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HERE ISA LETTER FROM A YOUNG MAN WHO TRIED TO FOLLOW, IN CLINTON CRAYLE'S FOOTSTEPS! Dear Mr. Crayle, Ever since I became the youngest officer on the Campus Security Force, I've been bound and determined to make a name for myself here. Of course, I consider this job only a temporary stop on my way to becoming a big-name Private Eye like you, but still, I wanted to do something really spectacular as long as I was here. That's why I assigned myself the task of catching a thief who'd been stealing things from the Men's Locker Room in the sprawling Gymnasium here on Campus. I figured I was a natural for the job, since I look really young and could easily pass for a freshman, taking gym classes, but the chief just couldn't see how valuable I'd be in a job like this and assigned me to writing Parking Tickets while the thefts went on. So I decided to do something about it myself. University Employees get a break on tuition, so I signed up for a few gym classes, and spent my off- duty time hanging out in the Locker Room, looking 'for the elusive Thief. What I didn't know then, though, was that the Thief spotted me almost as soon as I started! (Seems I'd written him a Parking Ticket!) and decided on a trap to keep me out of his way! One Friday Afternoon when I went to the showers, it seemed to me that my liquid soap and shampoo felt a little odd. I didn't' realize until too late that the plastic bottle of soap had been spiked with a strong depilatory, and my shampoo bottle filled with skin-softening lotion, gently perfumed! About the time I realized my body hair was disappearing, I figured out that the shampoo eased the stinging on my skin, and rubbed it in vigorously, noticing how soft and silky it made my skin feel. But I still wasn't expecting a trap. Then I discovered my towel was gone! I scampered back to the locker that contained all my clothes, keys, ID & money, only to find that it now contained just underpants and shower thongs! Or that's what I thought they were! It turned out the undies were just skimpy black leather panties, so tight they disappeared up the crack of my ass. And they were wet, a fact whose implications didn't sink in until they begin shrinking on me, pushing my privates up between my legs and moving tighter and tighter between my bottom-cheeks, lifting my ass up into a pert, rounded shape -- and I couldn't get them off! When I put on the shower thongs, I saw they had wedge heels, but I didn't see the tiny gel-caps full of thick clear liquid inside the soles until I stepped into them and the capsules burst, coating my feet with Instant Glue -- I couldn't get these shoes off either! Looking at myself in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers, I saw a smooth-skinned, sweet-smelling bottom-thrusting vision in high heels and I knew at once I just couldn't call my buddies on the force looking like this! But what to do, then? Standing there in that ridiculous state, I realized that the current Gym Period was about half over, and any time now, guys would be drifting in to the Locker Room to change clothes. Guys who would see me like this! All of a sudden, I felt incredibly vulnerable. What was I going to do? "Have you been hit by the Locker Room Bandit too?" I looked around and saw a somewhat soft-looking young man smiling at me. I'd seen him around here quite often before, and always figured he was taking classes, though he didn't look big and threatening like most Phys Ed. Majors. "Boy, he sure left you in a fix!" He went on grinning as his eyes swept up and down my smooth pink body and I blushed in embarrassment, "I don 't have anything here you can wear, but my car's right outside the back door, just outside this Emergency Exit, really.... If you can just dash out there, I can get you to my place and loan you some things. But we'd better hurry; the last class is almost over, and I don't know how some of those jocks might react, seeing a guy looking like you in the locker room!" Well, Mr. Crayle, I was desperate just then to avoid the embarrassment of being discovered and reported to my co-workers -- so desperate that just anything sounded better! Timidly, I followed Ray (that was his name) to one of the Emergency Exit doors. "Are you sure this goes out to the Parking Lot?" I asked. "This seems like..." "It's right here," he interrupted, "See, I even have a key to shut off the Emergency Alarm--" He twisted it in the alarm, then cracked the door. "Hurry now, I'll be right behind you!" Scared, embarrassed, totally confused, I obeyed, springing through the door as he pushed it open for me. I heard a Slam! All around me was shady trees, bushes, and lawn. No Parking Lot. No waiting car. And no Ray! I was alone out there! Desperately, I tugged at the door. Locked! I turned and looked about, feeling terribly naked and vulnerable in just those tight-tight leather panties and high-heeled rubber sandals, with my skin all smooth and hairless. I looked around again for some avenue of escape from the hundreds of laughing eyes that I could feel all over me. But no one had seen me yet. It was too good to be true, but there it was: No one had happened to be passing that way in the few seconds I was out there! Quickly I jumped from the step, scampered among the trees and darted under some thick bushes by the sidewalk. Huddled there, I tried to stay perfectly motionless, hoping my pink skin didn't show through the thick foliage while I worked to figure out what to do next. Could I stay here until nightfall and sneak back to my apartment? That was clear across campus, and the idea of sashaying all that way in this condition gave me an involuntary :shiver. "Hey! What was that?" It was a female voice from somewhere above me, joined by another one: "You mean what is that! Look there in the bushes!" "Is it a boy or a girl?" A third female voice asked, "I can't tell from here!" "Well let's ask it!" I felt a pointed toe nudge my bare bottom. "Hey you, what's happening?" Miserably, I turned my head and saw no fewer than five coeds, standing behind me, smiling down at me there in the bushes. "S'matter, cat got your tongue? What are you doing in there?" "I-I-uh...." l cast about desperately for some story that would keep them from knowing who. I really was. "It's a guy!" one of them exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Can you believe it?" "Is he naked in-there?" another girl strained to see. "You don't suppose it's the thief that's been raiding the men's Locker rooms do you, maybe we should call Security..." "No!" I -exclaimed. "Not that! I'm not the thief! I can explain, really! Don't call security, I can't let them see me like this!" "Like what?" the blonde who seemed to be the leader of the group spoke up,. "Stand up and let us get a look at you!" "I can't," I protested, "I'm -uh- I'm not wearing much. People will see me!" "Not if we crowd around and block you from the sidewalk," she replied, "but they sure will if we call Cop, which is, just what we will do if you're not up out of those bushes in ten seconds!" Shivering pitifully, I stood up. By now, the wet leather panties had shrunk to the point where they were little more than a G-string, squeezing my privates tightly between my legs in front in a narrow V-- shape and totally disappearing into the crack of my ass, lifting my bottom up and out, prominently. My pink, hairless skin positively glowed in a huge blush as I posed there, eyes downcast before them. They thought it was hilarious! Waves of high-pitched giggles washed over my burning form as they surveyed me, front and back, and ordered me to turn about for them. "Must be a Frat Pledge," one of the girls, rather stocky but cute, suggested. "Must "be," a tall red-head agreed, "No guy would ever parade around like that otherwise -- Woo-Hoo! Look at those sexy legs!" "That's it!" This looked like my way out. "I was-was supposed to meet the others out here, but they didn't show up!" "Must be the Jock Frat," a slender, dark-haired girl concluded, "Only they could be that dumb! We can go around front and tell them to pick you up here." She turned to go, and the idea of a bunch of big, hairy jocks finding me like this sent a fresh wave of apprehension through me. Quickly, I called them back, "NO! Don't! I-I mean, that's not my Frat!" All of a sudden, the Red-Head regarded me with fresh interest. - "I've got it!" She looked me up and down, smiling. "I bet you're a Lambda! Is that it?" I had no idea what a Lambda was, but it sounded good, and the sudden relaxed attitude all the girlsassumed was positive reinforcement. "That's right," I nodded shyly, "I'm -uh- pledging Lambda!" "That explains the smooth skin," one of them smiled. "And the big butt," the stocky one giggled. "Well," the blonde leader of the group spoke up, "we were just scouting for another girl to help us with a Pledge-Hazing this afternoon; one of our pledges dropped out and we need three. If you're a Lambda Pledge, I'm sure they won't mind loaning you to us--how about it? We'll take you back to our house and call your 'brothers'." A way out at last! Anything seemed better than hiding in the bushes all day, and, once I'd said. I was a, Lambda, the girls had started acting very friendly with me. I eagerly agreed. Between them they managed to find enough clothing, to get me across Campus without attracting too much attention. One of the girls was wearing a halter top under her light blouse, so she gave me the long- sleeved, silky garment. Another girl's top was long enough to double as a minidress, and she volunteered her skirt. A quick makeup job completed things.... So I walked across Campus, surrounded by five, cute girls, dressed in skirt, blouse, rubber sandals.... and those crushingly' tight leather panties! Along the way I picked up enough on their comments to figure out what a Lambda was: Lavender Lambda was the School's first official Gay Fraternity! That explained why they found my presence so un-threatening - - they assumed I was gay and not interested in them sexually! And when we got to the sorority house, this misconception really paid off. The girls treated me like a sister, parading around in various states of undress or completely nude, having me help them with their dresses and intimate apparel, lacing up their corsets and attaching garter tabs to stocking tops the whole afternoon was like some wild erotic daydream, as they painted and polished my nails, put elaborate makeup on my face, and styled my hair. All the while, of course, that leather G-string I wore kept my twitching privates crammed painfully up between my legs and kept the girls from seeing how much they were exciting me, as they leaned over me, pressing their firm breasts against my chest or breathing softly on my neck while they fussed with my face. My tingling flesh, rapid breathing and flushed complexion were mistaken for signs of nervous embarrassment (which I was feeling plenty of anyway!) rather than as evidence of the sexual turn on this was! Despite what happened later, those hours will stay in my memory all my life as a prolonged erotic encounter of a totally bizarre nature. Later, they laced me into a long, stiff corset, made of black satin covered with pink lace, and put a pair of huge red bloomers on me, over my leather cock-prison. Ruff led garters, and almost a dozen petticoats, starched and rustling, came next. A bottle of nail polish remover got the shower thongs loose from my feet, which were quickly encased in black net stockings and heavy red high heels. Then a full-cut fancy dress that hung off my shoulders, showing off my flat, hairless chest instead of cleavage. False ringlets were pinned in my curled blonde hair, arranged to trail down over my bare shoulders. Thus decked out like Dance Hall Gal in an old Western, I had to stand up on a makeshift stage with two other girls, similarly attired, and dance a wild, high-kicking Can-Can. As we danced and turned, I would occasionally feel the point of a high-heeled shoe connect with my bloomered bottom, and this always brought a laugh from our female audience, but I made it a point not to kick back since I don't believe in hitting women. And I think my restraint earned me some points from all the girls. But as our dance ended, and I looked out over the crowd, a shock hit me: There were three guys standing at the back of the room, two big, husky football types and-and Ray, the effeminate fellow from the locker room! The three of us "pledges" circulated among the sorority girls, accepting congratulations at having passed the initiation, and I took advantage of a chance to get close to Ray. "What happened to you and your car?" I hissed, smiling mechanically. "I was bringing it around," he whispered back softly, "when I saw those girls with you. I followed you over here, then ran back to the frat house, where they'd just called to check on you. You're lucky I convinced the guys to go along, because everyone there knows we don't have any pledges running around loose!" "Some luck!" I breathed back. "What the hell am I gonna do now? I can't go back to my apartment looking like this!" I rustled my skirts for emphasis, and he couldn't help smiling. "Make up to Bill over there." He nodded at one of the big, hairy jocks who was talking to the Sorority President. "Tell him you want to get back to the frat house, then just go along with whatever I say!" I had my doubts about this, but really, Mr. Crayle, there didn't seem to be any real alternative. So I sashayed over to the hulking, muscular red-haired man and put a coy hand on his arm. "Well, Billy," I smiled up at him and even fluttered my eyelashes a little! "I've had a lovely afternoon here with the girls, but it's time to get home now." The big guy looked confused, but suddenly Ray piped up behind me, "Sure, Love, we'll get you out of here! Just give everyone back those lovely things you've been wearing!" "Delighted'" I replied. And I was delighted -- at first. Nothing seemed better than the prospect of getting out of those confining feminine garments, so shamefully unmasculine, and I quickly peeled out of my gloves and dress. But then I remembered how little I was wearing underneath my bloomers! "C'mon," Ray prompted me, grinning at my hesitation, "give it all back!" "Oh let him keep that stuff!" a girl protested, tugging at a pink ribbon on my black-lace corset, "they look so pretty on him!" "She can keep the shoes and stockings, maybe." Ray looked me up and down and I shivered. "And the garters for sure!" He mischievously snapped one of the lacy rings at my thighs and I jumped. "But those bloomers must go! Why not bring him something nicer?" The girl scampered off to her room and I reluctantly shucked off the oversized lace-and-ribbon panties, blushing furiously as my smooth round pratt was exposed to the company. But that was nothing to what came next: The two big guys tied long scarves of bright pink silk to my wrists, knotting them firmly in big bows... and as they did so, Ray snuck up behind me and cut away the waist and crotch of my leather briefs! I gasped in shock and shame as they fell away and my penis, so long cramped up in tantalizing confinement, sprang up in front of me in full, humiliating erection! "See how glad he is to see us?" Ray quipped, pinching my bottom. "Let's just save this a bit!" As I stood there, paralyzed with shame, he unsnapped one of my garters, twisted it, and refastened it tightly about the base of my shaft, then tied the scarves to my scrotum in a big bow! My crotch was now a bright silk-and-lace confection of scarf, garter, and painted fingernails, and I twisted uncomfortably, aware of my pink cock- head peeking out from between my hands, and my equally pink blushing bottom, totally exposed beneath the ultra-feminine corset that cramped my waist so severely. But at last someone produced a pair of tiny peach- colored silk panties, and I breathed a sigh of relief that my loins would at last be covered. Short-lived relief! For Ray suddenly stuffed them into my mouth and secured them there with my remaining garter! I couldn't speak! Not even as they took me roughly by the arms and hustled me out the door! On the way out, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and wished fervently that I hadn't! From head to toe, I was a picture of Total Humiliation My curled hair still held the ringlets that trailed teasingly across my, soft shoulders. Below my chest, the black lace corset nipped in my waist and arched my back, forcing me to jut out my flat bosom and swish my pink bottom behind me as I strutted forward in the black net stockings and high heels. In front, my wrists, bound helplessly to my crotch, looked almost like a bride daintily clutching a bouquet, and the white lace garter and peach panties between my painted lips completed the picture gallingly, my painted eyelashes wide with shock at the sight. And in this awful condition I was being led outside! Where people could see me! Like this! "So did you have a nice afternoon ogling the naked girls?" Ray teased, "How do you like being ogled yourself?" I looked about me fearfully in the gathering darkness, afraid of being recognized or even seen like this, but some semblance of Luck was still with me; there were few people and none of my fellow security officers about! "Thought you'd have a good time pretending you were gay so they'd take you in?" Ray continued. "Well we can show you a Good Time too, asshole! It's perverts like you that give us a bad name. And when their hazing got too rough, you thought we'd rescue you! If you say you're a Lambda Pledge, we'll pledge you,--- but if you think their hazing was bad, just wait till we get started!" And they all began slapping my bare backside as they chased me back to the House! Oh! I don't know which was worse: the pain of the spanking or the shame of jiggling and mincing down the street like that! My high heels click-clacking on the sidewalk in counterpoint to the" slap-slap!" of hands on my bare bottom! AS I made my way down the street like this, male and female students smiled and laughed out loud at the silly sight I made Some of them even treated themselves to a pinch or slap of their own! But at last we reached the Lambda House, and it was filled with the oddest people I've ever seen: hairy guys in leather chaps, smooth- skinned men (like myself!) with chests that looked more like tits, guys in silk undies, guys in cotton jock straps, guys in rough leatheri, affectionately hugging and caressin in the living room and on the stairs. I suddenly became the center of attention as Ray gave them all a quick story about me pretending to be one of their pledges in order to sneak a joke on the sorority, and a cry went up to do me up as a Pledge good and proper! Finally a short, balding, bearded man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye raised his hands for Quiet. "We'll pledge this near-Miss if you wish; but remember, the House Rule #1: No Rape. He shall stay gagged throughout the initiation.... in order to keep anyone from taking advantage of those sweet lips!" "What about his tail?" a wlspy blonde fellow in black silk pajama bottoms caressed he object of his attention, and l jumped at his touch, prompting giggles from the crowd. "That's off limits as well," the older man said firmly. He turned to a youth in a leather jock strap. "Get something to protect our guest!" "Something" turned out to be tight black rubber panties with a small rubber knob in the seat! When they had been tugged into place on my hips, the rubber plug just touched the rim of my anus, tickling me maddeningly. And even worse, there was a hole in front of these, through which my male organs extruded shamefully! That was all they gave me to wear. They took away all the rest of my clothes, except for the panties and garter in my mouth, then tied a leash to my privates and led me around the house. In every room, I had to curtsey meekly while Ray introduced me as The New Pledge and offered my services! And did they, ever make use of me! In the oversized shower room my right wrist was manacled to a towel bar and a' big fluffy sponge was fastened to my garter-gag with safety pins. I had to use the sponge to lather up anyone who wanted me to, running my face up and down their feet, asses, chests and other parts until they were "lathered' up" to their satisfaction! Then it was down to the Laundry Room, where l spent what seemed like hours hand-washing pants, panties, jocky-shorts and other bits of male lingerie, hanging them carefully up to dry. And when this was done, I had to carefully clean all the rubber novelties! Next I was taken upstairs and used as a Model in a class on cross- dressing. As I stood, posed obediently, the instructor used my face and body to demonstrate all the various tricks of makeup, hairstyling, finger-and-toe-nail polish, and even temporary bust enlargement! By the time he was through, I was sporting a pair of 38-D breasts, and the only masculine thing on me was my embarrassingly stiff rod, still jutting out humiliatingly in front! It was late by now. Ray excused himself to go to the bathroom and while he was gone, some of the others began discus sing my fate... "Let's let him go," the balding President said, "after all, we have plenty of snapshots of tonight's activities if we want him back again!" "Okay," a lanky crew-cut fellow in an emerald-green evening gown said, "But first let's take him to the Gay Disco over in the next town and see how he gets home!" "I got a better idea!" a muscle-bound black man piped up. "How about the Massage Parlor over in Barlow?" "But that's a two hour drive!" someone objected. "And it's a Hetero Place!" "That's why our Little Fox here will fit right in!" the dark man insisted. "Put some panties on her, and all those squares will think he's a she!" He squeezed one of my breasts for emphasis and I blushed a deep scarlet as he continued, "Can't you see our little topless cutie there, tryin' to earn cab fare back home?" They all laughed, and the President once again raised his hands for quiet. "We'll let him decide," he pronounced. "Take off that nice gag and see whether he prefers the Gay Club or the Straight Massage Parlor." And finally, for the first time in hours, the gag was removed and I could talk! Boy did I ever talk! Mr. Crayle, you told me once that there's lots of deception involved in this job, but nothing works like the Truth. And I put that advice to work! I told them all who l was, how I got there, why I had pretended to be Gay in the first place.... and, the identity of the Locker Room Thief! That's right. Despite all my frustration and embarrassment, I had managed to put two and two together: I remembered that I had seen Ray hanging around the LockerRoom ever since I started the stakeout; I recalled that he'd used a key to turn off the Alarm on the Emergency Exit- - And from the way he'd engineered my humiliation so masterfully, I figured that he must harbor a deep hatred of Straight Men, which was why he got his jollies stealing their clothes to embarrass them! I told all this to the gathered Lambdas, and halfway through it, Ray returned; the look on his face told me and everyone else in the room I was right! A search of his room turned up enough evidence to put him behind bars for years! But that's not what we did with him! You see, Mr. Crayle, once they realized that I wasn't a homophobic imposter, these guys started treating me as a friend. They apologized for what had happened, offered to delete all the photos, and even volunteered to testify against Ray in Court. Then someone mentioned that if all the details of this case came out, it could cause me an awful lot of embarrassment. Everyone agreed, and we started trying to come up with some other way out. That's how we decided that Ray would be made a permanent pledge of the fraternity, a house toy, forced to dress in whatever they chose for him and do whatever they pleased. With prison as an alternative, Ray eagerly agreed, and in no time at all, he was the big-breasted feminine one and I had been given a present of all his male clothes! So that was the end of that case, except I should add that I found out those Lambda guys are really great fellows once you get to know them. I'm not Gay, you understand, but I became close friends with a lot of them. We'd go out drinking or something on weekends, and once or twice a week I'd come over to the House for Dinner (They have a great Chef!) Of course, I've gone to their parties too, and last Halloween I even dressed up in that Dance Hall Gal outfit. I must say that it was a lot of laughs dancing and sashaying around for everybody. No one could believe how feminine I looked! Of course, I do have to keep all this secret from my employers and co- workers, but last week the President of Lambda suggested that I should consider becoming an Honorary Member. I could go through my hazing at another chapter, where nobody knows me, and I must say I'm giving it careful consideration. What do you think? - -DEAR READERS, CLINTON WROTE BACK TO THIS YOUNG MAN, STRONGLY URGING HIM TO BE CAREFUL! HE POINTED OUT THAT THE ONE WHO CAUSED ALL HIS TROUBLES WAS STILL IN THE FRAT HOUSE AND COULD USE THIS POSITION TO SPRING SOME VERY UNPLEASANT SURPRISES. UNFORTUNATELY, THE WARNING ARRIVED TOO LATE. I HAVE A FOLLOW-UP LETTER FROM THE YOUNG SECURITY OFFICER TELLING WHAT HAPPENED, AND I WILL PRINT IT IN A LATER ISSUE IF YOU WISH. "cc"

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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...

3 years ago
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Letter of recommendation1

“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...

2 years ago
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Letter from a Reality Readjustor

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...

3 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“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...

2 years ago
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Letter from Tacoma

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...

4 years ago
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Letter to a Cuckold

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...

2 years ago
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Letter from Boston

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...

2 years ago
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Letter Between Mom and Son

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...

1 year ago
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Letter from Ravenswood Bluff

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,...

3 years ago
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Letter from America

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...

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Letter From Mistress Cherie

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....

4 years ago
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Letter From the GraveChapter 3 the aftermath

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...

1 year ago
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Letter from the Front

( Copyright, Emanon_Pen, 2003. All Rights Reserved. The stories on this website are works of fiction. Any characters resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and entirely coincidental. Any actions taken by the characters or the portrait of such actions never occurred and if they mimic any form of reality, it is purely and entirely coincidental. These stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity and may be perceived by some as being pornographic. If you feel that literary...

3 years ago
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Letter from Coldstream Canyon

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...

3 years ago
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Letter from Prison

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...

2 years ago
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Letter from Oswego

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...

2 years ago
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Letter from Charleston

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...

3 years ago
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Letter from Shipley Terrace

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...

3 years ago
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Letter to the Children of My Wife

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...

3 years ago
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Letter From the GraveChapter 2 Noras letter

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...

3 years ago
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Letter from Chicago

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...

1 year ago
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Letter from Hartford

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...

3 years ago
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Letter from Sherier Place

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...

4 years ago
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LETTER FROM ST LOUIS

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...

3 years ago
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Letter From Los Angeles Ms Scunthorpes Rebuttal

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...

3 years ago
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Letter to a Dominant Lover

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...

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2 years ago
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Letter From a Stranger

*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...

2 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“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...

2 years ago
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Letter to the Professor

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...

4 years ago
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Letter to the Professor

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...

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2 years ago
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letter to GF part 1 bbw

this 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...

1 year ago
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Letter To Husband

Letter to husband Hi I am Priti 23rs old- I am 5’2″ with shoulder length straight hair. My stats is 36-28- 36. I am married and this is my real life story and I am putting in form of letter since this was the way I told my husband how I had enjoyed in his absence. This was the starting of of many incidents. Dear Jaan It happened when we were going around and u were at Office and I had gone out. I was wearing a spaghetti strapped silver top. I am sure u remembers that top, half my breasts...

4 years ago
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Letter From Shana

Letter From ShanaBy James Pendergrass – Copyright James X. Pendergrass 2011 All Rights Reserved.Hello,My name is Shana.  I'm a 32-year-old, happily-married suburban woman.  This is the story of how my marriage came to be the way it is.Let's start with the basics.  I come from an upper middle class family.  I'm white, hold a masters degree, and am a marketing director at a software company. I like to read books, go shopping, and eat at good restaurants.  I exercise regularly and eat a...

2 years ago
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Letter from Naylor Gardens

LETTER FROM NAYLOR GARDENSDear Shoeblossom:I met Mariah when she came to rent a room from me some time last year. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah’s a quiet girl, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one of her plain brown wrapped magazines—she subscribed to a rather graphic whips-and-chains periodical entitled ?BITCHES...

3 years ago
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Letter from Ivy Hill

LETTER FROM IVY HILLDear Shoeblossom: I am a female submissive. I never wanted to be, but my father raised me in a truly disciplinary fashion. My mother left us when I was young, and my father told me that he was going to teach me to not be a wandering slut like Ma. I think part of it, of course was that Pa wanted to get his hands on me. I am a curvy redhead, about five seven, and I’ve been that way since about sixth grade. I know that I was adopted when I was young, and my birth folks must’ve...

3 years ago
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Letter to a Nothing

Letter to a Nothing by Bridget StaceySynopsis: A wife's letter to her husband, telling him how he can expect their marriage to be in future. Copyright (c) 2009 Bridget Stacey [email protected](F/m, D/s, humiliation, nc, serious, transvestite, domestic femdom) Dear Nothing, I have noticed that you have been much nicer to me recently and much easier to deal with.  You have not spurted for quite a while now, have you?  You always behave much better to me when you have not spurted.  You can...

3 years ago
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Letter From Burlington

LETTER FROM BURLINGTON Dear Shoeblossom, ? How did I become a bald slave-pig to my husband and his waitress girlfriend? ? I'm an intelligent? Institutional Equity Sales Representative having worked at subsidiaries of AT&T, Disney, Rainbow Media Corporation and Liberty Media Corporation. I speak five languages and am a marathon runner. ? ?I work out every day and am considered beautiful by most men...what's wrong with me? ? I have (or had) full bodied, shoulder length curly copper hair, and...

4 years ago
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Letter Chronicles Amys Story

At my desk with coffee in hand, I take a break from working on tedious reports. Relaxing in my chair, I have a smile on my face as I think about the past couple of days. Hmm… my life has certainly taken a turn for the better after that meeting with Phillip.Glancing at my pen and stationery on the desk, I decide it’s time to write to my dear friend Susan about that night. After all, she is always encouraging me to get out more…March 12, 2019Dear SusanI hope this letter finds you fit and healthy...

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3 years ago
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Letter To My Miss

Dearest Miss,As I think of you, I say to myself, "My God, Jampu, you are such a little bitch." I continue to berate myself as if talking to my reflection in the mirror.'It is no wonder that Miss hesitated when you approached her, asking to be her sub.  It is as if she could see what a problem you might become.  How could she know that you would be so much trouble for her?  Perhaps, she had had others begging her domination.   She perhaps understood that having subs comes with difficult...

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4 years ago
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Letter 1 From the Lost Letter Bin in Everheart North Dakota

ManagerArby's Restaurant2398 N. Myrtle StreetEverheart, ND Dear Arby's:My name is Amanda Featherbottom and I am writing to complain about what is going on at your Arby's restaurant located at 2398 N. Myrtle Street here in Everheart, North DakotaThere are these two boys who come to your restaurant every day between 2:30 and 2:45 in the afternoon after they get off work at the chicken processing plant. One is named Jason Tiberson, and the other is Orville Gast. Jason is the taller one with dark...

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Letter To Tommy

Part 1 Hi Tom, I know I have not written to you or even called since you left for divinity school too get away from me. I have been keeping track through mom. I understand that you now pastor a big Church down in Austin TX. I know it has been a very long time but tonight I have to write you. I would call you but I have a feeling it would be a very long phone call (provided that you would talk to me that is). I want to tell you what I have been doing and what I have gotten myself mixed up in....

3 years ago
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Letter from Walsingham

Dear Shoeblossom, Some years back you got a "letter from Combermere" from Tulke and Barcelona Spinelli...it was about their femdom marriage, as so many of your letters are, and their marriage ended in 2005. Tulke moved from Combermere, across the state to Walsingham. This is an update on how Tulke is doing. He was my best friend growing up, and now he is my male slave! I wasn't gay back in the day...but a lot of things happened between then and now, and I wanted to keep your readers abreast of...

3 years ago
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Letters

This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 18 or easily offended, stay away. ----------------------------------------------- Letters ------------------- By Darkside. (c) [email protected] Comments to [email protected] After the horror of Incubus and the sweeping epic of Fury I've decided to write something a little lighter and shorter. Besides I owe Vickie Tern this story as part of a bet I lost :-( Before you ask, I know the...

1 year ago
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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

2 years ago
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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

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Letter To Mother

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...

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