Ann’s Oral Ritual Presentation
There was a knock on the thick, ornate wooden door. It was the expected knock, the traditional knock, three knocks spaced 3 seconds apart, in keeping with the ritual. It was the knock of a slave begging admittance by their Master. John, sitting in his overstuffed, leather bedroom chair, was pleased. He loved ritual. Ritual provides order. And he knew that Ann enjoyed and respected ritual as well. It was so formal, predictable, inevitable. As long as it was obeyed, it served tradition, heightened the pleasure, anticipation and was a sign of discipline. And submission. When the final knock came, he waited the expected 5 seconds, counting them off in his head, then said “Enter’. Ann slowly opened the door, entered and closed it behind her, throwing the large bolt into place. That was essential …