Master Yoda’s Teachings
At peace, the galaxy was. The need for Jedi faded, and a sexual renaissance spread, from Coruscant to the Outer Rim. Those still sensitive with the Force used their powers for pleasure instead of combat.
“‘You must unlearn what you have learned,’ said the great Jedi master Yoda,” the private instructor told her pupil, Watchala.
Watchala was a voluptuous young woman with dark skin from Cloud City, Bespin. Her father was a lead gas mining engineer who helped improve operational efficiency by nearly five percent. Watchala, however, had no interest in engineering, mining, or living on a floating colony. She was, to put it simply, obsessed with the sensual powers of the Force.
Watchala’s instructor was a Zabrak named Hiro. Two prominent horns protruded from the front of her head, with smaller ones circling around back. Hiro’s body was muscular and slim, her skin a sandy brown. She opened her school for private instruction in Force Sensuality six years ago in the city of Theed on Naboo. Renowned throughout the system, Hiro dedicated her life to the study and application of Force Sensuality.
“Yes, Master. But how does one unlearn something that one has been doing for years?”
“Study, you must. Practice, you must.”
“I’ll try.”
“‘Do or do not. There is no try.’”
Hiro shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She moved her index and middle finger ever so slightly. Watchala startled, and her body shook uncontrollably.
“Master…” she said blushing.
“The Force, channel it. Mind, clear it, you must, pupil.”
Watchala took in the small room in the back of Hiro’s office, furnished with chairs, a coffee table, and a bed. Curtains covered the windows but allowed a little light in. She closed her eyes. A faint rattle shook the building as vehicles flew by during the rush hour traffic. Watchala thought of the honor it would bring her family to become such a skilled Force user, able to satisfy even the most particular of clients. She channeled her focus in her pointer and middle fingers, feeling the energy swirl within them. Watchala sensed Hiro sitting across from her, and she used the Force to apply the pressure directly to her clitoris.
“Ouch!” Hiro yelped, jumping out of her chair and covering her backside with her hands. “Watch where you put that!”
Watchala opened her eyes and saw Hiro fuming, walking off the pain. “I’m so sorry, Master!”
“‘The greatest teacher, failure is.’ Again, try.”
Watchala let all thoughts in her mind float away. She thought only of light filling her entire body, starting from her toes and reaching the top of her head. Watchala took a deep breath and focused the energy at the tips her fingers. She applied the Force to Hiro’s clit again, every fiber of her being focused on it.
“Ahhhhh!” Hiro moaned. Her body writhed in pleasure. Once she caught her breath, Hiro said, “Well done, you have, pupil.” Watchala smiled. “But practice still, you must.”