PENA'S STORY: Part 10: Mark's Initiation

Although it was men that made the majority of business decisions, it was considered normal in our culture for that man to hand over his unopened pay packet to his wife (or mother) for wise marketing and housekeeping. The ancient societies of the Philippine Islands applied the same logic to more spiritual matters. Only a woman could be an Elder. They administered the rituals using feminine intuition and Motherly Love to guide them. Men took on a secondary but necessary role in the day-to-day running of the societies.

So far I only had dealings with female members of the society. Alicia summoned me to her office one afternoon, informing me that I was to assist in the induction of a new male recruit. I was to place a musk-moistened cotton strip within my labia and wear a full-length dress. The new recruit was already in Alicia's office when I arrived. His name was Mark and he was slim and tall. Mark's father was a bank manager and a member of the Society; he had taken on his son as a trainee. Alicia had interviewed Mark the evening before. He had affirmed his eagerness to join and was willing to submit to any necessary ordeal. I cast my mind back to my own interview hours after I had graduated from law school and the events that took place the following day.

Alicia took me to one side and gave me my instructions. I was to go down to the dressing room, remove all my clothing and don a white robe. I was then to open the Green door, enter and wait in a small alcove to the right of the room. Alicia stood behind me and I could feel her nipples brush against my back as she slipped a cord around my neck. I felt something cold slipping down slowly between my breasts. I remembered the golden key and happily made my way down to the basement. I entered the chamber and sat down in a soft chair in the alcove. The lights slowly dimmed as I waited and I was enclosed in darkness. I spread my legs wide causing the sides of my robe to part. My genitals began to feel warm and I could smell the musk spreading through the room. A feeling of peace flooded through my whole being.

A few minutes later I heard the green door open and then close again. At some point the lights slowly brightened. I could not see what was going on but felt sure that Alicia was preparing Mark for the Offer of Membership. Alicia began to chant and I felt my nipples tingling as they swelled and hardened against the soft cotton of my robe. Alicia whispered, summoning me to her presence. A voice told me that the musk-soaked cloth should remain in the alcove so I placed my right thumb over my dimple and gently parted my labia with my first two fingers, encountering a slick wetness within. I slowly teased out the cloth and placed it in a small receptacle beside me. I stood, adjusted my robe and walked majestically into the main chamber.

Alicia and I stood side by side at the foot of the couch. Mark was lying naked before us. His eyes were closed and he was totally relaxed. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed our presence. Alicia told Mark to stand and approach her with hands on his head. Alicia began a chant and released the cord round her waist. As her robe slid to the floor, she placed both hands on Mark's shoulders and he slowly sank to his knees. The chant continued. Mark leaned forward and I could see his tongue make contact with Alicia's dimple and slowly slip downwards. Alicia took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Our eyes met. I knew I must offer my own already wet genitals to Mark and allowed my robe to fall to the ground. Mark shifted his body and positioned himself in front of me. I could feel his warm breath against my pubic mound and after quite a long pause I felt the tip of his tongue against my dimple. He was clearly inexperienced and I formed an image in my mind of a tongue exploring and probing the space between my labia. Mark slowly began to lap gently up and down and I allowed my mind to clear. I gently placed my hands on Mark's head and he slowly rose to his feet.

I allowed my eyes to focus on Mark's genitals that were nestling in a forest of dark tangled hair. He had clearly undergone the Tuli ritual as an adolescent. The top of his glans was bare but there was a lot of loose skin dangling below. Alicia explained to Mark that he would have to undergo the ritual of Freeing the Soul. He would be re-circumcised to render the shaft skin tight and the glans totally free of skin. Mark replaced his clothing and waited outside the cloakroom as we changed back into our own clothes. We went back to Alicia's office and sat down around the big table. Alicia served us fresh mango juice and explained the details of acceptance to Mark. He understood that once he had committed to membership there was no going back. He knew the penalty if he failed to turn up for his initiation. He nodded and signed all five copies of the form. He stood, shook hands with us and departed.

Alicia and I talked for a long time as we slowly sipped our mango juice. Alicia asked me if I had seen a fully circumcised penis before. I hadn't! She smiled and told me that I would get the opportunity very soon and asked me to stay for dinner. I accepted, realizing that was going to happen after the meal. Alicia's husband Francisco had been my professor in law school so I knew him quite well. The three of us went downstairs, changed into robes and entered a meditation chamber. I was asked to kneel in front of Francisco and slip off my robe. I did so and took a calming breath as Francisco opened his own robe. My eyes gazed upon my very first tightly circumcised penis. I found it very pleasing to the eye. His glans was totally unencumbered and had assumed a nice mushroom shape. The scar was about 10 mm below the bottom of the glans and was perfectly straight. We dressed and Alicia drove me home. That night as I lay naked on my bed I began a gentle slow stroking around the perimeter of my clitoris and realized I wanted a man of my own. But he would first have to be tightly circumcised...

part 11 to follow...
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