Due to superstition Part 2

This is story and it is about the relationship between a girl and a Baba (Poojari, Baba)

Baba: “Puja, in ancient times, women used to make designs on their bodies. In fact, it was a kind of decoration. And it was also necessary, at that time, body painting was done to attract men. And according to that practice, everything necessary will have to be done on your body too.” Saying this, the Baba started applying tikka on Pooja’s stomach.

The Baba paused once he reached Puja’s navel. He then began circling his finger inside it; he was applying the *tikka* right there, within her navel. Both of Puja’s hands were raised, held in the Namaskar posture. She was innocent... she perceived all of this as perfectly normal. Yet, deep down, she found herself - at least to some extent - enjoying it as well.

Then, the Baba moved around behind Puja. He sprinkled water over her back and began spreading it across her skin with his hands. Storied by Maitri.

Baba: “The water will further purify your body. The purer you become, the greater the benefit for us.”

Puja’s blouse hooks were not there. The Baba pushed the open hooks further aside. Almost all of Puja’s back was left bare and exposed. The Baba poured water over her naked back and began to rub it in. He was washing her bare back with his hands. Touching Puja’s naked back had caused the Baba’s member (Lund) to grow hard.

Baba: “What is your zodiac sign?”

Puja: “Virgo.” (It could be any sign; I have simply chosen this one here.)

Baba: “I am writing your zodiac sign upon your back using tikka (Tilak). By inscribing your sign upon your back - now purified by water - the alignment of your planets (graho) will become auspicious.” The Baba used the tikka to write ‘Virgo’ upon Puja’s naked back.

Then, the Baba moved down to Puja’s feet.

Baba: “Now, extend your feet forward.”

Puja extended her feet. The Baba lifted her petticoat slightly upward. He sprinkled water over her legs and began to rub them with his hands.

Baba: “Our feet tread upon many impure places. Once washed with water, those impure places no longer hold any influence over us; keep this in mind.”

Puja: “Yes, Baba-ji.” However, Puja found the sensation of the Baba’s hands moving gently over her feet quite pleasant; she felt herself becoming completely relaxed.

Baba: “Puja, if you feel any shame in having this done, you may perform it yourself. However, this ritual is traditionally meant to be performed by the Baba only. Such is what is written in the ancient scriptures.”

Puja: “No, Baba-ji - what place does shame has in a religious ritual? Please proceed exactly as prescribed by the scriptures.”

Puja was a superstitious woman.

The Baba lifted Puja’s ghagra (Petty coat) up above her knees. Now, Puja’s legs were bare all the way up to her thighs.

The Baba applied water to her thighs and began washing them with his hands. Puja, overcome with shyness, kept her legs pressed tightly together; she held her Choot (pussy) firmly clenched shut.

The Baba spoke:

Baba: "Puja, open your legs." Puja, with great reluctance, parted her legs slightly. However, the Baba grasped her knees and spread them wide apart. Puja was unable to offer any resistance.

Pooja slowly spread her legs apart. Now, Pooja sat in front of the Baba with her legs wide open. Her black panties were clearly visible to him. The Baba touched Pooja’s inner thighs and began to rub them with water.

At this moment, the Baba’s hands were in close proximity to Pooja’s Choot (pussy). After washing her outer and inner thighs for a while, he began to dry them with a napkin. Then, he dipped his finger into the tikka paste and began applying it to Pooja’s inner thighs.

Pooja: “Baba-ji, does the tikka have to be applied here as well?” (Pooja asked shyly; she was feeling uncomfortable.)

Baba: “Yes, wherever this vermilion tikka is applied, that area becomes purified.”

Pooja sat with her legs spread, while the Baba applied the tikka to her inner thighs using his fingers.

Baba: “Pooja, do not feel ashamed. We have progressed quite far into the ritual now. Turning back at this stage could be detrimental - not only for you, but since I am the one performing this ritual, I, too, might have to face the consequences. Therefore, everything that happens from this point forward must be done without shame or fear.”

Pooja: “No, Baba-ji, you are right; we cannot turn back now. We must complete this task. I am ready.”

As he applied the tikka to her thigh with his finger, the Baba also started applying it to Pooja's Choot (pussy) - over her panties. Pooja was blushing with embarrassment. Yet, she was also starting to get aroused. On the pretext of applying the tikka, the Baba continued to rub Pooja's Choot (pussy) - through her panties - for five or six seconds. And continued to measure the slit of the Choot (pussy) with his finger.

After removing his hand from her choot, the Baba spoke:

Baba: “According to the ritual, I, too, must have the holy water applied to me. Now, you must apply this water to my chest.”

The Baba lay down.

Pooja: “Yes. Baba-ji!”

The Baba had shaved his chest - and his stomach as well. His chest and abdomen were completely hairless and smooth. Puja began to rub the Baba’s chest and stomach with holy water. Deep down, Puja felt an undeniable attraction to the Baba’s physique. The thought crossed her mind: *How incredibly smooth and sleek the Baba’s body is!* such thoughts had never entered Puja’s mind before. As she dwelt on these thoughts, Puja’s choot (pussy) began to betray her arousal beneath her panties - something of which the Baba remained completely unaware. Yet, as those loving, smooth palms glided across his body, the physical effect of her touch was clearly visible beneath in his dhoti.

Baba: “Now, use the tikka paste to draw a dot on my chest, and also trace a circle around my nipples.”

Hearing the mention of nipples, Puja felt a blush of shyness.

Puja began applying the tikka to the Baba’s nipples.

Baba: “A human’s navel is the source of their energy. Apply the tikka here as well.”

Puja: “As you command, Baba-ji.”

Puja dipped her finger into the tikka paste. She inserted her finger into the Baba’s navel and began applying the mark. To make more alluring to Puja, the Baba had not only shaved his stomach and chest but had also applied a touch of cream inside his navel. Consequently, his navel felt incredibly smooth; Puja marveled to herself that even her own navel wasn't quite this smooth. Puja felt herself being irresistibly drawn toward the Baba’s body. Such thoughts had never crossed her mind before.

Puja withdrew her finger from the Baba’s navel. The Baba then pulled a Ling (Lund (cock) -shaped piece of wood from his bag; the wood was perfectly polished. It measured five inches in length and one inch in thickness.

There was a small hole at one end of the wooden Ling. The Baba threaded a string through the hole and tied it securely.

Baba: “Here, take this. This is a sacred *Ling*. I have consecrated it through years of rigorous spiritual practice. Offer your reverence to this Ling.”

Puja bowed in reverence to the Lingam.

Baba: “Tie this Lingam around your waist; it must always hang directly in front of you - just below your stomach.”

Puja: “Baba-ji, what is the purpose of this?” Written by Maitri.

Baba: “First and foremost, do not regard this ling as ordinary. Never make the mistake of thinking it is anything less than sacred. Through it, the blessings of the Almighty will remain with you. If anyone else were to catch sight of it, a great calamity would ensue. Therefore, you must neither show it to anyone nor speak of it; furthermore, you must keep it tied to your body at all times - even while sleeping. When bathing, you must wash the ling while it remains tied to you, and then let it hang in its place once again. Do you understand? This is of the utmost importance. This ling has no direct bearing on the peace of your husband's soul; however, its presence will ensure that you do not feel the void left by his absence. It will serve as a constant, tangible reminder of your husband.”

Pooja: “As you command, Baba-ji.”

Baba: “Come, let me this Ling tie it for you.”

Both of them stood up. The Baba placed the lingam against Pooja’s waist, stepped behind her, and began tying the knot. His hands brushed against Pooja’s bare waist as he did so.

After securing the knot, the Baba spoke:

Baba: “Now, tuck the Ling inside your garments.”

Pooja tucked the Ling inside her petticoat. It hung between her legs.

Pooja: “Baba-ji, this divine Ling doesn't seem to set right against my body. I fear I may not be able to walk properly.”

Baba: “My child, to gain something of value, one must also be willing to endure a little discomfort. I understand that it will press against your private parts (Yoni) - but a Ling is, after all, a Ling, my daughter. It is merely a matter of getting used to it. Bear with it for a little while; once you grow accustomed to its presence, you yourself will refuse to take this divine Ling off.”

Pooja: “Yes, Baba-ji. You are my spiritual guide, and I know you would never wish anything but the best for me. I shall find a way to ensure that my mother does not find out.”

Baba: “Very well. You may now change your clothes and return home. Do not wipe off the tilak (sacred mark) I have applied to your body. If you wish, you may remove your sari once you reach home and change into a salwar-kameez, so that the tilak on your whole body remains hidden from prying eyes.”

Pooja: “But the tilak will wash off when I take a bath!”

Baba: “You will have to bathe tomorrow morning. Till then that is of no concern.”

Pooja changed her clothes and, walking awkwardly with a faltering gait, somehow made her way back home; she was wearing the Ling tucked between her legs. Throughout the entire day, she went about her chores with the Ling positioned between her legs. The Ling kept shifting between her thighs, brushing against her skin.

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