The Reverend
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Sherry had been surprised that her father's office was locked and, even though the sign said that he was out, she'd had doubts. She was sitting on a bench not far from the door when young Debby came out and Sherry had no doubt at all about what had just transpired in her father's locked office. The buxom youngster's awkward waddle told her enough but even if it hadn't, the girl's slack-lipped expression and her heavy-lidded eyes would have been sufficient confirmation of her suspicions....
The Wrong Reverend By Suzanne Knight My name is Bob, well I don't use that much anymore, I was a high flying Florida real estate developer until that market crashed with a thud. Now I am bankrupt, I have a nice home but no other real assets. I managed to stash a few thousand in a bank in the Cayman Islands to hide it from my creditors. More significantly, I have no source of income to pay my living expenses and alimony to my ex wife. My only skill or talent is selling and at the...
Reverend Tom kissed Wilda, the church secretary, goodbye and wished her a happy weekend. When he pulled in the garage at home his wife’s car was gone. That was unusual, he thought. As he entered the kitchen he saw an envelope on the counter labeled in big red letters, “READ ME”. He got a beer, opened the missive and read: My Dear Husband, I know this is not what you expected when you came home. Some things are going to change in our marriage and this is the first step. Please don’t doubt...
As Marleen Greaves was sucking on Jock Ramsden’s cock, again, the Reverend Unsworth was just next door getting his own ‘needs’ seen to by Jessie Harper’s mother. They had not been in the room long and had no idea about what was taking place in the shower room next door or on anything else going on in the rest of the camp grounds for that matter. They each had no idea that right across Camp Starkers a new level of sexual freedom was unfolding amongst these members of the Redsands First...
Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sky Marlow “That really, really is not an appropriate outfit to wear in public,” said Mrs. Matthews, the reverend’s wife, as I sauntered into her apartment. “This?” I asked, plucking at the black miniskirt I wore. “Just something casual for my study date with Georgia.” “Study date?” The married MILF folded her arms beneath her breasts. She had on a pink T-shirt with a logo for a Woman’s Christian conference on the front. She wore that along with...
Hello, my name is Reverend Townsand, or you can call me Richard. But never Dick! Yes I am a minister. Have a church that requires a lot of my time. Not just on Sundays. During the week there are services on Wednesdays. Children’s mass on Saturday. So you can see I am quite busy during the week. But that was before I took a permanent vacation, but I am getting ahead of myself here. I am married to the most wonderful woman in the world; her name is Sandy, for the past 18 years. We also have 2...
Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Madeline Marlow “You’re like Sky?” Helena Matthews said, this look of lust flashing over her face. “The Lord sent you a futa-cock to please married women. To give them the pleasure their husbands do not provide.” One of Spice’s favorite lies, Grace the Futa-Angel whispered in my mind. You need to correct her. “That’s right,” I said. “A futa-angel named Grace did it and ... She needs your help.” “Mine?” gasped the reverend’s wife. “Yep,” I...
I was in my sitting room watching the latest video Tony had sent us from Australia. It seems he has become more and more accomplishes at making them. Each new DVD shows us something of their new life Down Under. My cousin, his wife, is shown to be very involved in her church, reviving it from the sleepiness it had sunk into in the years prior to their arrival. I still miss Tony very much. So does my husband Jeffrey, my sister the Reverend Winifred and her husband Fred. Tony had become quite a...
We had arrived in my husband's home town. It was really just a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was beautifully decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.There were so many of his family members in town that there was no room for us at his parent's house so Don had already made reservation at a...
I found myself in the middle of something that I couldn't get myself out. It was one of the things on this planet I dread the most. Church. It was like the ultimate torture for me. I hated having to wake up for that every morning. I didn't like the fact that it was a bunch of old people that just looked around and judged people all the time. I felt like I was going to court minus the cops and the fines and jail time. The only difference was I had to go every Sunday morning. I even tried to...
“Where are you off to, mom?” asked Jessie Harper as she sat watching TV in their living room. Mrs Glenda Harper paused at the mirror above the sofa to fuss over her hair for a few seconds before looking in her purse to make sure she had her car keys. Next, she pulled at her blouse and skirt to make sure everything was straight then stepped into her shoes at the front door before finally turning to her daughter to answer the girl’s question. “ ... um ... well ... um ... well I’m not sure...
Letter To Mother Growing up my dad was not around much because he wasn't a good cook. So he decided to leave it on my mother. He wanted her to be an at home mother while he worked his ass off 2-3 jobs in rotation. I barely saw him. When he did hang out we were like best friends honestly. Catch up and just bullshit about anything! Girls, school, video games, everything! Well I had just gotten home from school and it was Friday. Fresh start to my weekend. I sit down and turn on my Xbox and before...
It all started as a joke. A few laughs with some colleagues about the ethics of being blindfolded and bound as part of the sexual act. I couldn’t see the point of it, but some of my work colleagues disagreed with me to the point of getting red in the face.Then letters started arriving at my house. I couldn’t make out who the first one was from or what it was about, so I opened it. It was hand-written in a lovely curly script. It was short and to the point. The content could have been directed...
ReluctanceLetter from the Inquisition INTRODUCTION The following is a translation of a very long letter found under the floor of the Isabela de Castile transect of the old Santa Maria church in Tavavera de La Reina, in Spain. The old Santa Maria church is of a gothic architectural style and was originally constructed in the early 1200s after the Moors were defeated in this part of Spain. The Isabel transect is an extension of an earlier transect, possibly an original transect. The addition was built...
I sat at the table for two, sipping my iced tea. The waiter had refilled my glass three times by the time my Bri arrived--always outrageously late but generally worth the wait."Sorry I'm late, hon" She said loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. "I was getting a bikini wax and it took longer than I thought."She always could make a stunning entrance. I looked around, but fortunately the place was relatively deserted."Just sit down. I'm starving.""Perhaps I should order oysters. I'm...
Love StoriesDear Wimp, So you are Mary’s husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimp-dick that I’ve heard about. Well, I’ve got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That’s almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remained faithful to a wimp like you for five minutes is hard to believe. It just shows how religious she really is....
A story of revenge and punishment. Dear Super Stud, You seduced my Caroline too and you did write me a letter explaining what you did together. So thoughtful of you. It is not the first letter you wrote to men you considered as wimps, is it? I hope you will enjoy your time with Caroline today. I saw to it she is well prepared. I put what I thought she should wear on her bed, the thin white semi transparent silk blouse, a short black skirt and a pair of high heels. I am sorry to say, just...
A story of revenge and punishment.Dear Super Stud,You seduced my Caroline too and you did write me a letter explaining what you did together. So thoughtful of you. It is not the first letter you wrote to men you considered as wimps, is it? I hope you will enjoy your time with Caroline today. I saw to it she is well prepared. I put what I thought she should wear on her bed, the thin white semi transparent silk blouse, a short black skirt and a pair of high heels. I am sorry to say; just before...
Letter from a Slave Girl Letter from a Slave Girl One: The Letter October 2006 The Supreme Office of the President,Club Model World Dear Master President, I am writing to you to beg for mercy as I don?t think I can endure another night of punishment like I recently suffered at your Club Model Showcase evening. Those men were very sadistic to me and hurt me a lot. Although it was three days ago I am still in agony from all the punishments they inflicted on me. My breasts, bottom and...
Another year went by. Three years without Nora — a full year of "life after the letter." My feelings about the letter and its contents were still bad. I missed loving Nora, and I missed missing her the way it should have been. People have different beliefs about reincarnation, about where the soul goes after death and about ghosts. But using this miserable excuse as a reason to ruin my love and my life, well, I just could not understand it. I kept feeling like a cuckold husband whose wife...
LETTER FROM AUGUSTADear ShoeblossomDeuce, my second son is finally beating me at Ping-Pong. The ball flies over my head! When I was a kid the balls were just white, but now they come in neon orange! Deuce looks relieved, I wonder why. Is it because I have always punished him, taking his pants down and spanking him hard with my paddle when I beat him at table tennis?what a good way to make a good player better, right?But Deuce’s face falls as he sees Mommy walk towards him with a smile, and...
LETTER FROM ITHACA ? Dear Shoeblossom, ? I am worried that my BDSM tendencies were created by my Mother, who I still live with. For instance, my butt is still stinging from the other night, when I got home late from work. "Leland, where have you been?"Mother asked me. She is a striking woman, and once won the Cayuga County Joan Collins look-alike contest. ? "Mother, the bus was late...I wish you'd let me get a driver's license." Really. I'm thirty-three years old, Shoeblossom, and Mother won't...
“Um, when do you need this by?” Kevin asked “Well I leave tomorrow, I am really sorry, I sort of forgot...” said Laura. She continued in an apologetic vein for some time. Kevin wasn’t listening; the afternoon sun was right behind her, the golden light making the highlights of her blond hair shimmer. Kevin noticed the sundress was somewhat translucent, the mind filling in details of her stunning body, tricked by light and shadow. “Alright, stop by the house tonight and you can pick it...
Letter from a Reality Readjustor By Bill Hart There were a few questions and complaints with regard to reality readjustors following my story "Friends are Whatever You Make of Them". Rather then simply write a new explanatory story, I thought I'd share with you instead a letter I received several weeks ago that was the primary inspiration for the above story. I've changed the names, of course, to protect the innocent. That assumes, of course, there are innocent to...
“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to the...
LETTER FROM TACOMADear Shoeblossom:When my husband, who is owner and ringmaster of the Epic Circus, comes into our hotel room (We, thankfully, don’t have to live in the circus trailers) I’m ready for him. He lays the whip down, and then it’s my turn??Strip it all off Spats, my love! Now you’ll get a nice thrashing?.it’s MY turn to use the whip!?Sometimes after that I put him through a grueling scene—if the hotel has any sort of eyehook in the ceiling, I’ll lock Spats’s wrists to the hook, and...
Dear Wimp, So you are Mary's husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimpdick that I've heard about. Well, I've got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That's almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remained faithful to a wimp like you for five minutes is hard to believe. It just shows how religious she really is. And to think that a girl...
LETTER FROM BOSTONDear Shoeblossom:I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in adolescence. In the summer after my junior year at Andover, I wrecked Dad’s BMW while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vacation place, and broke both arms and both legs, and I began getting visits in my hospital room from Noelle, a Candy Striper...
Dear Mason,I haven't called you in a while and I was thinking it'd be sweet to send you a card in the mail. College is going, alright, it's midterms this week so I've been studying real hard.I'm gonna try to come home soon because i miss the family. I actually miss you a lot mom, I think about you a lot. I thought this would be easier to say in a letter than to tell you in person, or on the phone. I know this is really weird but...Mom, I think you're a beuatiful person. I love your round smooth...
LETTER FROM RAVENSWOOD BLUFFDear Shoeblossom:Brinker stands, a foot precariously on each chair with his hands behind his head, like an arrestee. I shake my auburn hair and wave my double D’s at him, well displayed in the bikini top, blue with sailboats.?All I’m saying, Jessamyn, is that it wouldn’t hurt to ask Shoeblossom. He’s great about answering letters in my magazine, and he’s a professional. He would know how long I’m supposed to be kept in chastity. I’m a healthy guy. I need more—sex,...
Part One – Fresh out of ministerial school. Ralph’s family was so pleased to be at his graduation and ordination as a minister. He was following in his father’s footsteps to reach people and make their lives better. His spiritual path was a bit more progressive than he’d been raised but his father was OK with it. That set the stage for the wedding to Mary, his childhood sweetheart. They had “gone steady” since eighth grade but didn’t go to the same college. She chose nursing as a helping...
Mildred Dean I smiled at the trembling Christabella Tuft. The reverend’s daughter stood shell-shock at the debauchery she found in her living room. I stood naked. Her mother, Elouise, had her tongue licking up the last of the pussy juices from my cumming pussy. My futa-dick thrust over her head, the tip buried in the mouth of Mrs. Quick, my MILF lover. “W-what is going on, Mom?” the girl gasped. Sixteen and gorgeous. She had an innocent, freckled face. Curly-brown hair fell down around her...
The letter from America1968Martin White and his wife Sarah were lying in bed .It wasn’t late in fact it was hardly dark but they had decided on an early night.Martin had decided to give “Don Quixote” another chance but his heart just wasn’t in it.Martin let the book tumble from his hand as it made a satisfying “clump” on the bedroom carpet ……“Fuck it” said Martin “I’ve seen the movie , why do I bother” ?Martin was typically English if there is...
Chapter Eight: Futa Enjoys the Reverend's Wife and Daughter By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Mildred Dean I smiled at the trembling Christabella Tuft. The reverend's daughter stood shell-shock at the debauchery she found in her living room. I stood naked. Her mother, Elouise, had her tongue licking up the last of the pussy juices from my cumming pussy. My futa-dick thrust over her head, the tip buried in the mouth of Mrs. Quick, my MILF...
Chapter Fourteen: Futa-Daughter Enjoys the Reverend's Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Madeline Marlow “You're like Sky?” Helena Matthews said, this look of lust flashing over her face. “The Lord sent you a futa-cock to please married women. To give them the pleasure their husbands do not provide.” One of Spice's favorite lies, Grace the Futa-Angel whispered in my mind. You need to correct her. “That's right,” I said. “A futa-angel...
It's really hard when you spend your life doing things you enjoy with your partner and then, all of a sudden, they are gone. You see, I had lost my wife of many years to a drunk driver. I have gotten over my loss as best as anyone could but I so missed the opportunity to indulge in those enjoyable times we shared. No, I don't mean golfing or going out dancing. My wife and I enjoyed a very kinky life involving leather and BDSM and especially my being a crossdressed sissy in her service....
I went up to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I was dumb founded. Feeling as if someone has kicked me in my stomach, or worse — in my balls. Tears started running down on my cheeks. I felt dizziness enveloping me, as if my soul had left my body and is looking from above. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I roared like wounded lion. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" with all the force my lungs could give. I kept roaring until my throat could not pass a sound. I kept roaring until I collapsed. I slid...
Chapter Eleven: Futa Cutie Enjoys the Reverend's Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sky Marlow “That really, really is not an appropriate outfit to wear in public,” said Mrs. Matthews, the reverend's wife, as I sauntered into her apartment. “This?” I asked, plucking at the black miniskirt I wore. “Just something casual for my study date with Georgia.” “Study date?” The married MILF folded her arms beneath her breasts. She had on a pink...
Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....
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LETTER FROM COLDSTREAM CANYONDear Shoeblossom:My cousin Glen is married to a dominant bitch called Jocelyn. When Glen and his brother Gavin, both free-wheeling, bimbo-chasing poker-playing drunkards met Jocelyn in a club, they had no idea that the icy blonde would tempt the two of them, and Glen’s boss Monroe, into becoming her slave harem!Now Glen hasn’t been out for a poker night in seven years. When he and Gavin are at home, they are forced to wear French maid’s costumes, with dildoes or...
Dear family. This is my first letter from prison. They said that they would mail it and I could write anything. I hope you receive this letter. I will be blunt and honest with you. You know why I am here so we'll not talk about that. It's been three years and I've had plenty of time to reflect. You need to know what it's like over here. Not that you can do anything about it. I doubt you'll ever read this letter. They won't mail it bit I will write it anyway.I am locked in a 6 foot by 6 foot...
LETTER FROM OSWEGODear Shoeblossom:?One nigh I attached Carter’s wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch?didn’t bother to cut off the thorns! And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle.?This little slit at the end of your cock is quite small, isn’t it?? I asked, trying to shove my long fingernail into the eye of his blind worm. I punctured and poor Carter...
LETTER FROM CHARLESTONDear Shoeblossom: I still get wet when I remember that first thrashing in my grandfather’s barn. My little denim miniskirt turned up, panties down, struggling over Gramp’s knee as the huge strap had come down again and again against my jiggling full butt cheeks. When the strap connected with my buttocks, bouncing a bit off my little tuft of pubic hair, Gramps screamed at me about my abuse of the free will God had granted me! And as I’d screamed, he’d brought the strap down...
LETTER FROM SHIPLEY TERRACEDear Shoeblossom:The scene I set before you is an odd one, to be sure?but it is quite accurate. I am a Headmaster at a school for delinquent boys. Just before typing this letter, a young man was sent to me with a note from his Form-Master. I read it with disappointment. ?Yates, your Form-Master says you were impudent, and you were unable to construe your Latin this morning. Did you not do your preparation?? Yates, I am afraid, is a naughty boy. He was sweating bullets...
Dear Jenny, Dear Martin, I am certain, that you did not expect to get a letter from me ever again, if you even remember me. This is John and you once knew me as your daddy. It has been 6 years now, since we last had any contact. Probably you are asking yourself why you got this letter after all this time. I just felt the need to explain my actions to you. Both of you just finished high school and are ready to head off to college. Martin, I am very sorry that you had to repeat the sophomore...
My darling, dearest and only love, This letter is going to hurt your pride, your ego and your love for me and for others. You know that I believe in re-incarnation, and also that the soul of any man or woman remains around his loved ones until satisfied that everything is fine. If things do not turn out fine — the soul, in the form of a ghost, will cause troubles to those loved ones. I am in that position. After 14 years of marriage I must confess to you about things I did that you knew...
LETTER FROM CHICAGODear Shoeblossom:My name’s Noelle. I was just reading ?LETTER FROM BOSTON??That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction?and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him?and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back!Truth be told, I was only on the Candy Striper volunteer bit because I had to do three hundred hours of volunteer work as punishment for selling...
LETTER FROM HARTFORDDear Shoeblossom:Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda. Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I’ve been out shopping with Miguel’s Platinum Visa, and I grin at him loopily.?Remy, honey how are you?? Mig smiles at me. His partner, JaVaughn is always amazed at how respectful and worshipful Mig seems around me. As one of the biggest...
LETTER FROM SHERIER PLACEDear Shoeblossom:I am a member and Substitute Treasurer of the Keeplock Club, a select group of women who keep their husbands and significant others in chastity belts. Our oldest member is seventy-eight, the youngest, a high school junior. It’s a constant vigilance, and I thought you might find it interesting, as your column discusses much of this.On Wednesday morning I was drinking coffee, and trying to find a three letter word for ?garbage? for the crossword. The...
LETTER FROM ST. LOUIS Dear Shoeblossom... ? I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house... ? I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor?strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. ? ?Can I be a man? Can I take what she's giving out? ? "Remember, Millard" Portia's sweet voice came through, "Be a man, show no reaction." ? Portia...
LETTER FROM LOS ANGELES :MS. SCUNTHORPE'S REBUTTAL Dear Shoeblossom, ? My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles ? I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you at groups.yahoo.com/group/chastitytales and I think that I should give you my version of my services! ? Leland makes it sound as if I am a money-grubbing lunatic, when actually I provide a valuable therapeutic venue for my sick, sad, clients. ? For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on...
My Dearest X, Perhaps I should start with the knowns:We love each other dearly.You are a dominant personality and, in terms of love and sexuality, I am submissive.We are adults, both with good professional reputations, and therefor what we share goes far beyond the phony “sir” and “master” nonsense beloved of the chat line want to be dominants.We also realise that our professional lives demand that we ignore many of the other domination clichés. My turning up to the office dressed as a French...
BDSM*Anna, I had a dream about you last night. You were laying in bed with me, your ass spooned against my groin. You body is so warm I can feel your heat. I can’t resist touching you , I reach up and cup your breast your nipples respond right away, I cant help but touch them roll them between my thumb and forefinger. I hear you moan deep in your thoat, that moan alone has got me rock hard. I have to touch you more, I glide my hand down your flat stomach enjoying the curve of you, I reach the...
“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to...
Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...
Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...
Masturbationthis is a letter i wrote to my GF. i have changed the names to protect ourselves :P let me give u a idea of us. she is about 5'8, blonde hair, blue eyes, 200lbs (yes i love me a bbw girl. love some curves and a lil extra), 36ddim 6'4, brown hair shoulder length and 180lbs with a 7.5in dick...enjoyWe were both laid on the couch watching a movie. I had convinced you to wear nothing after we had showered. So you were laying there naked under the blanket on my lap, and I was naked too. The movie...