"As in times past," the Amazon warrior, exotically naked, spoke to her protégé, "as most notions are seldom new, some claim a predilection toward an unfolding natural theology of thinking. In primeval times, wise ones spoke of an enhanced state of enlightenment, of duty, obedience and dedication." She eyed his naked form.
"Yes, my mistress," the youngling whispered in reverence.
"Self-sacrifice in the sacrament of allegiance to a higher calling," she went on, but watched his presence very intently. "The servitude for which we submit is that way to the unspoken realms of transformation. You can quiet anytime, just say so."
"No, my mistress, I will submit," he pleaded his submissive pledge.
"To receive the many facets of the pleasures we achieve," she warned, "One must suffer. Pleasures are not worthy of pleasing unless there are painful experiences."
"Yes, my mistress," he said bowing to her.
"You will train hard; it will be brutal and you will be punished for your efforts. Do you understand?" She leaned into him and whispered. She smiled as the two sat in the nude with Zen focus, proper kneeling position. "At some point, exhausted, you think you can do no more, that is just the beginning, the real tests come after that." She paused for him to absorb it. "In my dojo, my school of thought is a blend of many things, fluid and self-evolving. We share the journey of our individual quests."
"Yes, sensei mistress," the male adherent, younger and well-toned, said with admiration and respect. Slowly he let out a controlled exhale as she counted the seconds for the release of inner tension. For the moment, his penis remained flaccid. "Thank you, Mistress Cerulean for this honor to train in your clan."
"Ah, my dear apprentice, the honor is mine, to say the least," the tall lithe dark beauty responded fondly. Her Asian heritage spoke centuries of samurai devotion. Yet that was only part of her exotic evolutionary transformation. Her Nubian ancestors played a part as well. "The primacy of thinking," Mistress Cerulean continued, "is the core of a self-evolution for ascendency in wiser differentiation. A multidimensional complexity of creativity that castigates without mercy acts of thoughtless regression and abject selfishness. Not to forget of course, countermeasures to fight aggression."
"Yes, my mistress," he whispered obediently and nearly sagged at the shoulders, exhausted from the intense workout prior to assuming the Zen position. Drenched with sweat, his lean body glistened with shiny reflection. "I will think deeply."
"Back straight," she admonished gruffly and slapped his shoulder with the sting of a bamboo stick. The sound bounced around the dojo. "Do not slouch." Her voice got louder. "Project your inner self and do not slump your posture."
"Yes, ma'am, I obey as you say," the young one whispered and became rigid.
The loud sharp echo of her smack zipped through the training hall like the crack of her whip. He fell to one side. His aching knees curled to his chest for a second or two. At which moment, his legs spread open, and exposed his balls and thick penis. She eyed with an appreciative gaze the length and girth of his cock. Recovering quickly, he kneeled again, bowed before her and sat up straight with his hands folded on his thighs. She stood over him with a strong wide hipped presence.
"You obey me, or you leave at this moment," she demanded. "That's it."
"Yes, my Mistress." He swallowed with a heavy breath.
"Very good, breath, steady, keep your mind balanced, no distractions," she instructed. "Here, this perspective suggests a "theology of personal belief", credence, acceptance, choice and faith that begs liberation in pursuit of greater wisdom. Yet, some choose to avoid change and remain stranded. Such are doctrines of "spirituality" that avoid freedom of insight, ascension and higher levels of transformative enlightenment."
"Your wish is my command, my sensei," the apprentice acknowledged.
"These are dangerous times," she advised softly. "We must keep the watch as the flocks grow desperate, the wolves will hunger more and more for their flesh."
"I have much to learn," the younger murmured, as training had been intense today.
"You must stay on your quest, your training is improving," she told him patiently. "The energy that flows within us is a potent sensuality that manifests from the darkness deep inside our essential human nature. That is what we harness and control." Soothingly, she touched his shoulder. "Lay on your back, arms straight at your side, legs closed and feet pointed straight. Do not move, close your eyes and sink into your core."
"As you wish, my mistress," he answered quickly and complied. "I accept the tenets our belief system. I want to be a warrior in the servant class."
Without hesitance, he adjusted accordingly on the smooth black flooring that covered the dense brown tatami mats, and extended from corner to corner. Around the outer edges of the training area, the walls were filled with every manner of ancient weaponry. From swords to daggers, staffs, bows and arrows, armor and shields, and mirrors to contemplate the depth of inner dimensional realms. And, below the ground level, there was an armory. Any array of firearms was available, depending on the threat.
Red tapestries, black flooring and dim lighting, illuminated by long burning candles, kept the ever-present flicker of shadows. Outside, a deep constantly flowing moat surrounded her castle. Her fortress was one of several. Defending the coastal region of what used to be northeast Nova Scotia was her chosen task. Most of the earlier land mass gave way to risen waters, which created a few islands here and there.
"These natural emollients will soothe and protect your skin," she told him while she drew near a leather case which contained an array of herbal remedies. "Let yourself flow through all your senses. We will release the pent-up fluids within." Gently, she placed her oiled hands on his skin. "Stress on mind and body must be discharged."
"Oh my, sensei," he whispered effortlessly. "That feels heavenly.
"Know this," she said while she massaged his neck and shoulders. "From that quest, there is a war within which depends as to what comes in the end. In the mission, one seeks to make amends. Such is the adventure undertaken by extraordinary exertion of willful instigation for purposes of mindful change. Energies span a spectrum across a lifetime, with never ending possibilities for enlightened transformation."
"I feel so light, I could float through the room," he hissed slowly.
"Let your mind move with those streams of thought." She poured creamy liquids over his chest, on his nipples, and down his center to his navel. The scent of coconut and mangoes hinted a fragrant allure. "Go deeper into the nexus."
"I'm sinking, my mistress," he muttered sleepily.
"For now, I am your dominant, your mistress-sensei, and you must serve me and only me. As my submissive, that is, of course, until I release you from bondage," the mysterious Amazon whispered darkly. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, my sensei," the youngling obeyed. "I am yours."
"Never forget, we defend and protect this realm," she whispered.
