Anointing – Legrand Wolf, Clayton Foster
Shortly before midnight, a valet presented me with a robe of anointing – which is really nothing more than a long, thin sheet with a hole cut in the center. I quickly took off all my clothes and underwear and pulled the cape over me. With inner nervous apprehension, I found myself standing at the entrance to the Chamber of Anointing. My exterior was calm, but my heart started 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. Grand Master 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 all that I was commanded was the unspoken expectation.
The Grandmaster suddenly rose from his seat. He asked me if I was ready for the ceremony. I immediately responded back in affirmation. But inside, a shiver of doubt began to envelop my heart. I was? Was this all happening too fast?
All apprehension and doubt soon completely disappeared 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 surpassed most men of his age and rank.
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 wonderful, intimate touches in those sensitive places was unlike anything I could have anticipated. I had never been treated this way before in my life. I was thrilled 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 started to hitch as Legrand’s big, warm hand approached my groin.
I swallowed uncontrollably when his fingers apparently accidentally grazed my pubic hair. The ritual felt 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 this way. And by the Grandmaster himself? That was something else.
When Legrand began to speak, I could feel his warm, sweet breath on my skin. His movements were methodical and precise, but when he massaged the sacred oils all over my body into soft skin, it felt like he, too, was exploring and enjoying what he was doing.
