War Within - Nothing to Win Lancer

"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.

"All the life forms," he said and bowed his head to her, "we protect."

"Without question that is correct." Her emerald eyes spoke the potency of her mystique and power, particular over men. "Peace in this part of the solar system is up to the warrior class. We are the protectors; it is our oath. Unless you quit."

"I will never quit, my mistress-sensei," he countered respectfully.

Mysterious, olive skinned silkiness, dark green-eyed beauty, and much taller than he, her presence towered over his physical essence. Compact, strong, muscular, smooth skinned and of lighter complexion, head shaved, the youngling angular features were a unique contrast between the two warriors. One the master, the other the apprentice, both determined to prevail in the self-evolution of the higher self.

"We shall see. To reach higher realms, you must submit and, in your submission, you will learn to unleash power deep within. As my protégé, such is the realm of a unified gender consciousness," she said. "This is more than mere fucking."

"I will do as you command, my mistress," he muttered reverently.

"Quitters never win the war within, they only die a tortuous end," the green-eyed mystic spoke wisely as she massaged his penis. "From here on, no turning back. We continue your workout from the physical to the mental. Liberation awaits."

"Yes, my sensei master," his husky voice mumbled as he flinched to her touch.

"Easy, control your senses, move with the energy flow. Like the sword of our ancestors," she said, "You must be tempered and honed to the sharpened edge of your sanities. Your body must be strengthened and molded into a weapon as well as an instrument of pleasure to embrace the pains of life, and self-evolve."

"Mistress-sensei, yes, I accept this," the younger one replied. "I will obey you without question. If it pleases my sensei, I submit without question."

"We train naked, exposed and bare in all our essence," the teacher said to him. "We fight, wrestle and work out nakedly without fear, as the ancients once did."

"I embrace my bareness, sensei, without shame or fear," he answered.

"Whatever unfolds we accept that and relish in the consequences." She gripped the shaft of his cock and held him hard. "To fuck and fight is the spiritual might of our delight. Sexuality is the force. Through it, we overcome the selfishness of pride, vanity and modesty in the lack of appreciation for the amazing bodies we have."

"As you command, my mistress," the young one answered obediently.

"Long before our existence, centuries ago, and before the fall of the empires," the wise Amazon stoically claimed. "Ancient warriors, Roman legions, and later, samurai, openly trained, learned, fought and leisured uninhibitedly in the nude. It was sacred."

"I serve naked without concern for how I look, mistress," he answered meekly. "I surrender to you, and pray you do with me as you wish. My body is open to you."

"Your submission is accepted," she said with a smile. "You are not to be afraid or ashamed of your body. As in that realm of no time, where creation began, a garden of earthly delights revered the nakedness of human evolution. We are the ministers of those evolving life forces." Gently, she stoked his rigid very hard cock. "Concentrate."

"Yes, my warrior queen," he breathed with a slight pant.

"We shall see, as the great masters have said, there is no dread, there is only the regretful dead," she noted. "Control the forces within, to bend willfully to the end."

Slowly, with exotic emoluments, she held him tightly with both hands, pumping, massaging and cupping his balls and pulling on his penis. Her long sensuous fingers, fingernails like talons of eagle, expertly caressed in strong girthy cock. With skilled precision, her razor-sharp nails gently stroked him without the slightest inclination to scratch his skin. Yet, when necessary, her hands were lethal weapons.

"My mistress," he breathed a sigh of submission to her. As he glanced down at his penis, he let his body relax under her touch. "I submit willingly."

"You must," she whispered as though the echo of a ghostly presence. "Your struggle will always be inside you. And, beware of the self," she noted with a long green-eyed stare deep into his brown eyes. "Unbind yourself, be free of constraints."

"Yes, my sensei," he muttered as his pelvis tensed a swelling ejaculation.

"Your young balls are heavy with cum," she advised approvingly. "That's it, you're getting close to the edge." She drew in a long breath. "I want you to release it."

"Thank you, my mistress, your wish is my command," he muttered and shuttered.

"Tonight, you will cum many times at my direction," she instructed. At the same moment, she lathered him slickly with the clear lubricant, and his young huge phallus responded to her manipulations. "Hmm, very nice, you're twitching."

"Yes, my queen, I'm so close, thank you," he groaned.

"Get ready, learn to control this power," she commanded with her authoritative tone and powerful presence. Her angular face expressed stern dominance. "Not yet, but soon, you will appreciate an act of submission is a form of dominance and power."

"At you command, sensei," the youngster said with surrender in his tone.

"I control you, my male submissive," she said wickedly. Previously before their talk ensued, she effortlessly executed a perfect judo technique, and threw him to the padded flooring in a sudden swift motion. Soothing him, she continued. "Stay, lie still and obey and learn. The action was not without poise and grace in the execution of fluidic movement. Your fall had purpose. A mere twist, whirl, and down you went. Very nice fall, you recovered very well. Stay prone before me, like an altar."

"Yes, my mistress-sensei," he answered with a slight hitch in his exhale.

The amazon warrior adjusted herself next to him. Squatting at his mid-section, she smiled down at him and assumed her Zen-position. Both openly naked, neither feared their nudity. When she knelt near his pelvis, she admired his thick semi-erect penis. With ample girth, a sturdy strong cock head, she felt pleased.

A young pony, gifted with an ample cock, she admired his physique. Not too long and not too short, his genitals were of sufficient proportion to be an instrument of learning, discipline and pleasure. She squeezed his ball with the tight circle of her fingers. He winched but labored to relax and accept. Softly, she caressed his scrotum; he twitched very slightly, but held his composure. A smile of approval etched her face.

"Your manly cock and balls are nicely shaped," she complimented.

"Thank you, my mistress, I hope you are pleased with me," he mumbled. "Please, my sensei, discipline me, do as you wish, I am at your command and pleasure."

His young manhood was growing with each moment. Expertly, magically, and uninhibitedly, she manipulated his body with massaging gentleness. She applied mystical ointments and exotic emollients. He was oiled slick and shiny with special creams for smooth silky lubrication. Likewise, she prepared herself as well.

At the same time, she fingered her vaginal lips, tweaked the head of her clitoris, and massaged her inner depths. Long, lithe and muscled to a finely honed perfection, her totality of mind, body and spirit guided him to an altered state. In their ascension to the nexus of thoughts beyond thoughts, a realm of dreams, they drifted.

"Prepare your mind," she started with the soothing hint of a gentle mountain stream. A sedative for the inner thoughts, her voice put him at ease. "You're a virgin and soon that will change. You will begin your transformation to person-hood."

With long strokes, she pulled his penis and pumped the based until his cock strained to escape its natural girth. She admired her capacity to control him and smiled, as his cock was hard as iron and thick as a drainpipe. She relished in the possibilities of a new conquest, power, control and domination. Her fingers continued to work him.

"I am appreciative that it is you who will change me," he whispered again.

Her hands expertly encircled his burgeoning penis. Underneath, the purplish mushroom of the head, the gripped him harder. A battering ram of muscular proportions, she wanted him to plunge within her to the hilt. Up and down, slowly with increasing pressure, the stroked him and massaged the head. Gushy lotions made him slick and slippery. Well-lubricated, he would be a pleasurable fuck.

From head to toe, she worked her enchantment. Magically, under her spell, he obeyed her. Relaxed and floating on a sea of imagined wavy cascades, he sank into a dream state. His penis maintained its potent stature, grew bigger as it filled with growing expectation. She cupped his large balls and squeezed with skilled gentleness. He did not flinch and that was a good thing. She would not be happy if he complained about the slightest thing. At the base of his penis, she gripped him firmly, but not too tightly.

"Easy, that's it, slowly, take your time," she murmured as her hand pumped his cock. Fully engorged, he was hard as an ax handle. "Ah, my youthful stallion, your inner person is very swollen and stiff, ready for release. I will drain you first."

"Yes, my sensei," he muttered groggily with a throaty hint. "I think I'm gonna cum."

"That's it, let it go, I want you to release," she soothed in a comforting way. "Learn to use it to enhance your mindset. Feel the surge of energy building up," she advised.

"Oh, mistress," he moaned and swallowed hard. "Oh, oh, it's building..."

"There you go," she encouraged and worked his cock steadily, pulling and tugging and jerking the head and shaft. "Close your eyes see your thoughts," she instructed.

"Uh, uh, uh," he groaned, his face etched with tension. "Oh, help me..."

"Go for it, let it burst like a milky shower," she prompted and pumped him. "Bring it to the edge, wait," she tightened his cock. "Hold it; get ready to blow your load."

"Oh, goddess of all things, it's so close," he said with a pout. "It's soooooo close."

"Control it, you cannot cum yet," she stroked him slowly and licked his tip.

"Please, I beg you, Mistress, I'm gonna lose it," he moaned with a whimper.

"You will discipline yourself." She squeezed hard below the bulbous head of his cock. "As the ancients have written, control is power," she told him. "Power commands the focus of vital energy. The imagination unfolds from the mind's Id."

"Uh, uh, it's on the edge, I can't," he pleaded with her, wrinkled his face with tension and hunched in short jerky movements from his hips. "I'm might lose it."

"No, you want, concentrate the potency of your Id," she soothingly told him. As one hand held his balls, the other stroked his cock, up and down the shaft, slick and lubed. Tightening his testicles, her fingers worked their enchantment. "There you go easy, smooth, rhythmic, keep the cadence." Magically, she kept him in a state of pre-cumming suspension. "Hang on to it and transform your inner being with its power."

"I can't, please mistress, let me cum," he begged her and panted.

"You will hold until I tell you to cum," she warned. "Lesson one, control. As the ancient scribes have written," she lectured him patiently while she jerked his cock. "And, some more poetic than others, some more insightful and brilliant than here or over there, the essence of humanity the war within depends on complex inner workings of unique sexual individuality. We are sexual beings from which we grow stronger. Selflessness replaces selfishness and sexuality is the source for understanding the life force."

"Yes, my mistress," he groaned in his stiffened state of anxiety.

"My, my, that is an impressive erection. Huge, swollen, veined, it's perfect," she whispered eerily to him, as though an ancient siren. "Mind over self."

"Thank you, my mistress," he muttered in the blur of erotic excitation.

"Right there, that's very good," she gave him credit for his control. "Now, are you ready?" She asked as she jacked his cock with steady rhythmic action. "Ready."

"Oh god, yes, my mistress," he yearned with mounting anxiousness. His torso tensed and flexed his muscled abs. His butt cheeks tightened. "Yes, please."

"Steady, ride it, that's it, stay on the edge," she coached and held his balls.

"Whew," he mumbled and breathed a long exhale.

"Alright then, release that silky wave of cum, my apprentice," she ordered.

At her command, he shot his load in a high arc. She looked up and watched his milky spew leap several feet in the air. Sensei Mistress smiled. From the center of her circular grip, her long sensuous fingers holding him tightly, she lowered her head. Close to her tender grasp, around the head of his cock, her lips came closer to his bursting manhood. At the same time, her youngling convulsed at the explosive release of the creamy gush.