Letter from the Inquisition
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LETTER FROM MASOCHISTA
Dear Shoeblossom: Sleeping can be tough these days?I have dreams, and my penis attempts an erection sometimes around four in the morning, and of course it’s locked up in a TINY chastity tube, which can be quite painful.
Think of it, before I came to Masochista, I had a little aerobics instructor girlfriend who would suck my dick all night long?and before I sold my invention and retired to Masochista, I had affairs going on with my secretary, my two typists, and every other little bitch in the company, and now I can’t even get a hard-on!
I awaken to Miss Cayuga pouring cold, stinging water on my face. Oh it stinks. I can’t move my wrists. ?Cay—oh, come on.? I open my eyes to the—oh God, yellow liquid coming into my eyes, the bitch is PEEING on me.
?Wake up, Evarts, you asshole.? She is standing over me over my head on the couch, pulling up her adorable little miniskirt and peeing onto my sleeping face!
Fourteen months I’ve lived in Masochista, and the girls always find a new way to awaken me, damn it. Last week Desdemona and Keri Anne were looking after me, and they attached electro plugs to my testicles, which zapped me awake at seven a.m. I was sleeping at Keri Anne’s feet, and I shouted for her to wake up, but then she pressed a snooze button, and fifteen minutes later the zappers went off again!
?C’mon, Evarts, you lazy slob, get out of the damn bed. You white males make me ill.? Cayuga, a beautiful Puerto Rican, smiles impishly. ?Or I can ride your face a little bit. I could use a little morning stimulation!? She is so cute and she presses her pussy lips together right over my face and my cock attempts once again to harden in the tube.
But of course I just feel an incredible crush as the penis inflates and is squeezed against the tight, unrelenting steel tube. I last came about a month ago, and wow, do things build up back there.
Cay waves her lovely big breasts, encased in one of those revolting punk rock concert T-shirts over my head, and I’d love to grab them but my hands are tied, literally, that’s how I sleep!
Looking out of the window, and across the street, Brunsvold DeFauw, a foreign import-export magnate vacationing here in Masochista is leaving his house, naked except for his chastity belt.
Brunsvold must have done something to annoy his Trainer to be put on a clothing restriction. This means, of course that all the ladies of Masochista will mistreat Brunsvold as he goes down the street; it’s a female dominated town, after all.
It’s literally apartheid! Look at Brunsvold go. He just ran into young Miss Morgana, who was licking a strawberry ice cream in front of the house next door. She is nominally supervising her charge, an aging banker who is doing some weeding in the front yard, but yup, she has a little time to give Brunsvold shit, too.
I can’t hear what she’s saying to Brunsvold, but he’s shaking his head and sweating, and now Morgana has just grabbed him by his right nipple and twisted it, and Brunsvold is dropping to his knees.
Damn! She’s using her handcuffs from her utility belt, which rivals Batman’s, to lock Brunsvold’s hands behind his back and now she’s unlocking his chastity belt. The women all have Master keys to the chastity belts, everybody’s, but they’re careful not to let anyone orgasm until the Mayor gives out the orgasm dates (everyone has a separate one, and the women have the lists)
God, watch Morgana stroking Brunsveld’s cock, he’s getting harder and harder?and she’s running her pink nails up and down it, and she looks so cute in her halter top and Daisy Duke shorts?almost as cute as Cayuga.
Morgie really has an expertise in tickling Brunsvold’s dick until it is seriously swelling?.she opens her shirt a little bit, laughing as he drools dangerously near her cleavage. Poor thing, he’ll never get to kiss her breasts. That’s a big treat for trainers. Cayuga when she’s in a good mood lets me lick the underside of her glorious tits, but never, never gives me a nipple!
Brunsvold looks so ridiculous, he’s old and fat and this girl is making him look absolutely ridiculous. His hands are bound behind his back and he keeps going up and down on his stubby little knees as she rubs and stimulates his hardening cock.
Brunsvold comes to Masochista every other month, when he’s not busy with his business, and he’s a great neighbor as he usually is in the bungalow right across the street from mine.
Brunsvold told me in heavily accented English that living here has been really good for his heart and his liver, as men are not permitted alcohol, cigarettes or too much salt. But he’s bitching about not being able to cum, and Morgana has taken her hand away and she’s kicking him in the balls! A girl down the street is clapping (I have a great view from my window)
It’s like when we were kids—before the lawsuits and psychology, if you got punished by the neighbor, a spanking, your mom would spank you also when you got home. This is what it’s like in Masochista. Morgana is trying to emphasize to Brunsvold that he shouldn’t upset his trainer? and he’s learning his lesson!
She has now locked poor Brunny back in chastity, and sent him on his way!
But Brunsvold isn’t really humiliated?not REALLY.
Titus Hahn, the mayor of Masochista founded our peculiar little hamlet with the understanding that men would no longer be ashamed of having a submissive nature, at least within the city limits. (Though of course the poor bastards could be put through shame and humiliation over any other situation!)
Titus was owner of several houses of pain, dungeons and the like in cities across the country, and his wife, Mistress Penelope, is a retired dominatrix.
Titus was able to recruit, through Penelope lots of women who knew they’d be well paid to be dommes in the Masochista project, by its wealthy residents!
Titus bought a rather large bit of land in an area of California, near Gualala, where it’s fairly warm and he set things up, spreading the word, and the slave boys came!
You’d never actually know that Titus is in charge of our village, as the youngest girl trainer, boobies jiggling in her camisole will be whipping Titus’s bare butt in the front yard of his mansion.
You’d think such a rich and well-placed submissive would be tougher than other slaves, after all Titus has been in the biz a while, but he screams and cries, and when Penelope or one of the other evil bitches puts him in a humiliating outfit, such as a bonnet and diapers, or a frilly pink dress, you should see how Titus cries and wails in protest!
Although Titus keeps the records of who is allowed to have an orgasm when, his wife Penelope has HIS orgasms restricted.
Penelope is a nasty old bitch. She has bleached blonde hair that she keeps piled in buns over her head, but she’s about fifty-plus, and I wonder sometimes if those oversize tits of hers stand up as well in her snug PVC bustiers as they do when she’s naked. Of course I’ve never seen Penelope naked?
She thinks it’s funny to carry darts in her purse and throw them at a naked slave boy’s nipples, or tie a little rope around a guy’s balls and attach them to her horse’s saddle before she takes it for a canter!
I have to say, though Penelope is not one of my ideal women to be considered a babe, she’s often tied me down and given me long teases, and she really knows what a guy’s dick feels like?to the guy.
Penelope loves to stroke the sensitive underside of my cock and make me scream and yell?when she gets me all het up, she orders me to bark like a dog or squeal like a pig, and by George, I do it!
I swore I’d never suck penises, and Penelope has gotten me so excited that I will suck off another slave boy for the chance to orgasm myself?though she always takes her hand away, Penelope does, and makes me kneel on jacks and beat off with my left hand when it’s my turn to orgasm, no matter how many dicks I’ve sucked for her!
But Penelope is equally as evil to so many other men, that I can’t complain that much?
And when Penelope walks through town, men get really nervous, as she is temperamental, to the point that she can get dangerous. It possibly could be because she’s going through the Change, but by now you’d think she was through that, right?
Penelope is very much like the Prussian dictator, Frederick William, who would beat a soldier upon inspection if he didn’t look perfect. She walks through town with a short dog-whip, and often will see a resident and order him to strip and then she’ll just thrash him until he screams!
?You people make me sick? Penelope told me once, as she squeezed my balls in the Masochista town square. ?Rich slave-pigs who think they’re just big shit?you’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!?
As a paying resident in Masochista, you can choose your trainers, and I understand many people ask Penelope to work with them. There are a few submissive women here, one of them is called Gwyneth, and I’ve seen Penelope putting the poor girl through her paces.
Penelope really seems to get joy out of whipping Gwyneth’s chubby buttocks (Gwyn is pretty, but what you call a Big Beautiful Woman) and once or twice I have gone to what they call the ?Display Clubs? in Masochista on a Saturday night and seen Gwyneth having her breasts tortured by Penelope, who also enjoys kicking poor Gwyneth in the cunt.
But, as Gwyneth told me once over lunch ?Being forced to walk naked in a town full of clothed people, to be caned and whipped by Penelope blows all my tension. I’m not focused on my horrible chain of travel agencies, and whether they’re losing money to the Internet, or worried about Mom in the nursing home?I’m just a nasty little slave piglet, you know what I mean, Evarts??
Penelope has a way of flogging that leaves red streaks all over a submissive’s body, to the point that they look as if they’re about to collapse?certainly Titus has a few scars on him, when I’ve seen him in the altogether!
Masochista has made Titus a multimillionaire, and he is thinking of putting similar towns in other states. It is remarkable how many submissive men have means to pay for this sort of lifestyle?it’s done me a world of good!
And now Cayuga has slapped me gently, interrupting my reverie, and bringing me back to the present. ?Goddamit, Evarts, can’t you focus on me? What are you doing getting in everybody’s business for??
Blessedly, Cayuga unties me and I get up?now my dick is really, really hurting in the tube. She gives me a tender kiss on the mouth—Cay is more affectionate than some of the girls here.
Of course her tenderness, being kissed by those full lips gets me twice as horny and miserable, but I do love her a lot! ?What’s wrong, baby? Cay asks me sympathetically. ?Are you too horny??
?I-I just need a cold shower, Cay. Don’t worry about it.? Cay grins at me, and tucks in her Lady Gaga T-shirt, and her nipples protrude against the thin material. My dick feels like it’s going to strangle in the tight little tube.
?I have a better idea, I’m going to get you to do jumping jacks, Evarts. This will take your mind off your dick, which is where it’s on too often? Leading me into the living room, I wince in horror as Cay picks up a long hazel switch and lashes my bare hip. I’m nude, of course?
WHACK WHACK WHACK Cayuga slashes both sides of my fat flabby body and I begin doing jumping jacks. ?That’s right, Evarts, you pathetic asshole, up and down make them count, boy!? She goes around back and gives me a few in the rear and I am almost crying, the switching is vicious, but hey?my erection is gone!
After Cayuga leaves me shaking and crouched on the living room floor from the exercise ?whipping?, the door opens, and Elexyona, a honey blonde with boobs almost falling out of a button down shirt tied just above her waist, walks in.
?Hey Cay!? The two girls hug. ?Time for my shift with Dirtbag here, bet he needs a shower.? Cayuga nods, laughing and walks out the door.
Elexyona takes her key and unlocks my chastity device. ?We’re going to wash you up, and I’m not going to cuff you, but if you try to touch your little worm there, Evarts, I’ll kick you where it counts, let me tell you!?
?Yes Miss Elexyona.? I say, cowed. I keep my hands by my sides as Elexyona takes her shirt and shorts off, revealing a pink bikini, and then follow her in the bathroom. Elexyona knows how to walk ahead of a man, let me tell you, she undulates her hips, and ?accidentally? brushes my dick with her full buttocks several times.
My cock and balls are so engorged from the long time they’ve been without relief that it’s really hard not to touch myself, but Elexyona is a woman of her word.
We step into the oversized shower, and Elexyona turns on the nozzle, and warm water falls on us both, but Elexyona is careful not to let her hair get wet, as it is in a really hot little style.
First Elexyona washes my shoulders, and my chest, and then lovingly brings her hands down around my hips, driving me crazy as she casually keeps her hands away from my crotch until the last minute.
I am instructed to continue to keep my hands by my sides. The first week I was in Masochista, I hesitantly touched one of my bather’s breasts, and she took me downtown, stark naked and horsewhipped me in the town square. I’ve learned to keep my hands to myself unless given permission!
Elexyona continues to wash my inner thighs, at this point I am standing directly under the shower and she is squatted down, rubbing and stroking my loins with her soft little hands. Elexyona isn’t more than twenty-one, and full of energy. She has a massage certificate, I understand, and is a very valued citizen-trainer here in Masochista.
Finally, Elexyona begins soaping and stroking my cock and balls. Now I have to stand very still, though of course I am staring down into that damned hot pink bikini cleavage. She looks up at me and grins, and my dick resembles an MX Missile.
Elexyona rubs and strokes my poor dick and my thighs start shaking, and my tongue feels huge in my mouth. I am trying so hard to keep my hands by my sides, but I am going fucking crazy here!
?Are you feeling like you’re about to cum, Evarts?? Elexyona asks sympathetically. She looks up at me and jiggles her boobs. ?You know I will be quite upset with you if you have an accident.?
I nod my head. She stands up. ?Open your mouth, and eat this soap. It’ll take your mind off of my little cleansing work, okay?? Uugh.
Of course it’s laundry soap, the most bitter kind, and I spent the next ten minutes eating the entire bar, swallowing it down, and trying to keep from gagging. When I was a kid, I wrote FUCK on my hand, and the teacher made me lick a bar of Ivory soap, and I thought that was hell, but this is much worse.
And by the time I’ve swallowed the whole disgusting thing; my erection is more rampant than it was before! And then my legs begin to tremble. So Elexyona takes me out of the tub and turns me over the toilet, instructing me to grab the sides of the commode.
?My daddy always said a razor strop will clean up a dirty mind? She is giggling, and the hot pink bikini top is wetly clinging to her nipples. Fifty times the razor strop lands on my poor defenseless buttocks, and I burst into tears, and yes, my dick grows small once more.
Then Elexyona shoves me back in the shower and makes it REALLY cold, and pokes me to keep me from scrambling out of the bathroom. Finally I am shivering and she kicks me out of the bathroom, grinning. I notice that along with her hot pink bikini she is wearing high heels, and she looks so beautiful!
When we come back into the living room, Elexyona towels herself off, and leaves me to just stand there.
Again the door opens, and it’s Addison, who has a very short carrot top, and small but delicate boobs. She is wearing a Lycra outfit, and laughs as she sees my condition. ?Lex, you’re wanted at the Teehan cottage, I’ll take over with Evarts here?where’s his chastity belt??
After Elexyona leaves, Addie leads me into the bedroom and ties my wrists to the bedposts. ?Before you go out to enjoy the day, Evarts, you’re going to learn from me to stop having these unauthorized erections!? Of course she is stroking my cock as she tells me this.
Addie strokes my dick, tickling the underside with her long French nails, and then she steps back and picks up a whippy cane WHACK! Right across my poor little wee-wee.
?We have a long morning ahead of us, Evarts? Addie says. ?I am going to teach you to keep your dick limp when I touch it, understand??
ARE YOU KIDDING?
My name is Mithradates Constantine Evarts, and for obvious reasons, I have gone by my last name only since stepping into my first playground. Uncle Sam paid me a bunch of money for something that makes submarines run more soundly, and I’ve been pissy rich since my late twenties, and my main interest has been finding beautiful women and men to sexually dominate me.
One night my favorite dominatrix told me about Maochista, a small town populated by rich male submissives and gorgeous dominants! ?For the price involved, Evarts, most guys can only spend a week there, since it’s a thousand dollars a day, but you could probably be one of our live-in residents, if you didn’t mind giving up your West Village co-op and your Ferrari.?
I took my domme’s advice, and went for a week to Masochista, just to see what it was like?within eight days I was sore from the whippings, my anus was dangerously enlarged from various strap-ons and other penises all too real, and it scared me, because I didn’t want to be one of those old men who had loose bowels?and of course my penis had been teased beyond recognition.
But I immediately sold everything and moved back! And I’ve never regretted it, not even on Orgasm Day, which is always frustrating and humiliating.
Once a week, ten guys who have been kept chaste for thirty to sixty days are forced to kneel in the Masochista Stadium, with everyone cheering. Right hands tied before their backs, they must jerk off with their lefts, and the first three to cum are the only ones! Everyone else is locked up for another thirty days.
This month I didn’t make it. I couldn’t believe it, after having endured twenty-nine days of teasing and torture, I was kneeling, with my left hand pounding my pud?we got three minutes to cum, and I was beating my meat like there was no one’s business. But it’s a funny thing—sometimes the longer you’ve been denied, the more reluctant your semen is to leave your penis, I don’t know why that is!
But there was another guy in my line, Godfrey, who can’t seem to cum in less than ten minutes, and the poor thing hasn’t had an orgasm in thirteen months. He was crying as we walked off the field. ?It’s just not fair, Evarts? Godfrey said, tears rolling down his cheeks. He is an elderly man, and was quite depressed as his twenty year old trainer briskly locked him back in his belt.
?I really thought I was going to make it? Godfrey said earnestly. ?This time, I had Ava and Schulyer teasing me and rubbing my penis all morning, and they locked me up right before I was about to have a spurt, but I still can’t cum. It’s been so long since I had any kind of release, and you know, I’ve lived here for eight years?and the last thirteen months, nothing! Actually in the last eight years I’ve only had seventeen orgasms.?
Godfrey is quite rich. He was the lead singer for a one hit wonder band, but that one song has kept Godfrey and his bandmates from having to work since 1978. I suggested that he take a vacation from Masochista, but he is determined to hold out for an orgasm here.
?It’s the only thing I’ve ever had to work for, Evarts? Godfrey told me. ?Drugs, women, music, it’s all come easy to me. But now I’m terribly fixated on cumming here in the stadium, and if I’m really lucky it will happen for me.?
I am actually committed to sexual sobriety as well. Last year I flew home for Christmas, and, since I couldn’t bring a chastity belt on the plane, I brought Cayuga with me instead, presenting her to the family as a girlfriend.
While my parents were setting the dinner table, Cay had me in the bathroom, a huge hunk of soap stuffed in my mouth, over her knee as she gave me fifty hard whacks with a hairbrush for insulting my sister’s good-for-nothing husband.
While the family was out caroling, Cayuga had me in our bedroom, where she was raping me with a huge plastic dildo, and then when the folks came home, Cay took me downtown in Pittsburgh and hired a couple of male hustlers to fuck my ass and face in a seedy motel room and she took pictures with her digital camera and posted them on the website for Masochista so everyone back home would know we were having a good time!
I was so grateful to Cayuga for keeping me pure that I took her to the local Tiffany’s and bought her a tennis bracelet, and that night she let me lick and kiss her full breasts for the first time. ?You are such a sweet guy, Evarts, for a pathetic slave pig.?
Of course later she bound me in the closet and went downstairs and seduced my father and fucked him in the bathroom while my mother was decorating Christmas cookies, but I really can’t blame the girl for her inclinations.
And then something funny happened. The next day, I asked Cayuga to marry me. I told her that although I loved Masochista, I’d like to get back to the real world, and I’d love for her to keep me honest, and thrill me with her evil teasing and torturing.
She hasn’t responded yet, but we have talked about living in the suburbs, being respectable outside while she pins my nipples to the wall in the basement, or paddles my reddened bottom in the back yard of a nice Pennsylvania suburban village.
I really hope she says yes, but if she doesn’t I will return to Masochista and live there for the rest of my days, as long as the money holds out. It’s a remarkable way to live!
Thanks,
M.C. Evarts
Dear Evarts,
That sounds like a fascinating lifestyle! A bit xenophobic, but subcultures are often quite beneficial to the individual.
Best, Shoeblossom
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LETTER FROM COLDSTREAM CANYONDear Shoeblossom:My cousin Glen is married to a dominant bitch called Jocelyn. When Glen and his brother Gavin, both free-wheeling, bimbo-chasing poker-playing drunkards met Jocelyn in a club, they had no idea that the icy blonde would tempt the two of them, and Glen’s boss Monroe, into becoming her slave harem!Now Glen hasn’t been out for a poker night in seven years. When he and Gavin are at home, they are forced to wear French maid’s costumes, with dildoes or...
LETTER FROM CHARLESTONDear Shoeblossom: I still get wet when I remember that first thrashing in my grandfather’s barn. My little denim miniskirt turned up, panties down, struggling over Gramp’s knee as the huge strap had come down again and again against my jiggling full butt cheeks. When the strap connected with my buttocks, bouncing a bit off my little tuft of pubic hair, Gramps screamed at me about my abuse of the free will God had granted me! And as I’d screamed, he’d brought the strap down...
LETTER FROM SHIPLEY TERRACEDear Shoeblossom:The scene I set before you is an odd one, to be sure?but it is quite accurate. I am a Headmaster at a school for delinquent boys. Just before typing this letter, a young man was sent to me with a note from his Form-Master. I read it with disappointment. ?Yates, your Form-Master says you were impudent, and you were unable to construe your Latin this morning. Did you not do your preparation?? Yates, I am afraid, is a naughty boy. He was sweating bullets...
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...
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...
My darling, dearest and only love, This letter is going to hurt your pride, your ego and your love for me and for others. You know that I believe in re-incarnation, and also that the soul of any man or woman remains around his loved ones until satisfied that everything is fine. If things do not turn out fine — the soul, in the form of a ghost, will cause troubles to those loved ones. I am in that position. After 14 years of marriage I must confess to you about things I did that you knew...
LETTER FROM 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...
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...
LETTER FROM HARTFORDDear Shoeblossom:Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda. Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I’ve been out shopping with Miguel’s Platinum Visa, and I grin at him loopily.?Remy, honey how are you?? Mig smiles at me. His partner, JaVaughn is always amazed at how respectful and worshipful Mig seems around me. As one of the biggest...
LETTER FROM CHICAGODear Shoeblossom:My name’s Noelle. I was just reading ?LETTER FROM BOSTON??That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction?and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him?and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back!Truth be told, I was only on the Candy Striper volunteer bit because I had to do three hundred hours of volunteer work as punishment for selling...
LETTER FROM ST. LOUIS Dear Shoeblossom... ? I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house... ? I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor?strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. ? ?Can I be a man? Can I take what she's giving out? ? "Remember, Millard" Portia's sweet voice came through, "Be a man, show no reaction." ? Portia...
LETTER FROM SHERIER PLACEDear Shoeblossom:I am a member and Substitute Treasurer of the Keeplock Club, a select group of women who keep their husbands and significant others in chastity belts. Our oldest member is seventy-eight, the youngest, a high school junior. It’s a constant vigilance, and I thought you might find it interesting, as your column discusses much of this.On Wednesday morning I was drinking coffee, and trying to find a three letter word for ?garbage? for the crossword. The...
Letter From 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...
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...
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...
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...
*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...
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...
HumorMy Dearest X, Perhaps I should start with the knowns:We love each other dearly.You are a dominant personality and, in terms of love and sexuality, I am submissive.We are adults, both with good professional reputations, and therefor what we share goes far beyond the phony “sir” and “master” nonsense beloved of the chat line want to be dominants.We also realise that our professional lives demand that we ignore many of the other domination clichés. My turning up to the office dressed as a French...
BDSM“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to...
Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...
Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...
Masturbationthis is a letter i wrote to my GF. i have changed the names to protect ourselves :P let me give u a idea of us. she is about 5'8, blonde hair, blue eyes, 200lbs (yes i love me a bbw girl. love some curves and a lil extra), 36ddim 6'4, brown hair shoulder length and 180lbs with a 7.5in dick...enjoyWe were both laid on the couch watching a movie. I had convinced you to wear nothing after we had showered. So you were laying there naked under the blanket on my lap, and I was naked too. The movie...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Straight SexDearest 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...
LesbianPart 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....
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...
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...
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...
Straight SexLETTER 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
LETTER FROM EISENGRIM TOWNSHIPDear 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...
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...