Anointing – Legrand Wolf, Clayton Foster
Just before midnight, a valet presented me with an anointing cloak – which is actually nothing more than a long, thin sheet with a hole cut in the center. I quickly took off all my clothes and underwear and put the cape over me. With inner nervous apprehension, I found myself standing at the entrance to the Anointing Chamber. My exterior was calm, but my heart began to pound as I waited.
Grandmaster Legrand Wolf called my name, waved me in, and instructed me to stand before him. I was immediately fascinated.
The chamber was filled with a bright but warm white light. Grandmaster was sitting on a small white bench. He was immaculately dressed in white. His voice was more gentle and assured than authoritative; though he makes no mistake – the Grand Master’s instructions were solemn and serious. Immediate fulfillment of everything ordered of me was the tacit expectation.
The Grandmaster suddenly stood up from his seat. He asked me if I was ready for the ceremony. I immediately responded back in affirmation. But inside, a chill of doubt began to envelop my heart. I was? Was all this happening too fast?
All apprehension and doubt soon disappeared completely as the ritual progressed. Grandmaster applied a small amount of holy oil to my forehead. The brief touch of Legrand’s warm hands and fingers was enough for me to finally relax and allow his gentle, comforting aura to bathe me in the comforting energy I needed.
As the Grand Master moved to anoint my eyelids, I reopened them and saw, for the first time, how impressive and awe-inspiring the man before me was. He was even taller than I remembered and his powerful build dwarfed most men of his same age and position.
I found him at that moment to be one of the most handsome and attractive men I had ever seen. I wondered for a moment if the thoughts I was having were appropriate for the solemn occasion.
Then the Great Master anointed my lips and ears. The sensation of the wonderful, intimate touches in these sensitive places was unlike anything I could have predicted. I had never been treated this way before in my life. I was moved and excited at the same time – especially when Legrand anointed my neck, shoulders and back.
I couldn’t help but savor each comforting caress as the Grand Master proceeded to anoint my arms, chest and torso. My breathing began to become shaky as Legrand’s large, warm hand approached my crotch.
I gasped uncontrollably when his fingers apparently accidentally brushed my pubic hair. The ritual seemed so real, but I wondered for a moment if this was a dream. Only in my secret fantasies had I imagined what it would be like to be touched in this way. And by the Grand Master himself? That was something else.
When Legrand began to speak, I could feel his sweet, warm breath on my skin. His movements were methodical and precise, but when he massaged the sacred oils all over my body into the soft skin, it felt like he was also exploring and enjoying what he was doing.
