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Subject: {ASSM} "Waiting to Serve" by artie (MF, FD, hyp)
Date: Wed,  2 May 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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Waiting to Serve


**a9** Copyright 2001 by <a
href="mailto:artie@netgate.net">silli_artie@hotmail.com</a>

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.

A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you
are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.
 Then again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out,
you should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

	As I opened my eyes, I knew I might be chosen by Her tonight.

	Our day at the ashram concluded with a group meditation, and at
the end when the students were gone and just the staff remained,
She took us all deep into trance -- so deep, so peaceful, so
wonderful.  Usually the next thing I'd know, the first gong would
be ringing, and it was morning and time to get up again.

	But I was still in the meditation hall.  I might be the one, the
one She chose to please Her.

	She moved down from Her dias, followed by Carol, Her
administrator, Her right hand.  How many of us remained tonight?

	They moved to my right.  I glanced over.  Rina was here, about
eight feet from me.

	Carol stepped behind Rina, as She approached from the front. 
Rina was still in a seated meditation pose, as were the rest of
us.  Given the warmth of the summer, Rina was wearing a T-shirt
over her bra, and sweat pants.  I saw the look of adoration on
Rina's face.  I knew when She approached me, I'd have the same
look.  We all would.

	She leaned over, leaned closer to Rina.  I saw Her touch Rina's
head.  She was whispering something -- I couldn't hear -- but I
could hear Rina's sigh, and saw her eyes close and her body
respond as she went back into trance for Her.

	As She whispered, Her hand drifted down Rina's face, down her
neck, to a breast.  Rina moaned under the touch, arching her
back, raising her breasts, offering herself.  I felt the longing
in my own chest, my chest going forward and my shoulders going
back.  We all offered ourselves to Her, in everything we did.

	She placed both hands on Rina's breasts, touching them gently as
She spoke.  Rina was panting, moaning.

	I could see Her fingers moving, so delicately, Her fingers
caressing the outsides of Rina's pert breasts.  Her thumbs drew
close and touched Rina's nipples.  Rina cried out and shuddered.
Carol stepped up close behind Rina, propping her up with her
legs, holding Rina's shoulders.

	Her touch on Rina's breasts seemed firmer; She smiled as She
whispered.  Rina moaned and shuddered again, collapsing to her
side, Carol letting her down to the cushioned floor gently.

	The two of them leaned over Rina, both caressing her now, as She
whispered.

	She'd done that to me, at least once that I could remember.  In
that first month I'd been at the ashram, early Spring, I'd spent
time with either Her or Carol, almost daily, being hypnotized by
them, trained by them...

	Healed by them...  They healed parts of me that had been broken
for a long, long time.

	But I remembered one day, coming out of a delicious, deep
trance, seeing them standing in front of me...  She leaned over,
as She'd done to Rina, whispered something, caressed my face,
reached down and touched my cock, and I'd come so intensely...

	And I'd been chosen, once, by Her, to serve Her, to please Her,
for the night...

	I turned my head and glanced to the left.

	Carl was sitting a few feet to my left, head down, eyes closed.
Carl was taller, stronger.  He'd been doing construction at the
ashram, and the work he did was beautiful.  He'd recently
completed a set of benches and cubbies where students could sit
and take off their shoes.  They were simple, yet very pleasing. 
I think we were all amazed at the beauty of what he'd created.

	Would She choose Carl?  The night She'd chosen me, oh, I'd
always remember that night.  But which parts of that night were
real, and which illusion?  I know I'd pleased Her -- She took Her
pleasure with me for hours, and gave me great pleasure inreturn.

	Another ten feet to the left and a ways back sat Kim.  My heart
pounded, seeing her.  She was so beautiful.  I'd taken over
teaching her introductory yoga classes when she'd pulled a muscle
during one of our advanced sessions.

	I looked at her, sitting there, her head down, her full chest
rising and falling slowly.  Oh, I could see her in my mind's eye,
back arched, covered with the sweat of sexual excitement and
exertion, moaning and crying out...

	And that's what got me the other introductory classes I was
teaching -- I taught all of them now.  Jeff, the other
introductory teacher, had been caught fucking a student.  He was
gone in under three hours.  What the students did among
themselves, and staff with staff -- those were permitted, but the
line between students and staff could not be crossed.

	Oh, Kim looked so delicious.  Oh to have my head between her
legs, adoring her, driving her to ecstasy...

	I sighed and turned my head forward again, glancing to the
right.  They were still over Rina, who was whimpering and moving
a little.  Carol's touch seemed to be more calming and soothing
now.

	I closed my eyes, waiting.  I'd spoken to Carol, what -- two
days ago?  I loved teaching the introductory classes, even though
I'd been brought in to teach level 2 and level 3.  I think I
surprised the students.  I knew I challenged them, but
appropriately.  They were surprised, especially those here for a
one or two week stay, that my classes during the day were
different.  The morning classes were gentle, the afternoon
classes vigorous, and the evening ones meditative.  It was
exhausting but rewarding -- I was teaching five classes a day,
six days a week, and three on Sunday.  Add to that the advanced
classes I took, and evening meditation...

	But I had problems with the current group of beginners, one
problem in each section.  The first problem was Elaine, thin and
lithe, a dancer.  The second was Barbara, just as lithe, but
voluptuous.  Both were throwing themselves at me.  So far I'd
responded professionally, with compassion and equanimity.  But it
was difficult -- I'd gone to Carol for her counsel.

	I remember talking with Carol, and I remember her touching my
forehead.  After a while, she brought me back up.  I bowed and
thanked her.  We hugged and I went on to my next class.

	"Sam?"

	I raised my head, looking up.  She was in front of me.  I felt
Carol behind me.  Tears filled my eyes.  I felt so ... fulfilled
here.

	She went down on her knees before me.  Oh how I wanted to adore
Her, to please Her from head to toe.

	She reached out and touched my head.  "Sam," she whispered, "the
beginning students love you.  You are such an inspiration to
them.  Thank you, Sam."  She pulled me to her chest.

	I held her waist and cried.

	She rocked me gently.  I felt Carol's hands on my back and
shoulders.  She started whispering, and I fell into the softness
of Her trance.

	I heard both their voices, floated in both their voices.  I felt
the hunger in my chest, in my legs.  A gentle hand on my chest
calmed me, soothed me.  Another hand cradled my head.  Hands and
voices told me to let go.  Soothing touches, soothing voices
eased my hunger.

	When I opened my eyes, laying on my side, seeing I was still in
the meditation hall, I knew I hadn't been chosen -- not tonight.
I sighed.  I felt better, more rounded and less empty somehow.  I
pressed my left hand to the mat and raised myself to sitting.

	Who had She chosen tonight?  Hearing something, I looked around.
 I watched Kim sit up, sighing as she did.  We exchanged
bittersweet smiles.

	I glanced over to the door.  The brooms were out.

	I chuckled and said to her, "We have been chosen.  I'll get the
brooms."

	Kim laughed with me as we stood up, bowing to the front of the
room where She sat.

	The sweeping went quickly.  Had She chosen Rina, or Carl, or
both?  The rumor was that magic things happened to those She
brought together.

	The sweeping completed, we turned off the lights and left the
meditation hall.  Kim handed me her broom, and I put them in the
closet by the door.

	I looked at her, and I sighed with a tired smile.

	"What a wonderful lesson," I said.

	"What's that?" Kim asked, a sparkle in her smile, touching my
shoulder.  Hers was a relaxing, comforting touch.

	We spend so much of our time in silence.  I felt the urge, the
invitation to talk to her.  "It's so good to see you moving
without pain again.  They want me to move the 8 AM class to the
big room so we can take more students, drop-ins, but I'm going to
need help to do it.  I can't cover that many students bymyself."

	She moved closer, nodding.  "I understand.  Was that the
lesson?"

	I chuckled.  "No.  When I opened my eyes after meditation -- I
wanted to be chosen by Her.  Oh, how I wanted to be chosen.  But
it didn't happen.  And I learned what She teaches us, what we
teach others -- that desire leads to disappointment and
suffering."

	She nodded and smiled.  "Yes, I learned that lesson as well. 
But you were wrong."

	I turned more toward her, confused.  She smiled, shaking her
head slowly.

	"You were chosen," she said softly.

	As I started to speak again, she raised both hands to me,
sliding her fingers up my shoulders, my neck, and to the sides of
my head.  I sighed and moaned as my body relaxed under her touch
and I sank into trance for her.  She drew me to my knees, and
pulled me to her body.

	"Hold me," she commanded.  My arms went around her waist as one
of her hands cradled the back of my head.

	"You have been chosen, I have been chosen," she said, with
strength.

	She squeezed me to her.  I could smell her arousal.

	"She has given you to me, to train, to heal, to love."

	She squeezed my head to her once more.  I moaned, barely able to
hold on.

	"That's right, Sam -- I've got you.  Deep trance now..."

	I let go, floating once again.  As Kim held me and spoke to me,
I remembered.  She had given me to Kim, body and soul.  I knew,
my body knew, that we now belonged to Kim.  Kim would hold me,
Kim would protect me.  But I also knew that I needed to protect
Kim.  I needed to be sure she took things easy, and didn't injure
herself again.  I would protect her.

	She brought me up, and helped me stand.  We held each other.

	I knew so many things now.  "I need to be held.  Please hold
me," I whispered.

	"Oh, I will," Kim said, holding me and rocking me gently.

	"But first," she said, pulling away a bit.

	Not having that contact with her hurt -- the hunger and
emptiness coming back.

	She smiled and touched my forehead, whispering something.  I
sighed and slipped back into the fog.

	"But first," she repeated, "we need to attend to Her.  She is
waiting for us."

	She led me down the hall, down, down, down.

FIN 
4/30/2001


Waiting to Serve 
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