Apprentice Ethan Tate, Chapter 6: The Sacrament 1080p
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The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is fairly sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been handed down orally. Its primary concentrate is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and obedience into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and figure are stimulated, and there are few more heavy 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 rock hard to imagine him as the ultra-kinky child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and servant Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some tenuous creases to metal out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this demeanor 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 mildly running my arms up and down his figure until every one of his feels were activated. I could witness in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my grope was gradually sending him into a frenzy of lust. I undid one of his tee-shirt buttons and shovel my enormous hand against his chest, permitting it to drift down to his belly. I liquidated my mask and he confined his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was glazed in flecks of dried semen.
The ceremony of the Sacrament is an ancient ritual—one so shrouded in mystery that no one is fairly sure of its origins. For many, many years, its secrets have been handed down orally. Its primary concentrate is to take an Apprentice beyond the zone of trust and obedience into a space where he can feel deep fulfillment. Heart, mind, and figure are stimulated, and there are few more heavy 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 rock hard to imagine him as the ultra-kinky child he once was. He’s become one of our most conscientious and servant Apprentices and his future within The Order looks to be golden. Sure, there are still some tenuous creases to metal out. He has a tendency not to do up the top button of his shirt. It sounds petty, but this demeanor 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 mildly running my arms up and down his figure until every one of his feels were activated. I could witness in his slate-blue eyes that he desired me and that my grope was gradually sending him into a frenzy of lust. I undid one of his tee-shirt buttons and shovel my enormous hand against his chest, permitting it to drift down to his belly. I liquidated my mask and he confined his breath as I undid his purple tie, the back of which, I noted, was glazed in flecks of dried semen.
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