Sachihiro

"Are you alright Sachihiro?" A seductive smokey voice asks me as I groggily come back to myself.

I wake slowly, my awareness spreading until I know where everything within the room is even as I pretend to be trying to get my eyes to adjust. I look up at the beautiful face looking down on me and she smiles warmly placing a hand on my still naked chest.

"You are in the Healing House, but congratulations on becoming an acolyte of the Brothel Temple of Tiba." She says and helps me up with a hand on my elbow.

"How could I have passed the test after embarrassing myself in such a spectacular manner?" I ask as I sit up and look at my still naked body.

At where the stains of my seed had leaked all over my legs. I have never had such an uncontrollably body-satisfying orgasm to the extent that my knees become weak to the point of collapse. To be embarrassed of failure yet feel so good for that failure is a paradox I never knew it was possible to experience but wow.

"Wait, you said I'm an acolyte now. Why? I barely made it into the room before being unmanned and I'm not even sure what happened in there." I say to the woman who just smiles warmly at me.

"My name is Elis and from what I hear you made it further than some did before you climaxed and collapsed. There is no need to be embarrassed, there is a reason that chamber is used as a method of choosing and it isn't my place to explain. How are you feeling though, anything different?"

I slowly down my wondering thoughts to really look at the woman with the soft warm hand still on my naked flesh. I'm naked as the day I was born still, the unnecessary contact as she leans towards me in that manner and the way she keeps eyeing me and smiling implies she is either very friendly or she likes me.

Because of my state of undress I'll go with the latter as the training implies. But thought I have that inkling, and she is attractive my cock is still as flaccid as its ever been and since my Awakening that I'd very unusual. "Yes something is different, I don't have an erection."

She giggles and rubs her hand up and down my arm warmly and I'm almost bewildered to realise I'm not even slightly horny. Its like clinically watching someone flirting with me and realising that all the queues that we were taught to look for as trainees are there as expected. But that drive to fuck that usually distracts from this awareness is gone.

I smile back at her and Kean into her hand, implying without words that her touch is welcomed. She beams at me and tells me she cleaned me up personally. I'm not even sure she is consciously responding to my body language communication or it's just happening on an instinctive level but I'm fascinated to watch how my responses encourage and direct her own.

She is clay in my hands as I use words and body language to direct her mood and level of interest in me. The awareness I have of my surroundings is clearer as well. I can focus on her attentively yet still retain enough spread focus to be aware of the small spider on the wall behind me, of the coin two beds down hidden under a desk.

I laugh at something she says and place my own hand on her arm prompting her to sit at the edge of my bed. She is a professional and only eyed my cock a few times and I'm realising seemingly for the first time what a distraction sexual attraction and horniness can actually be. Do I also get this oblivious when horny or is this added focus not the result of being clear headed?

"I think we have company approaching." I say as I feel the priest walking towards us and sure enough he turns the corner and opens the clothe that acts as a partition for my section of the room.

Elis is already standing besides me slightly embarrassed from being so distracted and she tells me I'm fine and slips away without a word to the man. The man is unarmed but he vibrates with power and confidence that isn't even an aura.

"Do you realise what's happened to you yet?" He asks plainly looking into my eyes intensely and I find that I can't read him at all.

"No." I say looking back at him and coolly assessing him and wondering why Elis was such an open book while this man is a book whose cover is in a language I can't even understand.

"My name is Sive, I will be your mentor from now until you are ready to go through another choosing to determine whether or not you can join the priesthood. If you didn't catch on that means you are now an acolyte and your lessons and duties have now changed." He looks at me as though expecting a response, which I don't give.

"Follow me." He says turning away.

I hop lightly of the bed and follow behind the well dressed casual man smoothly. We turn into a corridor occupied by a few people in which I'm the only naked person in. Yet I'm not embarrassed, I'm not self conscious as my cock bounces against my thighs with every step.

I don't feel shame or the exposure of nakedness as I feel eyes on my cock and body. Some just curiously clinical whilst other have more interest or intent behind them.

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"The level of focus you have right now is temporary." The man, Sive sends directly to my mind without even turning to look at me as he walks ahead.

"You are in a state of hyper focus and hyper awareness right now because you currently have no sexual drive to speak of. It's a result of having such a deep and thorough orgasm that every part of your physical, spiritual body and even your ego is satisfied.

"The energy that is usually used within you to maintain your sexuality as a creature with the desire and capabilities to procreate is is being used for pertinent things now. You should feel this asexual hyper focus for an hour longer before energy is diverted back to your sex drive and you lose the confidence and peace within yourself that you now feel."

As he speaks we walk up a flight of stairs, through a corridor and out into the open and I realise I do feel great sense of peace. "Is sexuality such a burden that when it's removed from me I feel this unencumbered?"

I send back because even out in the open with people watching I feel no shame from being naked and walking amongst people. Though I soon realise that I'm not the only naked person naked out in the open but the other is a slave with a collar and chain around her neck and it's the acceptance of being owned and not responsible for herself that allows her to lose the shame of being publicly displayed naked without the ego getting hurt.

Truly slaves have the most liberation as every action and word from them is placed as the responsibility of another. Truly Katya must have felt so burdened the years of our travels from Sandoria when I made her feel responsible for herself for the first time in her life. No wonder she was so unhappy and confused the whole time.

To relinquish ownership of yourself to another is one of the greatest forms of self love that I have actually come across and it is why the cults are so popular amongst the masses. People are generally selfish and out to make themselves feel good and happy. And by not burdening themselves with the responsibility of all their deeds, words and thoughts they practice a form of selfishness that frees them from the weight of responsibility of a life, their life.

But then with this form of giving of yourself there are also responsibilities to the person or entity to which you have burdened with your life. There is a level of obedience and accountability that is just a must for any such relationship to work, and it is a relationship.

The slave girl somehow feels my eyes or awareness on her and looks up slightly with her eyes as we near each other. She sees me see her and the is a brief moment where we both understand that we are the truly free and unburdened people in this quad of people. And though she is being led by a chain like a pet it is her master not her that will be held yo account for her life and she smirks at me. Actually smirks and a shiver runs down my spine as I realise the magnitude of responsibility that Katya has placed on me.

I won't be made to answer to such an extent even for my own children because they are self aware beings with personalities and wills of their own. Yep I've fallen into the trap of being responsible in perpetuality the life of this grown woman if ever I'm brought before the Trinity and have to give account for what I did with her life as well as my own. It's a trap, accepted slavery is a trap for the owner.

We reach one of the bigger other buildings in the temple grounds and I write my details on a registration book at the reception lady who openly inspects me as though I were a stallion she was pleased to have witnessed race.

"This is one of the buildings that houses the acolytes. You have received private rooms here, one will be your own private chambers to do with as you please. The other will be where you will meet clients and everyone else you are instructed to service and satisfy sexually or otherwise.

"I understand you have been given this talk before but you are not a slave here, only a servant. You are not required to do anything you son not wish to do but please always be respectful and if you turn down a client you have been instructed to please do so respectfully and gently."

The building is beautifully decorated and built, like some king's palace in some fable or story. There are vines that are entwined within the rail of the stairs we walk up. There are beautiful expensive looking vases and artworks on display. A fountain in the shape of a blindfolded man with peeing in people's faces is on display in the foyer.

Instead of it being an obscene sight it's actually interesting in a strange way. We pass people in varied stages of undress that greet us politely and men and women that are clearly not acolytes flushed or pleased as they leave or interact with other.

There is a lounging area where two women are being entertained with conversation and both are clearly aroused by the sights and the touching and maybe the wine. But there is no open sexual acts on the more public Ares even with mine not being the only naked body on display.

A woman squeezes my ass as she walks passed, an act I saw coming but saw no reason to stop. The single act clearly makes her very happy and her aura is one of satisfaction and the conclusion of a fulfilled day. What is this Brothel really, I ask myself.

There is a type of magic here that I didn't experience in the trainee grounds nor even where we prayed to Erotica the goddess or Eros in her male form. Worship of her is not required though it is necessary at certain ranks of the priesthood. And people don't always realise this but in the cults there is a distinct difference between prayer and worship, though prayer often times includes worship.

I worship no one and nothing for I dont consciously consider any being that far above myself as to deserve that status. For to worship something is to forever make declare yourself subordinat to it. I do pray though and found no issue with praying to Erotica along with Sapientia who I occasionally talk to as well. Under who's name I along with two of my children have been given the blessing of tongues.

"These are to be your rooms." Dive says as we walk into a set of rooms. There is foyer as we walk in that is tiled with dark light reflective tiles and the walls are carpeted in a way I've never before seen.

There is a table with a vase and a mirror above it as we walk in before turning into a small intimate sitting area with couches and a table. There are two rooms and a toilet room, one room for my private use the other for whoever my clients will be if I so choose. Sive puts a lot of emphasis is put on choice and we discuss his role as a mentor and my role as an acolyte.

Clothing for us is chosen and tailored for specific occasion and sometimes specific clients. We service who we are instructed to or those who request us if we have no objections. We continue to see the Miner Revealers on a twice every ten-days basis so as to keep a careful watch on our psyches.

I will also be required to learn temple rituals and take part in them daily at this stage. My training will pickup and include actual she at the priestesses and priests if my sexual proclivities ever change. I may accept personal gifts from clients but all such gifts have to be declared at the temple. My diet will be strictly monitored and I can only supplement it with prescribed products or report anything unusual I might have consumed on my once ten-daily physical checkup.

It goes on and on we open a bottle of wine a we also talk casually, getting to know each other better. He insists we do 'whilst my ego is still asleep' he terms it and I agree. But sometime after two hours I feel my focus slowly fading, I feel myself frowning now and again as I wonder why I'm still naked this way.

Sive notices and directs me to my wardrobe where clothing has already been chosen for me based on the primary role I'll be playing. That of myself, that of a warrior from an exotic culture that enjoys sex and loves women. I think I'm dressed well but the legging are an item of clothing I have never before worn. A least they are leather though, and stretchy.

It's time for me to be introduce me to somelf the people I will be sharing a building with.