The initiation Pt1
Dee collects me as we had arranged at 7:30 pm, she is wearing a long dark hooded coat and she has brought a similar item for me to wear.
“Put this on” she says, “it will keep you warm and cover your modesty.”
She also passes me a blindfold. “I’m sorry but I’ll have to ask you to wear this once we are in the car. The location of the ritual has to remain a secret until you have been fully ordained into our temple. I’m sure you can understand this need for privacy.”
I wear the blindfold as instructed and we set off, after driving for approximately 20 mins we reach the location. I get out of the car and Dee holds my hand to guide me over to the building. I hear heavy doors creak as they open and a solid thud as they close again behind us. “Careful now” Dee says as she helps me down a narrow stone staircase into some kind of basement.
I smell something fragrant, incense perhaps mixed with beeswax candles and a faint smokiness.
My blindfold is removed and Dee tells me to follow her into a side room.
“I’ll need to prepare you for the ceremony in here, you can take off your robe now.”
I remove the heavy robe and standing in just my underwear I look around the room.
It’s small and quite plain, there is a single bed and a wooden desk, there’s not much more to see in the flickering candlelight.
Dee busies herself, collecting items from the desk. A bottle of dark ink like liquid, a couple of small brushes and a piece of worn parchment which appears to be a reference for the required symbols.
Dee says, “you can take off your bra and panties now but it’s ok to leave your stockings and heels on.
Then you can lie down for me.”
She begins to paint the symbols onto my naked body.
Starting with my breasts she paints in a circular motion around my nipples, the paint is cool and quickly makes them stand proud.
Dee chats while she paints my body.
She tells me the priests in the Luciferian order are forbidden from ejaculating unless their semen is being used in a luciferian ritual. The only other time they are allowed to ejaculate is when they are masturbated by the temple nun.
As the order has recently been unable to hold regular rituals one of Dee’s duties has been to relieve the priests by “milking” their semen every few weeks.
“Oh wow, ” I say “that’s fabulous, how does that work?”
Dee explains that the priests are given appointments at the medical practice and she milks them in a similar way to my own last visit.
The semen once collected is refrigerated.
Some of it is then mixed with beeswax and used to make a spermaceti type of candle for use in the temple.
The rest after sterilisation is mixed with a small amount of aloe gel. The proteins and other amino acids in the semen make it a wonderfully slippery natural lubricant.
Dee says “The last time I masturbated the priests was almost three weeks ago so I’m expecting them to produce a lot of semen for you tonight.
Dee smiles at me.
Ok, that’s all my artwork completed.”
I look down and see an elaborate round symbol painted onto each breast. A sort of triangular symbol on my tummy pointing to my cock and some text written on each forearm, “ Solve” and “Coagula”
Dee explains that the large triangular shaped drawing on my tummy is the sygil of Lucifer and the round drawings on my breasts are the sygil of Baphomet the same as her pentacle. They represent carnality, power and duality.
The writing on my arms, Solve et Coagula is a principle of alchemy meaning dissolve and coagulate. It signifies that old beliefs must first be broken down before they can be replaced by something new.
Dee explains the symbols should wash off in a week or so, it’s just a natural vegetable dye similar to henna.
“When it’s time for us to go through to the inner temple I will lead you by this,” Dee says.
She shows me a plaited leather rope and a small leather harness.
“These small leather straps can be tightened with these buckles. One goes around your scrotum and the other around the base of your penis. The leash clips onto the metal harness loop.”
Dee takes the small leather harness and begins to fit the straps loosely. Her delicate touch on my smooth sensitive scrotum excites me and by the time she has the straps correctly positioned and tightened my penis is erect.
“How does that feel?” she asks as she tugs on the harness.
“It feels amazing” I say as I look down at my now engorged shaft.
“Actually” Dee says “Just to make sure your unusual duality doesn’t go unnoticed by the congregants.“
She takes her bright red lipstick and draws a serpents head on my exposed glans with a serpentine body curling around the shaft of my penis.
She colours my erect nipples red and as an afterthought applies some to my lips too.
“Just one last thing before we are ready,” says Dee taking a large syringe from the desk. I need to make sure we are both full of anal lube.”
A few minutes later in the depths of the building a gong sounds.
“It’s time” Dee says.
She attaches the leather leash to my harness and leads me out into the low corridor, our stiletto heels click clacking on the hard stone floor slabs.
As we approach the inner sanctum I hear an indistinct low chanting and the yellow glow of candlelight illuminates the corridor.
Wearing only fishnet stockings and stilettos I’m pulled by my erect penis into a high ceilinged gothic style room.
There are large candles in alcoves all around the walls, also in tall metal holders in each corner.
In the yellow glow I see several large tapestry wall hangings depicting images of Lucifer and other satanic deities.
There is a bench covered in a dark burgundy velvet which I presume must be a kind of altar, ether side of which are more tall candleholders.
To the right is an ornate lectern with a huge black leather bound book on top.
Behind the altar there is a narrow table covered with a pentagram tapestry on top of which is an ancient looking incense thurible and a large ornately decorated metal chalice. The centrepiece is a large wooden crucifix the longest part of which has been carved into a bulbous ended phallus. On closer inspection I see that it’s obviously an ancient christian relic bearing a carved depiction of the crucifixion. Presumably of great religious significance before it was desecrated.
Painted on the wall behind the table is a large image of Baphomet sitting cross legged. In the image the demon has large breasts and a hugely erect penis with serpents intertwined around its shaft.
On the forearms the words “Solve” and “Coagulate” are written.
The priesthood all wearing hooded black robes are engaged in a low monophonic chanting.
The celebrant wearing a hooded gold chasuble bearing the sygil of Baphomet is standing at the lectern.
The deacon and subdeacon wearing red hooded chasubles are standing behind the altar.
Dee leads me over to the altar.
“Sit here on the edge and keep your legs open wide” she says, then she moves away.
Somewhere behind me a gong is sounded three times and the chanting stops.
The ritual has begun.
The celebrant opens the book on the lectern at a marked page and as he begins to speak I realise it’s Dr Llewelyn.
"In nomine Dei nostri Luciferi Excelsi.
In the name of our God, Lucifer of the Most High.”
Shem HaMephorash!”
The congregants all respond.
“Shem HaMephorash!”
The Celebrant then raises his arms, palms downward, and says,
“O mighty Lord of Darkness, we entreat you to receive and accept this sacrifice, which we offer to you on behalf of this assembled congregation.
The celebrant bows and says,
“Solve! Solve! Solve!”
The gong is struck three times.
“O Mighty Lord. Renouncing the spiritual paradise of the weak and lowly, we place our trust in Thee, the God of the Flesh, for the satisfaction and fulfilment of our lusts and desires.
Fornicemur ad gloria Domine Satanus.
Fornicate to the glory of Our Lord Satan.”
All present now untie the ropes that fasten the front of their robes, and reaching behind they retie them at the back. All the congregants now have their cocks exposed. All are wearing leather harnesses tightly around the base of their shafts and around their smooth scrotums. All their cocks are fully erect and engorged with swollen glans heads.
Dee strips off her nuns habit and is now naked apart from her nuns wimple and stilleto heels.
She steps up onto a semi circular stone exedra set back into the wall. Squatting down she raises her arms above her head and grips onto metal chains. Her knees are spread wide displaying the smoothness of her shaved vagina, fleshy labia and her puckered anal sphincter.
The subdeacon brings forth a metal font and places it on the floor beneath her.
Dee grips the chains tightly and squeezes her internal muscles.
The congregants watch her and after a few seconds piss starts to trickle out from between the folds of her labia. It drips down onto the stone slab forming a puddle.
The effort has made Dee’s anus gape, lube is dripping out and her rectum is beginning to prolapse.
The Deacon takes the phallic crucifix and crouches in front of her. Holding it like a sword he presses the glans of the wooden phallus to the centre of her emerging rectal prolapse, pushing it back inside her and sliding the thick shaft of the phallus up her anus.
I can tell by her facial expressions that Dee is finding this deep penetration extremely pleasurable.
The Deacon begins to vigorously pump the phallus up her anus.
20 or 30 short fast strokes deep inside her then suddenly he fully withdraws it.
Dee groans, her sphincter gaping wide as her rectum prolapses again. A red bulge of internal flesh pushes out of her anus and a fountain of piss gushes from between the folds of her labia.
Her piss is squirting out in front of her drenching the stone floor but also filling the metal font which is positioned beneath her.
The celebrant speaks,
“She maketh the vessel resound with the tears of her mortification. The waters of her shame become a shower of blessing in the tabernacle of Lucifer, for that which hath been withheld pourest forth, and with it, her piety.
The great Baphomet, who is in the midst of the throne, shall sustain her, for she is a living fountain of water.”
Finally after several seconds the flow of Dee’s piss decreases and stops, she releases her hold on the chains and steps down from the slab. She picks up the heavy filled font and with droplets of piss still trickling down her legs she walks across the room and places it on the floor next to the Celebrant.
The Celebrant says,
“And the Dark Lord shall wipe all tears from her eyes, for he said unto me,
It is done.
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give freely unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life.
He takes the ornate chalice and scooping Dee’s piss from the font turns toward the assembled company, the chalice extended before him.
“Ecce calix voluptatis carnis, qui laetitiam vitae donat.
Let him that thirsteth come; and take of the water of life.”
The celebrant drinks then presents the chalice to each of the congregants in order of rank, first to the deacon, followed by the subdeacon, then each of the priesthood.
After the congregation have all drunk from the chalice the subdeacon guides me to a padded cushion directly in front of the altar and tells me to kneel.
The Priests assemble in a semi circle around me, five of them all waiting their turn to use my mouth. They are all slowly masturbating their hard cocks, keeping themselves just on the cusp of ejaculating. Something I imagine they have become very good at.
I feel a little flutter of excitement in my tummy. It’s been quite a while since I’ve even sucked a cock and now I’m going to taste and swallow five separate loads of spunk.
I think I’m going to enjoy being Lucifers vessel!
The first priest steps forward. Dee kneels beside him and begins to masturbate him, slowly at first then gradually building up to a faster tempo. With her other hand she runs the tips of her long red nails over the tightening flesh of his scrotum.
The thick blunt head of his engorged cock starts to press against my lips, I open them slightly, allowing his glans access to my warm moist mouth.
I use my tongue to explore his thick meaty cock head, briefly tasting his sweet precum. Hoping for more I lap away at the sensitive frenum and push the tip of my tongue into his pee hole.
Dee continues to masturbate him as I suck hard on his swollen glans, my lips stretched around the girth of his veiny shaft.
As I look upwards towards the darkness of his cowl the priests thigh muscles suddenly tense. He pushes forwards against Dee’s arm and from within the cowl he emits a deep groan as he ejaculates.
Spurt after spurt of his thick gooey semen erupts into my mouth. Dee tries to hold him back but his fat cock head pushes deeper, completely filling my mouth and forcing his semen down into my throat.
It’s a very heavy consistency like having a mouthful of warm thick porridge. I’m finding it difficult to swallow but try to gulp down as much as I can.
Dee pulls the priest back and holds his penis in front of my mouth. The congregation all watch as I lap up droplets of his semen, licking up and down the shaft and around the glans, cleaning him.
She releases her hold on his shaft and the priest moves back to resume his place.
Dee picks up the ornate metal chalice containing her piss and passes it to me. “Drink” she says “it will help you to swallow all of the semen.”
The congregation watch me as I take a mouthful of her piss, it’s still warm and I recognise her slightly salty taste, one that I’ve recently become familiar with.
I swallow it, washing down the thick strands of semen, clearing my mouth and throat, ready for the next load.
