Letter from the Inquisition
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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 all this.
Barcelona met Tulke in the Combermere Tawse Society, and they continued, even after their marriage, to go to parties there, usually where Barci would try her talents with other slave-boys and Tulke would sexually service Masters and Mistresses.
During this time, Barci met another submissive, one far richer than Tulke, a Senator Peverill. Barci really enjoyed Pev; he was willing to have his balls removed and to do a transgender thing, which Tulke had put a limit on. You could whip Tulke's balls, burn them, but not cut them off.
So Barci and Tulke split, and heartbroken, Tulke moved to Walsingham, where a relative was president of the local college, called "Wally U." Tulke got a job as a provost there, and also taught a few courses.
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At first it was weird, not being enslaved by Barci. Walsingham had no BDSM society, and so Tulke, for the first time in fifteen years, was loose to live as he liked. Tulke could wear clothes in the house, watch "Sportscenter" whenever he liked...
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Barci had loathed sports, and had only allowed Tulke to watch the Superbowl...usually making him sit on a large cucumber, with a jar of fire ants on his penis, and the sound turned off....that had been his once a year sports treat...and now he could turn the TV on whenever he liked!
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Tulke also was able to hire a maid. No longer was he polishing the silverware or scrubbing the bathroom floor, naked except for his chastity device and a frilly apron, while his friends played golf.
I was one of the few guys in on Tulke's secret, and his other friends would ask why he'd given up a sport he loved...but he didn't leave the house much under Barci's reign, except to go to work, run errands, or clean the yard.
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And now Tulke could beat his meat whenever he liked, and also he began dating lots of women.
And having nice, normal sex, some women, taken by his good looks and great job, would practically worship Tulke now. Tulke still fantasized about dominant women, though he did enjoy the blowjobs he was getting from the Walsingham ladies...
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But for fifteen years Tulke had been in a chastity belt.
For most of that time he'd also only been allowed to speak when spoken to, and Barci had made Tulke spend most of his non-cleaning time locked in one room of the house, writing punishment Latin lines, as he'd done as a prep school boy.
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Now he could use the phone, run his mouth, and screw women...and masturbate ten times a day! Unlike many of your letters, when a chastity slave talks about being locked in a belt but then released for teasing..
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Tulke hadn't had much of that. Barci had multiple sclerosis, not terribly serious, but she wearied of stroking Tulke's cock.
So Barcelona kept him locked continuously, allowing him to jerk off under some horrific condition, once every six weeks or so.
The effect on Tulke's penis had been...unusual!
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At first when being re-locked, he'd be madly horny for some days, and then his poor cock would just sort of go numb...
Occasionally Tulke's penis would grow a bit hard when he'd see his cute secretary...or during a powerful session, but it didn't do much, and so when he was occasionally allowed to jerk off, it took him a while to get hard. Barci had cruelly noticed this and told Tulke if he couldn't cum within five minutes he would be re-locked for another month...it had been really a difficult experience.?
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Once, Barci had refused Tulke an orgasm until he'd gone to the local state prison, where Barci was a social worker, and gone down on ten convicts after a jail AA meeting...
But now he was free!
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Still, at some level, having these orgasms with hot girls sucking him was not as meaningful as jerking off on his knees after 84 days of chastity, shooting the semen on a ashtray laden with the cigarette butts of his wife's lovers, and then having to eat the semen stained butts and lick the ashtray clean...somehow....
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When Tulke began dating again, he had a lot of skills that pleased the various women.
He'd become a brilliant oral worshippper, since he'd spent fifteen years between his wife's legs, as well as many other women's...when he'd failed to give Mistress Barcelona her required orgasm, she'd thrashed him with her bullwhip, and he'd quickly learned what a woman wanted.
In fact, when women gave Tulke blowjobs, he also could've given them tips, because he'd been forced to suck many a man's penis during his servitude to Barci.
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Women also liked it because (thanks to brutal training) Tulke was a gourmet chef and an enthusiastic neat-freak...
None of the ugly, annoying problems they suffered with real men. He knew the good restaurants, and showered any girl who was the least bit nice to him with jewelry and presents...
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As a school provost, Tulke began screwing a lot of female professors and also the occasional undergraduate girl...it was amazing.
"Now I don't have burns on my butt from Barci's Virginia Slims..And no one has fucked my ass with their penis or a dildo....it's remarkable." Tulke told me one night when we were having a few beers, a privilege he'd not enjoyed in the time he had been married to Barci.
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And then Tulke had met Marina.
Marina was a word processor...a mere typist in Tulke's department.
She had long curly dark hair and full breasts and was a little older than the girls Tulke had been squiring about...yet he had been timid in asking her out.
Not because of sexual harassment, he was completely protected there by his relative who was President of the college, and also an aunt who was a Dean, but she seemed so...aloof.
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Marina was old fashioned, and despite her lack of education,she shared Tulke's interest in books, museums, and theater...
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Marina had worked as a volunteer usher at the opera and symphony so she could get free tickets, and was thrilled to be dating a guy who had subscriptions to every expensive event in town.
She and Tulke had a similar sense of humor and things went along swimmingly until one day when she asked him why he had a hairbrush on his mantelpiece.
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"It's always there." Marina said to him, interrupting a little argument they were having. "I thoguht you'd left it there but you are such a punctual little housekeeper, Tulke."
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Tulke had blushed. He had taken note that as nice as Marina was, ?she had slightly demeaning ways of talking to him.
She'd laughed at him when he'd confessed that he couldn’t swim, had never learned to ride a bicycle, or throw a football...
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She'd also made some demeaning comments about the size of Tulke's penis, once asking "Is it in yet?" before coitus.
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But then Marina would take off her top and wave her boobs at him in their burgundy demibra and of course he'd lose his mind.
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Although they'd been very sexually intimate in the beginning of the relationship, and Marina had used her mouth in amazing ways, of late, Marina had ?tended to push Tulke's head down between her legs when he tried to enter her...
Tulke would bring 'Rina to hours of orgasms, but then when he'd come up and try to kiss her and "get his" she would make a face, at the thought of his mouth having been on her nasty pussy, and turn over, leaving Tulke aroused and unable to sleep.
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Several times, Marina had played strip poker with Tulke and some of her other friends, men and women, and Tulke was such a bad player, he'd always be the one naked at the end, and then Marina would suggest he dance around to entertain them all...but she was so sexy and he just loved her!
This helped a bit after the poker games, when her old motorcycle gang buddies Pickles, Rashface, Boomer and Claymore were throwing beer cans at Tulke's naked body...but if he danced for 'Rina, he knew she loved him!
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Tulke had always been attracted to the gum-popping, big hair girls who smoked in the high school parking lot, and beat him up and took his lunch money if he approached them.
Marina was certainly the type, and even had a gang tattoo from her younger days. Barci, Tulke's ex wife had looked much like the gamine blonde news anchor Megyn Kelly, and Marina was more of a Reba MacIntire sort...
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As I said, they'd been arguing about something else, and when Marina waved the brush in front of Tulke's face, he'd tried to get her to drop the subject and go back to what they'd been quarreling over initially.
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"Marina, I wanted to talk to you about borrowing my Visa card.
I told you that you could spend three hundred bucks at Victoria's Secret and Betsy Johnson, but you went nuts over at the Wet Seal store and spent nearly a thousand dollars!"
"You liked what I bought, didn't you?"
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Tulke gasped, remembering. "Yes, I did of course, but I'm not made of money--"
Tulke, you want me to dress sexily, like a super-tart, and then you bitch and moan--"
"I don't bitch--men don't bitch--"
"You aren't much of a man, Tulke...you're a small penis bitch. You remind me of my tattletale little brother."
Tulke blushed harder.
"You want me to look hot, and I know how excited you get when I mash my tits together in one of these crop-tops...but then comes the whining about the price...
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Yes, and yesterday you said I was a slut for flirting with guys who see my dress."
'Rina paused, thinking of the cute garage mechanic who checked her out.
Tulke then interrupted her thoughts with "You don't have to be a trollop to dress nicely, and besides you could go to thrift stores, or Goodwill."?
"Goodwill, ick"?
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"Oh come on, Marina" Tulke had said nastily. "You grew up in a trailer park, aren't you used to stores like Goodwill?"
Marina's beautifully plucked eyebrows had furrowed. "Tell me again, why you have this hairbrush, you bitchy little snob?"
Tulke had gulped. As 'Rina had gotten angrier, her breasts had jutted more and more prominently.
"Uh, my Nana--it belonged to her, see? It's made with ivory, my grandparents got it in ?Europe, and you can't get elephant tusk hairbrushes anymore because of those ridiculous laws about the elephants."
Marina smiled. "Did Nana use this to keep you in line, Tulke?" Marina grinned. "My dad used a razor strop on my brothers--"
Tulke was now cherry red. "Yes, after I turned 18,Nana ?spanked me with it sometimes--"
"Dropped your pants for you, I bet. Your sister told me about it when we went to their place for Thanksgiving.
Something about Nana catching you sniffing her support hose, She whipped you in front of your brothers and sisters? And there were neighborhood girls there too, I heard." Marina snorted.
"And then after you lost a fight after Sunday school, your Grandpa made you wear nail polish and a frilly dress and skip rope in the driveway to shame you into being a real boy...
And when you slowed down, he came out and pulled your panties down and your skirt up and gave you the frying pan...you were nineteen, right?"
Tulke was crimson. The fact was, his grandmother had whipped him for doing badly at piano lessons, for showing bad report cards and a lot of other things.
Tulke had been raised by very permissive parents, but they were often abroad, and although they offered to take him with them, he had a strange attachment to Nana and Gramps.
And they had continued to spank and humiliate him until his late twenties!
Now Tulke looked up and reluctantly met Marina's eyes. She was wearing a tiny hot pink angora sweater and tapping Nana's hairbrush against her red manicured nails...
"Tulke, I Think it was incredibly rude and mean that you bring up my impoverished upbringing and how I only deserve thrift stores. I could mention more how you were a sissy-faggot for Nana..."
For a moment Tulke had a memory of before his grandparent's death, his ex-wife Barcelona had invited Nana for tea, this of course years before their divorce.
Barci had also called Tulke's sisters, and they'd all showed up and Tulke had been forced to wait on them in a pink apron and high heels.
And then after they'd eaten their crumpets and drank the Earl Grey, Barci had tied Tulke's ?wrists to a hook in the ceiling and put mousetraps on his nipples...and Nana and his sisters had taken turns tossing metal bar darts at Tulke's waving penis.
Tulke had not been surprised that Nana had not objected to all this. He had told Barci (in confidence, of course) that Nana had whipped his penis with a paint paddle and sometimes a cut off car ariel for the crime of masturbation...and sometimes Nana had threatened to cut his penis off with garden shears as his sisters had giggled.
At the end of that horrible session, Tulke had begun crying as one of Nana's darts had lodged itself into the crown of his penis, and the sharp end had pulled his penis down, although, as Barci noted later, Tulke had remained completely erect!
"It might not have hurt so much if you hadn't been so aroused, slave-boy"
Gramps had even brought an old Daisy air rifle he'd left in the car, and the group had taken turns shooting BBs at Tulke's penis to make him scream!
Now, Tulke looked earnestly into Marina's huge green eyes. "I really apologize for the things I said, Marina.
Of course you can use my credit cards. Please just remember I have a five thousand dollar limit--"
WHACK! Marina's palm, fingers loaded down with rings, left a deep red mark on Tulke's face.
"I'm sick of you putting limits on me. Now you're crying like a little baby."
Tulke was humiliated, but still quite aroused. Giles watched hungrily as Marina's full bosom swelled against the pink top, her nipples poking out like tiny missiles...
Marina slapped Giles again, and his head rang.
"Stop gaping at my tits, you filthy pervert!" Marina slapped him again. "I'm not going to let you touch my tits for a month!"
Marina reached down to her waist and pulled her sweater up briefly so Tulke could view her cleavage.
"No more sucking, or kissing or touching...I might not even let you see them. You are a snob and a pig, and you deserve nothing."
Tulke dropped to his knees as Marina pulled her sweater back down. He thought of her beautiful breasts, and the hours he'd spent sucking on them...they were natural and they didn't sag. He thought of thirty days without them...and began crying again.
"Please, oh please don't take my candies away from me!" Tulke loved big breasts, especially Marina's.
When he'd been seeing Mistress Cuneo, during graduate school in Milan, she'd noted his obsession with her gorgeous rack, and to train him to drink piss, she'd dipped a bra in pee, and then put it on, telling him he could only kiss her breasts while sucking the urine out of her bra till it was dry...
And Tulke had done this for months on and off, and then one day she'd said "No more tits, drink my piss!"
Now he was disconsolate, thinking of the denial of Marina's glorious bosom.
Marina now looked contemptuously on poor Tulke, and tapped the hairbrush once more.
"I might suspend the no tit sentence and punish you another way."
Tulke immediately understood and he arose.
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?Marina took his hand and they walked into his living room. ?Marina sat down in the armchair.
Tulke breathed heavily, and then undid his pants and pulled them down. Marina frowned and looked at Tulke's undies, and he reluctantly pulled those down as well. Marina reached over and tied Tulke's shirtsleeves into a little bow over his navel and then snickered, staring at his bulging erection.
"I need a microscope to even see it. I can't believe I date someone like you. You're almost a goddamn hermaphrodite" Noting Tulke's hungry eyes,?
Marina tucked in her top slightly, tightening the sweater over her huge tits, and then she pulled back her miniskirt displaying her long legs, encased in the fishnet stockings.
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Marina smiled at Tulke, witnessing his consternation. On one hand he wanted this punishment, needed it.
And on the other he was terrified, and like a whiny, tired child at the shopping mall, he wanted his way, but was asking to be taken out to the family car and spanked...to get the correction.
Marina thought about what Tulke had said, his snobbery and how he wanted her to tart up but on a budget so he could continue to buy fine china and other sissy things...
Barci had kept Tulke on a strict allowance, pocketing his salary and dividends from his trust fund, but since Tulke had been "loose" again, he was quite the spendthrift, yet selfish with others.
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Finally, Tulke lay across Marina's lap. She looked at his fat pale white ass. He really needed to do aerobics. Tiny dick, big ass...damn. And he was still crying, over her knee.
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"Tulke, you should quit your weeping...I am going to give you something to really cry about."
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And it was true...by the fifth stroke Tulke was screaming, and by the twentieth, he was almost having a nervous breakdown.
Kicking his legs, waving and flailing the arms...it was a sad situation, although Marina was highly amused. Finally, after the fiftieth stroke, Marina used Tulke's ear to pull him to his feet, and then snapped her fingers.
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"Give me your belt" she demanded
"B-but you-you punished me...it's over isn't it, ma'am?"
Ma'am...she liked that.
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After a fierce look, Tulke cringed and handed Marina his belt, and she ordered him to lie across the armrest of the couch.
"I keep thinking of your fancy car and all this crap, and how little I have, and the grief you give me. Now you can have some grief."
Twenty-five strokes of the belt later, and Tulke was utterly defeated. Marina then pulled Tulke up, so he was quivering on shaking legs...Marina reached down and ran a long red nail across his penis.
His penis was finally starting to recover from the canings that Barci had given him...the many times she'd put cigarettes out on his dick and his nipples...the time she'd let her boyfriend touch the tip with a hot fireplace poker....
"Look at this tiny little Vienna sausage." Marina said thoughtfully as she rapidly masturbated Tulke until his penis was sticking straight out...
And he was forgetting a little bit about the intense pain in his buttocks and lower thighs.
"You think you're hot stuff, don't you honey...you like giving me pleasure, eh, darling?"
Tulke nodded, and grinned a little.
"Close your eyes, and I'll make up for all you've gone through."
Tulke closed his eyes and wondered if she would give him a blowjob.
She was awfully good at that.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The belt came down five or six times on his penis, buckle first and Tulke screamed.
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Before he could pull back, he saw Marina remove one of her high heels and, grabbing the tip of the shoe, she'd slammed the stiletto down on Tulke's cock head as well...
"Now get in the corner, yes, with your pants down and stay there, you little sissy-faggot!"
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As I tell you this, I heard the story from both Tulke and Marina. I was one of Tulke's close friends, and grew to enjoy Marina's company too...
Yup, she was not ?nearly as snooty as Barcelona tended to be...and I think this is the way it happened...because of course Tulke had a submissive nature....
Tulke told me that although Barci had ?had ?a strong, tennis-playing arm...she'd weakened it through the multiple sclerosis, and Tulke had been very obedient anyway...but Marina really could swing a belt!
So Tulke stood in the corner, his fiery butt on display and later on Marina came to let him out.
By this time, Tulke's legs were paralyzed with near sleep, and he had wondered if she'd forgotten about him...
Still he was so frightened at this point that he would've stood there all night until she'd noticed him at the breakfast table.
But it had been about three hours. Tulke was still blubbering slightly, and as he turned to see Marina approach him, he shrank back a little, but she was no longer angry.
Marina first took Tulke to the armchair and she sat down, and had him sit on her lap and she cuddled him a bit, but noticing the pain in his eyes, from his welted buttocks being pressed against her legs, they repaired to the bedroom, where Tulke stripped and lay on his stomach, and Marina rubbed cooling lotion on his red welts.
Then 'Rina had turned him over and gave him a hand job, while letting him suck on her breasts after she slowly and seductively removed her shirt and bra.
However, the next day, when Tulke playfully grabbed her tit after breakfast, Marina slapped his cheek.
"No touching, Tulkie"
"But you said my sentence was rescinded because I took the whipping."
"That was yesterday. I've decided you have to work for boobie privileges. from now on."
Men's devotion to her mammaries was no surprise to Marina.
Once her high school principal had asked her to tape down her nipples back when she'd been an energetic cheerleader.
But then Marina had threatened to send pictures that had been surreptitiously taken of the principal and Marina's hot Mom, to his wife if he didn't shut up...and he had!
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