Suprema, Witch most high, you schooled me so much in our ceremonies last night; I feel very fresh and psychologically active today ... and sexy!

I see your point; I should be talking to you aloud; it is the next step.  I can look at the picture you have given me to represent yourself and talk aloud.  Amazingly, when I do that I seem to see your eyes sparkle a little and your smile widen a touch.  Of course this is only psychological .... (I hear you say, "But so ...??? And you laugh, not like a girl but like a full woman, a real boss lady.)

You talked a lot, you said to consider it both an education and an indoctrination.

You told me about how Witches enjoy sex ... not like humans but like Witches.  You said that "You all"  don't care for coitus much but prefer inanimate objects, magic objects ... although upon occasion a beast might be employed, a Big Beautiful Beast.  I imagined (or did I) that you pinched my nose and shook my head a little and said "But certainly not a mouse."  I felt rather deflated, nonplussed.

Suprema felt this or saw it in my eyes because for a moment she was very serious and said "If you are a very, very, good little mouse I might train you to be a Bull or a horse, and service us that way too ... her seriousness departed and she said laughed again and said, but of course you must later go back to being a mouse, after all you are so much transportable, pick you up by your tail and drop you in my purse .

She continued, Witches enjoy sex for the pleasure but also because it increases our power, your boy squirts shower our chakras and polish our vanity mirrors.  Your penis is not our primary interest Percy ( she had not called me this before but I instinctively realized that that was now my name ... part of me quailed, such a prissy good boy name and part of me realized that I was sexually responding ... she knew and had through back her head a laughed) ... not our primary interest Percy, we are much more interested in what you call "balls" but which we call "eggs".

 Size counts, big eggs are nice but even more important is quality ... your eggs are not big Percy, again she looked right out from her image and continued , but they are fine golden eggs ... good boy eggs, sweet cream eggs ... Oh yes Percy they are perfect repositories for my nasty pleasure treasures ... perfect repositories for images, ceremonial magic, taboos, and all of the associated emotions and epiphanies.  Laughing again she said, "Yes, soon your eggs will be like my personal coin purses jingling between your legs.  They will be very healthy and happy and even your penis will love them like a straw in a milkshake. 

Besides your eggs we are also very excited by your orifices, naturally your anus and mouth, the two ends of your digestive system are primary, but the other holes in your head as well as your urethra's like mouth, are lovely to ... there is much more to say on this subject ... but right now I am getting a little bored.

 My Suprema then complimented me on my frequent practice sessions with the Tattwa and on my twice daily visits to her temple in my sitting room.

Well, of course I am making all of this up ... and what could be the harm in that, eh?