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"Vriha" By Gayle Rochefort-Potts for Voile cha Krech... August 2002 -------------------------------- I found myself standing in a room, it was dimly lit... candles and low light. How I got here was interesting, a few well-phrased questions and I discovered that I wasn't the only one that desired certain perversions. It seemed most of my 'friends' had at one point or another tasted this. I was given an address to get an address to get a name and that led me to an old man who gave me the address for here. Now I am here and I am shaking deep inside. It is not a fear; it is excitement. It is an excitement that I have kept to myself over the years. No one seemed surprised at the mention of it. Seems it is common in the ones that indulge in sandalwood and cinnamon gatherings. I can not even remember how the subject came up; I was most likely out of it from sucking on the cinnamon stick and breathing in the sandalwood to remember much. I am surprised that I had remembered how to get here. I hear a far off door open and then shut, some footsteps and then the door in the back of the room opened. I felt my heart quicken. Scantily clad in soft skins, these three women became quite busy around the room. One began to light more candles, another began to choose object from a wall of every kind of forbidden item I had ever read about... and as an anthropologist I had read of many. The third pulled a cloth covering from a table with a very thin pad covering it. The table was made from a meditation stone and it became apparent from the base that the large slab could be moved to different angles. She moved over to me, the covering now folded in her arms and spoke in the softest of tones. "The Vriha will be in shortly. The rules are that nothing is forbidden, you will not speak unless spoken to, do whatever the Vriha tells you to and if you wish this to end you use the word 'Kroykah'... is this understood?" I nodded; my voice had left me already, along with most of my fears. Now, I had only the thrill of experiencing this and I was getting light-headed from the knowledge. I drew on my skills that would calm my breathing and my heart rate; I suspected that I would need those skills even more later on. With all positioned and arranged just so, the three moved to the back of the room and bowed to me. I returned the gesture and before I could straighten, they had disappeared. I was left alone again... and I was getting curious. I had to move, I was feeling rooted to the spot. I took a step towards the tray that had been filled with items. I reached out and touched the soft tail of a whip and then the hard handle; I felt the thrill of this for the first time. It was becoming reality and I was not sure I would be prepared for it, but I craved this. I had craved this from the time I first discovered the first of the Pre-reform item of my career. It had been a branding iron, broken, only the brand itself had remained intact but it was beautiful. The delicate Vulcan script designed to be artwork as it was burned into the flesh of one that was owned. I shivered. There was no branding script here on the tray but there had been one on the wall. Numerous ones and it appeared as if they had been recently fashioned. I heard the far off door again... the footsteps... and then the door opened into this room. I turned to this female and bowed my head. I suspected it would be the only time I would do this of my own choosing. As she moved into the light, her attire made my breath catch. She was dressed in silks and soft skins. She wore what seemed like an ancient face protector but it was stylized and almost as delicate as a crown. It was of a copper colour, the standard chain strips had been removed and her high cheekbones, her dark eyes and her lips were exposed. She wore a silk and skin chest covering, it left little to the imagination but it exposed little except the soft skin of the swell of her breasts and her arms were bare. She wore a silk skirt that covered just enough, her strong legs were exposed as she walked and revealed the thigh-high silk boots. In spite of the fact that she looked tied in, strapped in and everything was skintight; she moved as if she wore nothing. She stood in front of me and then I was forced to breath in her scent of sandalwood and cinnamon. I was not sure if she had been wearing it on her skin or it was her breath and she had indulged before coming here. It did not matter either way, but it was teasing at my craving for it. "This will be permitted this first time only, to touch any of mine skin that is exposed and thee may touch the surface of mine clothing. Not anything under... not even under the edges. I find this helps us become in tune to one another." She reached to my hand and placed it on her shoulder. "Thee may begin thine discoveries, Mine New One." I felt frozen for a moment and then I forced myself to take the brave step forward. Her skin was warm and soft. My finger glided along her shoulders, I moved in back of her... her hair was fastened high up and the length fashioned into multiple braids. Even her hair smelled of the sandalwood/cinnamon combination. I found myself burying my face in the braids, breathing in the scent in deeply... trying to indulge. My hands continued to discover what she was, what she had to offer. Strong muscled body, yet as my hands traveled down her arm over the wrist guards to her fingers, I knew her touch would be gentle when needed. I breathed in suddenly. I had been holding my breath... she knew how to satisfy and tease that was obvious. Her breasts were firm and with a look I asked if I might brush the skin, she nodded once. I lowered my head slowly and brushed my lips across the softness, I heard a moan from my throat, one I had not been aware of until I heard it. I lifted my head and then took a step back. She took a step back and then everything changed, even the feel in the room changed. I breathed in slowly feeling the tension begin to take over. It was unbelievable. She began to walk around me, studying me it seemed. "Strip." Without even realizing it I had started to undo the fasteners on my shirt and it came over my head as soon as possible. Pants and shoes were next, and any underclothing. I stood there beside the pile of clothes. I felt an occasional breath of air and felt chilled, raising the hair on my body and I shivered. "Lay there." She commanded and pointed to the table. I moved quickly to stretch out on the table. The thin padding only helped to cushion, it was not as comfortable as it looked. The Vriha walked over to the table and picked up a small bottle. She removed the stopper then poured some of the oil into her hand. It pooled in the center of her palm and as she came closer I could smell the intense sandalwood scent. She replaced the stopper and put down the bottle, rubbing her two palms together as she moved closer to me. Her hands were laid gently on my shoulders, and she began to caress the oil onto my skin. It must have been a potent formula because I felt the tingling almost immediately. She seemed to cover every inch of my body that was exposed to her touch in very little time. Before it registered, she was already pouring more oil into her hand and telling me to turn over. Without thinking I turned over quickly and was immediately reminded to be slower in my movements. My already rock hard penis had not been taken into consideration, I had not even noticed this, her touch on every part of my body was occupying my thoughts and not the state my body was in. I shifted slightly finding a more comfortable position. She stepped back from the table and went to the tray, there was a cloth there and she wiped the oil from her hands. So far I was allowed to watch her movements, perhaps because it was my first time here. "A choice. Close thine eyes or I will bind them." It was as if she was reading my mind. I swallowed, I knew I could not trust myself not to peek." "Bind them." And I felt a shiver of anticipation travel down my body. A strip of dark silk appeared and that was the last that I saw for a long time. She was quiet for the longest time it seemed, no doubt waiting for the sandalwood to tease at my senses even more. I was beginning to feel everything it seemed, even what was impossible to feel... I was certain I could feel the air traveling into my body as I breathed. It felt almost as if I was breathing in through the pored of my skin. I smiled at this thought, at the picture I had in my mind. I felt the air move as she moved around the table. The second time she circled me I was certain I heard something being taken from the table. Then a feather light touch on my skin, with something that tickled... it had to be the whip, the one with the fine-threaded tail. She moved down my back, over my hips and down my legs... I moaned softly. I jumped at the sudden but every so gentle kiss that she placed on the back of my neck. Her fingertip tracing one ear then pinched the tip. I moaned again without meaning too. "Yes... I like that sound, Mine New One." She whispered close to my ear. She drew the soft tail down my body again but this time she used it to slap my thighs. The touch was so gentle but my body shivered from it. It was unexpected, I was unprepared and the sandalwood had made my skin hypersensitive to any touch. She continued this treatment, running the soft tail down my back and a sudden slap at some point. I was holding my breath, biting my bottom lip... and moaning. I could not stop myself and I tried numerous times. Her stokes were becoming faster and the slaps with the tail were becoming harder, finally one was hard enough that I felt the sting against my skin. I sucked in my breath threw clenched teeth and my body arched as the thrill moved through my body. I heard myself moan that time, very low and long. "Thee are doing well, Mine New One." Her voice was like a soft touch inside my head and I realized only then that she had placed one hand against the contact points and was reaching into my mind. She could have anything she wanted from me... I had no desire to stop her... from doing anything. She could have my thoughts, my body, and my needs... anything... it was hers. She whispered for me to turn over, I did without hesitation. Her touch continued down the front of my body. She slapped my thighs as she did the first time... she would begin the pattern again. This time I moaned with every stroke and every slap... I felt her hand close around my hard shaft. I thought I would explode. Her thumbnail reached into the slit and she whispered to me that I was not to come yet... not even allow a drop to leave my body. I nodded helplessly promising her anything. I felt the table shift just a little, my hands were caressed and then fastened up at either corner... my legs... her hands slid along them and they were fastened in place. I moaned and shifted slightly. The soft whip landed on my stomach. "Do not move, Mine New One." I moaned and shook my head. I could feel warmth moving closer; it was her heat. I held my breath and felt her thighs touch mine... she was straddling me... I tried to swallow... I tried to breath... I tried to moan... and nothing... I could not do anything. I felt her impale herself on me... I felt my body shake. She leaned down and whispered for me to breath and to relax. I could only nod in agreement and I know it was the farthest thing from my mind. I felt her warmth surround me, I felt her body begin to stroke me...slowly. My body tensed and she stopped. I breathed in deeply, and forced my mind and body to relax. She began again... stroking me. I started to moan and whisper, "Yes..." It was the only way I could keep from exploding into her. I concentrated on the words... on breathing... anything but what she was doing. Vriha stopped moving and I could feel her body tensing, and then her release, the warmth of her fluid flowing down my hardness. I clenched my teeth and my body shook. She remained in place then leaned forward, her lips brushing mine. Taking my breath with every one she took, she whispered that she was pleased with me. Whispered that it would not be long now before she would allow my release... I nodded grateful for the thought that this pleasurable torture would end soon. I felt her fingers touch the side of my face. Her fingers gently placed at my contact points... and her voice so soft and soothing. "If you wish release... give me thine thoughts." "Yes..." And I opened mine mind to her. I felt the flood of her energy into me. I breathed in deeply... drawing her into me... allowing her access to all that I am. Her passion drifting into me, filling me until I didn't think I could take anymore. "Vriha.... no more... I can not..." I felt a darkness begin to surround me. It was comforting, drawing me in. She touched, tasted, bit into my skin. Every pore of my skin had felt her touch in some way, and I shook. She brushed my body with the whip again, slapping it harder and harder with each stroke down my body... closer and closer to my unbelievably hard member and yet... Oh A'tha... never touching me. Not in the way I wanted and yet with all this slow torture... I wanted more. I was willing to wait forever if she asked it of me. I heard myself moan and groan and even cry out as the whip's fingers slapped against my thighs over and over again. I almost cried when the gentle brush of the whip was felt against my face. So gentle, so soft... a caress and one that would hurt any moment now. "Ah-h-h." I felt the sharp bite into my chest. This was her new target, up my body... slowly... caressing my hardness with a pain that was unbelievable.. and then the whip left my body and was brought down with a burning pain. I drew in breath through my teeth and moaned. My thighs burned, now my chest... and my groin felt as if it would explode. What seemed like hours later, she climbed back onto me and whispered in my thoughts, "~Mine New One, sadalau (release)...~" and I did. I felt my whole body explode as if from within. My thoughts were on fire and my fluid seemed to empty into her forever. I felt drained, totally drained. No strength, no bones in my body... even they felt as if they had drained out of me. She removed the blindfold from me. Caressing my face with the back of her hand, whispering that everything was over and that she was pleased with my performance. All I could think of was that all I did was lay there and do everything she wanted me to do. She kissed me lightly, it was something I had only seen humans doing, and it was enjoyable. I felt her move off the table, and I felt lost. I closed my eyes and felt her gentle touch as she washed my body. The cloth seemed to rid me of the numbness that I was feeling. With every touch I began to feel my body again and my thoughts cleared. I felt her hand in mine. "Try to sit." She held me tightly aware that not everything was working properly yet. "Thee has been here a long time, Mine New One. Take thine time. I will stay with thee until thee are able." I nodded and could not even think of words. She continued to caress, touch, and talk to me until I began to answer her back. She would ask simple questions, and repeat them until she got some answers from me. I was helped from the table, and sat in a chair. Some food and drink were brought in. She helped me dress and she sat with me while we talked. We talked mostly about the way the evening had progressed and whether or not I wanted to return. "Thee must not share this place with anyone. It is not a safe practice for any of us." "No I guess not." I drew in a breath, "I promise. I want to come again." Her head bowed, "I would be most honoured to have thee again."
I bowed my head. "Until the next time, Vriha."
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