The Sacrament – Apprentice Tate – Chapter 6, with Tormentor Stone
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The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is quite sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been passed down orally. Its primary concentrate is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and subjugation into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and figure are stimulated, and there are few more strenuous practices both for him or for his Master. Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most titillating trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s firm to imagine him as the insatiable he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and subordinated Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some insignificant creases to iron out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this demeanour implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated. As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and gently running my forearms up and down his figure until every one of his feels were activated. I could watch in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was little by little sending him into a madness of lust. I undid one of his shirt buttons and push my gigantic hand against his chest, permitting it to drift down to his belly. I liquidated my mask and he restricted his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was glazed in flecks of dried semen. A beckon of anticipation was plainly surging thru his figure which made my fuckpole twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a Sir to experience the art of deep restraint, which is no easy task. As the Apprentice becomes thrilled it becomes increasingly difficult for the Sir to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate strength reversal.
The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is quite sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been passed down orally. Its primary concentrate is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and subjugation into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and figure are stimulated, and there are few more strenuous practices both for him or for his Master. Apprentice Tate is nearing the end of his training. He’s been with us for some time and has become one of our most titillating trainees. Reading over his notes, it’s firm to imagine him as the insatiable he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and subordinated Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some insignificant creases to iron out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this demeanour implies either carelessness or defiance and it will not be tolerated. As is customary, I wore the mask of the Witch Doctor, standing behind the Apprentice and gently running my forearms up and down his figure until every one of his feels were activated. I could watch in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my touch was little by little sending him into a madness of lust. I undid one of his shirt buttons and push my gigantic hand against his chest, permitting it to drift down to his belly. I liquidated my mask and he restricted his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was glazed in flecks of dried semen. A beckon of anticipation was plainly surging thru his figure which made my fuckpole twitch. The Sacrament ceremony requires a Sir to experience the art of deep restraint, which is no easy task. As the Apprentice becomes thrilled it becomes increasingly difficult for the Sir to hold back, but it is vital to do so to prevent an inappropriate strength reversal.
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