Wiccan Requests Protection From Master H

My friends and I delved into witchcraft, but not the whimsical, wand-waving kind depicted in Harry Potter. No, our practice was rooted in something more authentic, more primal. We connected with nature, harnessing its energies through rituals aimed at enhancing our lives. Our pursuits weren’t about casting spells or brewing potions; they were about seeking harmony and empowerment in our existence. We sought to transcend the mundane and embrace a deeper, more meaningful way of living.

We had always wanted to do one particular ritual, it had a long complex name but most knew it as the naked forest rite. The ritual typically begins with a cleansing ceremony, where participants purify themselves by washing in a nearby stream or spring. This act serves to rid the body and mind of negative energies, preparing them for the spiritual journey ahead.

Once cleansed, the participants form a circle around a central altar, often adorned with candles, flowers, and other natural elements. The leader of the ritual may invoke the presence of ancient deities or spirits, calling upon their guidance and blessings.

Throughout the ritual, participants may engage in various activities such as chanting, drumming, dancing, meditation, or even sex, all aimed at attuning themselves to the energies of the forest and the cosmos.

My group, or coven, I suppose you could call us, had always wanted to perform this rite, but never had. We were always too concerned about the number of weirdos around, and our safety mattered. But with midsummer approaching, I was determined to find the ideal location. Being a Devon-based coven, Dartmoor was an obvious choice, so I started looking for somewhere. I spent days poring over maps, traveling to different locations, and trying to find the perfect place where myself and the twelve other members could gather for several hours without being seen.

There were thirteen of us for a reason; in our religion, thirteen is a powerful and sacred number. It is associated with lunar cycles (thirteen full moons in a year), fertility, and transformation. So there were thirteen members of our coven, all female. That posed a problem for some parts of the rite, but I was sure I could work around it.

I found it—the perfect place. Plenty of open space nestled within a vast woodland, with a babbling stream nearby and an old fire pit already built. It seemed like fate had led us here, offering everything we needed for a safe and fulfilling ritual. This was it, the ideal location where our coven could gather undisturbed for hours.

My coven was ecstatic, their excitement palpable in the air. Well, most of them were. Angel, however, seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of an all-female gathering.

“Sex is an important part of the ritual,” she had complained during our last meeting, her frustration evident in her tone.

“We don’t need men for that,” someone else had countered—okay, fine, it might have been me—but it was true.

Don’t get me wrong, sex with guys was great, but I found just as much enjoyment in intimate encounters with women. In fact, I looked forward to experimenting with certain members of the coven. Angel, on the other hand, and I’m guessing a few others, would have preferred men to be present. But for me, this ritual was about the rite itself, and we didn’t need men for that.

“There’s a coven I know of in Bodmin; they also have thirteen members, and several of them are guys. We could invite them to join us,” one of the other girls said with a smirk.

“Twenty-six, instead of thirteen, think of the power,” Kia told us. She was our leader, and this idea obviously had her blessing.

It took a few days of negotiation, but in the end, they agreed to join us. However, one slight problem lingered over our excitement: our safety. We hadn’t yet figured out how to ensure our well-being during the ritual. Then, I remembered a website I had stumbled upon several months ago—a local BDSM website. Yes, I know, not the sort of site a good little witch should be visiting, but the stories on there… They did something to me on another level.

Umm yes, where was I, oh yes, the website was run by someone called Master H. He specialized in helping make other people’s fantasies come true. I wondered if he could help us. I mean, all we really needed was security, and he must be used to seeing lots of naked people, right?

So I reached out to his website. I had to complete a profile form, then contact him. I ended up reaching out through his Patreon page, hoping it would be quicker. I explained what I needed and then waited, praying that one, he wouldn’t keep me waiting too long, and two, that he would be able to help us.

It only took a couple of days for Master H’s team to respond telling me that this is not the sort of thing he does, they suggested I hire a security firm. For fuck sake a security firm really. I wanted to cry.

I wrote another email and asked them to at least ask Master H himself. I offered him money, and I am not ashamed to say I offered him my body if he would help us. I rationalized that I would be having sex as part of the ritual, so why not let him have me too? This was fucking important to me, and I would do anything to make it happen. I explained that we did not want normal security, as we would be naked and performing certain acts that may be frowned upon. We needed someone who was used to this sort of thing; we needed Master H.

That was all I could do; I just had to wait. Luckily for me, a response came the next day, telling me that Master H would consider it. They stated that Master H would not demand, nor require, sex as payment. The fee would be in cash only. I can’t say if I was relieved at that or not. I had read a lot of the stories on Master H’s website, and although he never had sex with his clients, a part of me hoped, I guess.

Everything was working out well. Master H promised to be there and perform two roles: provide security for us, should any unwelcome people show up, and serve as a master of ceremonies of sorts. While our coven leaders would run the rite, Master H would oversee the pairings to ensure there was no bickering when partners were chosen for certain parts of the rite. This was an area both our coven leaders had been concerned about, so this was a great compromise. I could not see anyone arguing with Master H.

All that led to twenty-six naked people washing their cares away in a stream on Dartmoor at midnight on the summer solstice. It was probably the best night for our rite, as most people’s focus would be at Stonehenge or other well-known sites, but we were here. We had the perfect location for what we wanted to do. Hopefully with no pring eyes.

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