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Similar to a Maiden

Martin encounters Gaia, who readies him for his sexual debut.

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May 13, 2024
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Similar to a Maiden

On a Saturday in June 8, 1974, just a few minutes after our guests left, there was another knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat, hoping it would be Felicity finally showing up. But it wasn't, and I couldn't help but feel grateful because who was there was stunning! About 35 years old, petite and slender, with long, straight caramel hair and some hints of Native-American heritage in her cheekbones. She had a "girl next door" kind of pretty face, but her beauty went beyond just her looks. She just had this aura of sensuality surrounding her.

She was dressed in a white silk kimono that was barely covering her proud and pointed breasts. The kimono was hemmed high in the back, giving a small glimpse of her buttocks. And of course, her legs were fully visible down to her sandals.

As she entered the room, a tangible energy filled the space. My testicles started to tingle with excitement. According to my mom, she felt it in her nipples - like an uncontrollable urge to breastfeed our newly arrived guest.

"Hello, Martin," she saluted me. "I'm Gaia. I'm here to prepare you for your ceremony tonight."

"Nice to meet you, Gaia. This is my mom, Caroline."

"Hi, Caroline. Lovely to see you again."

My mom greeted and kissed her. "The pleasure is all mine, I promise."

"I'm starting to believe you two must know each other," I remarked.

"We've met, yes," Mom answered. "At a similar event, it was about four months ago, wasn't it?"

"More like five."

"Of course. So, Martin, let me clarify. Gaia is not one of Felicity's women or her staff. But we do work together very often. I'm a Prioress at the Shrine of Embodied Ecstasy. I'm here to help you with your initiation tonight."

"Oh, so that's what Felicity is doing. Deflowering me?"

"Not exactly. Felicity will perform the physical act, you know, when your penis enters her vagina. But I'm the one conducting the ritual. The sexual moment serves as the focal point of a spiritual ceremony, and that's where I come in."

"Ahh, I see.... I think. I'm curious about something. Any idea when I might actually see her?"

"Let's say it's going to be quite similar to a wedding. The groom doesn't lay eyes on the bride until she makes her grand entrance. The same applies to you."

"Got it. So, the ceremony starts at nine. What's the plan?"

"First, we need to get you shaved."

"I've already done that...c'mon."

She smiled at me. "Well, more than just shaving. Could you please lie face up on the massage table, sweetie?"

A woman as attractive as her? I'm always ready to comply with her commands, especially if it means putting myself on display, staring at the massage table with my penis on display.

She reached for some creamy substance, which felt cold as she applied it to my pubic hair. She carefully shaved my pubic hair all around my cock and balls. Then, she asked me to flip over so she could reach where the hair was growing in my butt crack. She applied a depilatory cream after that, making sure my entire genital area was as smooth as silk.

"Do you like it, Martin?" Mom asked.

"Oh god, yes! It feels so sexy."

Mom ran her hand over my now hairless region. "It sure does," my mom agreed.

"There's still more to do, though," Gaia said. "Felicity wants you bald - not your head, of course. We'll let that grow. Everywhere else, though."

Within a few minutes, every trace of my body hair was gone. My chest hair wasn't excessive, my arms and legs didn't have much either. I was happy to find out I would still have my eyebrows.

"For the final step, a cleansing wash and then... the crucial moment to ready your body." She turned up the nearby showerhead and showered me with warm, relaxing water, then thoroughly dried me with soft towels.

Gaia looked at me lovingly with a soft voice. "The massage I'm about to give you will be nothing like you've ever experienced before. The orgasm I'll be inducing will be your last before your presentation with Felicity tonight, surrounded by friends, family, admirers, and people curious about you."

"Wow. How many people are we talking about?"

"Oh, a hundred or so, maybe more."

"A hundred? Oh my god, that's great!"

"Yes, and you're eager to be seen and shown off. That moment will be here soon enough. But for now, I need you to quiet your thoughts, any anticipation about tonight. Just be here and now, in the present with me and experiencing everything I do to your body. Just feel. Just accept. Is that possible for you, Martin?"

"I'll try. I'll do it, yes."

"Good. Let's start." She untied her kimono and shrugged it off. She was now wearing only a small thong and sandals. Her large breasts thrust outwards like pyramids. I stared up at them longingly.

"Yes, you can touch me. Consider my body as yours to explore. But I want you to lie on your stomach to begin."

I did as instructed, and she began to work in silence for several minutes. Then she softly questioned me: "Have you heard of sexual energy, Martin?"

"Not much. Is it the same as what people call Sexual Magnetism?"

"Yes, it's one popular term for it, though I find it a bit misleading as it implies mostly a force of attraction. It is that-but so much more: Eastern customs refer to it as Ch'i, or Prana, the vital life force. You now realize that this life force is essentially erotic-sexual."

"I see."

"I'll be opening your seven energy centers, referred to as chakras. Have you heard anything about these before?"

"No, nothing."

"Here, this is the pathway to the first and most fundamental of your chakras. All sexual energy in your body starts here. Might that surprise you? That's why anal penetration is so essential. Remember that. So, I'll open your first chakra now."

Gently she inserted her right index finger into my anus, deep inside. I gasped as I experienced a sudden jolt of pleasure.

"That's your prostate gland, Martin. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes... oh, yes...." I answered her question while implying she should keep finger-fucking me. She slid in her middle finger alongside the index. Heaven!

At some point, I entered a blissful state. Aware, but with a tightly focused consciousness. I concurred that I followed her instructions when she requested a change in position.

I writhed in ecstasy as she next attended to my penis and testicles--bringing me close to climax but not allowing me to ejaculate yet. "That's the second chakra, linked to your reproductive organs," she mumbled. She rose to rub my abdomen and opened the third; then my chest, breasts, and nipples, to open the fourth: my heart chakra.

Next, she focused on my neck and face and particularly my lips. "Here is number six--this is known as the third eye, the window of your soul."

Finally, she spent time kneading my scalp. "Your crown, this is the chakra that connects to the infinite."

"Now, we've opened all your chakras. What do you feel?"

"It's hard to express. The word 'alive' might describe it best."

"And turned on?"

"Holy shit, yes! It's fantastic."

"Now, we'll check your specific erotic energy field. This is my special skill, Martin. Felicity and her research team, particularly Joann --you'll meet her--have developed techniques to measure and quantify it. But I am energy-sensitive; what I perceive are the tastes, the colors, your unique sexual nuances. Now that your seven chakras are free-flowing, it's simple for me to read your erotic patterns. Let me demonstrate."

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She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as she began gently massaging my genitals, first my testicles and then up my shaft, gradually increasing pressure till she reached the tip. She continued this process with her left hand, while she fingered my anus with the right. For a while, her fingers danced over my pleasure zones - this brought me close to the edge.

I could see concentration written all over Gaia's face. After a while, her eyes glanced open, revealing a smile. "It seems... oh, yes. Clear signs of submission. Are you someone who likes to follow orders, Martin?"

"Yes, definitely. For someone I desire..."

"Desire a woman? Does wanting to sleep with her make you a putty in her hands? Let her command you?"

"Absolutely. I'm completely under her control when I want her." I looked into her eyes.

"Do you desire me?" she asked.

"Yes, undoubtedly. And I'm yours to command."

She closed her eyes again, this time in contemplation. "Yes, there it is. The intense desire to show yourself - your need to be naked - it's more than an innocent pleasure, Martin. It's about unleashing your full potential. For people like us becoming nude, exposing ourselves, isn't just about gratifying the senses. It's about opening up and revelling in freedom. Is that something you agree with?"

"I certainly feel relieved while being naked."

"And this is not the only urge I'm detecting. I sense another strong drive deep inside you. Yes, it's there. The need to feel feminine, Martin. Do you desire that?"

I fortunately mustered the courage to admit it. "Yes, I do. I want to feel feminine."

Gaia glanced at my mother and both smiled.

She massaged my cock and balls. "This incredibly masculine cock of yours is not just a symbol of strength. At its core, it carries with it an undercurrent of femininity. It could rule if you wanted it to. You already know this about yourself, don't you?"

"It sure does make sense."

"Guiltlessly trying on your mom's panties, her bras, isn't it? And may I add, lipstick? Is that not correct?"

I stole a glance at mom, looking a little sheepish. "Yup."

"Don't feel ashamed, love. I enjoyed those moments too."

"Mom... about the makeup?"

"I think you look stunning in makeup. It truly suits you."

Just then, I felt a rumble. I was close to climaxing.

"Perfect timing. Releasing your orgasm now. You like me being in control of your climax, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

A wave of vibrancy washed over me, from my head to the tips of my toes. Ecstatic pulses tore through my ass, my balls, my cock - but also my arms and legs and toes. This was not a regular climax I was experiencing, rather, my whole body orgasmed. I shot out cum, which landed on my chin, my neck, my chest.

When consciousness returned, I found Gaia looking down on me and holding my genitals. My mother was looking at me with a smile.

"Let's wait for you to regain your senses. We just need a few finishing touches, as advised by Felicity."

So, this is what the finishing touches entailed, as per Felicity's suggestion. First, Gaia gave me a finger-massage and a toe-manicure. Next, she presented a bottle of nail polish from my own collection. The color was opalescent rose - she started painting my fingernails and then my toenails.

She guided me towards the vanity seat.

"Check this out, Martin. You seem to have all your cosmetic products stored here. But these were never intended for your Mom. They've always been yours. I'm going to teach you how to apply them."

She dabbed foundation then put blush, then dusted on eye-shadow and lined my eyes with kohl, finally applying mascara to my eyelashes. In the mirror, I couldn't believe the sight - I was mouthing 'is this real'?

Then she opened the drawer to reveal a plethora of vivid lipstick tubes. She selected coral rose and proceeded to demonstrate how to apply it to my lips, stating, "We'll take it along with us. There'll be plenty of kissing." She used the stick to paint a matching color onto my nipples.

"One final touch," she noted, as she commenced with body makeup, which left my skin glistening with an oil-like finish and a golden sheen, as well as shimmering sparkles.

"Please stand," she commanded. "Take a glimpse at yourself in the full-length mirror."

Goodness gracious, I was enraptured! I could barely resist the temptation to fall in love with myself. I felt so radiantly feminine! The feeling of grandeur was nearing overbearing. Feminine, indeed, yet wholly and unquestionably heterosexual.

"Slip these on," she instructed, referring to the transparent, open-toed heels. I thought, "I'm Cinderella, and these are my glass slippers." My lessons were completed rather swiftly, and I was soon pacing in them with confidence.

"Almost time," remarked Gaia. "Mother, do you have the ribbon?"

A long, satiny, deep pink ribbon was retrieved, and it was tied into a bow around the root of my penis and testicles. The two ends dangled between my thighs, extending beyond my knees. On each end hung a silver charm--one symbolizing Venus, the other symbolizing Mars.

Gaia voiced her declaration that I was prepared to debut before my awaiting audience, and it was high time to unveil myself. I eagerly anticipated being exposed to the room full of spectators.

My mother had completed her own transformation, adorning her voluptuous body with a mauve gown boasting a decolleté that plunged. "Would you please fasten my necklace, dear?" she requested with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Mom, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

She retorted, "I hope so, darling."

Gaia wrapped herself back into her kimono. "I must head downstairs now to change. Caroline, you're initially in charge," she notified me before retiring. However, she bestowed upon me a final set of instructions should I join her.

The women left the room, and my mother returned with a small, flat container and a wide smile.

"This is going to be a blast," she predicted as she drew back the lid to display a gold collar--akin to a dog collar, yet broad and lined with luxurious fur. Affixed within the collar was a leash of matching material. She wrapped the collar around my neck and fastened it securely before connecting the leash.

"Tonight's function will entail two ceremonies," she revealed. "Not solely your deflowering, but also the collaring ceremony. Does the term 'collaring' familiarize you?"

"No, I'm unaware."

"This collar symbolizes that Felicity will legally own you. It signifies that she can offer your body to any individual for a moment in time. That's the essence of the pastime. Do you apprehend?"

"I think so, yes. The concept is quite stimulating, just as it's somehow unnerving."

"Yes, that's part of the thrill. You cede control over your body to any individual, albeit briefly."

She chuckled, "Just so."

At last, Mom and I left the room. We descended the back stairs and journeyed through the corridors until we reached the back door of the ballroom. The hum of voices and piano music inside provided further reinforcement.

My heart leapt. I inhaled deeply and fixed my gaze upon my mother.

"Ready?" she inquired.

"I've been waiting & ready my entire life!"

"I am certain of it. I was present when you were first inserted into a pussy, remember?"

"The following pussy will belong to Felicity."

"And several more to follow. Commencing tonight."

She touched the bell ribbon to the right of the door. It was 9:03 pm.

The door creaked open and an influx of captivated faces stole our attention. Voices collectively reacted with "Oohs," "Ahas," gasps, muted exclamations of surprise, astonishment, and satisfaction. I gathered each was caught off guard by both my bare, feminized appearance and the sight of me on a leash.

I felt an electric charge emanate from my groin--balls, cock, prostate--spreading throughout the room with my luscious erotic energy. Was this the erotic power about which Gaia had informed me?

As we advanced into the ballroom, the audience hushed only to hear the piano resume playing "A Whiter Shade of Pale" for my grand entrance.

The space was a maelstrom of feelings, of impressions. Visage on visage. Some I reckoned I recognized - even though at first I was too addled for particular identities. Certain faces I was certain were strangers to me. Others, I couldn't discern.

The men were adorned in tuxedos or elaborate suits. The women attired in evening attire, many sans straps akin to my parent's gown. None were nude except me.

A fact I hadn't grasped: of "family and associates", how numerous kin would be present. My god, Aunt Ginny! I had cherished fleeting glimpses of her cleavage over the years, but this beryl-hued dress was breath-taking to behold. There was my cousin Connie, a decade senior, looking more alluring than I'd witnessed before. Then, what the devil? Not one, but both of my grandmothers.

Grandmother Chandler, Mom's mother seemed resplendently impressive at seventy-two. By golly, what a rack! Particularly in that fit attire. As for Grandmother Covington, she seemed every year of her seventy-eight age, although she still held her own in a scarlet garment with incisions up both sides. I'm ashamed to admit where my train of thought went... Mom scolded, "Incest is unusual, not the standard."

In the crush of people, another familiar visage arose. It was Gaia, yet she had changed into her priestess apparel of gauze-like, virtually transparent silk. She was not naked, yet her entire luscious body was visible through the vampy fabric. Additionally, she was embellished with gold and jewels, around her head, her neck, each wrist and ankle, and interwoven across her person.

"Do you sense it, Martin? The intensity? The vitality?"

"Indisputably. It's a captivating experience. I crave to learn more regarding this energy."

"I have to expose you to Jo."

Gaia guided Mom and me through the crowd of bodies to a tandem standing towards the back left corner.

She embraced them both concurrently and bestowed a kiss on each. "May I present you with my esteemed guests, Martin? I'm privy to introduce you, John and Joanne Lear. Jo, Martin demonstrates passionate interest in electricelectric energy."

Joann clasped my hand - actually, she cradled it. She was an attractive blonde, roughly fifty, in an exquisite two-piece ensemble, incorporating a low-cut backless robe and a low-slung skirt, displaying dazzling cleavage.

"We've been overbrimming with antici -," expeditiously interjected Joann, "eagerness to countenance your arrival."

"My god, that's an admirable phallus! Isn't it, John?"

"It's a marvel. May I may examine?" His endorsement was apparent, and he meticulously assessed my member. I couldn't aid suppressing a moan. It felt rousing - even if it was a male who was appraising me!

"Jo, Martin is an inquisitive explorer," Joann shared.

"Served," shed Mom, offering the portion of the chain.

"Thank you, Caroline. However, why don't you convey it to John?"

Mom obliged, thus Behold, I belonged to the fellow inspecting my sex. He had very little to convey, yet he seemed to find amusement in me.

Joann apprised me, "So, Martin, I oversee investigation at the Cole Foundation. Hence, naturally, I'm well-informed regarding electroelectric energy."

"Electroelectric? That's a fresh concept for me."

"Indeed, that's the technical denomination for it. It's a paramount objective of the foundation's enquiry - in addition to procedures to utilize it."

"Explain, Joanne," I inquired.

"Jo, I shall demonstrate your particular electroelectric energy field."

"Perish the thought," I said.

She chortled. "Yes, I acknowledge your statistics. Climaxingly high, yet I'm referring to scrutinizing your unique electroelectric energy field."

"I can achieve that?"

"She can." added John, who continued to inspect me.

"Listen, Martin," Joanne said, retrieving my member and testicles from John's hands herself. "Let's associate sexually at a later date, will we? Tonight or tomorrow. I'll be acquirable."

On the verge of giving assent, I heard a voice behind me.

"Mom, Dad, are you purposefully keeping him for yourselves?"

I pivoted and my jaw gaped. In a dwelling filled with alluring females, this one stood out from the cluster. The resemblance to her mother was apparent. She possessed long, blonde locks, icy blue eyes, and freckles to match her relative.

"Martin," marveled Jo. "I desire you to encounter our offspring, Jeri. You two are of the same age."

"Vicinity twenty," Jeri clarified. "Will you allow me to intercede?" she inquired,accepting my leash from John.

"Permit a stroll," she enunciated, seizing my index finger. "You're striking. I comprehend you enjoy more mature ladies."

"At eighteen, most women are cognitively more mature."

"That's veracious," she replied, chuckling.

"Nowadays, I don't sleep with many eighteen-year-olds."

"Later on, I'll be getting intimate with your mom."

"I know about it."

"She just came right out and asked me."

"Doesn't it have to be more complex than that?"

"So... would you like to have sex with me as well? I'll be available."

"Your tool is really impressive - although I've seen bigger."

"I'd be more than pleased to sleep with you, it's just that I've made arrangements tonight. I have to leave right after your first time experiencing sex."

"You have a date planned?"

"Yes, you can call it that. I'm a freelancer. I work with your mom; I fly with Eastern."

"Your mother works for Brandick, not Eastern."

"I mean I'm part of the service. Look, here's my card. Oh, but you don't have a place to put it."

On this card, it said: "Loving Layovers."

"I'm not entirely sure I grasp the concept."

"It's simple. Everyone wants to sleep with a flight attendant, right? Flight attendants like to have sex and many choices of partners. Combine that with the airline's reservation system, flight schedules, destination options, crew lists, payments, extra amenities, and hotel reservations."

"You mean you utilize the airline's reservation system to run an escort service? That's fantastic."

"It certainly is; Caroline is a genius."

"Wait, did you say my mother came up with this?"

"Yes, she did. Loving Layovers is her company. She has access to the system, plenty of time, and she can easily run it while not busy having sex with Lawrence."

"Goodness, the things I'm discovering today!"

"As for me, I'm strongly occupied. I'm much sought after."

"That's quite understandable."

"I'm about to transfer you to someone else. I can't keep you all for myself tonight."

Jeri then slipped me over to Bill and Rhonda Graham, parents of one of my friends. They were middle-aged and not extremely attractive, but neither was unattractive. They complimented me, of course, especially my penis. And they invited me to sleep with them: Bill wanted to watch Rhonda receive oral sex from me. I agreed.

Meanwhile, I was passed from one couple to the other, each owning me for approximately five minutes. Everyone wanted to sleep with me, and I had to choose carefully. For the males, it was straightforward to politely decline: I wasn't bisexual. But when it came to ladies, it was more difficult; I never actually said no, but I didn't commit either.

My next encounter was with Mrs. Searle, the mother of one of my best friends. She had a pleasing complexion, but was on the curvy side - a BBW. She appeared to have strong desires toward me - and her hands as well. She even had some questions for me: "Martin, over the years during those stayovers at our place..."

"Many, many times."

"Have you and Gary... ever dabbled in something sexual?"

"What?"

"Did you two occasionally suck each other's cocks? Maybe touch each other's dicks and hump? Or even kiss?"

"Absolutely not, ma'am. I'm telling the truth."

"Ah... well, what about the girls?"

"Well, Becky and I kissed once and touched each other's breasts. Her bosom wasn't as large as it is today. I need to ask her out."

"You should."

"Liz is still too young, but she's clearly maturing into a beauty."

Pondering, she looked at me for a moment before speaking again. "Now, when the house was quiet at night... did you ever wish to sneak into my room and get into bed with me?"

How to respond to a question like that? Delicately. "I potentially would have been too scared, Mrs. Searle. The question is, however, a massive turn-on. But, to be honest, the more I ponder it, the more I like it."

I'm about to stumble upon a scenario I could have never seen coming: I'm now face to face with Dr. and Mrs. Raleigh – Sylvia's parents. This is freaking me out a bit, yet it's also thrilling; never would I have expected to encounter them in this manner.

Anne has never looked more exquisite; no surprise there. Her gaze lingered on my erect penis, and she couldn't help but smile. Sure, she's Sylvia's mother, but it's undeniable that I'm consumed with lust for her. My arousal at that moment is solely for her. And as she gripped my leash, I was completely under her control, temporarily.

"Love that lipstick on you," she remarked.

My face flushed red with embarrassment at her compliment. I couldn't decipher my emotions in that moment, but one thing I felt was extreme self-consciousness, even humiliation. But there was also immense gratification from displaying my naked body to Anne Raleigh and pleasure from observing her reacting to me with crippling desire.

"Thanks, Mrs. Raleigh," I said, "and how are you doing, Dr. Raleigh?"

"Thoroughly delighted," he answered, "by the way, I love your circumcision, Martin. That's Duke's doing, if you caught his drift. He's admiring his own work."

Anne gently wrapped her fingers around the head of my penis, explaining the situation: "Duke's the one who did your circumcision, in case you didn't catch that. He's appreciating his own handiwork."

"Not just that. I genuinely adore your penis. I've seen a ton of them in my practice; let me tell you, yours is breathtaking. If I were naked, like you, you'd witness how captivated I am just by looking at it."

Another unimagined circumstance: Sylvia's father expressing his lust for my big, hard penis. I was baffled on how to react to male attention, but I knew it aroused me when they were turned on by me.

"A pity Sylvia isn't here to witness," he said.

I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions: relief and disappointment. Part of me had desired…

"So, she's not…" I trailed off.

"No, and she's also unaware of this occasion. Felicity thought it best not to involve her yet."

"You're right."

"You'll have no problem impressing Sylvia in bed," Anne said, rubbing my hairless testicles in her palm. "And I know she'd want you as her first partner, given the excellent experience she's getting in preparation. She's teaching you everything."

"I get it."

"In a few minutes, you'll be having sex for the first time. With Felicity Cole. She's going to instruct you on all things sexual. You're going to gain unbelievable insight. There's a lot to learn, and you might not get much sleep this weekend."

It was my time to take action. "Would that include your pussy, Mrs. Raleigh?"

She simply gave me a secretive grin I couldn't quite decipher. She licked her lips, then tilted her head back to ogle my exposed length in her warm grasp.

"Here's something, Martin," she started saying.

But what she was about to say remained a mystery because, at that instant, a familiar female voice sounded from behind me.

"Anne, Duke, how in the world have you been, my dear?"

Mrs. Raleigh turned around. "Oh, it's such a pleasure to see you again! We're doing just fine. How about you?"

"Amazing as ever, and I couldn't be happier to deflower young couples," Gaia replied. "So, what about Sylvia?"

"Well, insatiable," Anne responded. "She's never been happier."

"That, and busier, commented Dr. Raleigh with chuckle.

My jaw hung open. I hadn't considered: this could only mean one thing. Sylvia had experienced a deflowering ceremony as well! She's older than me by four months, and Gaia caught up with Mom five months back. That would've been around Sylvia's eighteenth birthday. That was it!

"Martin, you need to meet someone else," Gaia suggested, "and we have only a few more minutes until Felicity arrives."

"Of course," Annes added. "And if you've never seen her before, perhaps you know her as Beverly. She's been coaching Sylvia on piano for years."

As we walked towards the corner where the redheaded woman had been playing the piano, wearing a plunging neckline dress that showcased her astounding cleavage of gargantuan breasts. She smiled at us as we approached, yet kept playing. This woman is magnificent: a gorgeous model face with perfect cheekbones, awesome lips, and I'm convinced I've seen her before. She greeted us before resuming her tune.

"Meet the illustrious Martin here," she announced. "Such a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Seems you're quite eager to see me too."

My dick was rock solid, of course, as she was way beyond stunning—while also arousing Anne and Gaia's desires.

"Allow me to present Beverly Dumond, Sylvia's piano instructor," Ms. Raleigh said.

"Glad to meet you," I said, secretly hoping she'd be available for more than just teaching.

"You've likely heard of her," said Gaia. "She's a world-renowned concert pianist."

"Oh, sure. Absolutely," I responded.

"Although that was a while ago, when I was a child. She's retired from the spotlight these days."

"Now she teaches piano...?"

"Not really. Sylvia is her only student," Beverly replied, making eye contact with me.

"We've known Beverly a long time. When Sylvia began to express interest in the piano, we thought of her for instruction," said Ms. Raleigh. "We asked if she might consider teaching her."

"How could I refuse?" Beverly answered, directing her gaze at me. "Being such a close friend of the family."

I instantly recognized Beverly's words. Intentionally delivered for one purpose.

"Though we've grown quite close lately," said Dr. Raleigh. "Especially the past few months."

"Since Sylvia turned eighteen," answered Beverly with a knowing smile.

As the realization sank in, it became clear that Sylvia was being trained for bisexuality. Beverly had become her girlfriend and sex mentor. Her role was probably planned since inception, and the last seven months, waiting for Sylvia's deflowering, were intended for seduction.

"Mark, did Sylvia have a defloration ceremony on her sixteenth birthday?" I asked.

"No, it took place a few days later. The following weekend," responded Ms. Raleigh.

"And there were fewer guests than at yours?"

"Indeed so."

I had one question: "How about the person who deflowered her? Would any of you mind sharing who that was?"

Anne shook her head. "That's Sylvia's secret to reveal."

Suddenly, chimes rang throughout the room. Time had come.

The large double doors at the back opened conferring the grand entrance. Everybody saw her first before I did. The reaction was amazement, delight, excitement.

At first, all I saw was Felicity's head as she entered. She had her hair down on her shoulders now, transforming her appearance. She looked exceptional.

She continued straight through the room, and Gaia led me by the leash. We retraced our steps back to my mother.

My mom assumed the leash, and we approached the centre of the room. In unison, Felicity arrived.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't what I'd expected—yet so exhilarating: my lover, my close friend, was about to deflower me—as a dominatrix.

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