From the beginning I was told that my body did not belong to me. They said that if I wanted to join the Brotherhood, I would need to keep myself pure for at least six months – and then I would have to give myself entirely to them. They said I would need to remember my promise all the time.
Grand Master Bishop Angus called me today for my ordination. As I walked through the complex’s long, grandiose corridors, my heart began to pound. I instinctively knew that the promise I’d made all those months ago was about to come true.
The training so far has been messy and oblique, but it’s also been exciting and erotic beyond words. My body has been used by masked strangers, I have been humiliated, confused and abused, and yet I find myself slowly starting to learn the meaning of pleasure… and my purpose in life.
I’ve always had a crush on Grandmaster Angus. Whenever I see him, I blush! He exudes masculinity and power. I think he must know how he makes me feel because he’s been paying me a lot of attention lately. Many men have used me for their carnal pleasure in the last few months and it’s been mind-blowing in all the right ways, but Grandmaster Angus remains the only man I really feel connected to.
I was excited and relieved, therefore, when I learned that he was going to ordain me. I put on my best suit and tried to make the tie knot perfect with the “v” at the bottom hanging just past the top of the belt. I watched a tying tutorial on the internet delivered by a Brit so I thought it looked very elegant.
The ordination room was incredibly white – intimidating. It’s lined with drapes, made from incredibly expensive fabrics, and has a pure white rug that had me on edge because I’d recently shined my shoes and instantly started worrying that the black nail polish would somehow clean and stain it. I think all that whiteness is there to remind us of our vows of chastity.
