The following exchange is from a previous game.  The exhange is between "Master Johan" the master of a secret Temple dedicated to Shoni in the year 948yk.  He is breaking in one of his newest recruits, a woman named Maya.  This exchange is being shared here because of the historical information regarding Shoni and her worship in the continent of Khorvaire in Eberron.   Since this was a game between Rhev as the GM and the player Maya, any reference to "you" refers to Maya.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><hr/><br/>Master Johan stands and holds a hand out to you. "Let's go my dear, we've got somewhere else to go for the next step in your training." He makes no attempt to regain his clothing, perfectly comfortable with his nudity. "I think you can leave those here," he says pointing at your delicate silk stockings. "I've something else for you to wear."<br/><br/>You peel them off carefully and leave them on the couch, now as completely nude as he is. He leads you into the hall and then back away from his workship, deeper into the plateau of the temple complex. He stops at a thick looking wooden door and opens it. Stepping in, you find that it's a dungeon, but you quickly realize that this isn't meant to be an actual dungeon, but a sexualized version of one. You doubt that any actual torture ever goes on here.<br/><br/>Johan pulls you into the room and shuts the door behind you. The room is, like most other rooms in this temple, round. The walls are lit by torches, but as you look you realize they are everburning torches, their flame probably just illusionary. The lack of soot above them gives away the truth. Johan walks to a large wooden cabinet and after rumaging about for a bit pulls out what at first just looks like leather straps. He tosses them at you, and a metal ring in the straps clinks against your left nipple ring, instantly causing it to stiffen. You look downwards, "I'm sorry master, I don't know how to wear this." You're forced to admit.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">nsfw image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.lethallingerie.com/acatalog/lingerie-bondage-leather-bikini-whip-10.jpg)</div></div><br/>Johan looks at you with a chastizing look on his face, "You'll have to learn, but I'll help you this time."  He helps you into the outfit, which also includes leather ankle and wrist cuffs. The leather straps snug up, hugging the crease between your thigh and your still wet slit, leaving free access to all of the most sensitive areas on your body. Johan smiles when it's all done, and nods with approval, "Good, good, you'll be trained in no time."<br/><br/>"Thank-you..." Maya says, just a touch unsure and distracted as she shifts from foot to foot, feeling the straps pull and restrict her as her body moves.<br/><br/>He reaches out and grabs a hold of your nipple rings, one in each hand, and then gently leads you over to a bench. The bench is much higher than the height of a normal bench, but still below the level of your crotch. In addition the bench is shaped more like a saw horse, coming to an almost wedge like point at the top. You see that it's softly padded, but that there's a phallus like dildo attached right in the middle of the sawhorse like bench.<br/><br/>Gingerly, she follows him, utterly helpless to the pull on her sensitive nipples, though the discomfort leaves a warm throbbing in her tits when he releases her in front of the bench.<br/><br/>Certainly enough, when you get to the bench Johan lets go of your nipple rings and licks his fingers. He slides them between your legs, "Still nice and wet. Very nice my pet, we should have a lot of fun with this training. Hop on," he says pointing at the phallus sticking up from the sawhorse.<br/><br/>His fingers brushing over her swollen clit in a very business like manner, give her a jolt that serves to dull his somewhat blase command to "hop on".<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath, exhaling through pursed lips, then answers, "Yes, sir."<br/><br/>She approaches the bench from the side, then swings one leg over so that the phallus is in front of her. She braces both hands against the seat in front of it and lifts her self over the instrument, pausing to search with one hand and align herself. Her head hangs over in concentration, and her braid dangles toward the floor, as she slowly sinks down onto the shaft. Bobbing slightly up and down at first to lubricate the tip before sinking down a good 2/3rds toward the base, her progress slowing toward the end as she adjusts to the unaccustomed angle, that's making her feel full in a different way, as intense (even more so) as it is a discomfort. She feels every bit of it's length within her acutely.<br/><br/>Johan nods approvingly as you slide down the several inch long phallus and settle onto the sawhorse. Maya grunts, as she manages the last inch, sweat beginning to break on her brow.  She closes her eyes, relaxing her torso as best she can in her position.<br/><br/>Reaching back into the cabinet again he pulls out a silken robe and dons it.  It's a very deep blue that looks almost black in the dim lighting of this room.  He also pulls out something small and turns, coming back to you.  "To understand your power, you must understand the church of shoni," he says as he approaches slowly,<strong>"To understand the church of Shoni, you need to understand about the disciples of alrune."</strong><br/><br/>He gets to where you're standing on the sawhorse and grips your left wrist.  Bringing it up so that it sits just below your left breast, he opens his hand and you see what else he had taken from the cabinet.  In his hand are four small locks, he quickly locks the wrist cuff to the metal ring just below your left breast, binding it there with very little room for movement.  He then swiftly does the same with your right wrist, binding it beneath your right breast.  Then with smooth and swift movements he bends down and grabs your right ankle.  Pulling it off the ground he pulls it back and binds it to the back leg of the sawhorse so that it's bent behind you.  Moving around the horse he then does likewise with your right ankle.  Suddenly all of your weight is pressing down on the sawhorse.  The discomfort from the phallus inside you increases, but at the same time your clit rubs against the soft material of the saw horse supporting your weight.  If you push your tip toes down you can releive some, but not all of the weight, but the angle is too odd for you to hold for long.  However you find that the sensation of doing so is also exquisitely pleasurable as you slide up and then back down the dildo.  Johan then places a single tiny key on the edge of the saw horse in front of you, about two feet away from you.<br/><br/>The whole time that he's doing all these motions,<strong>Johan continues to talk, "King Jarot was a king among kings.  A veritable god among men.  Fourty six years ago, in 894 YK, when he died, his eldest should have inherited the kingdom known as Galifar.  However some people considred Mishann a weak man, having ruled poorly over his lands, Cyre, as governer-prince for many years.  Because of this  Mishann's siblings, each princes and princess of their own respective states refused to accept this tradition of succession that had kept the nation of Galifar unified for over almost a thousand years.  This refusal led to the civil war that our world has been embroiled in for nearly fifty years now."</strong><br/><br/>Johan finishes locking your ankle to the sawhorse and steps back, placing the key on the edge and then watching you test the boundaries of your restraints.  You can see his turgid half erect cock bulging through the thin silk robe he's wearing.  After watching you for a moment he walks back to the cabinet again, continuing his speech.<strong>"But let us step back even further.  Let us step back in time almost a thousand years before today.  The year was -45 YK, or fourty five years before the founding of Galifar.  Galifar the First was born in what is now known as Karrnath.  He grew into a great king and eventually at the age of 21 he began a campaign to unite all the various nations on the continent."</strong><br/><br/>Maya's thighs shudder as she attempts several times to support her weight as long as she can, before her muscles start to really ache and she's forced to settle back onto the impaling phallus. The sheen of sweat over her forehead deepens, and the wispy hairs that have escaped her braid cling to the damp skin of her face and neck.<br/><br/>Johan reaches the cabinet and selects a flogger that looks like a combonation of silk rope and leather.  He cracks it against his hand a few times then turns, smiles at you wickedly, and walks back towards you slowly.<strong>"And King Galifar DID unite the kingdoms, at least the ones that mattered.  By the age of thirty five he had united most of the continent under his rule.  Over time he delegated out rule of each area to one of his five children, Cyre, Karrn, Thrane, Aundair, and Brey.  Those areas eventually adopted their governer-prince (or princesses) name as the name for their land.  King Galifar ruled well, decreeing that when he died the rule of all of Galifar would pass to his oldest child, his son Cyre."</strong><br/><br/>Maya's eyes lock onto the flogger, instantly her heartbeat skips and a fresh wave of wetness and arousal eases the discomfort in her pussy.  Often when he had struck her ass earlier, she had felt wanting more and sharper stings.  She bobs gently up the probe and down again several times as he walks toward her.  Seemingly unaware she was essentially and blatantly fucking herself with short easy strokes, too distracted by his lecture and the increasingly antagonizing situation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">img</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.swtchr2.com/rope_flogger_braided_1.jpg)</div></div><br/>At this point Johan is standing inches from you again.  He trails the silk flogger across your back then around your neck, "Now my student, your task is going to be quite simple, in theory.  One of the simpleist cantrips is mage hand, all you have to do is cast it, bring the key to your hand, and release yourself from this bench.  In addition to that, you're going to have to continue to listen to my tale, and memorize it, because what I tell you is crucial.  I don't doubt that under normal circumstances that would be a simple task, but as you can see, you've been somewhat restricted, that would normally make spellcasting very difficult, and this,"  He cracks the flogger against your ass cheeks, "is going to make it even more so.  You're going to have to use verbal components and summon up primal energy however you possibly can in order to make up for the lack of movement."<br/><br/>Maya's breath catches, squeaking in her throat as the knots smack against her ass.  "Y-yes sir," she responds, jerking slightly with her restraints, anchored by the ridged pole inside her.<br/><br/>He smiles wickedly, and you feel the warmth of the blow on your ass where the flogger hit.  It didn't hurt exactly, but the blow was startiling, leaving a cool tingiling sensation where it struck.  Johan leans in, and gripping your chin kisses you on the mouth roughly, his tongue forcing it's way into your mouth.  Then drawing back, "Oh my pet, this shall be fun.  Are you ready to begin?"<br/><br/>You nod, and he continues his speech, occasionally striking out at you with the flogger to keep you off guard,<strong>"Now, Cyre took over in the year 40YK when Galifar, now eighty five, stepped down of his own choice.  Cyre became the leader of Galifar and his children became the governer-princes and governer princess of the five nations of Galifar.  Cyre's brothers and sisters retired their rule of their nations and came to Thronehold, the capital, to become Cyre's advisors for the rest of their lives."</strong><br/><br/>Maya begins in earnest to fuck her self on the sawhorse, grunting with her efforts and beginning to whimper with pleasure and as the flogger strikes her ass randomly, covering both firm, quivering cheeks with pink blotches.  Johan enjoys a good view of the dildo sliding in and out her stretched, pink pussy under her rosy butt.<br/><strong><br/>"This style of rule lasted for almost a thousand years, until King Jarot, as I mentioned.  With a king or queen stepping down and their oldest child taking the rule.  The rule of the 5 nations passing to the children of the new ruler.  But what does all this have to do with our church?"</strong><br/><br/>Maya begins to concentrate her efforts on the spell.  He fucking is more determined.  She jerks less as the flog continues to strike her ass, gasping and whimpering louder as she takes both the discipline of the unforgiving cock and Johan's flogging.  Her concentration on what he's saying slips just enough that she fails to acknowledge his question.<br/><br/>Johan reaches out and pulls on a nipple ring, again breaking your concentration.<strong>  "Why," he says sarcastically, "So glad you asked my dear.  The second king of Galifar, king Cyre, knew he had to have five scions before his father King Galifar gave him the throne.  If he did not have five children, one to rule each nation, there could arise a schism.  Cyre's brothers and sisters could decide that they would keep their nation, leading to Civil War.  But Cyre was having trouble conceiving a child with his wife.  He was afraid that with no successor, his father may select one of his siblings for rule and pass him over."<br/></strong><br/>Maya's head lolls back as he tugs her ring.  Her hands retrained beneath her breasts, palms turned inward, turn upward to grasp her tits.  She kneads her breasts, making eye contact with him for a few moments as he continues to speak and she continues to drive herself on.  Refocusing her efforts on the cantrip.<br/><br/>Johan's cock is hard, the tip of it pokes out of the break in the silk robe,  He's obviously quite excited watching you struggle.<strong> "Now at that time the Church of Shoni was a small church, but wasn't a hidden one.  The church made no secret of it's existence or it's dogma.  The church was approached by an agent of prince Cyre.  He gave us an interesting proposal, 'help him conceive five children, and he would make our church a world power."<br/><br/>Johan's eyebrows raise in excitement, "This was as if the prayers of our devout had been answered, and the high priestess at the time, Alrune, lept at the opportunity.  Alrune met with the prince and his bride in private and they communed with the goddess Shoni.  It was found out that the princess was completely barren and would not be able to conceive a child.  However the goddess answered the prayers of the three and told them what they must do.  Prince Cyre swore on his entire family line that he would keep the church of Shoni in good stead and never would they be turned away.  Then in a ritual that lasted from sun down to sun up, Prince Cyre, his wife, and high priestess Alrune worshipped the goddess as only we do."</strong><br/><br/>Maya channels the primal energy growing as her body responds to the invasion of her restrained body.  Concentrating on the key she continues to absorb the story as she slowly starts to guide it toward her, sliding it along the seat of the sawhorse.<br/><br/>He turns, and cupping your ass, sliding a finger underneath your body to the slick sex impailed on the dildo.  Johan slides the fingertip inside you, next to the dildo, then pulls it out licking it clean,<strong> "Mmmmm, Anyways the three of them had ritual sex for that night.  By the time the sun rose, High Priestess Alrune was pregnant with Prince Cyre's seed.  Then as directed by the goddess the princess and Alrune both grasping a blade firmly, drove it first into the preistess's heart, then into the princesses.  Both fell dead nearly instantly.  Prince Cyre was stunned, but then an avatar of the goddess appeared between the two women, and touching them both brought the princess back to life.  The high priestess Alrune vanished into motes of light and swirling about rushed into the body of the princess.  Then in a blinding flash of light the goddess Shoni was gone, leaving a bewildered prince and princess in their bed chamber now alone.  However it wasn't but a few weeks later that it was found that the princess was now pregnant, and bore Cyre his first child."</strong><br/><br/>Maya cries out in pleasure as his finger spreads her pussy further, delving into her and breaking her magical hold on the key.<br/><br/><strong>"The rumor,"</strong>Johan continues as he flogs your breasts, causing sparks of electricity to run through your body when the silk hits the metal of your nipple rings,<strong> "The rumor is however that the child looked nothing like either parent, and bore a dead resembelance to the high priestess Alrune.  But since it was borne of the princess, of course it was impossible to be otherwise, right?"<br/></strong><br/>Mayas breathing is short, rapid, and punctuated by her responsive squeaks and moans.  Her eyes water and her shaking legs bounce her erratically on the bench.<br/><br/><strong>"Governer prince Cyre was good to his word, bringing power to the church of Shoni, and when he became the King of all of Galifar, he did even more so.  He decreed to our high preistess at the time that we must go underground and work our duties in secret, that there were too many who would look at the religion as proof that he was no more than a spoiled, decadant emperor only concerned with self gratification.  Our priestess agreed and for the next eight hundred and fifty years we were a power behind the throne.  We've assisted kings and queens and nobles and commoners.  We've brought the word of Shoni to millions, and all of it behind the scenes."<br/><br/>"However all of that changed with the death of King Jarot.  When Jarot's oldest Mishann was not accepted by his siblings, we counsiled them all to see the wisdom in keeping to tradition.  However they rejected our plea and across the nation we found that our churches were closed and our worshipers were rooted out as heretics against the soverign host or silver flame.  In order to break the nation, they needed to break our faith."</strong><br/><br/>Maya refocuses, as she feel the beginning tightness of her orgasm pass through her body.  She looks down at the key, so close to her now; opening her right hand to recieve it as she disciplines herself to stay focused through the first waves of her approaching climax.<br/><strong><br/>"And they did.  Here we are almost fifty years later and this is our largest temple, with maybe five hundred members, probably only half of that active members in the church."</strong><br/><br/>Johan turns to whip you, just as you finally manage to levitate the key to your palm, and he smiles, "Excellent work my disciple, very good."  The saw horse is now slick with your orgasmic juices, and your thighs are coated almost down to your knees, and you're exhausted from the effort.  But the praise of your master feels very restorative and after you uncuff yourself he helps you uncuff your ankles and then gently helps you off the sawhorse.  "How about we take a little break and let you relax and clean up now?"  He asks kindly as he supports you on your unstable, shakey legs and begins to unbuckle the leather straps from your outfit.<br/><br/>Stepping back only long enough to step out of the bondage harness, Maya eases her neck and back, returning to Johan to lean against his chest, and turning her head against his shoulder she nods.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>