Shortly before midnight, a chamber servant presented me with an anointing cloak – which is really nothing more than a long, thin sheet with a hole cut out in the center. I quickly removed all of my clothes and underwear and placed the cloak over me. With inner nervous trepidation, I found myself standing at the entrance of the Anointing Chamber. My exterior was calm, but my heart began to pound as I waited.
Grandmaster Legrand Wolf called my name, beckoned me to enter and instructed me to stand before him. I was immediately riveted.
The chamber was filled with a bright, yet warm white light. The Grandmaster was seated on a small, white bench. He was immaculately dressed in all white. His voice was more gentle and assuring than authoritative; although make no mistake – the Grandmaster’s directions were solemn and serious. Immediate compliance to whatever was commanded of me was the unspoken expectation.
The Grandmaster suddenly rose from his seat. He asked me if I was ready for the ceremony. I immediately answered back in affirmation. But on the inside, a chill of doubt began to wrap itself around my heart. Was I? Was all of this happening too fast?
All of the trepidation and doubt soon vanished entirely as the ritual progressed. The Grandmaster applied a small amount of holy oil on my forehead. The brief touch of Legrand’s warm hands and fingers was all it took for me to finally relax and allow his gentle, reassuring aura to bathe me in the comforting energy that I needed.
When the Grandmaster moved to anoint my eyelids, I reopened them and saw for, really the first time, just how awesome and inspirational the man before me was. He was even taller than I remembered and his mighty build dwarfed most men of his same age and station.
I found him in that moment to be one of the most beautiful and attractive men I’d ever laid eyes on. I wondered for a moment, if those thoughts I was having were proper for the solemn occasion.
Then the Grandmaster anointed my lips and ears. The feelings of the wonderful, intimate touches in these sensitive places was like nothing I could have anticipated. I had never been handled in quite this way before in my life. I was simultaneously moved and excited- particularly when Legrand anointed my neck, shoulders, and backside.
I couldn’t help but savor every soothing caress when the Grandmaster proceeded to anoint my arms, chest, and torso. My breathing began to get shaky when Legrand’s large, warm hand moved closer to my loins.
I gasped uncontrollably when his fingers seemingly accidentally brushed against my pubic hair. The ritual felt so real, but I wondered for an instant if this was a dream. Only in my secret fantasies had I imagined what it would feel like to be touched in this way. And by the Grandmaster himself? That was something else.
As Legrand began to speak, I could feel his sweet, warm breath on my skin. His movements were methodical and precise, and yet when he massaged the holy oils all over my body into the smooth skin, it seemed to me like he was also exploring and enjoying what he was doing.
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