A Celibate Female MasterThree months after successfully blocking teacher X I started looking for a new flat mate. A flyer caught my eye. On the telephone she had a southern accent from Louisiana. Acquiring the directions from her was an uncoordinated effort.
The door opened to a lady in her mid-forties with a suspicious expression. There was a practice room equipped with mirrored walls, mats, and a Swiss Ball. She had been dedicating herself to the practice of Yoga and Tai Chi for twenty-five years. Her body looked slender with a well-sculpted back. When walking she glided with the hands swaying gently by the waist side. Her movements were graceful. Like a true lady she was beautiful and elegant. A southern belle as she would be called from her parts. But there was a stern edge to her.
After showing the house she laid down the law. "There are no conjugal visits allowed here, and meat is not to be cooked or stored within the house. The smell of meat gets stuck in the walls and I don’t like that. There is no heating in the house. Not even during the winter is the heating to be put on. Hot water is available for showering", she said all this with a strict tone. She personally took cold showers. I did not to live with her.
Two months after meeting this Southern Belle I ended up having something occur that can be compared to witchcraft. In the past I provided the details. At present I am refraining to mention the details. It is far too personal. Something about my girlfriend transforming into her when we were in the middle of…etc. After the third time “it” occurred I concluded that I had something to answer. I knew this was coming from somewhere “it” inflated my balloon of curiosity again. I knew I had a new teacher or something to learn from her.
When I came to her I was weeks away from embarking on a study abroad program. She challenged me to go celibate during the program. Even though she was thousands of miles away an indescribable connection was between us. I went celibate for 13 months. After that point I began to feel as if something in me was beginning to die. This did not feel natural. The lesson to be learned within this relationship had been taught. Moving on from her meant breaking the celibacy which she knew I did without my telling her. On the telephone she told me the day, time and even described the environment under which the celibacy was broken.