes.
At that moment they were no longer their names; not teacher and
student, not master and slave, but Shiva and Shakti in the fullness of
their knowing of the other, of becoming the other in complete sexual
union of minds and bodies; two aspects of the reality which contains
male and female within itself, and is ultimately the source of all.
They breathed as one and gasped as one entity when the explosive
lights dimmed their minds and senses to muteness, except for their
deep rasping gasps into each other's throat as wave after wave of
white, rapturous fire torched their spines from their bottoms to the
top of their skulls, wrenching the guttural pleasure-moans and groans
of the gods joining and finally becoming only one entity within them.
And finally, after a time of eternity the fire dimmed and
simmered once more and became as it had been in the very beginning of
their joining. Glen gently unwound Myon's arms from around himself and
leaned back to look at her, deepening himself as he remained embedded
within her glistening body. Though they were still linked sexually
Glen, with the marriage of their joining had now become aware of her
only as a part of himself that he had projected outwards into an
existence of its own. She was beautiful and his mind was full of the
marvel of what he now saw.
Myon felt herself on the edge of a great abyss, uncertain of who
she was or what she was doing. Her mind swam and spun crazily and her
body throbbed and pulsed from her junction to the crown of her head
with wave after subsiding wave of sheer, raw pleasure. Her body
sweated from head to toe and her limbs trembled as she waited alone in
the silent gasping of dimming awareness. Myon was frightened...of the
strength of the pleasure still rippling through her mind and
body...and of the unknown yet to come. Myon did not know who she was
anymore as her straining new awareness began to dawn in the form of a
distant melody in her mind. She began to calm a little and settle
inside herself somewhere she did not know existed, and then, slowly,
her body began to dance.
Glen felt her in his awareness slowly unfold her trembling legs
from his back and move gently upward and backward away until there
loins were parted. Then finally he became aware of her looking at him,
knowing a little in his heart that she had not seen him as he had seen
her, but aware that her awareness of who she really was had increased
beyond her immeasurable imagination. She had advanced, as he had
expected she would from the experience. She was still staring at him
and to him she was still Shakti, newly aware of herself as a distinct
being after the ecstasy of blissful union. He watched her stand up
slowly, her full breasts swaying sensuously in time with a distant
music he knew she too could hear clearly inside her head, her thighs
trembling still.
Then, after a while of watching her hips and thighs and entire
body writhing and twisting slowly to her inner theme of blessed union
and spiritual growth Glen became aware of himself and the world in
which he lived and loved. They had reached that point in the ceremony
that showed that everything that men and women imagined that they
experienced was generated for them by the dance of Shakti and the
illusion of separation from the source of who they really are. And he
knew it was just that - only an illusion.
Myon had realised what she had learned, yet she was still unaware
of who she was at that moment in time. She was pervaded by a sense of
her own aloneness in the fullness of her newfound knowledge. She
stopped dancing and looked down at Glen, suddenly feeling afraid and
alone in the extreme; once again teetering on the edge of the abyss of
the unknown. He raised his arms and she took his hands quickly, to be
pulled down toward him. Her awareness in her sudden alarm observed his
waiting shaft. He was still hard and erect, and she knew the power of
Shiva was still in him. Myon sank gratefully onto his lap and sighed
deeply as the impalement of her central shaft accepted His own fully
and completely once again. She sighed in gratitude and love for the
closeness of such fullness within her being.
"You are Shakti." Glen told her in a slow voice. "You and I are
one. The sense of separation is an illusion."
"I was frightened." she answered in a shaking voice-whisper, then
gasped as he shifted into her centre more deeply. "You are Shiva. We
are the same." Myon gasped yet again as her breathing then deepened
considerably with his penetration into unchartered and
never-before-felt regions of her inner being..
Her legs clasped his hips tightly and her arms were quickly about
his neck. Glen stroked her hair lovingly to calm her in her new and
sensual experience, knowing what she was going through in her growing
awareness. Then he sensed she was ready for the next step. He placed
his hands atop each of her shoulders and forced her slowly down more
deeply onto her impalement, spearing her central core through that
which would one day give birth to her young through the pain of loving
tears. He heard her draw instantly a deep breath of air, gasping
loudly as he forced her slowly downward and unleashing her slow burn
to flame yet again within her mind and senses.
And so then did he hold her clasped to him unmoving this way.
They sat together, linked only by their sexual parts until Myon was
once again comforted. In his mind Glen held an image of the union of
Shiva and Shakti derived from one of his icons at his home. When he
became aware once again of the sensual clasping and unclasping action
inside of Myon's centre he identified himself and her with the two
divinities, Shiva and Shakti. In the milking of his sexual part was he
being drawn more and more into that which he visualised so strongly
and so completely. He was being drained, melting and merging into one
being with her in her inner manipulation of his lance hilted so deeply
as to be a part of her own inner body. He drew breath.
"Here is given true insight onto the great goddess." he told her
as he pressured her open crease with his loins. "He or she who gains
this insight is released and becomes one with her."
Then he shifted forward once again, sliding back the sheath that
beheld her Jewel. Her lips full and spread wide against the pressure
allowed the most intimate of contact against it in its loving embrace.
He felt its volcanic heat as her slow burn began to race unchecked
through her mind and senses. Glen knew Myon would shortly reach the
end of her ability to sustain him and the powerful, raw sensations of
sheer sexual ecstasy inside her being and would no longer be able to
retain her conscious awareness at all. He decided to cut the ceremony
short and take her with him into the final act. He pulled more
forcefully down on each of her shoulders with his hands, embedding
himself to the hilt inside her body where he knew no man had ever
touched before with his own sexual part, nor she with anything made
from the mind of man. He felt her control go completely. Her body
opened to his deepest penetration like a Lotus flow, accepting him
fully into the mouth of her cradle of yet unborn. She screamed and
groaned at the same time.
Myon heard not the sounds of her own ecstasy, unknowingly
groaning at the sheer depth of his penetration. She gasped as the
waves of pleasure began to burn and torch upward and outward from her
fiery centre. The erect and elongated nipples of each of her swollen
and throbbing breasts sung with the angels and stung with the fire of
opposites. Her buttocks flexed and her insides involuntarily began to
shudder in the contractions, relentless in their loving and milking
assault upon that part of Him that was opening her like a ripe fruit
of the sweetest vine.
When Myon's orgasm finally came it came quickly, and with a
vengeance, flaming quickly throughout her mind and senses; a slow burn
no longer. Her senses deserted her for heaven's seventh heaven; where
angels do not fear to tread and welcomed her home fully into their
nurturing breasts. Her essence soared and sang with them as she saw
herself for that which she now had become through the joining of two
into one - that which had been decreed for her learning - that which
had now come to pass as she willingly dove the essence of who she now
was into the darkness of the great abyss that had previously held only
dread for her. And the ultimate happiness and peace of that entity
doove down right beside her to keep her warm in her rapid descent.
Glen went with it fully, opening himself and the gates that had
to that time remained securely closed. Each spurting pulse of his
semen soared like a garden fountain, flinging its sparkling essence
upwards into the bright sunshine of her liquid warmth, until the jet
broke back against that from which it had been birthed and fell in
shimmering rainbows inside her channel of divinity. He was one again
with Myon now and deep inside himself he knew that the superhuman
ecstasy was shared, at least in part, if not in full. Yet in the
fullness of her time he knew she would know it as he.
It was as if with his own body Glen experienced the rapid and
deep contractions of raw sensual delight in her lower belly; through
her he could feel the strength and firmness of his own gushing length,
as if she were the man and he the woman. And so, over many, many
minutes of rapturous passing did the ecstasy remain, not fading in
seconds as with ordinary copulation between humans, but remaining at
its blissful peak as the universe recreated itself through their
joining and sharing of each other's minds and bodies. Time again had
stopped and the universe remained uncreated with the woman astride
him.
Glen would have remained in that uncreated universe had he not
suddenly been brought back to earth by the realisation that the light
of conscious awareness in Myon had dimmed. With a long sigh her arms
suddenly slid from his neck and her legs trailed loose about him. She
had fainted from the sheer pleasure of her experience, prolonged by
him beyond the known or ever-before-experience of the limits of
endurance. He held her by the shoulders while he gently disengaged
their sexual parts and lowered her slowly to the floor backwards. Then
he sat cross-legged on the floor between her parted legs and slowly-
draining centre, contemplating her naked beauty and waiting for her to
recover. Glen knew her mind had simply shut down from the stress of
the overload on her nervous system. He smiled in love for her newfound
awareness knowing the deep unconscious wisdom of her body would allow
her full and complete recovery in its own time.
Finally, after about thirty minutes Myon's long legs twitched and
her head rolled to one side. Glen got up and stretched, then knelt
beside her as her eyelids fluttered open. He stroked her face gently
until she mumbled something unintelligible, then picked her up bodily
and carried her to the bed and got in with her. She was more fully
awake by then, but still deep within the slow burning of her trance
induction she did not even realise had taken place. Her mouth
struggled to open and finally found his in a brief kiss. Then he took
her in his arms as she sighed once or twice and slid into a deep sleep
on his shoulder.
Glen smiled silently in the dark with her final sleeping sigh,
wondering if he would ever be lying that way with Tyara, his new
initiate, sleeping on his shoulder after joining in holy union after
the joining ritual of Shiva and Shakti, as he had just done with Myon.
Then he too sighed, knowing it was only a matter of time, as it always
was. Then he, too, drifted off into a deep and exhausted, pleasant
sleep.
*** The End of Chapter two.
(If you like how the story is
developing please email me and let me know. If you don't, email me
anyway with your criticisms for your future reading pleasure. - Thank
you for reading)
Mesmer
* * * * *
"Hypnotic Explorers." (c) Chapter 3
by Mesmer
*
On the Monday night following the visit of the witch, Myon, Glen took
a loose Japanese robe from his cupboard. The colour was amethyst and
the material was satin. He tied it around his waist, the chord the
colour of flaming red. He took up a position on the large rug on the
floor and sat cross-legged, resting his hands comfortably on his
knees. Staring at a picture on the wall he allowed his awareness to
take it all in. It was a large picture, one of a tall five-pointed
star within a circle that reached from floor to ceiling. It was
centred by a naked man, his arms and legs reaching widely apart,
fitting the star perfectly at its perimeters.
To Glen the picture carried important information that was always
freely available to him whenever he meditated on its depth and intent.
He relaxed comfortably, allowing the hidden meaning of the painting to
fill his conscious mind and gradually invade his resting, but
never-asleep subconscious mind where his personal power resided. There
it would have the most desired effect.
The meaning of the star represented the five elements that went
to make up man in his essence, of which Glen was himself made - earth,
water, air, fire, and spirit. The circle bordering the large star
represented perfection and the intent of God in his infinity. The
man's genitalia were outlined in a darker edge of colour, with his
member fully erect and upright. This, Glen knew was man, identified
with the universe and its origin, bringing his powerful and natural
sexuality into the centre of all. It was the completeness in the
generative force of man, of nature, and of God as he knew of God to
be..
And it was upon that concept that Glen mediated each evening and
early morning to remind himself of who he really was, once the
illusions of modern-day society had been stripped away by his
subconscious mind, leaving only 'who' he really was - not 'what' he
was by day as he went through the interaction with that society called
the twenty-first century civilisation, but 'who' he really was. He
reminded himself within his meditations that 'who' he really was, was
'not' his thoughts, 'not' his emotions, and 'not' his sensations. They
were 'what' he was, but they were not 'who' he was. The drawing near
of the end of his mediation session by practised instinct brought Glen
to the always realised conclusion from all his learnings - that 'who'
he really was, was the pure awareness of 'what' he was 'not'.
Glen then centred his focussed concentration on the six-pointed
star in the centre of his altar standing before the wall with the
painted picture. He had long-passed the five- pointed star in his
experience of the years of training and practise. The six-pointed star
was also contained within a complete circle coloured of silver.
He meditated and focussed on the aims and goals of his life, its
direction and its primary mission, visualising clearly in his mind's
eye a large cloud of light above his head. His hand raised and he
drew the light into himself. His hand and fingers electrified as they
pressed lightly against his forehead. Then he made with that hand and
those fingers the sign of the cross of the Cabal. He touched his
navel, his right nipple, his left nipple and then folded both hands in
front of his face. He said aloud and firmly: "Malkuth ...Din ... Hod."
which meant 'The Kingdom, the power, and the glory.'
In his mind Glen was performing the ceremony that he had not
performed with any other, such was the secret nature of this fist-hand
discovered knowledge. With others of lesser experience he had to
remained within the boundaries of that which they could understand
from their own experiences and learning. Only above the twentieth
level among the Solo Wick-yah Society of male witches could he attempt
what he was doing now, either alone or with one of them as an
attendant and guide, or female participant.
Now he saw himself standing above the universe as he imagined it
to be. He was eye to eye with the gods, one and all. He was not a
worshipper, nor a supplicant, but saw himself as an equal - not with
God, but with the many and varied forms of God through which men and
women may try to approach Him. Glen felt ablaze with inner power as he
finished slowly his evening meditation, needed because of the
energy-drain of the night before in the advanced sexual training and
enlightenment of the witch, Myon.
His thoughts returned to her and the ceremony he had performed
with her, stirring him from below, such was the power and energy
contained within its extremely sensual ritualistic proceedings. Then
he found his thoughts changing easily and almost without notice to
those of Tyara, his new and willing slave and initiate of his own
circle. She was his new ward and for her he would always ensure his
energies were high for she deserved no less of him in his accepted
role as her chosen master of learning and teaching.
Satisfied, then Glen retired for the night, settled, peaceful and
content in his thoughts of her and that which was soon to come. The
natural energy and connectedness between Tyara and himself had been
decreed - of that he was certain, and was why he would conserve his
energies and personal power, to enhance that psychic link whenever
they were together over the Internet at this stage of their
relationship, until the very first meeting.
He drifted off into a deep and sound sleep with visions of their
first meeting and that which would surely follow as the teaching of
her in person took on a more urgent and serious nature. As the
sandman closed his eyes for the last time that evening it found him
unconsciously smiling, still holding onto the thought of their first
sexual union as his conscious awareness dimmed and extinguished and
his subconscious awareness rose to full alertness to stand guard for
the night.
* *
At 6.30 on the following evening Glen
went through his normal ritual of guarding and protecting himself from
unwanted influences before he logged onto the Internet. He drew
silently in his mind a circle of cold fire about himself as he chose
the sacred words that would see him untouched and remain so for as
long as he was connected.
"Greatest of all, basis of all, power behind all, lord of the
universe, initiator of all life; you have commanded me to rise and
make my own way in this my everyday life. Let there be turned aside
from me whatever evil may come to threaten my well-being."
Then, relaxed and settled Glen logged onto the Internet in search
of his slave and ward, Tyara. After a few minutes his communicator
showed she was on-line. He paged her his greetings.
"Merry Meet, Tyara." he typed.
He reply was a little slow, yet arrived nevertheless in short
time. "Merry met, master." she answered.
It was time, Glen decided on impulse and a feeling of right in
the centre of his being. "You will meet me at the centre of town this
evening at nine o'clock." he told her, then giving her the address of
his downtown flat before she had a chance to reply. It was a chance,
he knew it. A big one at that. She could have had commitments of any
nature that would prevent her complying with his command. He waited,
but not for long before her answer typed itself across his screen. Now
her commitment t o him and her future learning would show true.
"Yes Master." her fingers typed from somewhere else in the city.
Glen felt himself stir instantly, not noticing the breath he had
been unconsciously holding leave his mouth in a silent and slow stream
of humidity.
"So be it." he answered. "Until then. Blessed be."
And then he smiled contentedly. It was time ......
* * *
Glen arrived at the flat with an hour
to spare and began his preparations. As he went about his tasks in
ritual preparation his thoughts travelled over the mysteries of the
Solo Wick-yah Society to which he and all members belonged in their
separation. Their rites and secret doctrines were based on the psychic
energy that came about whenever male and female joined in sexual union
together. Working alone Glen had been able to allow his consciousness
to be guided through hypnotic exploration and discovery to a point
where it underwent a shift. But the final shift to that of the highest
communion with himself had not yet taken place and he knew it.
He had not been able to move out beyond the edge of his own world
and into the one which awaited him for any length of time for very
long, and even then he had not gone the distance for the shift in his
conscious and subconscious awareness to take place and remain
permanent. Glen realised that if the right woman had been with him in
the past there would have been no barrier to prevent the shift taking
place and remaining permanent in his psyche. If the right woman had
been there the way would have been opened for them both - of this he
was now certain, and had been in hindsight for a long time - hence his
continual searching of the Internet where his task was simply to be
there, whereby the one for whom he searched, with whom he would be
able to make the final shift would ultimately seek him out, attracted
to his presence psychically, through the energy he extended globally
as he roamed the electronic highways in the silent world of
cyber-connections. Now he believed she had, and her name was ...
Tyara.
He finished his preparations and mixed himself a small drink
while he waited for Tyara to arrive. Glen could feel his sexual
energies begin their slow burn as he sat down to think through every
step in how he would direct the modified initiation ceremony with her.
To the best of his belief she was not Wicca oriented in the fullest
sense and would have to be taken through the back door, so to speak,
and avoid the early ritualisation of Wicca orientation in the Great
Ceremony. He wanted to bring her up quickly through her awareness, and
if that meant hurting her to be ultimately kind to her, it was a small
sacrifice to pay for the entrance to the doorway of the hidden world
for them both to make.
The curtains had all been drawn closed. All lights had been
extinguished except the one beside the large bed in his bedroom and
another tall, yet small one just inside the entrance door. Tyara would
not know, of course, that he was directing their coming sexual union
as a ceremony as such, but in the fullness of her time and in her
knowing would the truth reveal itself to her as her awareness dawned
brilliantly at each of her peaks and after their passing; and when she
had time to reflect.
That fact alone allocated him certain problems in his chosen task
of her initial sexual orientation and rapid, somewhat forced sexual
awakening, but all would be well with them both by evening's end - of
that Glen was very sure. He would make no mistakes with his chosen
ward - his willing slave of his choosing, and her unknowing.
* * *
The knock was tentative and short -
only three light taps on the wooden surface. Glen rose and walked
calmly to the door, his sexual tension amalgamating with his own slow
burn. He felt cool and collected, and not a little excited about their
first face to face meeting. He reached down, grasped the knob and
turned it slowly, pressuring backward a little to open it to her.
There she stood. He stood aside a little and allowed her to
enter, then softly closed the door behind her and watched her halt and
wait for him. He walked around and stood before her, gazing about her
countenance and features while her eyes remained fix and downcast on
the carpet floor. Glen felt his pulse quicken as he took in the full
form of her from head to toe, missing nothing in his initial scrutiny
of his Internet-ward and willing slave, now standing before him in
the flesh.
Tyara looked her age in the dim lighting. Nothing more and
nothing less; not old and not young - ageless and perfect; just as he
pictured she would appear when first they would meet. Glen cared
little for the outer, knowing that beneath the outer of each person
lay the inner person they really wanted to share with the world. Her
frame was strong and her set was solid, yet not heavy by his own
standards. Glen believed that thin women would feel a lot more healthy
and happy in their daily lives if they would forget about fashion and
carried a little more healthy weight. Her hair was dark and shoulder
length, shining in the dim glow like the feathers of a raven in the
moonlight. He could see she wore no make up and was pleased.
Tyara knew she was being appraised and stood silently, keeping
her eyes toward the floor in respectful manner of He before whom she
now stood. Her pulse was racing and her heart thumped noisily in her
ears. When He had commanded her to come it had taken her by surprise.
For some reason she had not imagined it happening for a while yet. She
had gotten a friend to watch her two children without trouble in doing
so, having made her decision the instant she had seen His command
typed across her screen. Her knees trembled with excitement and she
longed to look upward see His face, yet she dare not until given
permission. She waited, silent and feeling already a knowing warmth
between her buttocks and thighs.
Glen watched Tyara for several silent minutes in his initial
appraisal, seeing her gaze dart quickly around her, yet the facing of
her head never left the forward and bowed inclination and her eyes
never met his in their rapid travel. Finally he finished and smiled to
himself. He was satisfied and content.
"Blessed be, Tyara." he said with a strong, yet soft tone to his
voice.
"Merry meet, Master." she answered, loving the soft strength in
his voice. It was exactly how she imagined it would sound. Her gaze
however, did not leave the carpet for a second.
"And to you." he answered, then; "Please look at your master now
and approve, if that so be your final desire of choosing, or turn away
and leave now." Glen commanded her gently.
He watched as her face slowly but surely lifted, along with her
steady, wide-open gaze as it settled on his own. Glen thought briefly
that he detected the beginnings of a smile, but then it had vanished
as quickly as it had come. He remained as still as breathless morning
air in the heart of the high, cool mountains, allowing her to do with
him as he had done with her, but his eyes never left her face as her
gaze took him in from top to bottom in a very short time before once
again settling itself onto some spot on the carpet as her head bowed
respectfully.
"Your conclusion, please." he stated matter-of-factly, yet in a
soft, firm tone of voice again.
Tyara had taken Him in as He had done her and was very pleased
indeed with the result. He was in all ways exactly as she had
expected, right down to the robe He was wearing, tied with the red
sash. Her arousal had continued unashamedly as she had searched His
shape and form. And His eyes, that gaze; she had never seen anyone
with eyes like His - so commanding in their gentleness; so soft in
their commanding. She answered her Master immediately and spoke.
"This one is well-pleased, Master." she replied without looking
at him directly.
"Would you care for a drink?" Glen asked, assuming she would have
to be a little nervous. He had noted the deepening of her breathing
before speaking and wanted her to calm herself and her mindset.
"Thank you, Master." came her soft answer, after clearing her
throat gently and softly. She needed something to calm her down. Her
knees were shaking and she hoped He had not seen, yet she knew He had.
Her throat was dry from the deep breaths she had been taking to
instill her confidence and courage back to what it had been before she
had gazed into His eyes.
Glen turned and walked to the bar, knowing his way blindfolded in
the semi-darkness and returned with a small drink for each of them -
straight Rum over only one ice cube. He handed it to her with a smile.
Tyara watched Him turn and she watched Him go. And then she
watched Him return, her eyes never leaving His presence for a single
moment. The rest of the room had faded from her awareness. There was
only Him. Her Master. And her heart hammered her ribs relentlessly.
"Drink and remove your unnecessary fears and concerns. You are
safe and you are protected." he said as she looked up a little to see
where her hand was reaching. "Please take your refreshment at one
time. We have much to do, and your timely awakening will become
impatient for both our attendance before much longer."
Glen quickly downed his own, a half-inch of pure quality Rum,
felt the instant fire in his mouth, throat, and finally his belly,
then watched her do the same, although somewhat hesitantly in
approaching her lips. But once there it disappeared with a small, but
quick toss backward of her head. He smiled warmly at her bravery
showing through, despite her obvious nervousness.
Tyara raised her glass following His lead. She would drink it
whatever it was. Anything to give her back some control over her
racing thoughts and emotions, and any control over her shaking and
trembling knees and quivering thighs would be a god-send. She threw
her head back and tossed down the hot, fiery liquid. It burned her
throat and mouth, and then torched her belly all the way to the
bottom, such that sh e gasped the cool air quickly but silently to
cool the fires beginning now from above her belly and stop them
reaching the simmering between her legs. She handed the glass to His
outstretched hand, feeling what she believed was a slight shock when
both their hands were on the glass at the same brief moment in time.
"Follow me." he commanded her gently. "And allow your gaze your
permission to view what it likes, and who it likes."
Glen led Tyara into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.
He turned and looked at her once again to find her gaze locked onto
his in the slightly greater display of light from the bedside lamp. He
smiled at her and accepted her instant smile in return showing even ,
white teeth in the lamp's rays. She was a woman in heart from the
warmth of her smile, which meant therefore she could be his sacred
vessel this coming night.
Tyara followed His tall and muscular frame. Her heart thumped
wildly like a teenager as her gaze tried to penetrate the robe He was
wearing, visualising her mind's delight and wondering what would
transpire once they were in the bedroom. Her nerves were stretched
taught like a bowstring, yet the hot alcohol had both calmed her and
heated her at the same time. She wanted to speak to Him, yet knew not
how to begin in the presence of He who had commanded her to come, and
she had ... without question, and without reservation.
"I am unknowing, Master." she said finally, softly without losing
his gaze. "I need your guidance to serve us both in the manner you
intend." Where was her self-control? She thought as His gaze deepened
in her own.
"You will be guided correctly." he replied. "Do not concern
yourself with formalities. Allow yourself to settle and centre in
your mind, body, and your emotions. Everything will proceed in the
moment of its readiness. Hurry it not, but enjoy the moments of
arrival as they settle at your feet."
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry." she said, bowing her head to his gaze.
She knew she had been rebuked in her nervousness and felt
ashamed, but He had seen her embarrassment and had been gentle with
her. Many masters would not have been. The warmth between her legs and
in her lower belly was slowly burning and radiating upward and into
her breasts. She could feel the stiffening of each nipple beneath her
dress as her breathing deepened without her conscious awareness of it
doing so.
"Your apologies are not necessary - only your allegiance and your
servitude of commitment."
"I understand, Master. And I thank you." Tyara answered and
returned her gaze slowly to meet his with a soft, yet nervous smile.
For several long minutes did he stand quiet watching her watching
him, each alone with their thoughts and anticipation of what was to
come. Several times did Glen's careful and slow gaze roam the fullness
of her form, taking in everything and fitting it into the ritual
ceremony to follow. He modified nothing from his original modification
of the initiation ceremony he had so carefully prepared in his mind
before her arrival. Then finally it was time for the initial knowing.
Tyara felt His presence in her mind somehow. He was there, inside
her thoughts, but how? His gaze was so soft and yet so authoritative
in its gentleness of command. She had never known such a powerful
presence. And then she began to feel apprehension as to the unknown.
Her breathing became hesitant as she searched His face, drawn always
back to His eyes and face. She could feel a moment arriving for
something awesome to happen. Her tension mounted, as did the heat
between her legs and the slow aching in her breasts and nipples.
"We shall begin, Tyara." he commanded her gently, allowing his
strong gaze to run quickly to her feet and back to her eyes, testing
her sense of perception at the beginning.
"Yes, Master." she answered, her slight smile fading instantly.
Tyara then reached behind her back to unzip her blue dress. It
was short enough to expose a good half of her thighs, but she had not
been sure exactly about what she should wear. She somehow sensed what
was expected of her, rather than knew from experience, which surprised
her. His gaze seemed to speak for Him. Her arms lifted without her
conscious awareness and slowly pulled her dress upward and over her
head. Her half-cup brassiere was mostly black lace and did nothing to
conceal her natural endowment of full and well-shaped breasts. Then
she slowly half-turned her back to Him while she rolled down her
tights, bending over slightly which jiggled her bare buttocks
unintentionally as she removed them completely. When she turned to
face Him once again her shiny, she knew He would see that her satin
briefs were the smallest that possibly he had ever seen; no more than
a tiny and shiny black triangle of satin held with a string over her
hips. Then, they too were removed with delicacy. And there she stood,
head bowed, gaze fixed softly looking up at Him, her eyes wide in
anticipation of any displeasure He might see in her nakedness before
Him.
"Is ... my Master pleased ... with this one?" she asked
hesitantly, nervously.
Glen smiled. "Your Master is well-pleased, Tyara." he replied
immediately. "You are very beautiful to my eyes, and very attractive
to my body. Our energies are in line, I believe."
Tyara smiled, grateful and feeling very relieved. Her gaze
relaxed then, along with the rest of her mind and body. "Thank you,
Master. This I feel, too." she replied.
Glen then proceeded to sanctify the space about them both and
mentally and physically went carefully through the ritual practice of
calling up the four guardians of the East, South, West, and North to
prevent any evil influence from entering into the room and their
private space within in any way, shape, or form. He then instructed
her as to the manner of taking the Cabalistic cross over those parts
of her body that corresponded to its shape.
Tyara learned quickly, finally doing it herself without blemish
or fault. He then took her hands in his. They were warm and dry. His
gaze found hers waiting when it returned to her face. His countenance
firmed and softened at the same time, causing a slight look of
confusion on her face, as it was expected to. She watched Him continue
his ritual. The sheer strength in his eyes and his voice was beginning
to overpower her mind and senses. She could feel it so strongly, yet
He had done nor said nothing that would be so obvious as to be
noticeable. She listened and watched carefully while He showed her the
part she was to play and the actions she was to perform for the
protection of them both. Then proceeded to follow His every lead and
teaching.
"This night, Tyara, you will be hurt - mentally and physically"
he told her. "But you will be well-healed and a fuller person in every
sense before your eyes close for the last time to sleep. Do you accept
willingly?"
Tyara's eyes initially widened, but only briefly as they remained
locked into the deepening pools of his eyes. Something was happening,
deep inside her mind, but she didn't know what - only that it was. She
drew breath lightly, shakily through her slightly open lips as she
answered.
"This one accepts, Master." she replied softly in a tone of
servitude.
"So be it." Glen said, settled in his mind as to what had to take
place, necessary for her rapid climb to the awareness required to join
him in the crossing into the hidden world that awaited them both. At
another time, later in the evening, Glen would have accepted her as a
person, a woman made of flesh, bones, blood and nerves, with a brain
and a mind of her own; someone to treat with human considerations. But
now, he saw her as he had to, without wanting to, yet needing to do so
that way, as not a living person at all. He forced himself to see
her only as a warm slit to be used in the beginnings of this very
important ceremony for her complete and rapid sexual awakening to who
she really was in her awareness of herself. The necessary change in
his sensitivity had to be done for the psychic assault to which had to
come. The assault planned was one of total shock to her own senses,
such that her inner hurt and confusion, panic and distress would
render her mind and awareness instantly vulnerable for deep trance
entry without the usual long and drawn out formalities. It was time.
He strengthened his inner self and awoke that which he needed to be
for her sake only.
"He who created the universe is made manifest in me!" Glen
uttered strongly, standing before her with his arms up-stretched
toward the ceiling. His palms were spread wide, facing her as he
tranced himself down inside himself, down into the heart of the ritual
to come.
"I have given bread to the hungry!" he continued. "And water to
the thirsty! Clothes to the naked! And a passage to those with no
boat!"
Tyara's eyes widened at the force with which he spoke. Her heart
leaped and her pulse raced, her heart hammering against her ribs in
uncertainty of what was going to happen. She was in panic and her mind
spun crazily with apprehension. And through it all her damp warmth
continued to grow with her slow burn as her breasts filled with a
strange fullness as His words penetrated deeply inside her mind.
"Take heed, Watchers of the threshold!" Glen forced from his
throat and lips and let loose into the still, humid air of the
darkened room lit only by lamplight. "That I have sown the oath and
will not break it! Remember me well!"
Tyara trembled from head to foot as His face and countenance
seemed to change powerfully, majestically before her eyes. Her own
eyes widened and her gaze seemed irrevocably locked onto His as He
spoke the strange chants. Her temples throbbed and her nipples ached..
She felt afraid and in terror, but could not move one single muscle,
nor could she tear her gaze from His as it deepened even further with
each and every word He spoke seemingly reaching the farthest corner of
her mind and senses. The atmosphere about them seemed charged with
electricity because of His presence and power.
"Kneel before your lord!" Glen commanded strongly.
Tyara's heart leaped again, fluttered, and then beat rapidly. She
knew then that she was experiencing the most powerful master of man to
ever come into her life; the sheer awesome strength of his explosive
gaze was now forcing her slowly to her knees and down into the carpet,
her head upturned unconsciously, her eyes retaining the mind-lock His
gaze had ensnared her with. She felt the pressure of the carpet
increase against her knees and legs as if a great rock had been laid
upon her back. Her gaze and face remained upturned against her
conscious will, unable to break the chain of command that had now
somehow formed unbreakable between master and slave.
"Blessings on the feet that brought you into the circle of
knowing!" Glen uttered.
Tyara, to her amazement, shock and fear then found herself
turning her face sideways under his gaze to remain psyche-locked
without her conscious awareness. She bent forward and kissed his right
foot, and then his left foot, not knowing why or who or when or where
... only how, and what she was to do.
"Blessings on the knees that shall kneel before no man nor woman
nor god, save Him alone!" Glen commanded even more loudly, the
intensity of his voice and feelings emoting every word and syllable.
Tyara rose slightly then and kissed his right knee, and then his
left knee, again confused as to why she was doing something she seemed
unable to stop and had not chosen consciously to do, nor had been told
what to do. She was just doing it and was incapable of not doing it.
"Blessings on this sacred part! Giver of life!" Glen continued,
the atmosphere about him electric with his own power.
Tyara's heart leaped once more inside her ribs as she
straightened up higher before her Master's waist, stopped momentarily
as her lips touched His fullest and most sacred erection, and then
hammered her mercilessly and relentlessly. Her ears rang with the
pitch of a thousand island parrots and the thunder of a thousand bass
drums.
"Blessings on this breast!" she heard Him command her. "Shaped in
strength to protect and to serve that which is mine!"
He was shouting, yet he was not. All the while His gaze followed
her own as she kissed His body, holding It fast, chained to His mind
and power of the moment, collaring her mind with an unbreakable bond
from which after that point onward now she knew somehow there would be
no escape for her. Tyara rose to her feet and kissed each of His
erect, burning nipples. His skin was aflame from the inside. Her legs
trembled and her bladder contracted and strained with fear and terror
of the unknown.
"Blessings on the lips that shall speak the sacred names of the
gods and call them his equals!" he shouted as his rhetoric reached it
zenith in fury and intensity.
Tyara's mouth and lips arched upward toward His face as it leaned
down to her. She touched His mouth and lips and she felt herself sink
into the very depths of His power over her. She was lost to the moment
and she knew it. Her heart raced. Her temples pounded into the side of
her head like hammer drills. The ringing in her ears allowed only His
voice to enter unchallenged. Her buttocks shook and flexed
involuntarily from the fearsome trembling of her knees and inner
thighs as she drowned in the fury of His lips and mouth covering her
own, breathing His breath and feeling her control desert her more and
more as the heat from the electric joining of them both threatened to
engulf her and consume her all. Then He broke their kiss, leaving her
breathless, wide-eyed and uncertain of who or where she was in a world
where only the two of them existed.
In Glen's mind and visualisation he was every one of his past
teachers and icons, including Franz Anton Mesmer, and the application
of all findings through trial and error and practise upon centuries of
ritual and ceremony. Though Franz Mesmer had been denounced a fraud
he had stumbled on the power of suggestion to influence the human mind
and psyche, thought at first, he had not himself understood what he
had found.
Then Glen knelt before her, his powerful gaze dragging her down
with him to kneel in front of him. His hands reached out and grasped
her shoulders firmly, yet without hurt as he continued to entrance
her. He slowly turned her around on the carpet base beneath her knees
and then lay her backward and down, re-establishing his gaze with hers
as her head faced upward to him. He faced her head to the direction he
had established as west, and her legs to the east. He handled her with
great and powerful delicacy, his eyes powering into the depths of her
own swimming and panicked senses as he parted her legs and began to
stroke her thighs and belly with his fiery touch, handling her as he
would a nervous animal; speaking quietly and soothingly, the words of
no particular meaning.
"there ... there ... easy ... easy ... that's fine ... you're
doing ... perfectly."
Tyara's eyes were wide and entranced into the swimming depths of
His own swirling liquid vision. She felt half-asleep and completely
off-guard, whatever barriers she might have had dissolving rapidly in
frightening and sensual sensation that had began with a slow burn in
her lower belly without her even noticing its arrival.
"Pay attention for your greater cause!" Glen commanded her
powerfully, deepening his gaze inside her own as she stared wide-eyed
and upward at him. "Soon my thoughts will all be yours! ... Feel my
words now take firm hold! ... Your mind and body will do as its told!"
Tyara felt the last of her control and will ebbing and flowing
before finally taking its leave of her senses, leaving her alone and
frightened for her sanity, yet all the while her core burned slowly,
simmering in the wings like a volcano about to erupt while her mind
sank slowly into her body's own rising inner heat and arousal.
Glen knew unconsciously from years of practise and research that
what actually takes place when a woman is hypnotised is not understood
by most, even after two hundred years. The reason why one person
should submit to the imposed will another and surrender all control
was all about belief without question and faith without doubt that it
will happen. Glen suddenly deepened and strengthened his gaze into her
terrified, milky eyes at the same time, draining the last of her will
to his. He felt his power and his control over her increase as he drew
the last of her own conscious awareness upward and into his powerful
gaze.
"Close your eyes ... now!" he commanded softly, and then
violently with the last word. Her eyelids slammed shut like two
runaway garage doors.
Tyara felt herself breathe deeply just once, and then her mind
sank into the bottomless pit of His powerful voice. She sighed and
relaxed inside and out while her consciousness floated above her, yet
inside her very warm depths.
"You are ... asleep! Tyara! ... Sleep! ... Now!" He told her
forcefully, his intensity not diminishing for a single electrifying
moment in time. "But you will hear the voice of your Master! ...
Always!"
Glen then repositioned himself between her parted legs and
thighs, gazing down the full and exposed length of her naked and
vulnerable body.
"You are deeply ... asleep!" he repeated, his voice full of power
and confidence. "You hear nothing but your Master's voice! ...
Nothing at all! ... You hear nothing! You will do! ... whatever your
Master commands of you! Do you ... accept your state! ... and
understand!"
Tyara's voice was utterly toneless as she answered from somewhere
outside and inside of herself at the same time; "Yes...Master." not
aware that her lips hardly moved in the saying.
"Listen to me very carefully, Tyara." Glen commanded her in a
more gentler tone to add to her confusion. "Your master will lie upon
you now ... and fill you as never before by man or beast. He will
invade you and put It far up inside you. You will ... feel very good
... lay very still and .. enjoy the feelings It brings with It."
Then he leaned over the woman, opened her expertly with his
fingers and slid his length and girth of erection into her warm,
liquid depths. He braced his arms on either side of her to take the
weight of his own body, so that only their genital areas were in
contact. Now, after the preparations, there approached the moment he
had been waiting for to complete his initial ceremonial taking and
teaching of she who would choose to be his slave and ward and
accompany him into the wonders of the other world. He closed his eyes
and began to recreate in his mind the world he had created earlier
when he had equalled himself to all other gods save for Him. It formed
in his mental vision with the ease of long practise, placing himself
on the peak of the sacred mountain, contemplating lands and rivers,
forests and seas of the world far below him.
The woman he was using as a sacred vessel was not of his temple
and could contribute her body, but not her mind as yet. Simplicity was
therefore of maximum importance to Glen's ceremonial taking and
teaching of her. Aloud, but softly, He spoke to the Guardians of the
Watchtowers.
"Behind me, Raphael! ... Before me, Gabriel! ... On my right
hand, Auriel! ... On my left hand, Michael! ... Air! ... Water! ...
Earth! ... Fire! ... here ... in this woman!"
He was not of this world now as everything faded from his
conscious awareness except the tight warmth surrounding the length and
girth of his own sacred part. He watched her face become flushed as he
opened his eyes slowly and deepened his body's penetration of h er
molten centre, imposing his inner vision on the naked girl in whose
saddle he now rested still and unmoving; she who lay under him, until
finally, he saw her body as a reincarnate of the whole of the world.
Her uprearing breasts and long, erect nipples were the distant ranges
of all mountains that could be seen near and far, her rising and
falling belly the plains of the west of a recreated world anew. Her
mound and furry saddle, into which he was now hilted irreversibly
buried was the city of mankind from which he was extending his control
outward to all those who would dare oppose him as lord and creator of
it, except Him.
While the powerful words were still vibrating in his mind and
awareness and about him like the vibrations of a large gong struck
loud and hard, he watched her face flush deeply again, scarlet from
breast to crown from her slow burning inner heat surfacing and
beginning to unleash fully. Her head rolled from side to side. She
began to sigh and to gasp from within her inner awareness of what was
to befall her mind and body next..
"Tyara!" he commanded her in a soft, but firm tone of voice that
came without his conscious awareness. "You are sexually aroused!
Excited! By the feel of your Master inside of your loins!"
Tyara, from somewhere inside herself was aware of her sighs
deepening with His words simultaneously. She felt suddenly her
breathing become short and ragged. Her breasts ached, rising and
falling as they heaved beneath his steady, penetrating gaze into her
mind and psyche. Her nipples torched and flamed, elongated and
hardened; her thighs began to tremble before him and against His
thighs, and that sacredness which lay buried and impaled deeply within
her molten, liquid centre.
"Tyara!" he commanded her strongly. "Come!"
And it did, with a vengeance. Tyara's orgasm was fiery,
explosive, and brief, until she was commanded to come again, her mind
and awareness was held by His mind, steady and intent upon the words
of His rites which he continued as her wet slit began to rapidly
clench and unclench on His shaft. She was here to be used in his
power, body and mind. And she was there at her peak and was not
leaving until He said.
She would never know what he had done. It was all for the greater
cause. The rape of her was not physical, since she had consented to
come. Her violation was psychic. At the extreme moment he would fuse
the release of his own sexual power and swollen sexual energy deeply
within her body and in her mind, and then turn it over into his own
end for her.
"Here in this city I have spoken my word!" he commanded the
silence of the room. "Into this woman's body have I erected my image
... as her King!"
Then Glen began for the first time to move inside of her; slow at
first, circling her mound and clitoris heavily, interrupted
alternatingly with short, sharp thrusts, driving her hips and already
squirming buttocks hard into the firm floor beneath the soft carpet,
then slowing again to hilt her long and slowly through her hot liquid
nectar. He felt her body arching and heaving beneath him, as confused
as was her mind and senses. She rolled her head from side to side. Her
mouth opened with her tongue lolling from one corner as her lips
suddenly drew back against her white teeth in a loud groan from the
pit of her gut and awakening sexuality. Then he realised the time had
come, knowing it had come. He rode her mightily, like a mare in
fevered heat, who sought urgently with her bucking flanks her
stallions centring of herself. His throbbing length stroked her
channel from the inside out, with every inch of his capacity, rippling
her inner ridges and all womanly cores of pleasure unknown to most but
the initiated. The force of his thrusts then increased in ferocity,
lifting her buttocks clear of the floor in their sheer brutality of
motion and sliding and circling and lifting action. Her arms and legs
thrashed wildly beneath him, and then, finally, when he sensed she
could take no more at this time he commanded her to come in her
Master's voice;
"Come, Tyara! Come!" he commanded.
At his urging and command Tyara felt herself split into two and
open like a flower from the inside. Her mind and her sexual awareness
came with a vengeance; the sexual awareness that she had never-before
experienced, and her orgasm was long and tumultuous; her arms flailing
and thrashing; legs bruising unfeelingly His thighs that rode her home
to Him. She kicked and heaved beneath his hard-driving power-strokes
that relentlessly drove her down into the floor, again and again and
again.
When he finally ejaculated Glen timed his explosive release with
her uppermost violent and creative peak and went with her all the way,
releasing himself to her joining with all his pent-up and powerful
sexual energies. They exploded violently into her body, his fluids
flooding mightily into her heaving belly and arching hips and bucking
thighs, leaving him gasping while he spoke the final words of his rite
for her rapid and raging sexual awakening.
"I ... who would be ... her King!" he gasped, almost breathless.
"Now am ... her Lord ... and Master ... for all time!"
Then, spent by his efforts, he lowered himself forward to lie
upon her with his full weight and allowed her body to continue to milk
and to drain him until he had given her his all. He was grateful for
her sweating body to cool his heated skin and flesh, and he was
satisfied that the ceremony had been effective. He had set up through
the joint orgasm timed to perfection in length and intensity both, a
powerful and lasting vibration that would affect all he would do with
her teachings from that moment on; the moment he flooded her with his
liquid knowledge of who she really was and who she was yet to be. Now
it was time to bring her back. The ceremony had served its purpose.
"Tyara. Listen to your Lord and Master. Listen to me. Do you hear
your Master's voice?" he asked and commanded at the same time.
"Yes." she mumbled through her breathlessness from her own
exertions and his weight upon her chest and thighs.
"When I tell you to wake up you will wake up instantly and
remember everything you have experienced, every single intense and
pleasurable feeling, but you will remember absolutely nothing of the
words I have spoken to you. Do you understand clearly?"
"Yes .. Master." she answered thickly with a gasp and a sigh
combined.
"Wake up! ... Now!" Glen commanded her strongly, clapping his
hands loudly together three times above her face.
Tyara's eyes opened as he pushed himself up and away from her
with his full weight, found his feet against the floor once more and
withdrew very, very slowly from her very wet junction. Standing
slowly, he turned away to pick up his robe and put it on as she
automatically closed her legs and sat up.
"The bathroom's through there." he told her pointing to its
closed door. "We will shower together now."
Without a word she got up and stood at His side, thinking
nothing, knowing nothing of who she was or where she was, and waited
for His lead. Her gaze vacant and dull, searching from the inside of
her awareness who she was and what identity she bore in relation to
the woman she was when she had earlier arrived. Tyara could scarcely
remember who that woman was as she followed her Lord and Master into
the bathroom to bathe. Her Master. Her Lord. Her Lord and Master ....
and her mind raced to search for who she really was now, just as at
that very moment in her awakening who she really was had been
searching for her for a very long time.
The arrival of who she really was however, had been so quick and
so tumultuous, that the shock of her forceful arrival within her
psyche had stunned her conscious mind, such that she really did not
know herself. And at that point in time Tyara accompanied her Lord and
Master to bathe, not knowing who she was at all, only what she was -
the grateful slave and ward of her Lord and Master who's naked back
and buttocks she followed right now.
Glen smiled tiredly to himself as he led his still-stunned ward
into the bathroom. She had arrived. She didn't recognise herself at
that moment, but she would, and all would be well with her. Now, all
she had to do was to discover who she really was through the practice
of how she had come to be ... with him. And then, she would be ready
... they would be ready. As he closed the bathroom door behind her
naked buttocks and thighs he gratefully dismissed and thanked the
Watchers at the compass points, using the names silently by which
manner he had summoned them.
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The End of Chapter 3
I hope you have enjoyed this story.
Please email me your comments or criticisms. Thank you. Mesmer.
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"Hypnotic Explorers" (c) Chapter 4 by
Mesmer
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One hour later Glen led Tyara by the hand out of the bathroom in which
he had bathed her royally from the crown of her head to the tip of
each of her toes. He had taken special care to wash and douche her
properly, and with respect for her person. Throughout her bathing he
had seen she was still half-tranced; her mind awake and alert in a
dreamy sort of way, but her awareness not fully there or sure of who
she was or of what was going on. That she knew he was her lord and
master was obvious in her respectful servitude when he had finished
her ritual cleansing and she proceeded to bathe him, as tenderly and
as respectfully as was possible for her to be in his presence.
By the time she had finished, his standing part was fully erect,
captivating her gaze for several long seconds before she was able to
look away. While feeling and relishing the gentle, yet firm touch of
his ward's warm hands and fingers Glen's mind regressed. When he had
finished bathing her did she appear to glow from top to bottom; her
long, thick nipples standing stiff and expectant, as was the fullness
of her warm clean lips that announced the way to her gates of Jade and
past the mounting core of her body's central pleasure.
He led her slowly through and into the bedroom once again. She
had donned the dark blue velvet robe he had handed to her when
finished gently patting dry her feet; her entire bathing ritual from
her master, afforded out of respect for the vessel she represented to
him as his ward and slave. Inside the bedroom with the door closed he
slowly and ceremoniously removed her robe and placed it carefully with
his own in the cupboard of the wall in preparation for her next
awakening ceremony. Glen had taken her violently and forcefully
through the initial gates of her blazing first sexual awakening. Now
she had to be made aware of who she really was ... in every almost
sense in her second..
By evening's end, Glen knew that not only would Tyara know who
she really was as man's blessed vessel called woman, she would know
from that moment on, and forever more, who she was not. At that point
Tyara would be reborn as the goddess he saw her as and needed her to
be in order to make the crossing with him into that powerful and
mysterious world that awaited them both, just on the other side of her
sensual dawning. Glen then left her side and the room to mix them both
another small, straight alcoholic drink, and on this occasion, without
asking of her wishes in the matter.
Tyara watched her Lord and Master leave the room, wondering why
He was leaving her alone without Him by her side. As He passed from
her view and into the semi-darkness of the outer room she turned back
to face the direction of the rest of her body - toward the wall with
the altar in the centre backed up against it. Her gaze focussed as she
looked more closely, not at the altar, but at the picture which seemed
to be as large as the wall itself from top to bottom.
It was a picture of a many-pointed star, boundaried by a circle
around the perimeter of the tips of each point. Within the circle was
a painting of a naked man in the fully-aroused state, spread-eagled
like a human star within a sacred star. Tyara felt the beginning
warmth of her slow burn commence deep in her loins - a stirring - a
calling, as if to summon up the forces lying, until now, restlessly
dormant and waiting within her mind and her body.
And the more she stared the more her gaze felt drawn to the man's
sacred part. The crystal clear image of it in reality gave her a
strange feeling all over as her eyes travelled and absorbed its shape,
length, and girth. She was unaware of the sudden contracting and
flexing of the muscles in her buttocks and thighs, nor the gentle,
almost invisible thrust of her sex forward slightly as the image
manifested itself in all its crowning glory, resting in wait, along
and inside the downy crease between her legs.
The fine hair on the back of Tyara's neck and on her forearms
abruptly bristled with the arrival of an unknown and unrecognised
energy that suddenly became a part of her awareness. Her skin prickled
and her breathing deepened; her thighs squeezed together unconsciously
and her eyes half-closed as her focus narrowed and zoomed on the focus
of her captured attention. Unnoticed by her awareness she had moved a
few feet closer to the wall, her stature leaning forward slightly as
her neck craned a little in her absent-mindedness of total and
complete absorption of the object that had now become all and complete
within her gaze. Her mind seem to float in and out of herself
momentarily as the body within her mind opened its legs to part its
warm, slick centre to receive that standing part fully inside of
itself.
Tyara then breathed deeply and sighed, the sound of her own voice
instantly bringing back the awareness of her immediate surroundings.
She blinked several times, took in the wall and its contents quickly
once again as if seeing them for the first time, then swallowed
thickly, turning her head at the arrival of another quiet sound behind
her.
Glen had approached her silently from behind, carrying the two
small tumblers of fiery liquid drink for them both. When he had seen
her move, almost appearing to float a few feet closer to the
tapestried wall he had halted to watch her and attempt to sense her
inner awareness or tension. He had perceived them both. Her mind was
aware of the centre of the vision that had only moments before filled
her gaze completely, and her sexual tension mounted as the image had
grown and had been brought to life inside her mind's eyes and her
body's emotions. He could sense it as easily as he could sense his own
slow-burning inner state.
As above, so below, Glen thought to himself as he watched her
face settle into his steady gaze. As below, so above, to achieve the
wonder of unity. Her face glowed as she turned fully to the direction
of the sound of his feet on the carpet. She took the drink he offered
her and downed it quickly, as did he. He took her glass and placed
both glasses in the corner of the room and returned to her side. Her
energy had risen and was still rising, he knew.
Glen moved around to stand in front of her. His hands found her
shape unconsciously as he locked his powerful gaze softly yet firmly
into hers. Then, with gentle pressure did he guide her down to the
carpet and the inner sanctum of the circle in which they were both
standing. He placed her head to the west, her feet to the east, and
the star on the carpet between the apex of the junction of her parted
thighs. He stretched out her arms level with her shoulders, then
separated her legs very widely.
"The energy of the universe and the one you call God is seething
about you!" Glen said strongly as his gaze deepened. Then he leaned
forward and kissed her on the forehead, the right knee, the left
shoulder, the right shoulder, the left knee, and then back to her
forehead once again. In completing that small, yet most significant
ritual the star had now been made from an unbroken line traced upon
her naked body.
"Initiate of the unknown to you!" Glen spoke strongly, feeling
his own energy mounting and joining with hers as she gazed deeply into
his eyes. "Your body is your Temple, and your spirit and is the spirit
of He whom you call your God, who resides within your Temple! Now has
been sanctified by the pentagram as was sealed with my lips!"
He heard Tyara mumble something that was seemingly lost on both
of them as he continued with his ritual power-words.
"If you do not make yourself equal to a god, how shall you
apprehend God! For like is apprehended by like!"
As he spoke Tyara's body sensed the urgent call to energise with
its own power and that borrowed from the electric atmosphere. It
coursed through her widely stretched thighs. As he touched her skin
with his mouth she was charged in personal power even more so. Her
arms were stretched wide, as were her legs, such that the lips between
her thighs were pulled wide-open within the dark bush of pubic hair.
Tyara's mind and senses swooned, her mind spun crazily in and out of
herself.
"Open your eyes wide and see that the way has been opened for
you! That the world of your God lies within you! Draw now the divine
essence into yourself and fix your eyes on the great light! And when
you are ready, say, Approach, lord, and with these words the light
will shine upon you as you vision your well-formed Lord who comes to
you in your God's name!"
Tyara's vision at first held only Him, and then it clouded, then
quickly cleared to a halo of bright light about him, as if emanating
from within his loins. Her pulse raced and her heart thumped wildly.
Her senses reeled.
"I see him!" she breathed in awe. "I see him! Approach, lord,
approach!"
Glen extended his arms out over her and blessed her accordingly.
Tyara's breathing was now beginning to come in short, ragged gasps.
"Approach, lord! Approach!" she began to wail, unconsciously
lifting her buttocks from the floor and back down again, pushing her
trembling slit forward to be met by her approaching Lord.
Glen knelt between her spread-eagle legs and thighs, his standing
part on clear display to her fixated gaze as she stared in fascination
at it.
"Approach, lord, approach!" Tyara repeated, the urgency in her
voice sounding more and more desperate as her energies rose with his.
He blazed in spirit before her captivated mind and senses. Her breath
began to rasp as her even more stronger sexual energies began to push
her awareness once again to the point of physical collapse in the
increased pitch of her slow burn. With a cry that was hardly human did
she gasp as He moved toward her, His hands reaching for her.
Glen needed now to bring her rapidly rising sexual energies up
from between her legs to the centre of her forehead, and in that way
bring about her forced awakening of who she really was. He stroked
her shoulders and breasts, rolling her dark, engorged nipples as she
groaned at his touch. He palmed her belly and her inner thighs, always
in an upward-stroking motion of hand as the heated flush began to
spread slowly upward from her loins. The rise and fall of her breasts
quickened. Her belly and thighs quivered and trembled. She tried to
widen the parting of her legs to expose her slit to his touch even
more, but she could not. She was as widely stretched as could be. The
whole of the sexual energy built rapidly within her accumulating loins
and spread upward now through her body like a human battery being
charged. Glen knew that her moment of discharge would be her peak, her
orgasm. But he had yet to lift her energy even higher.
"Love be thy will!" Glen shouted at her in her sexual anguish for
completion. "Thy will be love!"
He knew Tyara's state of arousal was high. Her mouth was wide
open as she gasped and moaned beneath his upward-stroking touch. Glen
deliberately avoided touching or stroking her clitoris, but stroked
smoothly around it, up along each swollen lip that shielded it and
kept it warm and protected when not loving or seeking pleasure as it
was now, extended and elongated, demanding to be held and caressed.
Her buttocks were lifting off the carpet as she tried again and again
to thrust her open slit into his hands and fingers. Her limbs were
shaking. He knelt on one of her wrists and held her other with his
left hand while he continued upward-stroking her body with his other
hand. Glen had not come this far to have her touch herself now in her
urgent need for gratification.
Tyara heard herself cry out in her heightened arousal. She ached
for release. She craved to be touched firmly and held by her core at
her peak. Her moans were mindless cries of ecstasy while long rhythmic
convulsions ran up and down the full length of her body from neck to
knees. The more she felt herself being stroked upwards from the centre
of her slickened crease, the more she moaned; upward and over her
curly bush toward her navel, up and over the molten core of her inner
volcano. Every centre she had was rapidly being charged with the
sexual tension and energy of her mind and her loins. She felt her
life-force shifting upward in her mind, her body, and her awareness.
And when He suddenly touched her bud she could feel herself burst open
from within herself like a lotus flower. She groaned from the pit of
her anguish to be had, to be taken and vanquished and consumed
completely. Then she cried out loudly and in terrible hurt and in
need.
"Approach, lord! Approach!" she screamed in agony.
Glen knew it was time, hardly being able to contain his own
rapidly mounting sexual energies with her stroking. He suddenly leaned
forward over her, covering her torso completely. He heard her groan
instantly as she gasped with his penetration deeply and easily inside
her liquid warmth to her farthest end.
"Your God has entered your Temple!" he breathed in time with his
long, deep thrusts, hilting each time as deeply as was the first into
her molten, liquid depths.
Tyara lay thrusting violently beneath him as he began ro ride her
slowly, but her urgent sighs were telling him she was losing herself
in the pleasurable sensation. Her broad belly was a soft mattress
beneath him, her breasts cushions under his chest, her warms depths
receptive to his thrusting. As he continued he knew she was no longer
apart from him. He felt her mounting excitement within himself, as he
knew she also could feel his within herself. Then, sensing the
inevitable crossing to sheer unadulterated and fully-unleashed
sensuality looming in her bucking and heaving hips and twisting loins
he took her face between his hands and made her look into his face as
he spoke to her. Her mouth was open. She was gasping one huge breath
after the other. He began to thrust in earnest and into her very
deepest core.
"Praise to the god in His Temple!" Glen gasped, thrusting hard
and deep inside her in time with his emphasised words of power.
"Praise Him in His glory! Praise Him for His mighty acts! Praise Him
for His excellent greatness! ..."
Tyara's eyes flew open wide in amazement. Her body was
rapturously being split into two halves with the most incredible
torching and burning sensations she had ever felt in her life. Her
mind and awareness flamed inside and out. Her nipples stung and sang
with the angels of fire and her core pulsed the ever-growing life
force continually to her fevered brain. Then suddenly, Tyara's
breathing rasped, her lips drew back against her teeth in a snarl for
that raw bliss to never stop. Her centre was being stroked deeply,
relentlessly, over and over again, driven down into the carpet upon
which she lay, and then lifted with the sheer force of his upward
action in withdrawal. Her buttocks flatted again and again with the
force of each deepening, pummelling, driving stroke. She groaned her
pleasure like a snarling black panther in heat, firing her hips upward
with grunt after grunt, heaving violently and high to meet each deep
and savage penetration.
Then suddenly, Tyara's vision failed her as she became bathed in
a bright white light that erupted in her loins and lower belly, then
moved rapidly to the centre of her forehead and exploded outward
through all her senses at once, blinding her to herself. She felt her
slit and breasts ignite, torch and flame brilliantly with a white, hot
burning rapture, leaving her shrieking, her hips and thighs heaving
and bucking wildly and loudly as the fierceness of her fiery and
violent orgasm took her by force, and without mercy, shaking her
physically and mentally from neck to knees. She cried out over and
over as she was hurled headlong into her own new awareness with a
vengeance by the sheer force of her orgasm as it raced up and down her
spine in its blazing peak.
Glen relaxed his conscious control as he sensed hand felt her
reach her creative upper and violent peak. He let go completely,
timing his release with her loudest and highest scream of ecstasy,
delivering a tremendous driving thrust into her heaving, slippery and
sweating junction, pouring out his sacred milky offerings into her
depths, far inside the Temple of her body; spasm after spasm after
spasm, until he was finally spent. She groaned and moaned and cried
aloud, clinging to him like a lost, frightened child, yet still he
felt the fierce determination of her Temple-body cry out for more,
draining him over and over again with the expanding and contracting
muscles of the strong walls of her buttocks and thighs as they
continued to drag his captive, slowly-softening member back and inside
of herself in an unconscious milking action, until finally, with a
loud sigh and gasp in one, Tyara collapsed breathless and gasping
beneath him, and then lay still, lifeless, like a rag doll.
After several long minutes, when he had calmed, Glen blessed her,
even as she lay like death itself; her heaving chest the only part of
her that showed she was still alive. He knew that with her approaching
calm would also come the renewed energy of her own personal force of
identity he was sure had now grown within her mind and awareness at
each sensual awakening of who she really was. He was happy. He was
content, with her, and with himself. Soon she would be ready to make
the crossing with him.
Everything was going according to the plan he had made for her
rapid sexual awakening, he thought, and, in a little while, she would
be there, and then, he would welcome her home to him, and with him, as
who she really was. But for the moment, he smiled down at her, he
would allow her to sleep and regain strength, knowing the next and
final task in her sexual awakening would be her most illuminating yet,
and also the most draining and the most taxing, on her mind, and on
her physical body. But, Glen smiled again as he drew himself upward
and away from her body and her steaming sex, all would be well by
night's end. Yes ... all would be well. Tyara's initiation was almost
complete.
* * * *
The End of Chapter 4 by Mesmer.
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"HYPNOTIC EXPLORERS" (c) Chapter 5
'The Final Crossing." By Mesmer.
*
After resting only a short while since their last wonderful joining,
Tyara did as her master bid her, drawing up her knees slowly until
they nuzzled the curve of her breasts. The soft warm soles of her feet
gently found her master's armpits. She loved this position and knew
she would experience many more such exciting and very sensual
positions from the one she now called her master in every sense.
He was helping her to become the goddess - the goddess of her own
never-before- discovered sexuality. With her own hands did she then
cup and lift her buttocks in her palms, spreading wide her thighs as
her master bid her so. She dug her heels beside her hips while He
caressed her breasts and told her of the sacred position her body now
offered him in the awakening of her own sensual centre. It was
"Utphallaka." - the flower in bloom.
Glen grasped the ankles of his naked and beautiful initiate,
gently, but firmly, noticing pleasingly her round hips, her buttocks
like two ripe peaches. She raised her beautiful thighs and spread her
thigh-joints even more widely as he instructed her. His own visioning
through silent and not-so-silent rituals before he had laid her down
had caused his own sexual energy to surge strongly throughout his
mind, body, and spiritual awareness.
He was now full of desire for her many blissful joinings to come
before releasing her back to herself anew that eve, and concerned
himself only over whether or not she would have the strength of
endurance to last through to her last ritual before becoming mentally,
emotionally, and physically drained. It was a big ask, he knew, but he
intended to guide her easily through them, one by one, and stroking
and riding her gently up and down each of her strengthening peaks and
mountains and valleys of rapturous pleasure as they arrived in her
body and mind like wave after wave of surging, burning white fire,
racing up and down her spine like unrestrained electricity.
Tyara's eyes deepened into her master's bottomless gaze as he
approached her with that part of him that had pleasured her so
wonderfully already, speaking the words of his ritual as he invoked
the goddess of the rite. His standing part was as stiff as a pole,
jutting upright in all its heavenly glory to soon pierce her lotus
deeply and surely when their limbs joined in the flag of cupid as she
heard him chant the name loudly. He moved her two feet that lay
captive in his firm grasp, raising them both until they pressed firmly
upon her breasts, her legs forming a round circle. Then he released
them gently, his strong hands clasping her neck as his penetrated her
lotus deeply, and to its very capacity. She gasped in extreme
fulfilment at her master's arrival.
"Verily do I take you now!" Glen toned loudly as he slowly began
to stroke in and out of the liquid warmth of her centre. "And evoke
your strongest delight, o' Aphrodite!"
And as he solidly stroked the mare of his ride of slow-burning
passion and lust he lifted her feet yet again until her soles lay
perfectly parallel with each side of her slender throat. He cupped her
breasts in his hand as his rigid length slid relentlessly in and out
of her slick junction, hilting her each time as the gasping of total
and complete acceptance of his shaft escaped through her open lips and
mouth, over and over again.
"I take you in Uthkanta! ... and I enjoy your vessel, Aphrodite!"
Glen intoned loudly, timing his words with each hilting slow thrust
inside her gripping depths. "And now shall you know your Lord and
Master has entered his temple for your rising pleasure!"
"Ooooooohh!"Tyara groaned from the pit of her belly in time with
the air being forced from her lungs with each of her master's deep,
splitting entries. She grasped her own feet firmly, unconsciously
drawing them upward until they reached her hair. Her eyes closed as
her master caught her breasts again and again between strong hands and
warm mouth as He made love to her, invoking her as the goddess
Aphrodite.
"In Vyomapada do I mightily shaft your sheath!" Tyara heard her
master intone, the pitch of His voice rising in volume. "Increase your
rapture now will your slow burn torch each stroke into your
pleasurable heart of hearts!"
Tyara felt her round thighs open wider as her master then kissed
the soles of each of her feet, striking her mounting passion at its
root. Then He slapped her gently between her heaving breasts as His
loins beat a steady rhythm against her widely-splayed thighs. Each
breath came harder and faster in her throat, expelled in a fury as His
repeated shafting strokes exploded against her vulnerability. Her eyes
closed without her conscious knowledge as the moans of pleasure left
her open mouth, one after the other.
"In Markata do I serve your pleasure!" Glen chanted within the
depths of his own trance as his vision of Aphrodite became more clear
in his mind and awareness. "Rise up within yourself and become that
which you are decreed to be!"
Glen began to envision Aphrodite's thighs that accepted him
fully now, seeing her pleasure mounting, hearing her passion rapidly
racing headlong toward its natural peak and passing. The identity of
Tyara faded with each passing second and deepening stroke inside the
warm, wet centre of flesh joined to his loins now. Then slowly and
expertly, without losing his timing or rhythm did he unconsciously
hook her feet over his thighs, catching hold of her breasts once more
to enjoy all of her at once as his lance continued to invade her apex
to its very heart.
"In Manmathpriva shall your peak now approach!" Tyara heard her
master speak loudly through the haze fogging her mind. Her senses spun
crazily as her passion mounted and flamed within her torching soul of
awakening awareness. Her name was lost to the volatile heat of the
moment as she envisioned herself as did her master - as the goddess,
Aphrodite.
Glen unconsciously knew in the depth of his own trance his
goddess would soon lose her energy of the moment; the rapidly rising
pleasure and the relentless thrusting rhythm of his shaft sliding
repeatedly in and out of her gripping sheath had set up the hypnotic
trance within her body and unconscious mind to bring such about in
delaying her for just a little while longer. But he knew she was new
to holding herself at her peak and would soon not be able to resist
her mind and body's awakening, even in the depth of trance. Her body
would simply agree with her awareness and then take her mercifully
into the bottomless pit, tumbling all the way down from the dizzy
height she now rapidly approached with each of his driving strokes
inside her grasping slit.
Glen realised his erection was only just accommodated by her
body's capacity to do so, such was his length and girth, yet she had
not shown pain at each of his deep entries, and he had been
considerate with the force of each of his driving strokes inside her
liquid warmth.
"Oooohhh, Maaasssterrr!" Tyara groaned loudly as she felt her
master suddenly grasp her ankles and bring her legs quickly down
beneath himself, stretching her fully out for her full length as He
interlaced His own thighs with hers. She hardly noticed the pain of
His depth from within the her own mind and awareness, feeling as if
she was floating on a cloud, a soft white fluffy cloud, looking down
on all mankind and wishing them love and adoration.
"In Pedita and Veshtita do you now cross your thighs beneath
those of your master!" Tyara heard Him say as she felt her passion
mount rapidly again in her new position. "And do you now roll your
god-thighs inward and strengthen your yoni's grip upon He who commands
your pleasure totally! ... Now!"
Like a mare gripping her stallion wildly Tyara began to lose
conscious awareness of where she was and what she was doing, along
with who she was as an identity she once knew a long time ago in her
distant past. She felt her vagina unconsciously begin to milk her
master's length and girth from all sides at once, with a vengeance and
a mind of its own while she groaned loudly with each unconscious
action of her body.
Glen felt the instant repeated contractions gripping his length
driving again and again inside her heated depths and then doubled the
speed of his shafting as he yelled the word 'Now!' with each hilting
drive slapping her junction as he battered her sweating hot flesh.
"O' Aphrodite!" he pounded her with each word. "Milk your master
as his mare of passion! Drain his overflow unto the very centre of who
you really are to your master at this moment!"
Tyara was about to scream her desire unleashed to the world, but
felt her master's kiss smother her mouth and soul, her insides simply
holding the inner lock on That which drove and buried itself into her
like a battering ram, over and over again. Her joy and passion tipped
her quickly over the edge of her own forced abyss and downward she
fell, tumbling over and over as she shrieked loudly into her master's
warm throat. Then suddenly she drew heavily on the cool air as her
master's mouth left her own and took her entire ear as He shouted to
from a distance to her as she fell.
"In Vadavaka .. will you .. lock and hold .. that which has ..
taken you .. to your heights .. this eve!" she heard distantly in the
ear the lay inside her master's hot mouth. "And drain .. your stallion
.. of his wine for your .. nectar's blend .. and mix!"
Glen was not aware of her body bucking and twisting beneath him
as he gushed his fluids deeply inside her heaving thighs. She twisted
and writhed beneath him, arching her buttocks and chest as her
tumultuous orgasm flamed inside her mind and senses, torching her body
beyond its normal limits in coping with pleasure of such magnitude she
had never experienced before.
Tyara moaned and groaned her ever-downward tumbling spiral into
the dark abyss of her sensual awakening. Her body broke into an
instant lather as her lungs heaved in her wails of rapture.
Glen gripped her shoulders and buried himself in depths
never-before visited by the body of man within her, holding her as she
fell from her great height, stilling her in the potential of hurting
herself in her fall, until finally she grunted loudly, arching her
spine and lifting his entire weight, and then collapsed and lay still
and lifeless beneath him, only her chest heaving as it fought for
nature's elixir of continued survival in each rasping breath.
Glen then collapsed on top of she who was his mattress of love
and knowledge anew. He gasped heavily as he drew the cool air deep
inside his lungs, calming himself quickly, yet still feeling the power
of her sexual energy combined with his own coursing through his mind
and body, and, although having just filled her channel with his own
explosion of fluid energy his member was still standing proud within
the still-gripping walls of heated flesh inside her trembling and
quivering junction.
Then he smiled. She was going to make it. He just knew it. She
was going to make it. Slowly he untangled himself from her body and
withdrew from her thighs. He rose to his feet and gazed lovingly down
at her as she lay naked in her crowning glory, knowing that which was
yet to come would be her finest hour.
* *
Tyara opened her eyes slowly to the
warm gaze of her master within her own. The He smiled at her. She
recognised only that He was her master and that was all. Of all else
she neither knew nor cared - only that He was there. She smiled back
at Him, drowning in His gaze of comfort and caring for her. Then His
arms were beneath her naked body and He lifted her easily to his
breast.
She clung to Him like a babe in arms and was carried once more to
be bathed in the warmth of her afterglow and learning and the warm
wetness of soft material as He cleansed her body and soul with His
gentleness. Then did He carry His chosen burden lightly back to rest
on the soft bedcovers while He fed her with warm drink and slight
nourishment. Her eyes never left His gaze and she was not aware of the
food or drink of which she partook by His grace. He, her maser, was
the only link to who she was, for of the rest of her past she knew
nothing. Tyara had come from a life she could not remember, nor did
she try. She existed only in the never-ending moment of now. And she
was alive, knowing somehow she was finally home....with Him ... the
master of her destiny.
Glen knew she was beside herself. He had seen it before, many
times, but it had taken many nights to achieve what he had in only one
with her. He knew she was not aware of who she once was. He also knew
she did not yet recognise the place in which she now found herself
existing as an identity. She was as unfamiliar to herself as was a
newborn babe in the woods of an entirely brand new life. Gently he
picked her up his arms and carried her back to the centre of the star
on the carpet, lying her softly down to stretch her out fully on her
back.
He straightened and gazed down upon her naked loveliness and
total nudity and could have sworn to himself that she was glowing from
head to toe. And as he gazed upon that nakedness did his body stir to
life once more, rising like the Phoenix from the ashes of her past
life and existence, yet to take her once again into her now-arriving
future as who she really was in every sense of the word. Then he lay
down fully upon her total nudity, his standing part as stiff as a pole
in the tent's centre to begin the ritual of silence and inaction, in
order to bring about the internal action to take her to her next peak,
rapidly and violently.
She watched Him rise between His legs; rise fully to His tall
mast-height of immeasurable thickness and length and her breathing
deepened unconsciously as her eyes began to glaze in anticipation. The
liquid warmth between her legs again made its presence felt as her
walls coated in readiness and anticipation of her master's visit once
more. Her lungs sighed for her as her master lay fully upon her, the
jewel of her well-polished clitoris already standing erect and waiting
in grateful servitude of pleasure's past, yet to come again soon.
She sighed as He kept His warm thighs outside of hers, forcing
her two thighs to press tightly together. Gently He moved upon her
mound and belly, resting His weight upon His elbows that she might not
suffer unnecessarily, and trapping her gaze in His softness. Finally
He entrapped her waiting buried centre with the tip of His burning
lance and gripped her hard, suddenly plunging himself fully into her
warm, clean centre. The pain tore itself from her lips and ripped from
her heaving lungs as His shaft burst through the soft, curly down
covering her the lips of her slit, tearing them from their roots in
the violent and unexpected penetration of His pole inside her channel,
until finally she felt the warmth replace that pain.
And then the pain was no more as Tyara's mons and buttocks lifted
and tried to push upward to meet His still fullness inside her, her
well-polished jewel about to be smoothed in love's rubbing yet once
again. She smiled in her heart and her growing awareness of what was
to befall her next.
Glen knew he had hurt her with pain and unexpected arrival, but
it had been necessary to shock her unconscious mind into full
wakefulness. He smothered her thighs inside his own, such that they
were like tendrils of fragrant jasmine creeper, drawn taught, to then
slowly relax in the gentle rhythm of lingam and yoni in the stillness
of his presence in the action of simply being there and filling her in
the way that he did. Then he felt her body follow suit, tightening and
relaxing, tensing and letting go, gripping and releasing him ever-
so-strongly.
Glen felt her draw her knees even more tightly together as he
clasped her breasts in the palms of both hands and squeezed firmly,
her slit opening her yoni like a bud in springtime, offered up to his
pleasure of the moment. He had her trapped, yet so had she him, tied
in a tight knot while riding the saddle of her flanks and kissing her
deeply. His tongue found her own and knew it intimately in every way
before leaving it to its aloneness once again.
Tyara did not know who she was and did not care. She lay in
ecstasy beneath the master who lay with His weight upon her, His
length residing fully encompassed within her. Mouth to mouth, tongue
to tongue, chest to breast, belly to belly, and lingam to yoni was she
joined eternally to He whom she now called her master. Her slow burn
had begun with a restless radiation from deep within her loins at His
painful and sudden arrival fully inside her depths, yet now she
revelled in its burning presence inside her.
He lay upon her and he had her trapped, fighting against her
forced imprisonment as her arousal fumed and boiled in her loins,
straining for any sort of unrestricted movement to support the rapid
rise in her body's temperature and passion, but he would not allow it.
She would peak in her prison of him atop of her fully and he would not
release her from his weighty bond until she had.
Her arms were imprisoned His arms; her thighs wrapped tightly
inside of His thighs. She cried out. This was where she belonged now
and for all time and she was very happy in that knowing. She felt Him
then rotate His thighs on top of her soft mound like a black honey
bee, the raw pleasure of her jewel receiving His direct attention
rippled through her body from top to bottom. She moaned into the humid
depths of His throat in kiss. Her breathing deepened without their
bodies hardly moving, and as yet, He had not said one word. And so did
her unconscious action of tightening and releasing increase until it
was such that it inspired a rhythm in her burning loins as ferocious
and forceful as that which had sent her tumbling into the abyss of her
pleasure past.
Still Glen held her captive beneath him, not allowing any
movement except that which was possible in the pushing and humping of
her slit upward against his loins as they grazed her jewel again and
again. He felt her mounting protests as she flipped and heaved under
him.
"Oooohhhh!" Tyara moaned and groaned as her hips and buttocks
began to roll with her squeezing and releasing action on that which
resided within her as deeply as if it had grown into her home. He
smothered her, trapping her fully beneath him; her arms held fully
down by her sides in the strength of His grip; her legs and thighs
trapped forcefully inside His, such that all she could do as her
pleasure mounted rapidly within her loins and fevered brain was to
hump herself upward like a stranded dolphin, pushing her yoni
forcefully upward, straining her slit against the power of His still
loins that held her pinned so unmovingly.
Glen had to use considerable strength to hold her down. She
fought from within, sucking him internally, humping strongly upward in
an attempt to throw him off her so that she might release her fiery
sexual energies of the moment, but it was no use. He held her fast
within the power of his own sexual energy.
Tyara's lips and open mouth shrieked and screamed, grunting and
groaning her protests, but He covered her mouth with His own. She was
suffocating in her own mounting rapture and couldn't escape it. It
engulfed her mind and senses. They swam with her in the hurling,
tumbling sea of boiling lust and trapped passion as His body mirrored
her humping actions in perfect pleasurable timing, such that her
frustration at not being able to move any muscles except those inside
of her body was now forgotten with her mounting heat and fervour. Her
lips drew back against her white teeth as she snarled the arrival of
her animal passion into His throat like a black panther.
Then He broke their deep kiss and covered her ear instead, His
tongue diving intimately and sensually into its fresh clean depths,
probing her in a manner she had never before experienced. Her passion
and lustiness burst forth and soared to incredible heights in a long
howl that escaped from her lips. Her body heaved and humped upward
against the weight of Him on top of her, but it was too no avail. Her
passion was consuming her every essence in her frustration to move
into the heart of her peaking rapture.
At the moment of her violent, heaving orgasm Glen covered her
scream of sheer raw ecstasy with his mouth over hers as it opened. He
felt the force of her arrival in a new dawn fully inside his mouth and
throat. She grunted and shouted into his humid depths as her body
milked him from the inside for everything it was worth. And only then,
at that precise moment did he release. He let go of her arms and threw
his legs well outside of her own, breaking the capture of his
silencing kiss, releasing his own pent-up sexual energy inside her
volcanic depths with the explosive force of he who had waited just for
this moment to arrive.
"Aaaaaahhh! Yyyeeeesss!" Tyara shrieked. She was free at last.
Free. Her legs flew up and out, kicking and wrapping themselves around
the small of His back while her thighs arched and pitched upward in
frenzied thrusting. Her arms clung to Him, around His neck and back
like a frightened child suspended above a cliff of a thousand miles
high. Her spine flamed from top to bottom. Her claws raked His back
from side to side, top to bottom.
Tyara's freedom and sudden release screamed into His ear, then
her teeth bit down fiercely into the muscled flesh of His shoulder as
her mind and body convulsed and jerked simultaneously, uncontrollably.
Her senses wracked and torched with volcanic heat and bother inside
her mind while her body jerked and heaved, pitching like a ship in a
raging storm at sea, until finally, her back arched and she thrust her
pelvis violently upward, lifting His weight easily with the strength
of her sudden and newfound freedom.
Tyara's wildly fluttering and contracting channel flooded heavily
of her own nectar, squeezing against His rigidity and sucking Him
fully into herself until the last drop of His juices were mixed with
hers as one. And with the draining of His last drop of precious wine
did she then deflate expended, collapsing once more beneath Him as she
fell headlong into the now-familiar bottomless pit beneath her wildly
dizzy heights. Her mind and senses spun crazily as her lights of
conscious awareness dimmed slowly, and then extinguished altogether as
she knew no more.
Glen felt her ferocious awakening at her violent peak, then felt
her die yet another little death of knowing and awakening once again.
She became limp and loose beneath him. He thrust deeply and violently
into her slack junction one last time, feeling himself hurl the last
of his molten seed against the still-churning walls of her vagina.
Then, with a contented sigh did he slowly withdraw his encaptured
length from within her inner-resistant and trembling flesh.
He stood up slowly and again gazed down upon her unconscious
nudity, knowing she was almost there, hoping she would last the
distance. His heart went out to her as he looked inside her sleeping
mind. Then he left her lying there and walked to fix them some
refreshments and food yet again to have after he had finished bathing
and cleansing her when she was to awaken. The ritual of silence and
inaction of the little death had been completed. She had done very
well indeed. Only one more ritual awakening to go ... and then she
would be welcomed royally home to him.
* * *
Gently bathed and her toilet attended
to Glen carried his ward lightly back to the bed, after allowing her
to sleep for a half hour only. She was with him in conscious awareness
of the here and now only; the choiceless awareness of the moment in
which she was discovering herself anew with each passing second. He
watched her gaze and features as she unconsciously accepted the light
drink and food he offered her, her eyes never leaving him for a
second.
She look at him in awe, her face a mixture of welcome recognition
of who she was from that which she could remember last, as well as the
newness of who she felt now within her mind and growing awareness. She
looked radiant and she looked breathtaking in her natural awakened
beauty. He knew full well that she existed only in each passing moment
of now, behind and ahead of that moment she neither knew nor cared
about. He smiled warmly, lovingly into her adoring gaze as she
seemingly studied his face and eyes in return.
Tyara did not know who she was, yet she did in the fullness of
each moment as it arrived at her feet. Who she really was, was here
and now, in every essence of her being. As she gazed into the eyes of
her master she knew all she needed to know about herself. She existed,
and she existed here and now ... for Him, her master, who loved and
cared for her in very way; in ways she had never been cared about
before that she could remember. The past did not even exist for her as
a thought from whence she had come, and the future was happening right
then, right there in the liquid warmth of her master's gaze as He had
bathed and cleansed her, fed her and had loved her in His special
ways. She wanted nothing more, for no thing had anything left to offer
her that she wanted, other than He whom she saw before her eyes,
feeding and caring for her at that moment. There was simply nothing
else...nothing else at all...She had never existed before that moment
as anything other than His. And she knew then that she loved Him
fiercely.
This was the last ritual, Glen knew, as he climbed onto the bed
and sat opposite her after removing the food tray and placing it on
the floor against the wall. He sat facing her on the bed, holding his
arms outstretched to her. She came willingly and immediately with a
smile of radiant warmth on her face and in her eyes.
He guided her upward, and he then guided her downward, opening
her yoni widely for lovemaking with his expert fingers. Then once
again he sat face to face with her as he settled her downward fully
onto his standing part embedding it fully within her warm, clean
sheath. He drew her to him. Her breasts pressed tight against his
chest, her heels locked behind his waist, as his were behind her own.
Then he leaned gently away from her, clasping her wrists and
encouraging her with his gaze to do the same.
"Oooohhh, Maaasssterrr!" Tyara crooned. She had come to Him again
in heart's love, not knowing why, nor caring; only knowing she
belonged right here and right now, with Him. Her centre opened like a
flower in springtime and accepted with loving grace that part of him
which He offered her in full. Her eyes half closed as she settled
fully and happily onto her impalement of her willing servitude.
"Ooohhhh, god!" She sighed at her bottom-most travel onto His
length and girth. Her heart hammered in her chest as He gently brought
his heart to hers. When He began to rock her back and forth, around
and around, her warmth grew and spread rapidly upward from the core of
her volcano, lengthening her nipples and coating her dampness with
even more nectar from the vine of His being buried so deeply within
her already throbbing yoni.
Upon seating her on that which was now hidden and buried within
her body Glen had gently set the swing of their bodies in motion,
cooing and moaning softly into her ear as the swing brought their
faces together on each round. Her flawless limbs clung to his wrists
as he rocked firmly against her genitals, round and round, back and
forth he leaned to interrupt the rhythm of rounding and circling her
jewel with his own pressure.
He grasped her ankles behind his back. She did the same. Gripping
his toes as their genitals continued their gentle pressure-rounding
and rocking. He could feel her tension mounting with his own with the
gentle grinding of clitoris against firm flesh and bone; felt the
clenching and unclenching of her inner house upon the guest of his own
making.
"Mmmmmmnnnn!" Her heart sang with the rising warmth of her body
and mind. Her breasts began to tingle from the inside out. As her
pleasure mounted her natural trance deepened. She seemed to be
floating in and out of herself with sheer ecstasy as her clitoris
ground gently against His firm, yet soft, pliant flesh of loins. Her
mind felt as if it was somewhere above herself and looking down on
everything in the world at the same time.
Every now and then Glen pulled her to him, his loins continually
leaping at hers with the sound of flapping elephant's ears. He
released her wrists and tickled her breasts on the soft underbelly of
each, calling her his lovely darling and painting little circles
around each blood-red-brown nipple. His own trance settled calmly down
inside her own as her eyes half closed with his and their mounting
pleasure as they rocked back and forth, round and round. He watched
her breathing deepen, her lips part, her tongue resting lazily on the
inside of her mouth. Her nipples elongated at his thumbing touch and
her moans came urgently forth from her mouth with a sigh each time.
Then slowly he ceased all movement and lifted her gently upward
and away from him. She separated without resistance. He then turned
her gently and bent her well-forward, with her shoulders low. She
gripped the bedstead as he raised her buttocks so that she held them
high. He reached forward and leaned over her, cupping his hands to
both swinging breasts, squeezing them together and pulling down
slightly at the same time. A long moan escaped her lips and rang forth
to his ears. Then his length found the warmth of her slit and he
mounted her like a dog, reaching forward to turn her face toward him
as he hilted her slowly until his loins flattened against her
buttocks.
She was as eager for love as was her mind and body, accepting her
master's animal coupling willingly and happily, humping back against
his slow-driving penetrations like a doe on all fours as though she'd
lost all human nature. His hand she felt upon each of her side thighs
as she took His worth completely in her junction, deepening his
penetration by raising her buttocks upward and backward to meet each
advance of that most cherished standing part. Her passion had
increased from a slow burn to a steady boiling between her legs and
inside the deepest part of her belly.
Glen had ignited her fire yet again and was well-pleased. He
stroked her yoni long and lovingly, pressuring her ridges from the
inside out and bringing to her the most rapturous pleasure as he did
so. When she began to gently yet urgently force her buttocks back
against his advances he slowly ceased his thrusting again, gently
pushing between her shoulder blades until she moved forward in
obeyance.
Slowly Tyara felt Him urge her forward to lie on her stomach. His
grip tightened around her ankles, lifting them high into the air,
opening her yoni yet again to His standing part which proceeded to
penetrate her so fully It made her gasp in a pain that quickly turned
to the most glorious pleasure she had ever experienced. Once impaled
she took her own ankles in her hands while His circling and thrusting
motion lengthened in stride and her pleasure began to mount rapidly
once again. Again and again did she feel the wondrous pleasure of
feeling Him drive his penis deep into her yoni, pleasuring her royally
with vigorous strokes into her house of love. Her mind once again
began to swim with her swooning senses as her spine tingled and flamed
rapturously.
Once again Glen sensed her raw pleasure igniting and ceased all
action, withdrawing slowly, again drawing her upward to kneel on all
fours before him like an animal, a position which offered him her
buttocks. He slickened himself with the nectar from her wound, and
slowly but solidly penetrated the hidden depths of her tight, tiny
starfish. She groaned several times while he settled fully impaled
within her tight confines, then slowly began to stroke her rear with
expert ado.
His own sexual energies were gathering quickly as he quickened
his hilting actions inside her tight rear orifice. Then he felt her
opening relax and take him more easily as her unbridled lust began to
take firm hold of her body and senses. He stroked her more vigorously,
faster than before, feeling his own tension rapidly mount with hers.
He knew he didn't have much more time with her before her final climax
consumed her once and for all that eve.
Tyara's mind flamed with the intensity of heat she felt deeply
within her buttocks. Her bowels groaned with a pleasure and rapture
she had never felt in her existence. Her hips and thighs relaxed and
took fully and openly all that He had to offer her waiting heart. Her
mind soared with the angels while her body bordered on the super-nova
of her new identity. She groaned her rapture to the universe as He
lengthened His stride within her bowels.
Time was rapidly running out. Glen quickly withdrew from the
heated depths of her hot buttocks and flesh and penetrated her yoni
deeply and vigorously, driving the groans and deep sounds of raw
pleasure from her lips. He slapped her buttocks. Then he ceased and
withdrew quickly from her, turning her toward him to settle her on her
knees before him as he straightened his back. His hands found the back
of her head and guided her to him.
Tyara felt she was burning up. A fire had been started in her
body and mind that could not be extinguished without the end doing it
for her. His hands felt firm on the back of her head, guiding her to
her waiting fate, a fate that she smiled upon knowing fully. She
allowed the head of His slippery penis to slide completely into her
mouth and pressed the glistening shaft firmly between her lips,
holding Him a moment before pulling gently away. She pressed her
fiery kisses along Its whole length, making her lips round and sucking
as she would at her lower lip.
"Mmmmmmm!" Tyara murmured as she kissed It, letting her tongue
flick all over her master's penis, and then, pointing her tongue at
it, she struck it repeatedly on the sensitive glans-tip several times.
Then, fired by raw passion of her own mounting she took It deeply
within her mouth, pulling on It and sucking vigorously as though she
were stripping clean a mango. In her awareness of who she really was
did she then sense His orgasm approaching. She quickly swallowed His
whole penis, sucking and working upon It with lips and tongue, waiting
and hoping He would spend inside her mouth and throat.
Glen was on the edge of his own super-nova. Her mouthing actions
had raised the sexual energy of his own vibration to fever pitch. His
groans were as loud as was her own as she took him to her in every
way. Then slowly he reluctantly forced her head and mouth away from
himself and gently lay her down on her back, pulling her legs widely
apart, exposing and opening her yoni to his attention to lift her
vibrations as high as she had just raised him.
With delicate fingertips he pinched the arched lips of her house
of love very slowly together, kissing them as he would kiss her mouth,
his tongue searching intimately the throat of her apex. He spread her
cleave asunder, that archway in which rested his nose while his tongue
gently probed her yoni, allowing his lips and chin to slowly circle
the core of her jewel. Then Glen allowed his tongue to rest for moment
in the archway to her Lord's temple before entering to worship
vigorously, tasting already the copious flow of her rising lust and
liquid passion escaping between the swollen lips of her jade gates.
Tyara was not aware of herself in any way, aside from her own
existence within the centre of her own pleasure. Her mind floated in
and out of her body as each wave of intense rapture raced up and down
her spine after exploding from the centre of her thighs. He fastened
His lips to those of her yoni and took deep kisses from her centre,
drinking deeply, nibbling and sucking hard at her clitoris.
"Uuuugggghhh! Ooohhyeeessss!" "She moaned and groaned at the
escaping bliss as it dried her lips with each deep gasp and grunt.
Glen lifted her buttocks and let his tongue-tip probe and slither
downward to her centre, and then back to her centre to lap and lick
and suckle on her clitoris like a baby calf, rotating skilfully in the
archway of her love-god master's home within her body. He lapped her
love-water as if drinking her wine from a fountain while her mind and
body burned in the flames of her lust and heated fervour.
Tyara reached urgently down, holding her own lips apart that He
may better reach the desire of His pleasure for her. She squeezed
herself inwardly, allowing His fluted tongue to drink quickly and
heavily from her wine on tap only for Him. She felt herself being
drained as he drank from her scared spring, her over-flowing
love-temple. And her groans of delights drowned all sounds within her
universe.
Glen then began interrupt his drinking and tonguing motion to
smack firmly on her swollen crease, then continued to do so between
sucking and tonguing her pleasure to heights she had previously not
known existed within the realms of physical sexual pleasure. Again and
again did his hand slap her glistening, pulsing jewel firmly, replaced
again and again quickly with his mouth and tongue once more. His own
passion was on the verge of releasing itself from within the confines
of his aching body without his permission. It was time.
Glen lifted her hips and buttocks high, sliding beneath them a
full pillow of some firmness. Penetrating her quickly he then held his
penis fully embedded and pressed firmly against her womb. Then he
withdrew slowly, only to lunge vigorously inside her again and again
and again, striking her womb violently; pressuring her yoni
continuously each time with his very presence.
"Ooohh! Oooohhhhhhyyyeeessss!" Tyara groaned from the pit of her
soul, feeling her mighty end approaching with a vengeance. It torched
her spine and her mind at the same time, firing her loins and
splitting her personality aside and asunder from that whom she always
had been. Her awakening awareness soared with the angels who
introduced herself to herself for the first time in her life, and she
knew, at that moment in time, she had never existed before that
exquisite moment. Her body heaved and jerked, hips and buttocks
thrusting wildly and uncontrollabaly against the burning spear that
opened her from the inside out.
"Maaaaaassterrrrr!" she screamed, crying out for that which she
already had buried so deeply inside of her, sensing his joining of
seeds at any second as she flooded within her own dam bursting.
Coloured lights flashed everywhere and from every quarter. She
recognised instantly that which she had always known, but had
forgotten somehow as her life had passed her by. The tears of that
discovery streamed from her eyes with her cries of reunion with
herself . Her happiness flew higher and higher as her orgasm flamed
and burned long like a shining star from heaven's seventh heaven,
heralding her long-awaited arrival home to a place she had never
really left.
"Nnnooowww!" Glen commanded her unconscious mind and awareness
loudly as he felt himself go over the precipice with her. He felt her
body open itself unconsciously from within, knowing she was going over
the edge and into a new life and identity she had never known before.
It was time to go with her and herald the arrival of who she really
was now in every sense, welcoming her home to herself; together again
for the very first time with who she really was now, and had always
been since the moment of her first breath.
Glen's penis expanded and contracted within her depths. He held
his breath and thrust wildly in every direction, like a bull tossing
its horns, his length quivering inside her yoni on the very edge of
his universal explosion of energy into matter with his own fiery
orgasm. He felt the involuntary shudder of its vengeful beginnings and
began to orchestrate its imminent arrival to the racing moods and
brilliant colours exploding already in his mind and senses.
And in that way did he then burst and explode, releasing himself
deeply inside her waiting yoni, flooding his energy into the slave who
willingly came to him for teachings, emptying copiously to shower her
channel with the rainbow sparks of fire from his heated loins, bathing
her fiery walls, cooling them, showering them over and over, coating
her, painting her royally with the seed of his future children and
their children's children. And then he was there with her, soaring,
flying so high within the heavens themselves; watching the stars go
racing by with her on his arm. They were together in soul and essence
as their mutual and fiery transcendental orgasm joined them in their
very heart of hearts.
As the planets and stars of the universe rushed at them with
lightning speed they smiled at the angels with the happiness of
knowing, and the angels smiled back warmly. Gods of all denominations
blessed her homecoming, and he with her as her guide and teacher. And
then all was well into the never-ending darkness of the universe into
which they both sped at frightening pace; past the stars; beyond the
spinning, whirling planets and out into the ever-reaching edge of
beyond heaven itself and all that lay betwixt and between, until all
there remained for them in their soaring super-nova was the darkness
and the peace of togetherness - the warm, caressing blackness and
inner peace of two now joined as one, for all time. Then slowly the
burning lights of conscious and unconscious awareness dimmed for them
both as they collapsed breathless and spent into each other's bodies -
gasping as one, lying as one, holding as one, having loved as one. And
the gods in their graceful mercy then allowed them to sleep and to
rest, and to know they had been welcomed home in a royal manner
befitting their journey. They were home...and, he had brought her home
with him through the final crossing.
* * * *
The End of Chapter 5 "Hypnotic Explorers"
(If you are looking forward to the
final chapter and have enjoyed reading this developing story so far,
please email me your comments or criticisms. Thank you for reading. -
Mesmer.)
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