Chimes of Passion

She grabbed a handful of the dirt in the ground and examined it closely, sifting some through her fingers. With each handful of dirt that she grabbed and slowly released onto the floor below, she slipped deeper into a state of tranquility, remembering those happy times when she was a little girl, playing in the dirt and returning home, filthy, and loving every minute of it. To her, nothing else existed in the world: only this beautiful, aromatic, magical place.

After a few moments of playing in the dirt, she sat back on her hands, staring at the dirt and the walls that surrounded her. She felt a slight vibration in the ground but remained motionless.

Rising up out of the dirt, inside of the circle of flowers, came a tall, slender young woman, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore in a long, flowing red robe that swayed in the light breeze from the hallway. This mysterious stranger smiled solemnly as she held out her hand.

At first, Lynda felt afraid, but the fear quickly dissolved to confusion, and, ultimately, to a sense of purpose. She reached out and took the hand of this girl who stood above her. As her hand gripped the outstretched hand offered to her, she felt a sense of warmth, of beauty, of light. She stood up and gazed into the face of this woman. The woman cracked a slight smile of welcome.

In an instant, Lynda’s mind went blank, replaced with the knowledge of who this woman was, and what this woman wanted, needed, and expected. She knelt down and bowed her head. “How may I serve you, my Goddess?”

The Goddess gestured to command her new servant to stand, which Lynda did wordlessly. Lynda stood upright, her hands hanging limply by her sides, as the Goddess quickly assessed the role Lynda would play in her quest. After a moment, the goddess snapped her fingers, and Lynda accepted her duty.

As Lynda removed her bra and panties, she intoned, “I shall be your voice, my Goddess. I shall enlighten the masses on your behalf.”

The Goddess lowered her left hand and held it a few inches away from the exposed skin between her servant’s legs. Lynda closed her eyes and let a low hum escape from her lips. The pleasure, the warmth, the beauty surrounded her and she was powerless to do anything but surrender to it. She opened her mouth and let out a gasp followed by a low, drawn-out squeal.

If this was the reward for simply dedicating herself to her Goddess, she knew that she must share the Goddess’s teachings for even greater rewards.

“It is time to begin the process of enlightenment, my Goddess. Do you wish to demonstrate your love now, or do I need to go before you?”

The Goddess placed her hands on her hips and stared at Lynda, who immediately knew the answer. Lynda calmly turned around and walked back towards the sanctuary where her friends were starting to grow concerned for her.

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After Irene and Alyssa recounted what Lynda had done, the two men decided they needed to search for their friend. Ron and Pete had nearly reached the door in the back of the sanctuary, when Lynda calmly walked back in.

The two men jumped back, first startled by the return of their friend, but then in greater shock at her complete lack of clothing.

“What’s going on, Lynda? Where’re your clothes and what’s that you’re carrying?” insisted Alyssa, pointing to the bowl of water from the sitting room where they had changed their clothes.

Pete tried to divert his eyes. Lynda had already chastised him once for staring at her tonight, and he didn’t want to cause any further trouble.

Lynda walked past all four of her friends and stood near the altar at the front of the sanctuary. The Goddess had entrusted her with a mission, and soon it would be time to carry it out.

In the ensuing silence, Lynda stood motionless as the four others cautiously approached her, occasionally glancing back and forth at each other, unsure of what to do next. Lynda finally spoke, her tone devoid of emotion, especially for the word choice. “There is such beauty here.”

Alyssa stepped forward and placed her hands defiantly on her hips. “Fuck, Lynda! What’re you talking about? Where’d you go? We were worried about you! Why’re you naked? Aren’t you cold?” A flash of lightning momentarily distracted her.

“The Goddess protects us all,” was Lynda’s cryptic response. Seeing the confusion on Alyssa’s face, Lynda continued, “Unleash your inner goddess and you shall understand.”

“My inner… goddess?”

“All females should embrace their inner goddess. All males should revere the goddesses.”

With a mixture of confusion and fear, Alyssa stepped back, almost losing her balance and bumping into her other friends.

Ron started to laugh, causing Pete and Irene to glare at him. Feeling his friends’ reproachful glances, he hurriedly explained himself. “Sorry. I’m not really trying to offend anyone, it’s just that, you know, I’m supposed to revere this goddess? Alyssa, Irene, do you know your inner goddess?”