My servitude
I was a teen male virgin, I had just turned 18 the prior week. I longed to have sex with a woman. One of my teachers was very hot, she was 29 and she wore low cut blouses with push up bra. She was a shit teacher, not very knowledgeable or anything, but that was ok by me. One day I hung back at the end of class because I was mesmerized by her boobs. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted, I was too inexperienced, without a thought I just hung back. Finally I got up and began to leave. She said “Would you like your fortune told?” In a seductive manner. I said “Yeah”, hoarsely, because I was shy because I felt awkward being dominated by my hormones. She said “could you come by the house later?” I said “yes”. She told me where to come, which was easy walking distance to her house. I actually just had to go down my alley and around the corner. She said the backyard gate would be left open.
After dinner I told my family I had to go study for English class (Rebecca was my English teacher. I went into my room, locked the door, and then snuck out the window into my backyard. I walked back to the back gate and I slipped out into the alley. I walked back down the alleyway. I felt comfortable and safe even though it was cold outside. It was dusk, and very cold and icy weather. I wasn’t afraid of slipping.
I turned down the right corner and found the gate I was looking for. A yellow bird feeder was handing from a nail pounded into the post the gate hung from. I slipped inside and shut the gate behind me.
Looking ahead I saw a long low house. I came to the back door and knocked. I could see a glow inside which looked like it came from the fireplace. “Come in” Rebecca said.
I entered, seeing a big fire in the center of the room. It was extremely warm inside, at least ninety degrees, and I almost immediately began sweating huge drops. In front of me what I saw was an open fireplace in the center of this big round room. The floor sloped down towards the open fireplace. My teacher Rebecca was standing there dressed in black, and she lay down when she saw me and beckoned me over to her to sit down. I sat down.
She got up and drew a circle around me in black charcoal. Then she wrote some hieroglyphs or other signs that I didn’t understand. I just sat there mesmerized. Just the possibility to touch her froze my mind over. She cut a little piece of my hair with a sharp blade, and threw it into the fire. It made a nasty smell. Then she threw some powder in and it became a sweet smell. After that she said some things that either I don’t remember or don’t understand. There was a big statue over the mantelpiece that she was speaking to. She bowed down to it and she pushed me down also. She said more things in another language.
Finally she undressed me. I was extremely aroused. Then she undressed also, and she guided me inside. I had heard that the first time would be quick, but it was not for me. We went for hours, it must have been near dawn. Anytime I finished I was ready to go again. Finally the fire died down; and once it ceased having active flames I too was done.
Rebecca guided me back to a sub level pool beneath the fireplace with warm water, and washed me up. Then dried me and sent me home.
After that day I became impotent. Rebecca was pregnant, but I remained impotent the rest of my life up until today age 62. I’m not sure what happened with the baby because I graduated and joined the Navy before term.