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LETTER FROM EISENGRIM TOWNSHIP

Dear Shoeblossom:

Sometimes Brearley lets me jerk off. Kneeling on the hardwood floor on my bare knees, rubbing my stiff and long denied cock, it’s so painful! Brearley is always gorgeous, fully clothed as a striking contrast to my nakedness, in tight jeans or a sexy miniskirt, sometimes  a tube top. Often she will wear a sexy business office outfit, which really, really makes me feel even more naked, humiliated, and excited.

?Keep that willy whacking, Fremont, but don’t have an accident? Brearley tells me, as she  chortles, witnessing my humiliation.

Lady Nereida of Philadelphia told me that my wife was the most natural domme she’d ever met, and regretted I wouldn’t allow Brearley to work part time in her dungeon!!! Brearley is unique, that’s for sure!

I will cower before darling blonde Brearley, her tan burnishing her blonde hair like a sunset, as she smiles at her desperate husband in feminine contempt. What kind of an idiot gives his wife control over his orgasms? And allows her to fuck whoever she likes, whenever she likes? Really, what a loser I am, and here I am jerking off in front of her!

As I jerk my miserable dick, I muse on having been celibate and horny from anywhere from seventy to a hundred days. I jerk faster and faster, using my left hand, as Brearley forbids me to use the rightie?it’s too easy.

Darling Brearley will lean over, giving me a rare shot of her cleavage under her little top, and  laughs uproariously, watching me struggle. ?You just are so hilarious when you use your poor, weak left hand trying to get to cum. What a riot you are.?

Brearley learned that when I was young, I was a schoolteacher and used to punish the southpaws in class, tying their left hands behind their backs, and in retribution for torturing those miserable third graders, she is going to do the same to me, during my precious masturbation hour!

Brearley will run her long tongue across her full lips, shaking with laughter as my weak left hand tries desperately to create enough friction to orgasm.  ?You can do it, honey, faster and faster?come on, you can think about the old days when I used to blow you, before I realized what a sad little faggot you are!?

I get lost in her luminous eyes as she watches me, she fully clothed and me in my nude state, humiliated, naked and pumping my cock as fast as possible hoping that I can just cum in time?and I’m getting closer and closer?

Just as I’m about to cum, clumsily pulling my purple cock as my right hand stays obediently behind my back Brearley kicks me, savagely in the nuts with her high heels and it hurts so!

Really, and I was just about to spurt! And the semen hangs back in my pained balls, and I cry silently as Brearley will cane me viciously or even use the scourge, the evil leather one, if I make any noise?.her daughters are studying for their SATs?gorgeous girls that they are.

Sometimes Brearley’s daughters, named from Brearley’s hippie days on Morningstar Ranch, Minnow, Kara and Kismet, look in on me?all curvy and gorgeous, one from a black father? they laugh uproariously as I am tortured by their mother. My son Fillmore, from MY first marriage, is horrified as he walks swiftly past the living room.

Fillmore is terrified that Karma and Kismet could do the same to them  as Brearley does to me!

Did I bring this on myself? Certainly, when I married beautiful Brearley, I paid the cruelest dommes I have experienced, Lady Cubonova of Dubrovnik, Goddess Lavinia,  Mistress Ermengarde of Paris, and Ms. Sandrine Musgrave-Melchisedec to teach my darling Brearley their deadly arts?Young, blonde Fraulein Braun of Bavaria showed my darling wife how to light birthday candles in my rear, and also how to suck off a German Shepherd!

And Brearley has learned her work well--

I should be grateful that I have such a strict Mistress in my lovely, well-trained wife, but how I wish she would let me cum in a more pleasant, dignified manner?but she kicks as I jerk!

But if I am able to jerk fast enough, I can cum?unless she really kicks the crap out of my poor testicles. And she laughs, my Brearley. ?Oh, Fremont, you pitiful creature?you can’t even finish up your jerking off, can you? And think of all the men I’m fucking day in and day out, when you’re locked up in your little metal chastity tube here at home. What did I marry? a rich little hamster with no power whatsoever??

Much of the time, when I’m not off at the office, I am tied tightly to the marital bed, and Brearley comes home, and often brings a boyfriend. Sometimes she has me suck off one of her laughing, African-American studs, he is jamming his penis in my mouth as Brearley unlocks my chastity tube and plays with my penis. Hoping of course to turn me gay?but we all know it’s not the disgusting penis that makes me so horny?but her long manicured fingers, soft little fingers, tiny palm, blood red nails?.

I feel sometimes as if I have created a monster—Brearley took to my chastity belt so enthusiastically, and immediately discovered devilish ways to let me have my orgasms?I am entitled to an orgasm every two months with perfect behavior, but of course I earn week long sentence extensions for errors in housework and obedience?so I average an orgasm every four to five months?.

And Brearley quickly grew bored with allowing me to make love to her, even only twice a  year! When I am allowed an orgasm now, it’s always through some horror. One time I was ordered to strip in front of all of our friends, including my peers on the Eisengrim Chamber of Commerce, at a dinner party. Brearley locked my hands behind my back and forced me to dry-hump a towel, after she’d removed my chastity belt?the orgasm was worth it, but having Brearley take me by my hair and lick the semen off our hostesses towel was just a bit much, you know?

And another time, darling Brearley had me masturbate onto my business rival’s shoes?Beauchamp Carruthers, what a humiliation that was, and then I had to lick the semen off, and then, humiliated and no longer horny, I had to watch as they fucked in front of me!

Mistress Lavinia had taken over dominating her father after her mom’s death, and he was the very rich , Lispenard Ballou, who was singer-songwriter for the band Thunderclap, and ?Lip? was on an eighteen month schedule to cum?very, very rare?(she kept him locked up on tours) and so on one of his orgasm dates, Brearley ordered me to suck Lip off, and I’m afraid Lavinia had not milked his anus recently, and what a huge mouthful of semen I received!

Mistress Lavinia also told Brearley about how I, for a period of thirteen years, was kept in a chastity belt, and paid for  visits to Lavinia, once every Thursday. I would be nude and bound under a bottomless chair, and Lavinia would put her luscious buttocks through the chair, relaxing as I licked her to three orgasms.

If I couldn’t get Lavinia to cum three times, I was locked back up again and sent home, weeping, after of course she collected my $450 fee. But if I could make her cum three times, I was permitted to rub my cock (with my hands still bound) against one of the chair legs until I came

Mistress Kashmira, a dominatrix I knew in Bombay, sent e-mails to Brearley encouraging her to subjugate me to this humiliation as it was one that would transport my soul?

And then of course I would be locked up?.and that gave darling Brearley the idea of having me rub my cock against the dining room table while my hands were locked, but only after I rimmed our Honduran gardener’s buttocks for an hour! Oh, how disgusting!

But back to the dilemma-- it’s important, if I want any shot at cumming, in any perverted way that Brearley lets me, of course that I fellate her lovers when she asks me?those evil Negroes!

But I suck Lamar’s penis, or DeRoy’s or whoever she’s found downtown at one of Eisengrim Township’s ghetto bars or barber shops, or crack houses. I still will never understand why my beautiful, cultured wife  seeks out such trash, but that’s the way she is!

After Lamar cums in my mouth and wipes his disgusting black penis all over my poor face, getting my professionally trimmed Van Dyke beard all messy, darling Brearley pulls her hand away and locks my penis back up?and I always cry, and whine that she won’t let me cum.

Then Brearley spins me over and uses Lamar’s belt on my bare buttocks until I’m screaming in pain, and sometimes Lamar will give me a few licks after Brearley’s arm gets tired. And I howl in miserable pain, and try to bite the pillow so not to give Lamar the satisfaction of seeing what a crybaby I am?but of course I can never hold off long enough. I am, after all, a sad little crybaby, Shoeblossom!

I am sure you must be astonished at receiving a missive from an august personage as myself. I am Fremont Willibald Furneaux-Bates, second son of the Duke of Puddleby, back in the U. K. and if you know anything about Eisengrim Township, you know that I am from a fairly important family in this part of the state.

Does that matter as much as my mastery of not using my teeth when sucking Lamar’s penis, while darling Brearley canes my buttocks? I must admit, the first few times, after she whacked particularly hard, and I bit down, because the rattan had broken a blister on my left cheek, and Lamar howled in pain, things didn’t go so well for me—hanging by my balls for the rest of the evening from a chin-up bar in the basement.

But now, no matter how many vicious swats I get, I can suck Lamar’s penis as smoothly as if I were getting a blowjob at the same time! But that’s the kind of achievement I am secretly proud of.

Everyone on the outside is amazed by Fremont’s business accomplishments, how well Fremont manages the Eisengrim University Club,  or how well I play my eighteen holes of golf with the state Senator and the president of Eisengrim County Merchant’s Trust, both of whom I prepped with at Andover—that is what I’m lauded with. But at home it is such a different story!

The hardest part about being in slavery is certainly the chastity, and darling Brearley takes that quite seriously. Her oldest daughter, Minnow gets a real kick out of teasing me. Min has long curly strawberry blonde hair, and sometimes Brearley assigns me to kneel on a spot in the kitchen, one square in the linoleum, and I must do this naked, except for the chastity device.

Min will come in, wearing one of her cute little crop-tops and a tiny skirt, and giggle, pointing at me. ?What’s up there, Fremont?? I am forbidden to speak, and I just smile at Min sort of timidly. Then she often comes up to me and rubs her crotch  in my face, and bends over, showing me that incredible cleavage of hers.

?Don’t you wish you could touch these babies, Daddy Fremont?? Min coos. ?I should tell Mommy that you tried to rape me, I know you want to, don’t you?? Then she points her delectable pink tongue out at me.

Min is a second year student at Eisengrim State Law Center, but she behaves like a giggly bimbo all the time, it seems?she knows how to make my poor penis swell against the meager chastity belt. Once she brought a guy over who was wondering if he were gay, and made me suck him off, and that was quite traumatic.

Min sometimes shows up at the office, and comes in, always dressed to the nines in a short sundress, her boobs billowing around inside. I hear her enter the outer office, flirting with my co-workers, even the mail clerk?and then she comes in to see me, closing the door.

Usually she is hitting me up for money. Min sits in my lap and rubs her long, fragrant curly red locks in my face, and pushes my face into her swelling bosom. Brearley has forbidden me to give Min cash, as Min spends it on cocaine and dim-witted boyfriends—sure, she’s a law student, but she’s an evil one!

But I always end up getting all over-excited in my chastity belt, and Min rubs her soft, round buttocks against my Armani trousers. ?Min, you know your mom will beat my ass if I give you any money. Don’t you have your allowance??

?No, you know I blow it all on that nice Bolivian marching powder, Daddy Fremont.? Her breath in my ear just drives me out of my mind! ?Just a hundred, Fremont, come on, you know your Minnie loves you??

Min knows how to use her tongue all over my ears and neck, and she makes me absolutely insane?and rarely have I seen her with her clothes off, the evil little thing!

Once Minnow  stole the key to my chastity belt from her mother, and she dropped my pants, unlocked me and stroked my dick for half an hour with her pink nails?when my penis was swelling, she put it under the blade of the paper-cutter, and made me empty my wallet!

After I gave Min the money, she had me lie down and she stomped my penis into the carpet until I wept in pain, and then she locked me up again?telling me, as I begged for an orgasm that she didn’t want to mess with Mom’s training regimen!

Another time, Min dropped by because she needed to ?vent? her married boyfriend had dropped her for a younger girl, and she made me strip naked, and whipped my butt as I cowered against my couch, weeping copiously. Then, when I go out in the hall, the insolent mail clerk always smirks at me?he’s heard me screaming, what a wimp I am!

At home, when Brearley is out on dates, Min has me attend her in the bath, and that’s a big thrill?seeing my beautiful stepdaughter in the buff?.I wash her thoroughly, soaping her breasts for as long as she lets me?and then I shave her legs and pain her finger and toenails?and sometimes Min lets me do a little licking ?down there!?

But then of course she tells Brearley, and my wife, who is very jealous and enraged that I would attend to her young daughter this way, will hang me by my nipples from the garage ceiling for an hour, working me over with a cut piece of barbed wire?Once Brearley, after catching me tending to Karma’s bath, tied me to our electric fence and turned it on and off for an hour!

Brearley is not a horrible sadist, usually, but she knows that I am impetuous and disobedient, and the best way to keep me in line is using the stick, as you can imagine, and of course the carrot of having an orgasm.

Brearley is amused by my desperation, she loves watching my eyes tear up as she ties me to the bed and strokes my cock for hours. ?I can’t believe you got me into this tease-denial thing, Fremont? she told me once as her French nails tickled the underside of my empurpled member.

?You just seem to be so miserable honey. And you’re always begging me for a chance to cum, after you told me I should lock you up for long periods of time. Which do you want??

Brearley giggled when she said this, her tits bouncing in a little strappy black top that seemed to fit her like a glove. She attends a support group for dominant wives in the Eisengrim area, and they all laugh together about how the husbands can’t decide whether they want to be sexually cut off or not.

One weekend Brearley locked my balls to the testicles of another submissive husband, Rodnell some-thing or other? We were naked, back to back, our balls locked together, unable to sit comfortably. And did I mention that we barely knew each other?

But Rod’s wife dropped him off, and Brearley locked us up and put us in the basement, with six peanut butter sandwiches on stale bread and a gallon jug of water, and told us to stay together for seventy-two hours, and not eat the food up too fast?can you believe it?

Rod’s wife,  Corrine apparently locks him to different men all the time, and I was lucky that this was only my first time. Rod told me that he was only allowed to cum at Christmas and his birthday?and goodness he looked miserable.

?And Cori doesn’t tease me? Rod said sadly. ?Once a month she drains my anus  of backed up semen through a prostate massage, and unlocks me twice a week for quick penis baths?but there’s no teasing. She just uses me as a pay check so she can fuck half of Eisengrim Township.?

At one point, a HOT young woman, full-breasted in a striped top and miniskirt, and her hair drawn back in a ponytail dropped in, her name was Miss Carson, and the ladies had sent her to make us do a little exercise.

Miss Carson whipped Rod and I as we jumped up, bumping into each other (locked back to back, remember?) and as Miss Carson’s blacksnake whip alternately slashed our naked, wriggling forms.

?I am Rod’s alternative therapist? Miss Carson, who was all of 23, told us. ?Rodnell’s wife, darling Corrine, understands that Rod needs a humiliation guide to make him more sweet, to ‘gentle’ him. And I plan to do that in every way!?

And then she unlocked each of our chastity belts and stroked us to a near orgasm with her dark purple nails?oh God, Rod was slapped hard by Miss Carson for peering down her top. What a cleavage!

Brearley was so impressed with the welts that Miss Carson laid on me that weekend, that she sent me to Miss Carson for further training, and Miss C really enjoyed fucking me hard with her long, thick dildo, and then ordering me to lick the shit off of it? my shit! I just hope that eventually Brearley will have mercy on me and let me cum?what do you think?

Best,

Fremont

Dear Fremont:

Slaves all over are complaining about the lack of cumming! I get letters constantly. Palmer, slave of Dexter H. of Quincy, Massachusetts tells me that his macho Daddy hasn’t allowed a squirt in nearly nineteen months, and the last fifteen of those months Palmer has not been allowed to use his palm to touch his penis at all!

Jeannette, who has slave Russ in North Park, a section of San Diego, California, tells me that she has transported Russ’s mind to the point that orgasms are no longer relevant, and she hopes to cut her husband’s balls off soon??He needs to know that I am number one and me only.?

So there’s an insight for you?just be happy you got your balls!

Best,

Shoeblossom

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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...

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...

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 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 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...

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 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...

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 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 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 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...

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...

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 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 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...

4 years ago
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Letter To Clinton Crayle

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...

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...

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...

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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...

Lesbian
4 years ago
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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...

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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4 years ago
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Letter from Vancouver

LETTER FROM VANCOUVERDear Shoeblossom:Having enjoyed so many of your letters from BDSM enthusiasts in the States, I thought I would tell you about my husband, Conrad, the Canadian Cuckold. (Catchy?)My husband Conrad and I are at the Levinger’s party, socializing, but of course he is almost ignoring all the other women there, he just gazes earnestly, plucking my arm?he is in LOOVE with me!I am busy in conversation with Grigsby and Gail Gorlitz; Grigs is secretly my toilet slave-we meet in a...

4 years ago
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Letter from Annapolis

LETTER FROM ANNAPOLISDear Shoeblossom:I’ve always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me?she’d want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware?she’d shake her head because I didn’t want to play with paper dolls?I wanted to be like my macho father.Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call a Rubenesque figure. When she heard me say ?Fuck? over the phone to a classmate, she knew that I was doing the evil adolescent...

4 years ago
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Letter from Good Hope Road

LETTER FROM GOOD HOPE ROADDear Shoeblossom:Cymbeline really knows how to give a blowjob. I don’t understand it, because she’s such a committed feminist out in the real world, she’s a lawyer for abused women, but when we’re home, she’s constantly between my legs, her dark head pumping away on my hard cock, as I reach down and twist and flick her nipples.?So tell me about equal pay for equal work.? I say, as I take my long, thin Malacca cane and whack her back as Cymbeline services me. ?Tell me...

1 year ago
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Letter from Jefferson City

LETTER FROM JEFFERSON CITYDear Shoeblossom:Do you get many letters from Jeff City, or from Missouri at all? Harmon, my husband tells me we are the ?silent majority? and no one cares about us, until the Presidential elections come around. Then we’re considered the conservatives, I suppose. Harmon and I were at one of those Tea Party Town Hall events, and I remember reading an editorial about us later, describing us as semiliterate malcontents with false morals. Morals? Who knows. I don’t feel...

4 years ago
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Letter from Topeka

LETTER FROM TOPEKADear Shoeblossom:I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the paper boy greets me respectfully ?Mr. Wegg, how are you?? I grin at him. Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city? and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan.?Hello, Pom.? She greets me, smiling. ?The kids are away for three days with my parents, and so we have a bit of alone time.? Zee smiles and my cock hardens in the...

2 years ago
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Letter from Emoryville

LETTER FROM EMORYVILLEDear Shoeblossom:My wife and I really have enjoyed your letters. It has been a major help to us in the changes we’ve made in our relationship. For one thing, my wife is not a woman-born woman. In fact, Monisha used to be my teammate when we played soccer for San Francisco State University.We were living together, just a couple of guys, chasing girls and drinking beer, but one night Monisha (who was then called Monson) told me that he fantasized about me whipping him with a...

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