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The longer I remain an apprentice, the more I understand The Order, and my posture within it.For the longest time, I perceived almost valueless. I was right at the bottom of the pecking order, seemingly being used and disciplined as, and when, a master perceived the need. I went thru a period of great doubt where I wondered if what was happening was for my own good. Then, I found clarity. I realized that, far from being worthless, I was powerful. sans the apprentices, there would be no sensation for the masters. My task, my desire was to become the very hottest sensation giver.When I found out ...When I found out that the covenant ritual was due to take place, I was thrilled to learn that it would be overseen by teachers Weston and Snow. I have, for the longest time, admired both folks from afar. Pleasuring such a man, and watching his icy exterior cracking, would be enormously thrilling. I would find great awakening in watching him slowly peeling back the layers of perfectly-turned-out apparel and watching his wondrous dick oncoming from his pants, turgid and engorged… because of me.A chamber subjugated transferred me a milky ceremonial robe to wear for the ritual. Only a few yards of softly pleated fabric, trussed with a series of knots, it had a sort of a Grecian vibe about it. I was trained to crawl into the room, which was gleaming milky and lined with long curtains that billowed in the spring breeze.I instantly clocked Master Snow, who was sitting on a long, padded bench in an spotless milky suit, shirt, and tie. I then noticed Master Weston standing behind Snow, similarly dressed.I dutifully crawled toward Master Snow and knelt at his feet, which he trained me to wash. I did exactly as told, eliminating his slippers and socks, and using a cloth and a cup of water to cautiously cleanse every inch of them: the soles, the toes, the arches. It could have been perceived as abasing but, looking into his beautiful, lavender-blue eyes, I could tell that I was pleasuring him greatly, and I live to please.He pulled me to my feet and stood in front of me, gazing at me as he ran his palms up and down the pleats in the fabric of my gown. I could tell that he was me in, and that he approved of the way that I looked.Master Snow is shorter than me, but his frame is powerful. He exudes strength to the extent that I could barely glance at him sans blushing. Every time I dared to make eye-contact, I perceived as however I was close to being . The sensation of his palms running gently and seductively throughout my assets was almost mind-blowing. I could sense that he was stinkin' me, sampling every inch of my flesh.My dick was rock hard in seconds and tenting like ultra-kinky within the soft, ruffled gown. He stood behind me and continued to run his palms over my body, intimately sniffing me while thrusting his goods into my hip until I was desperate to smooch him.He unzipped the trusses on my gown and it instantly dropped to the floor, leaving me entirely naked. He revved me around to face him and eliminated his jacket. I found myself brave to reach out and fondle him, running my thumbs over his shirt, feeling the stiffness of his pecs underneath.Then, he tossed me down to my knees again. He eliminated his tie, unzipped his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. He slowly shoveled his trousers down and revealed his penis, which was a thing of XXL beauty. I knew my task was to deepthroat it, and I knew I dreamed to give him the hottest darn oral of his life. I took it real slow at first, repeatedly running my tongue up and down his shaft. I slid my tender moist lips toward his balls.He ordered me to lie on the padded bench, which revved out to be the size of a bed, and placed me so that I was on my back with my gams in the air. He squatted inbetween them and began to gobble me out, his greedy tongue dancing over my hole. He almost made me climax just with the dexterity of his mouth. My mind went blank; all thoughts were substituted by pleasure. All I could think was how desperate I was to sense his dick inwards me.He encouraged Master Weston to step forward and hold my feet. I perceived Master Snow slip the head of his monster manstick against my hole, then the sensation of him splitting me open as he pushed. My whole assets shook. The glance on his face was so casual, and yet it really perceived as however he was wilfully ripping me in half. It was excruciating and beautiful. Behind me, I could aroma Master Weston’s aftershave and sense the ever-speeding thump of his heartbeat. He, too, was aroused.Master Snow placed himself and then arched over to smooch me, still deep inwards my ass. The smooching perceived surprisingly intimate; a moment of deep connection and at-one-ness.He extracted and laid on his back on the bed, his chiseled assets sprawled out over the -red cloth. I squatted over him before lowering my assets down onto his dick. I rode, incapable to stop myself from draining as I ground up and down. He continued to tuck his rock rock hard dick into me with enhancing .I repositioned myself so that I could glance down at him—staring into those once cold blue eyes that were now hot with lust. He confined my midbody and fucked me. His nut sack made a repeated, hollow thud as they jammed against my cheeks.As I stared down at him, feeling that electrified joy, I knew I needed to cum. I couldn’t hold on. I spewed all over his unshaved chest. Despite this, he still thrusted into me. He went tighter and harder, arms packaged around me, gazing into my face, and then, just like that, he orgasmed. I don’t know how much went up there, but he, like a beast, just kept on pumping. As his thighs slowed, he smooched me again. For a split 2nd I wondered if I was in love—either with him, or with The Order, as a whole.