The Fall Of The Tribes

by Philip Read

  I won’t be made to answer to such an extent even for my own children because they are self aware beings with personalities and wills of their own. Yep I’ve fallen into the trap of being responsible in perpetuality the life of this grown woman if ever I’m brought before the Trinity and have to give account for what I did with her life as well as my own. It’s a trap, accepted slavery is a trap for the owner.

  We reach one of the bigger other buildings in the temple grounds and I write my details on a registration book at the reception lady who openly inspects me as though I were a stallion she was pleased to have witnessed race.

  “This is one of the buildings that houses the acolytes. You have received private rooms here, one will be your own private chambers to do with as you please. The other will be where you will meet clients and everyone else you are instructed to service and satisfy sexually or otherwise.

  “I understand you have been given this talk before but you are not a slave here, only a servant. You are not required to do anything you son not wish to do but please always be respectful and if you turn down a client you have been instructed to please do so respectfully and gently.”

  The building is beautifully decorated and built, like some king’s palace in some fable or story. There are vines that are entwined within the rail of the stairs we walk up. There are beautiful expensive looking vases and artworks on display. A fountain in the shape of a blindfolded man with peeing in people’s faces is on display in the foyer.

  Instead of it being an obscene sight it’s actually interesting in a strange way. We pass people in varied stages of undress that greet us politely and men and women that are clearly not acolytes flushed or pleased as they leave or interact with other.

  There is a lounging area where two women are being entertained with conversation and both are clearly aroused by the sights and the touching and maybe the wine. But there is no open sexual acts on the more public Ares even with mine not being the only naked body on display.

  A woman squeezes my ass as she walks passed, an act I saw coming but saw no reason to stop. The single act clearly makes her very happy and her aura is one of satisfaction and the conclusion of a fulfilled day. What is this Brothel really, I ask myself.

  There is a type of magic here that I didn’t experience in the trainee grounds nor even where we prayed to Erotica the goddess or Eros in her male form. Worship of her is not required though it is necessary at certain ranks of the priesthood. And people don’t always realise this but in the cults there is a distinct difference between prayer and worship, though prayer often times includes worship.

  I worship no one and nothing for I dont consciously consider any being that far above myself as to deserve that status. For to worship something is to forever make declare yourself subordinat to it. I do pray though and found no issue with praying to Erotica along with Sapientia who I occasionally talk to as well. Under who’s name I along with two of my children have been given the blessing of tongues.

  “These are to be your rooms.” Dive says as we walk into a set of rooms. There is foyer as we walk in that is tiled with dark light reflective tiles and the walls are carpeted in a way I’ve never before seen.

  There is a table with a vase and a mirror above it as we walk in before turning into a small intimate sitting area with couches and a table. There are two rooms and a toilet room, one room for my private use the other for whoever my clients will be if I so choose. Sive puts a lot of emphasis is put on choice and we discuss his role as a mentor and my role as an acolyte.

  Clothing for us is chosen and tailored for specific occasion and sometimes specific clients. We service who we are instructed to or those who request us if we have no objections. We continue to see the Miner Revealers on a twice every ten-days basis so as to keep a careful watch on our psyches.

  I will also be required to learn temple rituals and take part in them daily at this stage. My training will pickup and include actual she at the priestesses and priests if my sexual proclivities ever change. I may accept personal gifts from clients but all such gifts have to be declared at the temple. My diet will be strictly monitored and I can only supplement it with prescribed products or report anything unusual I might have consumed on my once ten-daily physical checkup.

  It goes on and on we open a bottle of wine a we also talk casually, getting to know each other better. He insists we do ‘whilst my ego is still asleep’ he terms it and I agree. But sometime after two hours I feel my focus slowly fading, I feel myself frowning now and again as I wonder why I’m still naked this way.

  Sive notices and directs me to my wardrobe where clothing has already been chosen for me based on the primary role I’ll be playing. That of myself, that of a warrior from an exotic culture that enjoys sex and loves women. I think I’m dressed well but the legging are an item of clothing I have never before worn. A least they are leather though, and stretchy.

  It’s time for me to be introduce me to somelf the people I will be sharing a building with.

  Chapter 116

  Sachihiro

  I’ve been away from home for almost two years already and its a constant weight at the back of my mind on a daily basis. My oldest is now 16 years old and if da and Uncle Brian have anything to say about it likely already blooded. My youngest is going on 4 years old and the fact that she is the one I’ve spent the least amount of time with weighs heavily upon me.

  It helps that I get to speak with a Reaveler every other day and am constantly aware of my feelings about these things. There is an ache in my chest that almost feels like longing when i think of my children and wonder whether or not they know that I love them.

  But talking about it doesn’t make it feel better or the pain go away. Talking about it and bringing it to the light just let’s me consciously experience it and not let it be something that influences my overall behaviour or damage my psyche. I feel very guilty for leaving and I feel even more so for enjoying the need to leave, to be needed in a cause that is greater than I currently am.

  In these ten-daily sessions my opinions and feelings about things I wasn’t even sure I had feelings about are revealed. There is this philosophy that emotions are experienced both with the mind and the body. Heartache, butterflies, sweaty palms, an erection, tears and many other physical tells that are experiences unto themselves but also physical tells of the emotions being experienced.

  And the theory is that if you have a disconnect between what you think you feel and what the body experiences, then the mind is misleading and the physical manifestation of the emotion is the real emotion. I have spoken at length about my mates first to the Chosen Revealer and then to my Minor Revealer Edward. These past few sessions specifically I have spoke about Shea and the fact that she is sometimes a man.

  I think I find it slightly repulsive or offensive that she is also a he half the time when I conotate it with me having sex with her. But the one time I saw him naked when I ambushed her for sex my erection didn’t even waver and to be honest he is almost as attractive as she is. Luckily I didn’t get to dwell on it because the sight of me hard and ready to give instantly made her transition and ready to receive.

  It’s fortunate we didn’t get to dwell on that at the time because I may have overreacted and done or said something that would have irreversibly damaged our relationship. There are two twin brothers from a monogamous background that love and share the same woman and sometimes visit the temple to give lessons to us acolytes. They say they can share the same woman without trouble only because they love each other more than they love her and that makes complete sense to me.

  The one time I shared a woman with another man it brought me closer to him that it ever could to her. Henrietta is practically a stranger, a very attractive and fun stranger but a stranger none the less. While Om I still got to see almost everyday after that experience and because we had shared her together somehow we understood each other more intimately.

  My mind is a convoluted labyrinth with many twis
ts and turns today as I ponder and assimilate all this; but basically there is a part of me that is curious about sharing my mates with the male Shea as much as I want to keep them to myself. Shea is mine, she may think she is an old powerful being in comparison to me but she is in reality mine now and forever more.

  But because I love her I will let her come to that conclusion when she is ready to because if I force it onto her she will bulk and be conflicted. Even as a male Shea is mine and if I give her something, I haven’t given that thing away because if it’s her’s it’s still mine. I’m still learning her male mind though and the more we are taught here the more I’m realising that she really does want me to dominate her male ego in some way for her to truly understand that she is mine as much as I am hers.

  I need to claim him somehow and we both know I can’t do the with martial strength, not unless I had a hundred years in which she remained stagnant. I don’t have more wealth, influence or power of a position that is superior to he’s. I’m not as well read or intelligent as she is and as she said to me those things will keep popping up eventually when we have disagreements.

  Not because I really do feel inferior to her as she worried she’d make me feel, but because Shea is a man. And as a man she cannot yield to what she deems a clearly inferior person. She just isn’t built that way, no man I know is built that way. We all growl at each other until a packing order is established.

  Me and her haven’t established a packing order because I haven’t put him in his place yet and that is a mistake I’m realising the more I learn and gain insight from this place.

  There is an exchange of power that happens during sex between a man and a woman and it has absolutely nothing to do with who is physically stronger or further in their Awakening. There is an exchange where one fucks the other and if you don’t pay attention to it you may miss it but it plays a lot in power dynamics and the respect exchanged in that relationship.

  An all powerful Queen of a great Queendom for instance may have full authority over all her subjects and the laws followed in her domain. But she may also have that one slave in her harem or Consort that devours her in the bedroom during sex. Though she might rule over him outside the bedroom she will never consider him truly beneath her in the role he plays in their relationship.

  That is what Shea and I need to psychologically negotiate, and I don’t see myself losing. Then and only then can I safely let him have his way with my mates at his and their discretion.

  I also learn about being a dominant, treating a submissive or slave and how to go about properly giving them the attention and care necessary to keep everyone healthy. Its a lot, exhaustingly so, and if you watch closely you can tell that a submissive has so much more power and influence than is evidently apparent to an outsider.

  A slave has less power than a submissive but also more than I had ever realised. I learn to understand some of the psycho’anology behind Mira’s need for sex and being put on display even though it embarrasses her. I discover to my confusion that it arouses me to practice some of these acts with my assigned sub Gwen.

  Gwen is given to me throughout the first two months as an acolyte, for me to train my dominant part on while she learns about being a submissive. The first six days I just fucked her none stop every time our schedules allowed for us to be together. I couldn’t help myself I had been denied for so long. We had so much sex that she had to be taken to the apothecary for supplements so she could better keep up with me an Awakened to her mundane.

  Then I started to play and experiment as I got used to her and the great hunger within me started to burn less and less. I was respectful of course, I have daughters of my own and women I love. I treated her well and with dignity, but I played with her as had been demonstrated in lessons.

  It’s more accurate to say we played with each other though as I kept her in submissive positions. Made her serve my needs, have sex exactly as I wanted or simply orally please me and be grateful for the privilege of getting to suck my cock. I became a bit giddy with the power as there is nothing like a genuine, ‘thank you Master’ from her after she has swallowed my load.

  The most fun part being that she actually is thankful, she actually is enjoying all these demeaning things I learn and do to her. Keep her kneeling at my feet, feed her from my hand, display her naked form to the other acolytes to peruse and openly praise me for how beautiful she is.

  I discovered Gwen isn’t even an acolyte herself exactly. Just a young woman that has ‘sacrificed’ herself to the temple and dedicated her life to the goddess Erotica. The realisation that she is 20 years old one day, only a year older that Cicilia currently is decides that long debate I’ve been having with myself of whether or not I should take her as a mate.

  I grow attached to Gwen though to the extent that I start to dred the day she is taken away from me as I know she will be. I teach her to love anal sex, a carnal act I haven’t taken part in since the single time in the Hidden Valleys with Mira.

  I insert within her anus a small cock shaped flexible charm I purchase specifically to both stretch her open improving elasticity of her sphincter and for the pleasure of knowing she has it within her all day. She loves it very much, but doesn’t actually say so. Her excitement whenever I insert it or remove it evident by how wet she becomes though.

  I purchase ten more and keep them in my storage ring for when I go home. Why so many I don’t know, but the improving sphincter flexibility blessing on the objects making them more ideal that even my size reducing cock for opening up women that have never before had anal sex.

  There even lessons on how to force your will on a woman you can feel needs it in a healthy manner. In a sort of heathy manner. I also have sex with some of my lecturers as they demonstrate lessons and literally teach us to have sex. It’s amazing, having sex with a Priestess is always amazing and I don’t even mind that we sometimes have an audience that is analysing everything we do.

  Others also get their turns at times and I’m the one watching. Though it’s arousing to watch people have sex, in this environment there is something also very clinical about watching Priestess Orval have sex with another acolyte.

  I meet with people that Sive organises for me to meet as well. People that donate to the temple for the privilege of sampling the acolytes before they become more independent priests and priestesses. The meetings are always pleasant and some even surprisingly enjoyable but they are all sort of interviews. Interviews in which I decide and the client decides whether or not they want to have sex with me.

  I meet Bahar, a wealthy heiress of a merchant empire part of a syndicate that Tiba trades with from Persia. She has been in Tiba for two years, basically as long as I have and she gets bored and comes to the temple to peruse the acolytes were it’s safe to fornicate without fear of theft, robbery, blackmail or any other neferous action.

  Her father protects the merchant empire his father built by being an astout political animal. Her older brother runs things from Persia while she has to travel here to where they have holdings of sorts to ensure the business runs smoothly. She is prideful and has no patience for fools, even a year ago I would have labeled her as spoilt.

  But we instantly click and get along on our first meeting. Our second meeting is really for her to decide whether or not she really had a stimulating conversation with someone who is clearly only a warrior. Warriors she is surrounded by all the time as guards and she has never found them to be stimulating before.

  “Where are you currently on your path to being a priest?” She asks casually leaning forward and putting her chin in her cupped hands.

  “I’m currently focusing on the interlersonal relationships between lovers specifically the benefits that can be garnered by both submissives and dominants in a dom sub relationship.” I say watching her, she is really cute, too cute to have such a stern face so often. And her breasts are large and bouncy, reminding me of Ingwe and home.

  She snorts, “I don’t understand how anyone
would submit themselves to another person sexually or otherwise that way.”

  “You wouldn’t understand it until you tried it and realised whether or not it worked for you. It’s an interesting field to pursue though, but its only a small part of what I’m currently learning.” I sip my wine leaning back and looking at her.

  It’s important that she doesn’t feel like she has bought time with me and thus owns me. She needs to pursue me even if she isn’t consciously aware she is pursuing me and thus I gain more value in her eyes. She is a product of her upbringing, not spoilt at all. And she is a little lonely, most of the peers that are in her field are men and almost all of them too unscrupulous to be considered worthy mates.

  Her family is distant since the assassination of her younger brother when she herself was a child. Most of her lovers if not all have been bought and paid for, I kind of feel sorry for her. All she has is wealth really, what a poor life to lead.

  “I do understand it from the point of the dominant, who doesn’t want to feel the exhilaration of being powerful and above another?”

  “It isn’t about that at all. How about I teach you what it’s really about, you become submissive to me for an hour and we will see how you feel about it after.”

  Bahar laughs at me as though I were being silly but I know her weakness, trade. I place the mortar and pestle alchemy set I got from a fae storage ring on the table between us and she pauses to look at it. She is a merchant and as such her appraisal skill should be advanced to the extent that she knows the value of that thing.

  “Where did you get this?” She asks, the merchant coming out.

  “Spoilts of war.” Is all I say and we look at each other.