For the Mistress of Cancer

[steve25805 126,021]

The beautiful and stunningly sexy Nancy was visiting Britain at last. 

We'd been in communication for some time, often sharing similar beliefs, herself teacher to a willing student in all things connected with the Gods and Masters. I'd always enjoyed our online discussions about such things and the seriousness with which she handled all my questions and occasional doubts. Early on I grew to admire her knowledge and intelligence, and the wondrous depths of her soul.

But she was also awesomely sexy and erotic, with a shared interest in the pee fetish which is such a large part of our sexuality. And she drew no distinction between sexuality on the one hand and high spirituality on the other as so many religions do. For her, eroticism and spirituality compliment each other. They naturally fit together, with sex itself an integral part of higher spirituality and all deeper meanings of life. Even the Gods know this.

So on this day she was actually coming to meet me in my flat, where a long held erotic fantasy of mine was to be fulfilled. But it wasn't just for me, or for her. In our discussions I'd become aware of the Mistress of Cancer and that I am part of her legion. She is not a God as such but a highly developed human soul who no longer takes on physical form. And I have been meditating on and thinking of her, letting her know of my interest.

I was of course both nervous and excited about meeting Nancy. For she was going to fulfil a long standing fantasy of mine by peeing on my living room carpet. It would be a highly erotic moment for both of us, but more than that. It was being done also as an offering for the Mistress of Cancer. I wanted her to know that this kinky act was an offering to her.

So before Nancy's arrival I fought down my nerves and excitement and filled my thoughts with meditative imagery of the Mistress of cancer, sharing with her in my mind what was to come. It was going to be as much for her as for me.

When Nancy arrived and knocked on my door, upon opening it I was almost dumbstruck by her awesome sexiness and for a moment was lost for words and clueless about the social niceties. She sensed all this and smiled, breaking the ice by jokingly asking if I was ever going to get around to inviting her in, with an accent that was also so incredibly sexy. She was wearing a beautiful red dress the colour of blood but - as I was to discover shortly - no knickers underneath.

We talked about many things - the Gods, porn, football, food, scooby doo - because she sensed a need to fully relax me I think to create the right atmosphere.

Then at the right time, with curtains closed in a slightly darkened room, Nancy set out some candles upon a table I had prepared and lit them in order to help in the summoning of the Mistress of Cancer. We both silently thought of her for a while to make sure she heard us, and I could truly feel her presence. It was like knowing that approving eyes are watching unseen. I think Nancy sensed this as well because with a grin she lowered herself into a squat in the middle of the room, hoisting the back of her dress above her gorgeous ass, exposing her beautiful pussy at the same time. Then with a hissing sound, she was pissing, filling the room with the sound of it splashing down onto the carpet. An ever growing puddle was forming beneath her, the centre of it growing saturated, as she carried on pissing with total abandon and obvious glee. 

And I could sense - almost feel - the approving presence of the Mistress of Cancer, watching this naughty piss and knowing it to be an offering especially for her. And I felt that right at that moment, as Nancy's pee splashed down, everything was just perfect. Just so right. And the Mistress of Cancer was at one with us.

What happened after that? Well that is perhaps another story, but suffice it to say that Nancy stayed for a little while, though she didn't actually stay dry if you catch my drift. But all that occurred between us seemed so totally spiritual as well as erotic. And throughout, the Mistress of Cancer looked on approvingly.

[spywareonya 37,961]

@steve25805

I had heartbeat from start to finish

I have read many account in the Dark Web of real magicians having occult experiences and sharing them for databases of the Coven

But believe me... this could fit into them, and nobody could notice the difference

The Axé (pronounced A (like the U in US) - she - é ( last E like E in DERAIL) of this story is almost like a real account

 

It symphons energy to a level it embarassed me

I felt like I was once again in the times when I got a Coven to make magick with

Oh Goddess… be sure that the Mistress appreciated

This is amazing