The poem definitely wasn't about you." Am I getting any credit for inspiring the poem at least?" No."After Felicia and I got off the phone I reviewed ...the last few minutes of our conversation. It probably would have been better if I'd just allowed her to read my poem. I could have explained how I'd changed the context of what had actually occurred before I wound up putting it into the poem I'd ended up writing.The fact that our talk had inspired the poem didn't mean that what I wrote needed to. Jael has a part to read forthe ceremony. "Mistress Mother, like all sissies I am weak and wicked. Ican no longer control my carnal urges, please Mother I crave yourprotection, I beg of you." With that, the Priestess holds up thechastity, and anoints it with some sacred oils and performs a sacredchant, which also, imagine that, makes it easier to slide it on. Wesissies in the front, 'welcome' a fellow inductee into the 'club' bygrabbing our ankles and shaking out chastities to ring our farie. I felt her mouth move as she silently mouthed the words to the song that she knew so well. The sensation of that movement against my shoulder was for some reason erotic. I ran my hands up and down her back. First touching the waist of her jeans and then working my way up past her bra to gently stroke her shoulder blades. ‘Mmmm, this feels nice.’ She murmured as her hands slowly caressed my shoulders and neck. ‘Yes it sure does.’ I mumbled huskily. I was beginning to breath raggedly I was hoping. To my knowledge, we were around long before Christ.“Before He came along, we got along with everyone fairly well. We were the healers and Magicians everyone turned to for all kinds of stuff. However, even before the beginnings of the organization of the Christian religion, there were those who feared us and killed us on sight. Some of us would be helped out by those who knew us and trusted us, but because we could do things no one else could, fear turned more and more of the general populace to.