The Ritual
I listened to the rain on window as I drank my tea. I was ruminating about my week. LH had ignored the text I sent her and I spent most of the week in a sour mood because of it. I finished my tea and stood in front of the altar, taking a second to center myself and let go of lingering resentment.
I took a deep breath.
I had a new disciple on her way. I had disinfected my thinnest cane and had it laid out on the altar. It appeared hungry. desirous. It’s dark wood lustily calling for blood. It was a fine tool- beautifully straight, stained a dark mahogany it’s handle wrapped in soft leather. I purchased it in preparation for receiving the new disciple and the two would become well aquatinted by the end of the days session. I took one last look at the altar, I could see the white candles and frankincense resin laid out. I lit a charcoal so it would be ready by the time she arrived. Then, I realized that the rug beneath my feet was too kind and soft. I rolled it up and set it in the hall closet- revealing the hard wood floor beneath it. Everything was set. And right on time- she arrived.
She smiled when I opened the door to let her in and she tried to say something but I cut her off - “Did you bring your sigil?” . “Yes sir, its right here” she mumbled as she searched through her bag. She pulled out a slip of paper with an intricate symbol drawn on it.
“This is too complex”
“What?”
“It will be hard for you to concentrate on a complicated form like this- you need to be able to hold the whole thing in your mind at once”
“Should I start over…?”
“No- but next time don’t worry about being so intricate.”
“Yes sir.”
I took the paper from her and laid it out on the alter. I propped it up so it could be seen easily while sitting. “Leave your clothes on the chair and kneel here facing your sigil.” We normally have a rather affectionate rapport so I am sure she is already starting to feel out of place. She would have expected some praise for her work on the sigil, and now she will be hungry for some sort of acknowledgment. Which will come. But only after she has begun to bend herself into a tool for me- much like the wand and chalice, she is raw material that will be crafted to be an expression of my will. Through this experience she will emerge with a deeper understanding of her own true will- and hopefully one day she will be made into a magister herself.
I stood behind her as she kneeled onto the hard floor and delicately folded her hands in her lap. I could see goosebumps forming on the backs of her arms. I placed my hands gently on her shoulders.
“Relax.”
“yes, sir.”
“While we are in the temple- it is master.”
“…Yes master.”
I stepped past her to the altar and began to burn some frankincense. As the smoke began to rise and fill the room with it’s pungent, woody perfume I carried the censer to each of the four directions- starting with the east, saying “Pater et Mater unus deus Ararita”. Then to the south, “Mater et Filius unus deus Ararita”. The west, “Filius et Filia unus deus Ararita” and to the north, “Pater et Filia unus deus Ararita”. Then I returned the burner to the altar, and stood behind the student once again. For this first session I had instructed her to create a sigil for something she wished to achieve. I wanted to show her that by aligning her will with mine, she would be taken care of and all her needs would be met. I again placed my hands on her shoulders. “Gaze at your sigil. Imagine it as if drawn in white blue fire in your mind. Hold it in your mind and do not drop it.” - “yes master.” I told her to state aloud what the sigil represented as a statement of her will. She seemed a little sheepish and attempted to look back at me but I firmly grabbed the back of her neck and turned her head back to the altar. She spoke softly “It- it is my will to pass my chem exam.” I smiled to myself- that is a good goal. It will be easily achieved, and the ritual will have a measurable effect. “Good. Thats a good target. You’ve done well.” I could see the goosebumps appear from that moment of praise. I gently pulled her back and flipped it over her shoulder, revealing her smooth back. I walked to the altar and picked up the rod. I turned to her, and holding the handle below my belly and pointing the tip down to my feet- accentuating the phallic suggestion of the tool; I commanded “Kiss it.” She looked up at me with her deep brown dewey eyes like a doe looking at an oncoming storm. Then, like a well practiced actor stepping onto the boards, her gaze fell to the rod and softened as she lovingly kissed the tool. Almost in a trance I watched her lustily caress the rod with her lips and tongue, I could feel the raw desire with which she kissed the tool as if it were my cock- but before I fell too deeply into a moment of lust I withdrew the instrument from her lips and walked again behind her.
“don’t take your eyes from your sigil”
Before she could respond, I sent the cane sailing through the air to quickly strike across her right shoulder blade. As the pain from the strike sank in she let out a small gasp. I could see the skin turning bright red and beginning to welt immediately. “what is your will?” I demand. She stammers out “it is my will-“ I strike her again in the same spot and she winces but begins to smile- she likes the shock of each strike. “-my will to- pass my chem exam”. I strike her twice quickly, lower on her back, she yelps in pain. I tell her to repeat her will, and her voice is strained from the pain.
With a proper strike from the rod, the pain will take a few seconds to build and sink in. A bright red flower of stinging fire unfolding across the skin. I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but she remained as composed as she could against the onslaught of pain. Almost dignified.
I strike her again across the shoulder blade, some blood now beginning to well up to the surface of her skin. Her breathing becomes short and fast. I grab the back of her neck, calmly but firmly and command “steady your breathing. Exhale slowly.” “yes master.” She attempts to control her breathing. Her tears were now streaming her makeup. “Are you enjoying this?” she nods, wiping the tears from her eyes “yes, master.”
“Tell me.”
“Yes master, I am enjoying this.”
“Do you want to continue learning?”
“Yes master… Please keep teaching me.”
Before she can even complete her last word I strike her once again on the shoulder. I aim directly for the spot that is bleeding. She cries out in pain. More blood begins to drip down her back. Her mouth hangs slightly open as her eyes shift- as if she is looking far in the distance or into another world entirely. A wave of tremors passes through her as her hips shake and her shoulders quiver. I pause and watch her silently. The only sound in the room is her heavy breathing. Another wave of tremors shakes her body as if in anticipation for the next strike.
“Now turn your will over to me. Allow the sigil to fade in your mind. Turn your will into my will. What is your will?” - in response she forces out “My will is your will, master” . I smile at this and say “Then it is MY will that you shall pass your exam”
“Thank you master…“
I silently grabbed a disinfecting wipe from the desk near us and cleaned the cane before placing it back on the altar. I picked up the silver chalice and returned behind the student. She grimaced in pain as I pressed the edge of the cup against an open wound to gather a few drops of her blood. I placed the cup on the floor beside us and I told my student to bow down and press her arms and face to the ground. As she did this, she lifted her hips into a puppy pose, revealing her pussy. Her puffy labia were already glistening with mucous. I knelt behind her and spread her open with one hand. She was dripping wet, and I could feel her twitching and pulsing beneath my fingers like a hungry mouth yearning to devour.
I slid my thumb inside her and pressed firmly on her g-spot while sliding my fingers alongside her clit, in a slow and clinical rhythm. She moaned softly and began rocking her hips against the steady stimulation. In this moment I noticed how incredibly beautiful she was. Her smooth round ass lifted up, and her sweet pussy yearning towards me- her quiet moans and gasps and little twitches. I wanted to spread her open with both hands and bury my face in her smooth folds. I was becoming very hard as her rocking increased and her toes began to clench. She took a huge gasp of air in as her back clenched, the rocking stopped and I felt her pussy tighten around my thumb. Very tight. As her hips shook I could only imagine how good it would feel to have her cunt wrapped that tightly around my rod. I withdrew my hand from her and sat behind her waiting quietly for her orgasm to finish. When her hips stopped shaking and her breathing began to return, I commanded her “keep the sigil in your mind for this next part” she weakly nodded. Not good enough, I wanted verbal confirmation- “Do you understand?” “yes master..” “good.” . I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my cock. I was already throbbing, and some slick, translucent precum was dripping from the tip. I had been maintaining my seed for the last week in preparation for this ceremony and my balls felt heavy and full of sperm. I gently grazed her labia with my throbbing shaft, and she twitched in hunger for me. She began to rock her hips against me, dragging her juices up and down my shaft. I pulled away from her and I could her softly whimper.
Then I penetrated her. She gasped as steadily, and deeply I thrust myself inside her. Stretching her and filling her completely, and then pushing deeper until I pressed against her cervix. I throbbed inside of her. She was very tight. I pulled out completely and then again slowly thrust into her. Steadily spreading and filling her one inch at a time until I again pressed against the back, plugging her. I continued to slowly and steadily pump her while I gazed at the sigil she had drawn. I envisioned it floating before me, as if it were drawn in the air with flames. I pulled the image into me and held it inside my chest while I continued to work my student. I could feel her beginning to rock and twitch as another orgasm was building. I did not change my rhythm. Slowly filling her completely with my cock with each thrust. Like the tide, I filled her and receded and filled her again. Over and over, steady like a mantra or the regular deep breath of an initiate in deep meditation. She began to orgasm again, clenching so tightly she nearly expelled me from her entirely- but I grabbed her hips and drove my rod inside of her deeper as she moaned and shook around me. I continued my steady tide- filling her to the brim each time. She panted and gasped and twitched but I did not give her any respite.
Now I could feel my own tide growing. With each plunge into her depths I could feel a pressure building the head of my cock. An aching pressure pushing up from my heavy and full sack, expanding the sides of my shaft as if I would burst open. Now with each thrust I would pause with tip of my cock pressed against my disciple’s cervix, and allow my throbbing rod to linger as a wave of pleasure traveled up my spine from my root- filling my head with clouds of pink. I noticed I was drooling, lost in the tightness and the wetness of my student’s depth. I refocused on the sigil- holding it in my mind as with each plunge I felt the pressure build. I took one last dive deep inside her and with my cock pressed against her cervix I released a flood of ejaculate, my dick throbbing and twitching as it pumped its hot load deep inside my student.
Still inside her, I grabbed her by the throat and held her up to gaze up on the sigil, pressing her against my chest.
“what is your will?”
“my will is yours master”
She could barely get the words out. I placed my free hand on her belly, and drove my still throbbing rod deeper into her. I envisioned her sigil floating inside her womb under my hand and said aloud “Then it is MY will that this sigil shall manifest in your life. ABRAHADABRA” I intoned the word of power and felt our wills mingling inside of her. I felt my seed penetrate the sigil and the two became a small white glowing egg that rested near her Mulhadara chakra, just beneath her navel. I held her throat tightly, and grabbed the chalice containing some drops of her blood. I held it beneath her as I pulled out, allowing the frothy mix of semen and creamy mucus to begin to drip into the cup. With two fingers I scoop out as much as I can into the cup and bring it to her lips allowing her to drink the elixer. I pour what is left into my mouth and feel the warm fluid travel down my throat. It seemed to sit in my belly radiating warmth through my body. I pushed her back down, and hungrily began licking up what was left of the fluid inside her sweet pussy. She panted in silence as I lapped up her insides like a hungry dog. The sweet-salty, musky mix of cum and sweat and discharge like a precious gift- I roll the disciple over and press my mouth against hers and share with her the last of the elixer I had found in her- like a pearl diver surfacing with his catch. I remained kissing her even after I felt her swallow the cum. She gently put her arms around me and stroked my back as our tongues gently entwined. I closed my eyes and rested there for a moment.
She pulled away and tilted her head to look into my eyes- a half smile played on her face as she seemed to be searching my face for something. She seemed to be able to see right into my head through my eyes. Seeming pleased with what she saw she kissed me on the nose and patted my back saying with a smirk “Thank you, master- can I please your shower”. I laughed and rolled off her- helping her up “yeah, anytime- how do you feel?”. “Like I just got whipped until I bled!” she offhandedly said as she went to the bathroom and began running a shower.
I pulled my pants back up and checked my phone. To my surprised I had received a new message of LH- and it seemed like now they wanted to play too. I sat back down in my chair and closed my eyes listening to the sound of the rain and the shower. I felt warm and glowing. I really liked kissing her today. I want to spend more time with her.
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