What Makes Us A Satanist? by Deacon On The Left

XP, I have been a fan since reading your stories on ASSTR. Lately, there has been a lot of talk, on LS666, as well as others about what makes us a Satanist or not. Let me share just a bit about us. We live in a rural area, and my wife, daughter, and I live on a farm. One hundred and six acres that back to a large protected forest preserve. Our nearest neighbor is a quarter mile up the road.

I have been a theistic Satanist, long before it was a thing. Or, at least a thing you shared with others. There are six or seven other couples that share our beliefs. We initially were a loose-knit bunch who knew of each other, but mostly wanted to be left alone.

We were almost exposed three years ago, by a disgruntled young man. So, we formed a church. Our friend is the pastor, and we have deacons as such. We hold a nondenominational service on Sunday mornings. No one knows the church’s leadership are followers on the Left Hand Path (LHP).

We, as a group, do not hold black mass or anything such as that but we do get together on occasion to celebrate a particular event in the lives of a group member. Sometimes it is a celebration or something we just want to do.

Our gathering place, when we desire one, is in a wooded area accessible from our farm. Through our pasture, into the woods, a clearing stands as prepared by us. We revel in the freedom to worship how we want, when we want. Freedom from dictated sin is one of the many freedoms in life we embrace.

Now for the sexy part most of your readers crave. And, that includes me! One reason, I decided to message you. Thursday night, I sat in the loft of our barn my attention turned towards the back of our home. Four cars sit in our driveway, our friends inside. They were waiting for my wife to come home from work. It was a short wait when four men walked across the pasture getting the bonfire ready for the night’s celebration.

I have stood in this same spot three times during my marriage. I know what tonight entails. I know the excitement for both my wife and me, as well as our close friends. My breath catches when I see her leave from our back door. My wife, hand in hand with our pastor disappeared into the woods. I can’t tell, but I know from the past that she is naked beneath the sheer gown.

I have participated with others in the past, but tonight it isn’t about us or me. It is about her choosing to live a life removed from guilt about something we were born with as humans. I know they will remove her gown symbolizing the removal of her inhibitions and weaknesses. The women will help her onto the old platform we built. I know they will restrain her hand and foot.

The women will slather her in oil. Our pastor will finger her. Kiss and grope her, bringing her to orgasm. They will cut away her bindings, showing her embracing her granted freedom. She now has the choice to indulge or conclude the celebration. She will, and did embrace her freedom. One by one they climbed onto my wife. For four hours they took turns filling her cunt with cum. They shared many orgasms.

She returned to me swollen, sore, and dripping with seed. I showered her and we made love Our celebration in the fact she chose to return to me rather than spend the night with others. A card that is always on the table. I revel in my wife’s freedom of choice. But, I am thankful for her choice to be with us together. We are a family that follows the LHP.

RESPONSE FROM XP (VIA LS666 EMAIL & BLOG)

Firstly, let me thank you for reaching out and for the encouragement of your long-term interest in my stories. ASSTR was fabulous in its time and it opened my eyes to the fact that I was not alone, either in my dark interests or my sexuality.

Secondly, respond to your wonderful community and their following of the LHP. I have never really seen, being a Satanist or specifically a theistic Satanist, as a thing. I believe that we all come to this from different directions, issues, and circumstances. But, it’s the fact that we arrive — that we see the dark rather than see the light — and to me it’s a little like being in love. You just know it.

Thank you, again, for your generous recognition. It is most humbly appreciated. XP.