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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/b>Swami Kamiprajna settled himself onto his devotional cushion, anticipating the arrival of his new disciple. She had been coming to hear his teachings for several weeks now, and she showed all the signs that she was ready. She followed his every word with rapt attention, and looked at him with wide, glistening eyes through the chanting service when his lecture was concluded. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Last week, at the conclusion of his talk about \u201cwatering the flower of wisdom within,\u201d she had worked up the courage to pose a question. \u201cIs it possible,\u201d she had asked breathlessly, seemingly overcome by awe, \u201cfor me\u2026I mean for someone\u2026to overcome sensual desire?\u201d That was when he knew that he could summon her for a private \u201cinterview\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This was a scene Bill Parsons had played out many times in recent years. His guru, a wizened yogi in Andhra Pradesh, had given him the name \u201cKamiprajna\u201d when he skipped out of Yale Law and flew to India in search of enlightenment in the 70\u2019s. Back then he was deeply committed to the spiritual path, and eager to share his insight with people back here in California. But over time he found that the flesh was weak. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She entered the meditation chamber, and Kamiprajna had to fight to contain himself. She was beyond beautiful; she was sexy in a way that made him want to get on all fours and howl like a wolf. Her legs went on forever, and her breasts were full and shapely in a way that one only seemed to encounter in classical art or dreams. She wore a short dress that showed all of her curves, and her legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings that glistened temptingly in the soft lighting of the meditation chamber.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNamaste,\u201d she said, pressing her palms together and favoring him with a shy glance from her exquisite green eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCome sit here by me, my child,\u201d beckoned Kamiprajna, patting a cushion set up adjacent to his. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her perfume engulfed him as she arrayed herself on the cushion, leaning toward him invitingly. \u201cThank you for granting me this private meeting, Swami,\u201d she breathed.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou have been a most attentive pupil,\u201d he replied, leaning close and gazing intently into her eyes. \u201cI can tell you are a serious seeker on the spiritual path.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, yes, Swami. I hope to be as serious as you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As she spoke, Kamiprajna broke eye contact and let his gaze travel over her magnificent body. He did not catch any irony in her tone. \u201cI was intrigued by your question about sensual desire,\u201d he mused in a voice of feigned detachment. \u201cYou are troubled in this way?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Swami,\u201d she confessed, leaning closer so that her breasts almost grazed the sleeve of his robe, and so that he could feel her breath on his neck. \u201cI\u2019m gripped with the desire for a man\u2019s touch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Kamiprajna had been down this road many times, and knew its signs. He placed his hand upon her thigh. She moaned softly at Kamiprajna\u2019s touch, sending a jolt of longing through his cock. \u201cI can help you with these feelings, my child,\u201d he cooed. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBut my problem runs very deep, Swami.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow so, my child?\u201d asked Kamiprajna, running his hand down past her knee, to the slope of her calf.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt is not just my<\/i> feelings\u2026the feelings I arouse in men are very intense\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes?\u201d Kamiprajna\u2019s breathing was ragged and swift, his heart was racing. His hand traveled back up her perfect leg, retracing the arc of her thigh.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI have a hypnotic effect on men. They become mesmerized by my beauty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhen\u2026does this happen my child?\u201d Kamiswami said this with some difficulty, slurring his words slightly.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s happening to you right now, Bill.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It was her voice, but the words came through Kamiprajna\u2019s consciousness hazily, as if from far away. Without him realizing it, his vision had become blurry around the periphery. Only her enticing form was in sharp focus. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat did you call me?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYour desire for me overwhelms you, Bill. You\u2019ve had many women in here like this, haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026.many\u2026\u201d he heard himself confess, without intending to do so. \u201cWhat is happening?\u201d he found the willpower to ask.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve worked my spell on you. You are in the power of Mistress Marquesa. Say it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI am in the power of Mistress Marquesa.\u201d Bill no longer had control of his own voice. Another was speaking through him.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd what am I, Bill?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill Parsons was confused. How did he get here? Why was he on his knees? Only one thing was clear. The woman he was kneeling in front of was the most beautiful he had ever seen. What was she? Who had asked the question? It didn\u2019t matter\u2026he knew the answer. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou are a Goddess,\u201d Bill intoned reverently.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat is right, Bill. Now worship me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill went forward on this hands and knees and kissed the feet of the Goddess before whom he had prostrated himself. He did not notice the gasps of all the people in the room, just as he did not remember being led out of the meditation chamber into the main sanctuary of his \u201ctemple\u201d. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYour \u2018swami\u2019 is now My slave,\u201d the Goddess told the assembled disciples. \u201cYou heard him confess to having his way with many women. I will make him do penance for all of them he has abused. He has seen the light: there is no truth higher than his desire for Me. Anyone who wants to join him as my slave can come find Me. I am Goddess Marquesa.\u201d The looks of shock and disillusionment on the disciples\u2019 faces broadcast how painful the truth about their guru had been to learn. None of the stunned crowd watching could make any reply other than to stare in rapt awe.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa started for the door. As She exited, the crowd parted for Her spontaneously; several of them fell to their knees. \u201cHeel, boy,\u201d the Goddess ordered, and Bill Parsons obediently crawled after Her.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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