"Bestow upon us, O divine Sappho, your blessings," the High Priestess intoned. "Give us your love and passion that these, your servant priestesses and acolytes, might honor you with their actions this night."
The surrounding crowd of women all responded, "In Sappho's name we ask."
And then the High Priestess slowly raised her gown and beckoned to the honored acolyte of the evening, who stepped forward, sank to her knees and buried her face in the privates of the High Priestess. As she reacted to the stimulation, the High Priestess nodded to the others and each of the Priestesses chose an acolyte (or two), and they all began to enjoy the ritual passions and lusts of Sappho's Temple.
Far in a corner, hidden by a column and the darkness, Wes watched in awe. The High Priestess was his mother, Sharon, as he had always suspected! Her twice-weekly meetings had been a ruse for her activities as the leader of this cult of lesbians, worshipping the ancient Greek poet as a goddess, celebrating her love of other women with an orgy of lesbian sex.
Wes felt his cock swell as he watched each of the acolytes follow the first to his mother's body, each bringing her to a spectacular orgasm, only to be followed by another. Meanwhile, the other priestesses engaged the remaining acolytes in a variety of kissing, licking and sucking. Soon all the women were panting with their lust.
And so was Wes! He was compelled to rub his own crotch through his pants, finally losing control and crying and moaning in his own passion...until one of the priestesses heard the sound and silently crept up behind him. "What have we here?" she demanded, as she grasped Wes by the collar and hauled him out of his hiding place.
She dragged him into the light as all the worshippers reluctantly broke off their activities to watch as the shame-faced young man with a stained pants was exhibited before them.
"Wesley!" High Priestess Sharon exclaimed. "So, you find my secret rituals arousing, do you? Do you wish to join us in our worship of the divine Sappho?"Though Wes vigorously shook his head "no," the rising bulge in his come-stained crotch said otherwise. The mere suggestion of being a part of these activities had brought him to full erection again.
"No mere man can be a part of the worship of the divine Sappho," Sharon explained. "But we have been working on a way to further the ultimate aims of the Sapphic religion, creating a world in which all may partake of her special lusts and passions." She turned to one of the other priestesses. "Ursula, is the implant ready for testing?"
"All the preliminary work has been completed, High Priestess," the woman replied. "We have only been waiting for a suitable test subject."
"Do you find my son suitable?"
"Oh, yes, High One--it would appear he will make a beautiful addition to our Temple cohort."
Sharon looked again at the pathetic figure of her son. "Excellent, As High Priestess of Sappho--and as his legal guardian--I claim the right to initiate Wesley into the rites of our order. Give me the injector!"
She took the device Ursula handed her and approached her son, now cowering on the floor, "Mother, what do you mean by all this?" Wesley whimpered.
"I mean to make you the highest of my followers, my natural successor," Sharon answered, as she pressed the injector against the back of his neck, and Wes lost all consciousness.
Deep within its hidden recesses, Wesley's mind is flooded with new ideas, new thoughts, new commands:
You are Lori. You are the beautiful, worshipful, submissive daughter of Sharon, High Priestess of Sappho. Like all of Sappho's devotees, you are a lesbian, with a special attraction to the High Priestess herself. You will always dress so as to display your feminine charms to their best--especially your tits and your legs.
Any request, suggestion or demand from the High Priestess shall be a command to you. You delight in obeying her wishes; obedience brings you sexual arousal and fulfillment. All your sexual responses are feminine--a kiss arouses you, a touch to your nipples is near-orgasmic. Orally serving the High Priestess or any other woman brings you to orgasm timed to theirs.
The implant continued to feed his feminized mind, including a set of trigger words and phrases that would create specific responses.
"Awake, Lori, and serve Sappho." Sharon's words brought Lori to consciousness. She stood before a full-length mirror and saw herself: Her hair had been shaped and colored into a short blonde pageboy; her face had been expertly made up. She was pretty.
But below the neck--there she still seemed to be male and her face fell. Despite the femininity of the short white gown she wore, there was nothing girlish about her body. "We're not done yet, Lori," Sharon explained. "I wanted you to see what the implant could do. Watch the mirror." Lori turned back to her reflected image. "Legs: 35 inches; feet: 25-degree incline." Lori felt a strange sensation as her legs became longer and sexier, her heels raised off the floor, as she stood on her tiptoes. One of the acolytes came forward with a pair of white mules with five-inch heels and slid them onto her feet.
"You will never again be able to wear flats, Lori. You are destined to have the sexiest legs anyone has ever seen," Sharon said. "But, we're still not finished. Waist: 20 inches." Lori felt her insides squeezed as though she were wearing a corset, and her waist shrunk to the indicated size, making her hips seem round and womanly.
"One last touch," Sharon concluded. "Boobs: 36D; nipples: one-half inch." Lori gasped as her flat chest grew into a massive pair of jugs, the large nipples poking against the thin fabric of her gown."And now, it is time you learned your role as an acolyte of Sappho," Sharon commanded. "At this early stage of your training, you are to serve as a model of feminine desire, a sex object if you will, for your sisters in the Temple." She motioned the others to gather 'round. "You will pose for us in the sexiest manner you can imagine--display your tits, tease us with your long legs and fuck me shoes, purse your lips, play with your nipples." Sharon smiled as she watched these instructions sink into Lori's once-male psyche. "And while you do, we will bring ourselves to arousal. You will watch us and feel your own arousal grow.
"But as a first-level acolyte, you are not permitted release."
The Temple priestesses, acolytes and worshippers watched avidly as Lori began her series of poses. Soon their hands strayed to their own nipples and privates. They moaned and writhed in lust watching the beautiful young woman perform for their pleasure, denied any of her own. One-by-one they collapsed to the floor in orgasm; only Sharon maintained her composure, subtly staring into her once-son's eyes, even as she fingered herself to fulfillment. She smiled as Lori smiled back, knowing that--despite the lack of sexual release--Lori was completely enthralled by her lesbian enslavement to the Temple of Sappho.
More to come
No comments:
Post a Comment