By acting holier-than-thou

“Of course,” Charity nodded, I could smell the lie in her voice. “But such techniques are not needed once you’ve properly learned to control your body and focus your mind. Now dress for bed and close that window, it’s freezing in here.”

That bitch! She didn’t know anything about what I’d just said and instead of admitting it she was rubbing my failure in my face and ordering me around? I held my tongue, ‘now who’s controlling themselves?’ I thought as I meekly went to the window and closed it before donning my night robe and shivering into bed.

“Goodnight, may the Goddess bless your dreams, sister.” I even managed to keep the snark from coming through in my voice, bonus control points! This meditation was a wonder.

“Goodnight,” she replied blandly.

It was clear that as a new Initiate she barely knew more than I did, maybe less! I would have to ask Mr. Hawk about it next week when I made my weekly delivery pickup with the donkey and the cart as always. Or maybe even tomorrow, if I could finish my chores in time…

I felt my womanhood blush at the thought and pinched my own belly, pushing the pain into my mind in place of the imaginings and remembering of the day. That was also something Mr. Hawk taught me, the orgasm is in the mind, he’d said, if you control that, you control your whole body too.

I rubbed my inner thighs instead of my moist slit. I circled my stomach and pinched it instead of my aching nipples. I could handle this, I was in control, I told myself. Besides, there were other matters to attend to before the night was over, and I needed to concentrate!