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LETTER FROM TEEHAN CREEK
Dear Shoeblossom:
It is so weird writing to you! I’m almost twenty-one, and don’t know a whole lot about dominance and submission, except that my stepbrother Ludovic is into it, and I’ve gotten involved in it with him. Kinda. Ludovic is just the sweetest guy, and he raised me after my stepdad left and my mom was committed to the nuthouse for schizophrenia.
I was only fifteen then, never knew my father, and Ludovic, who is a fairly prosperous chiropractor here in Teehan, took me in. He’d always been real nice since his dad and my mom married, you know, gifts, and taking my girlfriends and I out to movies and dinner?.
Ludovic is like eighteen or twenty years older than I am, he’s actually a much more decent guy than his own dad is?and he was appalled when I was left alone! ?Come on, Felicity, you’re moving in with Olene and I !? What a cool guy.
Ludovic’s girlfriend Olene was a strange chick, kind of Goth, and the first time I saw her hitting him, I almost ran into the bedroom, but lucky for me, I peeked first, to take in the situation.
At this point I’d been living with Ludovic about a year, and he mostly let me do my own thing, and I’d been tippie toeing into the house after a drunken night out with the girls. And I heard this whacking sound, and Ludovic screaming.
So I peeked into his bedroom and it was some weird shit. Olene had Ludovic bound over the high laundry basket, with his freakin’ head in the basket, right? And he was in his birthday suit—she was wearing kind of a tacky leather shortie dress—hurt my fashion sense just to look at it, but there WAS a plunging cleavage.
And she was using a saucepan from the kitchen as a paddle, and making really nasty red marks on Ludovic’s bare butt. hitting him four or five times, and then she like, pulled him out of the laundry basket and turned him around, and Ludovic was crying, like something awful?
Again, it was weird, because Ludovic weighs about 185 and is a rugby player, and he does tennis, too. Olene weighs about 105. Ludovic could easily have knocked her across the friggin’ bedroom, but when she brought him out of the weird-ass laundry basket he was really apologetic.
?P-please Mistress Olene?let me beg your forgiveness.? Those were his words, and then the little bitch whacked him in the BALLS with the saucepan and he fell on the floor, moaning. Again I was going to charge in there, but then Ludovic began kissing her feet.
?It’s BDSM? my friend Narnia told me the next day in the cafeteria. ?Leather and whips and chains?my uncle is into it, but he likes to hit, not BE hit. The saucepan thing’s nothing I ever heard of though.? Narnie lent me a book she’d heisted from her uncle’s trailer, and damn, I learned about some shit when I read about BDSM, boy.
Also, in the book they mentioned that you were the ?preeminent BDSM columnist in the country? and that must be so cool for you, Shoeblossom!
One day I came home from school early, and Ludovic was actually wearing a pink shortie nightgown—quite a disgusting contrast with his hairy legs—and mopping the dining room floor. He looked really distressed when I walked in, all contrasty myself with my Catholic school uniform plaid skirt and bitchin’ leather bomber jacket.
But Olene, who was lounging in front of ?General Hospital?, told me to relax. ?Come sit in front of the tube, Felicity?its okay. Your big brother is just getting the home chores done.? Then, as Ludovic was still pausing to stare, Olene hopped up and picked up her trusty saucepan.
As I watched, Olene jerked Ludovic over the sofa armrest, pulling up his pink nightie and pulling down pinker panties, and she then whacked his bare ass with the saucepan, using an arm that really could have been borrowed by Venus Williams.
?Did I tell you that you could gape at your little stepsister; didn’t I say you were to clean the goddamn house? Huh?? Jesus, and the saucepan turned poor Ludovic’s butt into hamburger meat, and I just kinda stood there with my book bag.
Then she let Ludovic get up, and he was sniffling, tears coming down his face. ?I-I’m sorry, Felicity, but-but as part of my training-I-decided you should know about my slavery, since Olene spotted you peeking in at us anyway.? And then he began just sobbing, and I dropped my bag and went over and gave him a hug.
?It’s okay, Ludovic, you don’t have to worry?just clean the house like a good boy, and don’t piss Auntie Olene off, and you’ll be just fine.? If I hadn’t observed him before, I would’ve wanted to kick Olene’s ass for what she was doing to my kind, gentle stepbrother, but I’d seen all the stuff before, and now of course his dick was just straining with the thrill of humiliation?.being embarrassed in front of a high school senior!
?He’s worthless, Felicity.? Olene said determinedly. ?He thinks you should be so impressed by him, because he’s a big medical guy, but he’s just a worthless little pud-pounding pervert. I’ll prove it. Take off your nightgown, and your panties, and pound your pud, pervert! Go ahead!?
Ludovic looked at Olene with pleading eyes. ?I can’t?she’s just a kid. It wouldn’t be fair??
?I’m eighteen, Ludovic, if you want to pound, pound away? I said helpfully. Shit, if he was going to mop the floors around here, I’d have almost no chores at all! Ludovic’s lower lip trembled, and fresh tears came, but finally he stripped off his night gown and panties and knelt on the floor in front of me and began playing with his ding-dong.
I helped by dropping my leather jacket and unbuttoning that horrible white shirt they made us wear at St.Chorine’s, and showed him a nice glimpse of bright mauve bra?and my nice cleavage?and he jerked faster?
But then, as Ludovic’s legs were beginning to quiver, I think Olene got annoyed—she’s cute, but she ain’t young little me—and she took up the fireplace poker, after poking the fireplace just a bit. Leaning over she dotted poor Ludovic on the tip of his wiener with the poker and he howled. And yup, his erection was gone.
?I didn’t say you could cum, did I, you worthless, sick, chicken-choking chump!? Then, with absolute rage in her eyes, Olene touched the end of the poker to Ludovic’s right nipple, this time pressing it just a bit more, and he howled miserably, and rolled around on the floor.
As he rolled, Olene took up a long rattan cane that was lying on the coffee table and she whipped his bare butt and thighs, making poor Ludovic scream with pain and terror. As I said, I would’ve intervened, but man, his dick just got harder and harder. He looked like he might cum any second.
Finally, Olene made him kiss my patent leather Mary Janes and apologize for his sick behavior?he kissed them, and I patted his head and went upstairs to work on my geometry. I heard some howling and yowling from below, but then I just put my headphones on and listened to Miley Cyrus.
Later, both fully dressed, Ludovic and Olene came and knocked on my door, and they were fully normal again—Olene treating Ludovic with good girlfriendly respect, and we all went out to the Teehan Creek Steakhouse, and then to see ?Capote? which was just a weird fuckin’ movie.
But then later when I was asleep, I heard noises and got up, and peered in the hall, and damned if Olene wasn’t butt-fucking Ludovic with a dildo while he gritted his teeth. When she saw me looking out, she said ?Felicity, come out here, do you have to pee? If you do, you can do it in Ludovic’s mouth while I work on him back here.?
What a girl does for her allowance, man?you always earn it, right?
So I just kinda stepped around them and minded my business for about another year, year and a half. I noted weird stuff, saw strap-on dildos, and all that. But you know, Ludovic didn’t comment on me coming in the house stinking of wine, why should I get on him about kinky sex, right?
But then he and Olene broke up. And poor Ludovic, he began looking down in the mouth. I couldn’t have this. Shoeblossom, my mother was such a cunt to me, and Ludovic was so different—he gave me stuff, tutored me into being almost an Honor student, and encouraged me in my hobbies, baton-twirling, Hannah Montana worship, all of it.
So one day when he was napping in the nude, which he always did, Narnia and I sneaked into his room with a thick length of rope. I tied his wrists together and then used the rest of the rope to tie his ankles as well—and there was about a foot of rope between them.
When Ludovic awakened, his hands and feet were tied together behind his back—he was hogtied! And he blinked sleepily at Narnia and I, and we were laughing at him! Narnia and I are both quite easy on the eyes—I have curly brown hair that bounces, and fairly nice boobs, and Narnia won a Honorable Mention T-shirt at a Mary Kate Olsen look-alike contest that Teehan County Radio was having last year.
We were both stripped down to our bikini underwear, and I was shaking my belly at Ludovic when his eyes opened. And his dick went hard! Ludovic always had a crush on me, but he never made a move—jailbait, and besides, he was too nice of a guy, but here it was, right in his face, right?
?What-what the fuck’s going on, Felicity?? Ludovic asked, his tongue hanging out. ?Are you—insane?? I picked up Olene’s short dog-whip (she just had a shitload of kinky stuff in the closet) and I whacked him across the dick, and he howled.
?That’s Mistress Felicity to you, Ludovic.? I said sternly. ?Mistress Narnia and I have decided we don’t like you napping on your day off when you could be serving us, we’re your strict Mistresses.? Of course, Shoeblossom, you can imagine that we had no idea what the fuck we were doing—barely eighteen years old and still in high school.
Narnia had kissed the blarney stone at some point, though—she stepped over to the wondering Ludovic. ?You perverted little bastard, how dare you feast your eyes on our youthful, glorious bodies?don’t you feel serious compunctions about staring at underaged princesses such as Mistress Felicity and myself??
?But-you’re not underaged?and hell, I didn’t ask to be tied up. What are you doing prancing around in your underwear?? Ludovic’s rational thinking was an apparent turn off to Narnia, because she reached over and slapped his face lightly.
?How dare you sass me? Do you want me to go back in the other room and get dressed again? We both can, you know. Or we can give you the punishment you deserve.?
This was smart—a good way for Narnia to determine if we were doing Ludovic a favor or just upsetting him, without getting out of the mood, so to speak. Narnia was always the smart one of our group. She might’ve made it to college if her brother’s meth lab hadn’t blown the whole family to smithereens last May.
Ludovic gaped, and then said timidly. ?Well, as you Mistresses aren’t actually underage, and I’m not technically related to Felicity, perhaps—perhaps I should receive my punishment!?
It’s been like, a totally weird twenty-eight months, Shoeblossom. Ludo and I are still living together, but I’ve moved into his master bedroom, and whaddya know, he’s taken up residence in the closet. Or sometimes in the attic, when he’s getting on my nerves.
In the summer, I moved him to the backyard to live in a small dog kennel, which is somewhat cramped, and the mosquitoes can be an ordeal for him. I’m a sophomore at Teehan State now, a cartography major, hope to do maps for the County some day.
I have a boyfriend too, Dennys, and he knows about my interesting relationship with my stepbrother. It weirded Dennys out at first, we’d be kissing in the living room, on the sofa, while Ludo knelt naked in the corner. Then I’d whistle, or snap my fingers, and bingo, we’d be served tea or beer or something.
When Dennys and I fucking in the master bedroom, I have Ludo standing at attention at the end of the bed, his cock is always hard. Sometimes I order Ludo to grease up my slit with his tongue, or lick the tip of Dennys’s cock, just to get it real hard. (I tell him to close his eyes and think about Pamela Anderson).
Other times when it’s just us, Ludo stands at attention, nude as always, and I do fun casual shit like pull down my top and begin licking my boobs, or touch my crotch and moan. Ludo pants a lot, and sometimes I let him take down my shorts and lick me until I squeal and cum! I love my step-brother, and I’ve trained his tongue well!
Not just for me, but some women in my seminar, and the two old maid sisters next door, Merrigrace and Annabel Muldoon! When Annabel sits on Ludo’s face, she almost crushes him with 250 pounds of butt—and she don’t bathe down there either. Ludo much prefers my little 105 pound body hovering over his anxious lips, you know?
And I’m a facesitting fanatic! Sit and cum, again and again and again?and after it’s over, Ludo gives me awesome backrubs, and cuddles me, telling me I’m the best thing that ever happened to him! That’s pretty cool, considering I won’t fuck him, or even let him jerk off more than twice a month?
I’ve read a lot from the people who write you, Shoeblossom, about chastity belts and teasing and denial—a horny guy is really the best thing to have around, especially if you’re NOT going to fuck him! At times I’ll bind Ludo up and give him real slow penis massages while we watch the tube.
And then after the show, I quiz him on what we watched. Tragically, he can never remember the plots, or much of anything, when I ask him about ?Medium? or ?Project Runway?. Even the details of ?The Office? which is one of Ludo’s favorites, is lost to him, he’s utterly useless, when I’ve been stroking his dickie bird?
And then I must penalize him. It’s not good to have a poor memory. Out comes the saucepan! That thing really can do a NUMBER on Ludo’s butt. I always tease him for crying like a little bitch. I mean, really.
Sometimes I let Ludo jerk off—I’ve never had to put him in chastity, he’s utterly submissive, and even calls me up when he’s horny, and takes the cell in the bathroom at work and jerks his dick while I talk sexy to him—but stops before he’s about to cum!
He comes home every night with really heavy, leaden balls, and then I tease him some more, either in front of TV or I tie him to the rail of the back porch and stroke his dick there, stopping at the crucial point! The bed is for me and Dennys, and Ludo isn’t allowed there.
Lately, when I do decide he’s allowed to cum, I think jerking off is too easy—so I have him rub his dick on the hot radiator, or on the side of the wet shower wall. I time him—if he can’t get a mess out of that in ten minutes, we wait another week, with me teasing constantly, and try again.
Last summer we took a trip, driving through the state, and at one point we saw this abandoned old barn, and I took Ludo in, ordering him to strip off his clothes. He gets so horny and humiliated when he’s naked and I’m dressed, which is most of the time.
I found a stepladder, and tied Ludo’s wrists to the barn rafters, and then uncoiled my little dog-whip, and thrashed Ludo for a good half hour. He’s a screamer! Biting his tongue, trying not to make noise, and then blubbering like a baby when I caught that sensitive area right under his butt cheeks.
I cracked his nipples a couple of times, too. My aim has gotten deadly in the past two years. Then I noticed there was a hornet’s nest near the barn roof, and I cracked that, too, and when the hornets came out, I ran out of the barn and closed the door, and it was bloody murder, the way poor Ludo was screaming!
He was stung twenty-seven times, but he’s a healthy ?migr? from the Eastern Bloc, came here as a muscled lad of sixteen, and he survived it well, and even, while I was putting iodine on the stings, told me that I was ?inventive?. Hey, why not?
Like I said earlier, I mostly do this to make Ludo happy. It’s not a big thrill for me. He’s just been so nice to me, and bitchin’ oral sex and getting all the houework done aside, it’s not that big a thrill for me. The poor bastard is going to have one hell of a time trying to find women who will please him this way, I guess.
Sometimes I just don’t have the energy to fiddle around with him, so I take him up to the attic and just cuff him into an uncomfortable position, shove a huge dildo in his mouth, clip his nipples, and leave for eight hours, hang out, drive my car, see my buddies?when I come back, Ludo is super submissive, and his dick is incredibly hard.
Of course then he’s not been to the bathroom, and there are puddles on the floor, so I generally use the cat o nine tails on his ass as he scurries to clean up the mess. If he’s just peed himself, I make him lick it up, otherwise I’m merciful and make him get a sponge.
God, he’s the sweetest man. He always makes me breakfast, and then, if he doesn’t have morning appointments, he takes me into the bathroom, and undresses me and bathes me in the tub, which he’s filled with bath scents. The care and patience he spends rubbing various cleansing lotions and creams all over my body (spending an inordinate amount of time on my tits and ass, and my long slim neck) is amazing!
Then he trims my pubic hair, as I tease him about how much Dennys will like that. Sometimes I lie and tell poor Ludo that many men will be fucking me, taking turns, while he’ll just have to clean me up when I get home. Sometimes I rub sour cream between my legs, and make him think I’ve just been gang-banged, and his poor dick is so hard while he licks it all up!
Last night I tied him to a tree. It was raining, but not too hard, but I thought Ludo might enjoy being real close to nature. When I brought him in this morning, I was a little worried, because he was naked and sneezing, but he recovered fast, and wanted to give me my bath and spoon feed me his homemade lobster bisque. It’s a life I’ve grown used to!
Thanks for reading?
Felicity Bohannon
Dear Felicity:
This is quite a positive twist on the Cinderella story! Send me updates!
Best, Shoeblossom
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