https://www.loverslab.com/blogs/entry/26376-the-temple/The Temple It was midafternoon by her reckoning when she slowly pushed aside the branches hanging low over the stream and looked out across the clearing at the ancient temple. Sure enough, the stream she had been following flowed out through a channel between the pillars supporting the entryway. She quickly stepped out and jogged across the open ground towards the entrance. It was too late in the day to start her exploration, but she could at least get a head start on figuring out how to get in. These ancient ruins never seemed to have a simple door, instead relying on various convoluted puzzles you had to solve to gain entry. Sure enough, there was only what looked like an eye carved into the face of the 'door' with some kind of jewel set in the middle, where the pupil would be. A line of text was carved above the eye, and there appeared to be carvings of two people on either side with their hands in the air, looking as if they were throwing something away. It took her a few minutes to decipher the line of text; “When the eye greets the sun, Cast off the trappings of fate, for only the pure may enter” Nyarra looked up at the sky and took her bearings. "guess I'm waiting until dawn to get in anyway. Not sure what the rest of it means, but I'm sure it'll come to me" Moving back towards the edge of the clearing, Nyarra quickly set up her camp and went about trying to find enough dry fuel to make a small fire. As twilight took over the clearing, Nyarra took the pot of tea off the fire and poured herself a cup, then settled back into her bedroll. Setting her cup down, she reached into her pack and pulled out the old book the merchant had given her. “Take this book my dear, you might like it. You seem the type” he'd said cryptically. She didn't know what he'd meant by that, but she wasn't going to pass up a free book – they were expensive after all. Paging through the book in her little room at the inn, she discovered that it was a collection of very descriptive erotic stories that made her blush furiously. Definitely not something to be read in public. Nestled in the middle of the book were a couple of loose pages written in a strange language. Translating those pages took her a couple months, and that translation had lead her to this place in the middle of the southern rainforest. Taking a sip of her tea, Nyarra opened the book to continue reading 'Lola's Secret' Her heart fluttered a little as she read how the girl in the story was gagged and whipped for being clumsy, but she secretly enjoyed the punishment. “What would it be like to be the girl in that story”, Nyarra thought to herself. “taking pleasure from pain, but struggling not to be too obvious about it.” Setting the book down, Nyarra yawned deeply and realized it was getting too dark to read, even by the light of her fire. “enough fantasizing Nyarra, you have a temple to explore in the morning” she gently chided herself. “after all, they're just stories” Closing her eyes, she snuggled down deeper into her warm bedroll and tried to go to sleep ************************************************************************************************* The cute redhead flicked her tongue across Nyarra's nipple before gently sucking it into her mouth. Her hand slipped down between Nyarra's legs and she slowly worked her fingers into her wet pussy, plunging in and out in a steady, rhythmic cycle. Nyarra moaned and grabbed the back of the girl's head as her legs spread open more. The steady rhythm of the girl's fingers in her pussy was pushing Nyarra closer and closer to orgasm. The mouth fastened to her nipple started to suck harder and tugged her breast. Pulling back her head, the girl let Nyarra's breast pop free of her mouth just as her fingers plunged deep into her pussy again. "Oh, goddess, I'm going to cum!" Nyarra cried, her hips lifting off the bed "I'm, I'm, Oh. Oh. " Nyarra sat bolt upright in her bedroll, her breasts heaving, sweat running down between them. Clutching her hand to her breasts, she found her nipples were rock hard and she felt a heat between her legs she hadn't felt in a long time. "just a dream, she whispered to herself." "but my god, what a dream" She smiled as she caressed her breast, her other hand sliding under her blanket and between her legs. The sensitivity of her clit and the moistness confirmed that at least her orgasm hadn't totally been a dream. Absentmindedly licking her fingers clean, Nyarra furrowed her brow. She hadn't had a wet dream like that in a very long time. “That's what you get for reading erotic stories before bed when you are camped outside an ancient temple devoted to a goddess of love, I guess” Crawling out of her bedrol, she stirred up her fire and put the tea back on to warm up. Looking at the sky, she figured dawn was maybe a little over an hour away. Enough time for some tea and something to eat. She pulled her clothes on and packed up her bedroll quickly, then settled down for some breakfast. The sun was just touching the top of the temple entrance when she packed away her cup and threw dirt over the fire. Slinging her pack over her shoulder, she walked back across the clearing to puzzle over the carvings again. Looking closely at them, she was able to easily determine that both figures were female, but she still wasn't sure what they were throwing in the air. As the glow of dawn light crept down the face of the door, Nyarra absently scratched an itch that was developing on her arm. "damn bugs" she thought as she tried to chase the itch down. It almost seemed to be deliberately evading her. She set her pack down and took off her jacket in an effort to scratch the elusive itch. The itch vanished from her arm and reappeared on her stomach. As she pulled her shirt up get at it, it quickly moved down under the waistband of the her pants to settle on her inner thigh. With her shirt pulled up above her breasts, she quickly shoved a hand down her pants to try to get at the itch. "Damn itch! Stop hiding! Every time I pull my clothes aside to...get...." "My god, that's it" Her eyes widened in realization as the meaning of the ancient writings suddenly made sense to her. "I have to be naked in order for the door to open. Makes sense for a temple of love, I guess” She quickly peeled her clothes off and stuffed them into her pack, then made her way closer to the temple door. As the sun's rays moved down over the door, Nyarra stood in all her glory in front of the jewelled eye. There was a slow pulse of light from the eye that washed over her bare skin, then a rumble as a line appeared in the middle of the door and the two halves slowly swung open. Picking up her pack, she quickly ran through the door and into the antechamber beyond. She could always put her clothes on after she was inside. Dropping her pack, she slowly looked around the antechamber. The room was lit by several clusters of glowing orbs hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered in carvings that looked...interesting, at first glance, and there were statues arrayed around the perimeter. Very....erotic...statues. She could feel herself blushing as she looked at what some of the statues were depicting. Captivated by the scene around her, Nyarra did not notice the door slowly closing behind her. The sound of the door closing with a resounding "thoom!" finally broke through to her senses. "Dammit! I should have thought to wedge the door somehow. Hopefully I can figure a way out of here. I'd rather not become a permanent resident" "at least there's light in here. Some kind of permanent light spell in those globes. If I can manage to get a couple of those out of here, I know a few scholars that would pay handsomely for one of them.” “Alright, enough musing. Time to get dressed again and have a better look at this place.” Nyarra took her shirt out of her pack and pulled it over her head. Almost immediately, an irritating itch sprang up between her shoulder blades. “Ah! Hell!” The itch disappeared when she pulled her shirt back off. “Oooo.kay. I guess this place really doesn't like clothes. I've never had to explore one of these old ruins naked before, but there's always a first time for everything. Thankfully it's actually warm in this place, and not like that tomb up north last year” Leaving her pack on the floor, Nyarra looked around at the room, noting that the floor was remarkably clean of dust; spotless, really. It was shiny black marble, interlaced with veins of gold running through it. And it wasn't cold on her feet. Like the air in the room, it was warm to the touch. Getting down on her hands and knees, she had to look very closely to even see the join lines between the blocks, they were that perfectly placed and aligned. ”Incredible craftsmanship” she breathed. She had never seen stonework this fine. Standing up, she looked around at the overall layout of the room. Directly opposite of the door she had come in was a hallway stretching off into darkness. There were a total of eight statues in the room, all carved from shimmering white marble, one in each corner and two flanking each entryway. The walls were carved with intricate scenes that seemed to blend one into the other around the full circumference. “may as well check out the statues first” she mused.”they seem to be fairly lifelike” Nyarra decided to start with the statue to the right of the hallway, then work her way around the room in a clockwise fashion. The first statue depicted a well-proportioned girl with some kind of silver collar around her neck, kneeling on the floor with her head bowed down. A beautiful woman dressed in a flowing low cut dress stood before her with her left hand placed on top of the kneeling girl's head. 'was the girl a servant of some kind?' she wondered. Nyarra blushed a little when a closer examination of the statue revealed the kneeling girl seemed to have some kind of plug in her ass. Shading of the marble seemed to hint at a difference in skin tone over the girl's buttocks, as if the model had been recently spanked. Surely that had to be some kind of trick of the light? Nyarra had never seen stonework this well done - the artist had truly been a master. “Magical help, perhaps? There's no way this could have been done with ordinary tools” The next statue showed the same kneeling girl, but this time she was on her hands and knees, back arched downward and her ass pushed up. Her eyes were half-closed and she seemed to be gently biting her bottom lip. The gowned woman was standing behind her with a paddle raised in her right hand. Again, the coloring of the marble seemed to show that the girl was in the middle of getting a good spanking. Nyarra absently rubbed her hand over her own ass. She could almost feel the paddle striking the girl. She thought fondly of the time Erik had taken her from behind and had smacked her ass a couple of times while he railed her. Not really hard, but the slaps had sent a shock through her at the time, seemingly intensifying the feel of his cock buried in her pussy. “Gods, what is this place doing to me? Why is a statue of a girl getting spanked making me feel this way?” Nyarra quickly moved over to the next statue, but this one wasn't any tamer than the last one. The gowned woman was standing with her legs spread, an ornate goblet in her right hand. Her left hand was holding her dress pulled to one side exposing her pussy. The same collared girl was kneeling before her, hands bound behind her back with leather cuffs. Her face was lifted up between the woman's thighs with her tongue out, clearly licking her pussy. The detail was remarkable, the carving going so far as to show a difference in the shinyness of the woman's pussy and the girl's lips and tongue, as if they were wet. Nyarra's hand strayed down the front of her body and between her legs as her mind wandered. She could vividly remember the cute little blonde girl that she and Erik had rescued from the bandit camp, down on her hands and knees between Nyarra's legs, licking her pussy. Erik had been content to watch for a bit as Nyarra and the girl had pleasured each other before finally joining in and givng them both a good screwing. Nyarra half-closed her eyes as her fingers slowly slid back and forth over her pussy lips. A jolt from her clit snapped her out of her thoughts. “What the hell! Temple of love? Seems to me this place is more like a monument to lust, with bondage gear thrown in!” Nyarra squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands into fists, trying deperately to clear her mind of the sexual thoughts coursing through it. Shaking her head, she turned away and moved on to the next statue, this one bracketing one side of the door she had entered. The gowned woman was now depicted kneeling on the floor behind the bound girl, her hand on the back of the girl's head. The girl's back was arched, pushing her breasts forward and she was looking up with her mouth wide open. A statue of a naked man stood before them, erect cock sticking out. Clearly the gowned woman was holding the girl's head to push it down onto the man's cock. Nyarra reached out to feel the delicate carving work on the statue, the well-chiseled muscles of his chest, the flat stomach muscles.........her fingers traced down over the marble cock, feeling the carved veins, the slight curve of its shape. There was even a drop of fluid leaking out of the tip. Nyarra's left hand strayed back to her pussy and she started to play with herself as her right hand continued to delicately trace over the marble cock in front of her. Her eyes closed and her mind wandered back to the campsite a year ago. Erik was lying on his bedroll, one hand rubbing Nyarra's pussy as her head bobbed up and down on his thick cock. He'd just fucked her and she could taste her pussy juice on his cock as she ran her tongue over the tip then took him into her mouth again. She could feel his balls tightening as he got close to orgasm. She could feel her own orgasm approaching as his cock twitched in her mouth and she could taste the first drops of cum squirt into her mouth. “Aaah!” Nyarra screamed as she suddenly came to her senses, one hand buried in her pussy while her other hand was stroking back and forth on the marble cock in front of her. “Nyarra, what the fuck are you doing?!” she yelled “you're supposed to be exploring this temple looking for treasure, and here you are jerking off a marble statue and acting like a bitch in heat” “it could have been worse, I guess. I could have been trying to fuck the statue” Nyarra started to imagine the feel of that well-carved marble cock sliding into her pussy “No! Get ahold of yourself girl. Do not fuck the statues, no matter how tempting it may seem” Nyarra sat on the floor and hung her head down, deliberately tearing her gaze away from the statue in front of her. “between that book, the dream last night, and now these statues.......what is happening to me? Why am I starting to feel like a wanton slut, remembering events that are similar to these statues and getting turned on?” Nyarra looked at her fingers that were wet with her own pussy juice. She'd always liked how she tasted, she thought as she stuck them in her mouth and licked them clean. Nyarra lay back down on the floor and stared up at the glowing globes above. “there must be some kind of ancient magic in this place that is affecting my mind, stirring up old memories. I haven't thought of Erik in almost a year, not since he broke my heart and ran off with that blonde girl” “she was always so accommodating to his desires, more so than I was. Would he have stayed if I had been more submissive? More adventurous in bed? He was always more energetic on the odd occasion when I let him tie me up. And I admit, it was kind of thrilling to be helpless under his touch, but the practical side of me always won over in the end. I didn't want to lose my independence. I didn't just want to be someone else's servant.” A strange thought echoed through her mind “they are not mutually exclusive. You can always choose to submit and serve on your own terms” “but you must be willing to take that step on your own. A true submissive is not the same as a slave” “A slave serves because she must. A submissive serves because she wants to” “What is it that you truly want, Nyarra? Search your feelings, let your desires guide you” Nyarra bolted upright. Where had that thought come from? She scrambled to her feet and looked around the room, but there was no one else there. With that second thought in the forefront of her mind, Nyarra took a closer look at the statues, picking up on details she had missed the first time around. The collar around the kneeling girl's neck had no lock, just a simple buckle that could be undone easily – she wasn't wearing it because she had to, she was wearing it because she wanted to. It was a symbol of her submission. She could have taken it off at any time. The look on her face while getting spanked – it wasn't pain or fear in her eyes, but happiness. She was enjoying the punishment. As the bound girl was licking the woman's pussy, she was happy. Grateful, even, to be allowed to perform such an act for her mistress. And as for the naked man, the girl was excited that she was going to have his cock in her mouth. Her mistress was instructing her on how to do it right. Nyarra realized that her translation of the old pages had been correct, but her interpretation had been wrong. This was a temple of love, but a love of submission, not the kind of sappy, happy ending kind of love that the storybooks always told. Even the girls in her book were not slaves. They submitted to their situations because they wanted to. They were excited by the feeling of being helpless at times, but they were still their own person. They retained their own identity. Nyarra walked back to the first statue and knelt down beside it. She slowly traced her fingers around the collar on the girl's neck, imagining something similar around her own neck. “What would it feel like I wonder? To willingly put on a collar such as this one and give over your will to someone else for as long as it was around your neck” Nyarra got up and padded over to her pack in the middle of the room. Taking out her blanket, she placed it on the floor and sat down, then took out her waterskin and had a drink. Her mind was racing, full of erotic thoughts and strange feelings. She'd been tied up and spanked before, and it had given her a thrill at the time, but she hadn't fully committed to the sensations. What would it feel like to give in completely? To let go and lose herself in the moment? When she came out the other side, would she still be Nyarra, intrepid explorer, or would she be someone else? Would she wind up just as someone's servant, living out the rest of her life submitting to the whims of another? Would she instead be some amalgamation of both? Nyarra nibbled on a trail biscuit as she pondered this conundrum. As her eyes swept across the room, she could feel her smouldering arousal still nestled in her loins. “gods, the affect this room is having on me is distracting, to say the least. Maybe if I do something about it, it will go away and I'll be able to think straight” Stuffing the half-eaten biscuit back in her pack, she pulled out the large dildo she kept in there for 'emergencies'. Lying back on her blanket, she closed her eyes and caressed her body, sliding the dildo up and down the length of her pussy, getting it wet. Slowly she pushed it inside as her other hand played with her breasts and quickly hardening nipples. It didn't take long for her already stimulated body to flare up as she worked the dildo in an out of her pussy. Working herself in a steady rhythm, she let her mind slip away as the orgasm built, heat spreading through her body from her loins. The image of the red-haired girl from her dream appeared in her thoughts, her hands caressing Nyarra's body as her lips and tongue teased and sucked on her hard nipples. Nyarra's hips began to writhe and buck on the blanket as she worked the dildo faster and faster, plunging it deep into her pussy in hard strokes. The girl in her mind reached down and shoved her fingers into Nyarra's ass and sucked hard on her nipples. Nyarra's back arched up off the blanket and she cried out as with one final stroke of the dildo her orgasm broke through and washed through her body. Nyarra dropped back down onto the blanket and gasped as her body continued to twitch with the aftershocks. With trembling fingers, she slowly pulled the dildo out of her dripping wet pussy, a soft moan escaping her lips as it slid free. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal and her mind settled down. With the tension gone, she was starting to feel a bit more like her normal self. “ah, much better” she mused as she ran her tongue over the dildo, licking the wetness from it. “But where did the girl from my dream come from?” she wondered. No matter. Her mind was feeling clearer and she could at least think straight again. Packing the dildo away, she moved into a cross-legged position on the blanket and had another drink of water. “gods, I'm a hot mess, but at least I can think again.” “so tired though. I haven't cum that hard in a long time. Mind you, it's been a long time since I've had anything more than a quick dalliance with another person, and doing it myself is nice, but it's just not the same” “maybe I'll have a quick nap, then get back at it. I still have to figure out how to open the door, or hope that there is another exit further in” Nyarra pulled her pillow out of her pack, fluffed it a bit then rolled over and lay her head down. “thank the gods it's warm in here” she muttered as she closed her eyes. ******************************************************************************************** Nyarra found herself in the middle of a busy street, people going to and fro about their business around her. The air was redolent with the smell of fresh baked bread and summer flowers. Shops and tenements lined both sides of the smooth cobblestoned road. Ahead of her, the road opened into what appeared to be a large market square. “what is this place, I don't recognize any of this” she thought “We are on Baker street, in the city of Dagesh, a prosperous trading hub in the Southern kingdoms” said the red-haired girl beside her. “Dagesh? I've never heard of it” “I'm not surprised. It fell into ruin several centuries ago when trade routes shifted. As business dried up, the people moved away. Nature now reigns in her desolate streets” As Nyarra looked about at the strange southern architecture, she heard the sound of hooves on the road behind her. She moved to the side to allow the horse to pass and was shocked when it was no horse that came trotting past her. Instead, it was a buxom, dark haired girl dressed in an ornate red and gold leather harness, bridle bit in her mouth and strange high boots on her feet. The unusual boots kept her heels elevated, forcing the girl to walk on the balls of her feet, to which horseshoes were attached. A long dark tail, resembling that of a pony's, depended from a plug secured in the girl's ass. The townsfolk around her paid no special attention to the girl, but instead smoothly parted to allow her to trot past unhindered. “a Pony Girl” the woman explained. “valued highly for their speed and discretion. Volunteers, one and all. It is a great honor for a girl to be accepted into their ranks. Molesting a pony girl or interfering in the performance of their duties is a criminal offense, punished harshly.” “While they belong to private stables, their well-being is subsidized by the crown, allowing the rates for their services to be kept low, such that even ordinary shopkeepers or tenant farmers can make use of them for sending letters or running errands” “Are they all women?” Nyarra asked “There are a few stallions in the ranks, and they are prized even more highly due to their greater strength and endurance over the women. They can more often be found pulling carts for public transportation, or handling the harsher stretches of important messaging routes.” “But come, there is something I wish to show you” Nyarra and the girl made their way through the bustle of the busy street and out into the market area, a large circular expanse, ringed with market stalls of all sizes, selling all manner of merchandise – there were fruit and vegetable stands next to counters selling drink of various types, cloth and clothing merchants. Just about anything you could imagine seemed to be represented in the myriad tents and stalls surrounding the plaza. In the center of the plaza sat a raised platform, about three feet high and 30 or so feet across upon which were mounted numerous wooden pillories and other items of restraint. “That platform” Nyarra pointed “is that for the punishment of criminals?” “punishment, yes. Criminals, no.” the girl smiled “this is what I brought you here to show you.” The two moved closer to the platform “These stations are for the use of those who wish to be punished in some fashion or another, both for enjoyment as well as for pay. The subject presents him or herself to the keeper at the top of the stairs and tells him what they wish to endure. The keeper then secures them in the appropriate device and charges any interested bystanders a few coins for the privilege of meting out the punishment. When the contract has been fulfilled, the receiver is released and given a cut of whatever coin they brought in.” Nyarra was both shocked and a bit intrigued that someone would willingly put themselves through such an ordeal in so public a place. This was so very different from the cities she had spent time in. “look Nyarra, here comes a girl wishing to be punished” Nyarra looked over at the stairs where a pretty young girl clad in a simple dress was walking up the platform stairs. She spoke with the keeper for a few minutes, whereupon he went to a table covered in various paddles, straps and other such devices and looked through them briefly. Selecting a medium sized wooden paddle from the table, he brought it over for her inspection. The girl nodded her approval and blushed a little. The keeper led her over to a pillory placed near the edge of the platform and opened it. The girl kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her dress, standing naked on the platform and then placed her head and hands in the pillory and was locked in. The keeper then gently spread her legs a bit and made sure she was comfortable, before turning to the crowd around the platform. Raising the paddle into the air, he called out for any who wished to fulfill the girl's desire for punishment. “Who here wishes to mete out some punishment on this tender young lass? Only two silver for five swings of the paddle. Best hurry as she's contracted for only thirty smacks” The girl smiled and bit her lip as she wiggled her ass to the cheering of the crowd. Several people jostled around the base of the stairs, vying to take part in the girl's voluntary paddling. Nyarra stood rapt as the first participant handed over his coins and took the paddle from the keeper. The girl wiggled her bum at him as he got into position and took his first swing. SMACK! The sound of the paddle striking the girl's ass was punctuated by her yelp, and she wiggled her ass at him again and grinned. Nyarra had flinched a bit as the paddle had struck the girl, and she absently rubbed her own ass, remembering Erik's playful swats. The girl yelped again when the paddle hit her a second time, and then again. And again, and finally once more. The young man handed the paddle back to the keeper and jumped down off the platform. Nyarra watched in fascination as the girl was paddled again and again by successive participants, her yelps of pain turning to moans, the wriggling of her hips transforming into sensual writhing motions. “gods, she's enjoying it so much she's getting turned on” Nyarra thought “Of course she's enjoying it” her guide said “Why else do you think she's up there, putting herself through that? She wanted a good paddling, and she got it. In fact, I think she got turned on more than she bargained for – do you see how wet she is? She's aching to orgasm” Nyarra blushed and felt the heat rise in her when she looked and could see very well just how wet and turned on the girl was. Small rivulets of the girl's pussy juice were trickling down her inner thighs. The keeper knelt down to talk to the girl briefly. Nyarra couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise of the crowd, but she saw the girl bite her lip and nod as vigourously as she could with her head held in the pillory. The keeper got up and walked over to the table, then picked up a large dildo. Coming back over to the girl, he expertly slid the dildo into her and worked it in and out as she gasped and moaned and writhed her hips. After a few expert strokes, the girl cried out as a powerful orgasm tore through her. The keeper held and supported her as she trembled, then unlatched the pillory and helped her stand up. After helping her get dressed again, the keeper handed her some coins and sent her on her way. Nyarra had felt a gush of heat wash through herself when the girl had orgasmed, and she wondered how the girl could have found so much pleasure in the whole experience. “you want to find out, don't you Nyarra” her guide whispered in her ear. “you want to know what it's like to be locked in a pillory, exposed to strangers while someone paddles your sweet ass” Nyarra blushed again and looked down at her feet. “no, no.....I...I couldn't” “oh, come now Nyarra, don't fool yourself. I saw you rubbing your own ass while the girl was getting paddled, I saw the heat rising in your cheeks” The girl lifted Nyarra's chin and looked her in the eyes “no one here knows who you are, or even really cares. You are free to let go and embrace your desires. I know you are already getting wet at the thought of being spanked. Nyarra's thoughts were a whirlwind in her mind as the possibilities twisted and turned and jumbled themselves up. She caught a glimpse of the dark haired girl getting a mug of wine from a stall, her face still flushed from her orgasm. No one seemed to pay her any special attention, as if what they had witnessed was commonplace. Nyarra licked her lips, then bit her lower lip and looked down at her feet. “I..........I.........yes” She whispered quietly. ]]>26376Sun, 04 Oct 2026 09:44:57 +0000