~ Trick ~
You're invited to our Halloween party! Yes, you.
You're the first person to arrive and, by the looks of things, not the last. There's enough food here to feed 30 people. Generally you've known these women to be intimidating and somewhat indifferent with you so seeing this new, domestic side of your hosts is surprisingly comforting. Initial nerves are subsiding and you find a spot to park while you chat with your hosts.
You accept the offer of a drink and you're beyond excited for a few minutes of quality time before the other guests arrive. As Bastienne presents you with your drink, she motions for you to sip it first, feeding it to you as she tips your glass up. The liquid hits your lips before it pours down your chest, soaking through your shirt.
"Oh my god! What are you doing??" Bastienne squeals.
You apologize profusely and your face flushes but the last of their eye rolls are complete, they've moved on to chatting about the snacks. Your host picks up a hard candy, unwraps it and offers it to Bastienne, placing it in her open mouth. As you watch this, seemingly innocent feeding, you feel blood rush to your member, the familiar feeling of arousal. Bastienne catches your eye, "Tastes so good, want to try it?". You nod and she sticks out her tongue showing you the wet candy, glistening in her mouth. "Open" she says then spits the used candy at your face as she stares you down. Bastienne bursts out with a loud laugh. The thought occurs to you that perhaps you should defend yourself against this disrespectful treatment but the pulsing in the front of your pants won't allow that.
In fact, you start to think about what else you would be willing to consume.
Your mind is pulled out of the gutter and back into reality when someone asks if you want to try some of her Jello Mold. She's holding a spoonful of black, jiggly jello, smiling at you, waiting for your response. "Sure", you respond, reaching out for the spoon. Bastienne promptly knocks your arm down, catching your wrist. "Not entirely confident we can trust you to feed yourself". They giggle as one holds your arms and the other force feeds you dessert, making a mess all over your face and body.
The next hour is an absolute sensory assault.
You're out of breath and your body is wet and sticky with melted chocolate and beads of candy. By this point you have all four of their feet permanently etched in your memory after being forced to consume a thorough sampling of Halloween treats off of every inch of them. You recall them laughing hysterically as they took turns smashing whip cream into your face with the full weight of their bodies sitting on your face. Being offered some apple juice to wash it all down as they pull their costumes aside and release into your mouth.
Showered, dressed and standing in the cold autumn night outside, you realize, they're was never a party. There were no other guests. They just wanted to MindFuck you. With your pants feeling extra tight and a goofy smirk on your face, you swirl your tongue around your teeth and catch one last remnant of candy.
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~ Treat ~
Your body appears in the darkness, a sacrifice. A string of synapses waiting for permission to rest. The perpetual rhythm, suspended, at the peak of your deepest inhale. A full life lived in the moment between thoughts.
Your silent offering is our SUBMISSIVE SACRIFICE.
Deliberate & Meditative, we divest you of your trophies of comfort, minimized to your most sensitive form. Void of clothing, sounds, words, sight or faculty of your limbs, this is your Erotic Override. A chance to submerge into the cosmic femininity of this season, observing the ever thinning veil between your mind and our will. Our immersive conditioning will find you sleepily grasping at control in the dark, only to have each of your fingers carefully relieved, coaxed back to rest like a sleepwalking child.
The astronomical midpoint between the autumn equinox and winter solstice is the end of the pagan year. A festival of Darkness & Fire. The cold winter that lies ahead represents death & isolation, warm yourself by the fire of our ceremony. Align yourself with the virtue of our instincts. We will bathe you in fire, cleansing you of control, whispering in rounds until you are pure.
We are the ancestors of witches. Experience our Practice.
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