Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 11:26:58 +0000
From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mystical Sinners Guild Chapter 1

Mystical Sinners Guild

Chapter One	A New Sinner

Richard had got into a rut.  In his thirties, living on his own, never had a
successful long term relationship with a woman, or a man come to that, his
home life had become humdrum, his office job boring, and his career, stuck.
He needed to get out and do something different, something unusual,
something exciting and forbidden, something daring.  This Saturday morning
he was particularly bored.

He had his breakfast of coffee and toast in the kitchen, still in his
dressing gown, as he browsed the Personal ads of the local free advertiser.
Photographer requires male model for personal photos?  Sounded tacky and not
very exciting.  Adventure club seeks new members for daring activity
holidays?  Sounded a bit of a once a year thing.  Now, here was a
possibility: 'The world is full of Sinners.  New members required to punish
the undisciplined.  Dare you join our exclusive Mystical Sinners Guild?  For
more details phone ...'  and there followed a local phone number.

"Hmm!" thought Richard.  "Could be interesting.  Let's find out about it."
He picked up the phone and dialled the number.
A man answered, his voice deep and rounded.
"Is that the, er, Mystical Sinners Guild?" Richard asked, hesitantly.
"What did you want?" asked the voice, without answering the question,
Richard noticed.
"I saw your bit in the Advertiser," Richard explained, "and it sounds like
something I might be interested in."
"Why?" came the simple question, putting Richard on the spot.
"I agree that there is far too much indiscipline around these days," he
waffled.  "I'm in favour of a more law abiding society."
"You'd like to administer punishment?" asked the Voice.
"Yes.  It might liven up my otherwise somewhat humdrum life, and actually be
useful to society at the same time."
He was getting into his stride, now.

"We believe that to hand punishment out, we must be able to take it
ourselves.  We regularly practice on one another, to tone us up for
administering to outsiders.  Would you be willing to learn to take
punishment, as well as apply it?  "
Richard gulped.
"Yes, I guess so," he spluttered.
"You'd better come down and see me, then," suggested Voice.  "We'll have a
further chat, and I'll assess you to decide whether you're suitable to put
forward for initiation."
"Uh huh!" Richard grunted.
"Are you free now?"
Richard agreed that he was, and was given an address by the Voice.
"What is your name?"
"Richard," he replied.
"Very well, Richard.  I'll expect you in about half an hour."

Richard moved fast, shaving, showering, and changing frantically into his
comfortable jogger bottoms, t-shirt and sweater, and trainers.  Soon he was
driving out of town, and seeking The Manse.  It was a big country house with
a long drive.  He rang the bell by the imposing front door.  He waited for a
whole nerve wracking minute.  Was there no one there, or was he being
watched and assessed ... ?

He rang again, and the door opened.  A tall figure wearing a black flowing
robe, stood in the doorway.
"Richard?" his deep voice demanded.
"Yes!"
"I am The Lord of the Body.  Please follow me!"
As Richard followed along a dimly lit passage, he noticed that the robe was
sleeveless, the arms of the wearer being completely bare to the shoulder.

Richard was led down a staircase into the basement of the building, and into
an equally dimly lit room, painted in black.  Around the walls was a
collection of very tasteful photographic erotic art, picked out by
spotlights.  Otherwise there was no other source of light, save for a
flickering flame licking up from a shallow bowl on a stand in the corner of
the room.

"Take a seat!" invited the Body Lord, indicating a black leather sofa
opposite a similarly upholstered chair in which he proceeded to sit.
"How much experience do you have in discipline and punishment?" he asked.
"None!" admitted Richard.  "Does that rule me out?"
"Not at all!" smiled Body.  "In fact, it's an advantage, because, through
our meetings, the acolytes of the Guild, the Hands and Maidens as we call
them, can train you to our standards!"

Richard relaxed visibly.
"Let me first explain, that, as regards discipline, my title of Body Lord
means I am in absolute command of the bodies of all acolytes within the
Guild premises - which is this grand old country house.  If you are a
potential member, even now if I order you to do something with your body and
you disobey, you will be denied membership."

He paused, while that sunk in.  He continued.
"Before I can recommend you for Initiation, I have to be sure you have to
strength of mind and body, and humbleness of spirit, to take punishment as
well as give it."

"How can I prove that?" Richard asked.

"I'll give you a little practical test in a few minutes.  First, let me tell
you something about the Guild.  At initiation you take solemn vows to remain
faithful to the Guild for life, to keep the Secrets of the Guild, and to
abide by the Laws of the Guild.  To help provide that incentive, there is a
deposit of £2000 returnable only after you have attended one hundred
meetings, by which time we think you will have become loyal to us.  To get
your deposit back, you also have to have obeyed the Laws of the Guild, or
have accepted any Punishment decreed by myself or my Seniors for any of the
Laws you might have transgressed during that time."

"Sounds fair enough!" nodded Richard.  I wouldn't dream of breaking your
Laws!"
The Body Lord looked at him sadly.
"Ah!  But we are all Sinners at some time," he said, quietly.  "And so, " he
continued, brightening up, "before I offer you, and you accept, to be
initiated into our Guild, there are a few more things you should know about
us."

The Body Lord clapped his hands, and two Hands entered the room, one dressed
like the Lord, the other in a purple robe.

"You should know that we dress in robes at Guild meetings, and there is an
Acolytes fee (a membership fee) of £500 per year to meet the cost of robes,
which we provide for you, and launder.  For that there are two meetings a
week you may attend, on a Wednesday and Saturday evening, plus a few special
meetings each year."

He glanced at the two Hands who had entered the room.
"We have various ranks of acolyte, and each wears the ceremonial robes
appropriate to their rank, at Guild meetings.  Senior Hands wear robes like
mine.  Junior Hands wear purple robes that are completely open down the
sides.  The third robe is the special Punishment Robe for transgressors.
Each acolyte has one of each tailor made, for use on the appropriate
occasions."

"There is a difference between the Senior's Robe and my own!" smiled the
Lord.  "Look!"
He took hold of the shoulders of the Senior Hand, and pulled.  Richard
thought he would rip the fabric, but then saw the shoulders were joined,
front to back, with Velcro fastenings.  The result was that the entire robe
fell to the ground around the Hand, who stood there, naked save for a black
jock strap.
"You'll observe that Senior Hands are permitted to wear a minimal covering
over the genitals, providing it has been approved by myself!  Until I have
approved it, they go naked under the gown," smiled the Lord.
"Thank you, Hand Peter!" he continued.  "My robe has no such split at the
shoulders, and I am allowed to wear a pair of briefs under my robe, which
must be approved by the Great Master!"
He lifted his robe, and revealed a pair of black Tangas.  Peter picked up
his own robe from the ground, and refastened it.

"Now examine the robe of the Junior, worn by Senior Hand David," suggested
the Lord.  "If you were initiated into the Guild, this would be your robe
until you rose sufficiently in seniority to wear a Senior's robe.

Richard peered at the purple robe in the dim light of the room.  It was
secured around David's waist by a thick emerald green cord with tassels at
each end.  It was tied at his left side.  It was quite narrow cut at both
front and back, only nine inches in width..  Davidf raised his arms sideways
until they were horizontal.  Richard could see the side of the gown had no
fastenings at all at the sides under the armpit, and was open down to the
ground.  It was effectively a rectangular sheet with a hole in the centre
for the head.  Then Richard gasped.  He could see that David, unlike his
Peter in his Senior's robe, wore nothing under the garment.

"Yes!" smiled the Lord with amusement, seeing Richard's dismay.  "Junior
Hands go naked under their robes at all times, and without exception!"

The Lord went to a drawer, and pulled out what appeared to be a folded sack,
and placed it beside David.  Hand Peter stood behind David at a gesture from
the Lord, who stood in front of him.

"When a junior transgresses at a meeting, before deciding what form of
discipline he should undergo, his immediate punishment is to wear his
Punishment robe!" stated the Lord.  "The placing of the robe is administered
by Seniors, in front of all acolytes present, like this!"
He untied the cord around David's waist, and then, with one movement he and
Peter ripped David's shoulder Velcros, each holding a resultant half of the
robe, leaving David standing naked.

The Body Lord handed David the garment, which was a piece of sacking.  David
proceeded to put this on.  Soon he was covered by the coarse sacking, which,
although not open at the sides, barely reached low enough to cover his
buttocks.

"The transgressor wears that robe for the remainder of the meeting,"
explained the Lord, "even after his punishment has been administered.  At
the end of the meeting he must ceremonially remove it in front of the
Populace, and carry it over his arm to the dressing room."

Then he saw the look on Richard's face.
"Don't worry!" he laughed.  "None of this will apply to you until after your
initiation!  Until then you will not have to wear the purple robe, the
sacking robe, nor face the transgression penalties!"
He took Peter's half of the purple gown, folded both halves, and put them
away in a drawer.

"What constitutes a transgression?" asked Richard.
"Disrespect to a Senior, either verbally or physically.  For example, if a
Junior Hand lays his hand on a Maiden's bare flesh, or dislodges her robe.
You will be given a copy of the Guild's Laws on Initiation."

"Stalwarts!" suggested Peter.
"Oh yes!" said the Lord.  "I nearly forgot.  There is one class of acolyte I
failed to mention.  The Stalwart!"
"Where does he fit in?" asked Richard.
"Two Stalwarts act as my attendants and assistants at meetings.  There are
only five Stalwarts at any one time, and they are Junior Males in transition
to becoming Seniors.  They have no authority, save to carry out Punishments
on my behalf.  The robe consists of a cloak, open at the front.  Under the
cloak the Stalwart wears only a black leather slip."

"Any further questions?" asked the Lord.

"How about the Maidens?  What is their attire, and what Laws of
transgression apply to them?"
The Body Lord smiled.
"They follow the same Laws as the Hands.  They also transgress if they
expose their bodies in what is judged as a wanton manner.  Their attire you
shall discover when you read the Laws of the Guild, after your initiation.
Now, before we can consider initiation, let's see if you can pass my little
test of sincerity and obedience."

"What is that?" queried Richard.
"The test is simple.  Merely obey my Body Orders, that we may see you are a
genuine candidate for the Sinner's Guild!"

Richard became distinctly nervous, and at the same time, intrigued.  What
was to follow?

The spotlights were turned off, and the room was now lit only by the
flickering light of the open flame in a bowl.  Over in the corner, the Lord
lit some incense.  Low mystical tones came from the stereo system.  David,
still clad in his Punishment Robe stood behind Richard, whilst the fully
robed Peter, stood facing him.

"Hands! Feel the Body!" intoned the Lord.
"We feel the body!" chanted Peter and David.
Richard felt hands running lightly over his sweater, and over his jogger
bottoms.  He felt like brushing them away, but guessed he had best not
interfere.  After a couple of minutes of this, Richard felt something
stirring.

"Sinner - remove your outer garments!" intoned the Lord.
The Hands stood back, and Richard took this as a sign to remove his sweater,
trainers, and jogging bottoms.  He revealed a white t-shirt and a close
fitting crisp white cotton slip.

"Sinner - part your legs, part them wide!" intoned the Lord.
Richard placed his feet as far apart as he could.

"Hands!  Feel the body!" intoned the Lord again.
"We feel the body!" chanted the hands.
Once again they went into action, this time much closer in.  His penis was
manipulated through the outside of his slip until it was upright, although
not rigid, and one hand inserted itself between his legs, cupping his balls,
separated from the skin of his scrotum by only his thin cotton slip .

"Hands!  Feel the body" intoned the Lord.
"I feel the scrotum!" chanted David from behind, inserting his hand under
the elastic of Richard's slip, and fondling his testicles.
Then the Lord handed Peter a paddle.  Richard's balls were released and by
now he  had achieved an erection.  He hoped the light was dim enough for it
not to be noticeable through his slip.

"Sinner.  Present the hind quarters for beating!" intoned the Lord.
Richard bent over the nearby table.  David grasped his ankles, and spread
his legs.  "Hand Peter!  Punish the Sinner!"
Richard felt the paddle land on the thin cotton covering his buttocks.  Wow,
it stung!  Even that thin cotton must be a blessing, though, it would really
hurt on bare skin.

"The Sinner has been Punished!" judged the Lord.  "Arise Oh Sinner!"

Richard stood upright, striving to keep in the shadows lest the outline of
his erect penis be noticed.
.
"The Sinner has been Punished!" intoned the Lord, again.
"Joy be among us!" chanted the Hands.  "What demand thee in thanks, Oh
Lord?"
"I demand the sacrifice of that item which protected the flesh from the
instrument of punishment!" intoned the Lord.  "The Sinner shall cast it into
the Flame of Glory!"

The Lord indicated the oil-fuelled flame in the corner.
"Sinner, prepare the sacrifice for offering!"

Richard was by now quaking in his socks.  With all the mystical goings on,
his erection had not had a chance to subside.  He reluctantly removed his
slip, furtively pulling down his T-shirt as far as possible at the front.
It just covered his erection, showing just the lower half of his scrotum.

"Sinner!  Do not cower like a coward!  Stand proud and hold the sacrifice
above thy head!"
Richard's plan was thwarted!  As he raised his cotton slip above his head,
his T-shirt rose up to his waist, revealing the glory of his erection in the
flickering light.  Surely this would fail him the test, and bar him from
membership of the Guild.
"Sinner!  Cast the Slip of Protection into the flame!" the Lord commanded.
Richard walked slowly, slip still held aloft, over to the flame, and dropped
his underpants in it.  There was a short burst of flame, and there lay his
slip, a charred wreck.

"Sinner!  Raise your arms aloft again!" intoned the Lord.
Richard did as commanded.
"Hands!  Bare the body!" intoned the Lord.
In one swift movement Peter had pulled his T-shirt off, and David, working
at the other end, removed his socks.

And then the full room lighting was turned on and everyone withdrew.
Richard stood  naked, his erect penis shining in the glare of the light.
They gazed at him for fully one minute before the Lord approached him.

"Well done!  Sorry about the underpants, but that was the final test of your
sincerity.  Your erection was a bonus.  If you'd failed the sacrifice - then
I wouldn't now be inviting you to join us!"
"So I've passed?" asked Richard, with surprised relief.
"Yes, just one more thing before you get dressed.

One of the Hands produced a tape measure, and between them, they measured
him.
"For your robes!  That's all!" smiled the Lord.

Richard pulled his jogger bottoms on, his hard on still raging, whilst the
Lord consulted his diary.
"How would you feel like coming back tomorrow for your Initiation at seven
o'clock?"  he asked.
"Suits me!" agreed Richard.  "But I thought your meetings were on Wednesdays
and Saturdays?"
"Ah!" replied the Lord.  "The Initiation is a very special meeting.  Only
the Grand Master, myself, Seniors and Stalwarts are allowed to attend."

"Prior to the ceremony you must hand over your Loyalty Deposit, and your
Annual Robe Charge," he added.
"You can have that now if you accept plastic!"  smiled Richard. David took
it, and the transaction was completed.

A large sum of money had changed hands.  Richard\hoped it would be a good
investment for his social life and entertainment for the coming year.
"See you at seven, then!" said the Lord, ushering him to the door.


To be continued .....