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LETTER FROM SHIPLEY TERRACE

Dear 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 as he looked at me.

?Sir, I-I’ve done the best I could—the book of Caesar is too much for me, I think.? Yates was rubbing his hands together nervously. ?Really, sir, give me another chance—?

I shook my head portentously. ?Yates, here at the Ponsonby Academy, we believe that boys must earn their chances, and I am deeply disturbed that you are so stupid, so lazy as to not have studied. Take off your jacket and unzip your trousers, Yates.?

Yates looked at me with eyes of terror—his shiny, pudgy, pock-marked face trembling. It reminded me of the last time I’d caned him-when he’d been caught smoking behind the stables—and I’d used the horsewhip?what glorious welts and rips I’d left that day on his disobedient rear end!

?Sir Headmaster, I’m really trying to study more—?But I grabbed him, and boxed his right ear, and the tears came heavily to Yates’s eyes. My cock swelled in my boxers. This was what I was here for!

?Didn’t I tell you to remove your jacket and take down your britches? Get that jacket off immediately!? Yates took off his jacket, and after seeing the rage in my eyes, he sighed mightily and undid the buttons on his trousers. ?It just seems, I’m a Senior Boy, sir?do I have to take my pants down??

?You are a poor specimen of a Senior Boy, Yates.? I said grimly. ?You will be treated as a Little Boy until you show some maturity in your study habits. Take down your pants and underpants, and show me your pink little girlish bottom cheeks.?

I could tell from the look on Yates’s face, that he wished I’d not phrased it this way. God I loved academia?shaping young minds, and all that happy horseshit.

?Grab your ankles, you disobedient young jackanapes.? I thundered. ?You’re lazy, and common?what would your sainted father think of you, neglecting your work as you’ve done. I’m going to use the cane to remind you of your priorities here at the Ponsonby School.?

I looked over the selection of canes on my desk. The  Malacca? No?not this time. I would use a nice, thick ashplant cane. I looked with pleasure at it, and then at Yates’s full buttocks as he pushed his fat belly against his legs, trying to keep aright. Perhaps I could knock him down, I thought. That would be a lesson, eh?

My cock hardened further as I gazed at Yates’s vulnerable buttocks. His scrotal sack was peeking through his legs as he held his ankles desperately. I’d had a boy in the office earlier, Upchurch, and I’d grazed Upchurch’s testicles as I’d caned him and he’d almost blacked out?what a great job I had!

I swung the ash and it landed forcefully against Yate’s tender buttocks. I swung it again. WHACK! Yates gasped, and I saw a long, thin red line crossing his bubble cheeks. ?You’re too fat, Yates, ? I chuckled as I swung again. ?Might be less painful if you had less of that disgusting padding.?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! ?Repeat (WHACK!!!) after me, (WHACK!!!) Yates? I droned. ?I am (WHACK!!!)a fat (WHACK!!!) disgusting lump (WHACK!!!)of lard and (WHACK!!!)unfit to pursue (WHACK!!!)a course (WHACK!!!)of study at (WHACK!!!)the Ponsonby School.?

Sobbing, Yates obeyed to the best that he could, mucus coming out of his pug nose, and I felt fine! I slashed the cane again and again, singing the boy’s rear until it turned purple.

At the classic British schools, six whacks were the maximum, but here at Ponsonby, in the year 20010 in the American heartland, you used the cane until you were tired, and enjoyed the results?a boy’s round buttocks, covered in weals and blotches!

At one point I hit a nerve, methinks, and Yates jumped away, letting go of his ankles, standing up and grabbing his butt. He looked  quite the sight, dancing about with his trousers tangled round his ankles! ?Please, no more Sir Headmaster!...I can’t take anymore!? But I could see his little pecker was erect, and this pleased me mightily.

For Ladislas Yates is a thirty-four year old construction magnate, probably made rich by paying off city inspectors, bribing officials and hiring cheap illegals; Yates and his fellow students, all adult men are voluntary, even enthusiastic students coming to expiate their guilt and get a few thrills at the $100,000 per month Ponsonby School?thirty days here, with discipline and sodomy, and they return to their businesses refreshed (if a bit welted) men!

?You appear to be aroused by this correction, Yates. Must I see to this disgusting tumescence as well?? Reaching over and grabbing Yates’s small penis, I twisted his testicles cruelly, and laughed as the ?boy? almost collapsed in my arms. ?Place your penis on the desk young sir. Obviously you have been neglecting your studies at the price of worshiping the god Onan.?

?No sir, please, not a penis punishment? Laddy Yates begged me, but his cock was getting hard as a rock, thinking about it. I could see it all—here at Ponsonby, we require boys to shave their pubic areas every day. And I go into the dormitories at six a.m., by George, and inspect!

The boys have generally just gotten over the Matron’s Inspection—we have a butch lesbian who comes in a nun’s habit and bounces a quarter on each bed, to see if it’s made to specification?and she punishes viciously with a Spencer paddle, the one with the holes, if there is anything but hospital corners!

Then I make each boy pull down his pants and I look over what is supposed to be a bald crotch area?

If a boy has even a single hair on his crotch, I pluck it out with tweezers, and if he cries, I cane him—hard! We don’t need sissies at  Ponsonby. The rest of the United States is turning out worthless, weak curs?we will have MEN!

?Strip off the rest of your clothes, and place your penis on the desk, Yates.? I ordered. ?I’m tired of your malingering, and you’ll do as you’re told now.? Yates, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks, obeyed me, and now he was naked, and his stiff penis was lying across the desk, ready to be chastised.

Yates had his hands by his sides. I saw that his palms were scabbed?his Form-Master had whipped Yates’s palms until they were bleeding for touching himself inappropriately, and for doodling in his copybook when he was supposed to be doing his Latin construe.

There was almost no hope for this lazy, slovenly lad, but I, as his Headmaster, would do what I could to re-prioritize his thinking, to re-adjust his attitude towards the important work we did here at Ponsonby

?I don’t trust you, Yates.? I said, and grinned widely. I spun to my desk and pulled out some Police handcuffs that I’d had since I was doorman and assistant Dom Master at the Thumbscrew Club, Shipley Terrace’s homosexual leather dungeon.

I locked Yates’s wrists together with the cuffs, and looked around at him. Yates’s eyes were streaming with miserable tears, but he k new that when the cock-whipping started, if I didn’t lock him down, he’d be grabbing his little thingie with both paws!

I cane the penises of all the males at Ponsonby, even the Form-Masters, many of whom are former clients or students. A caned penis is a dedicated penis, I’ve learned, and certainly it gives the owner pause, eh?

One of my Form-Masters, a fellow called Aubrey, has a real problem with touching himself—and orgasming, against my wishes. Aubrey’s skin is allergic, or so he claims, to the plastic and metal that make up chastity devices, so I must constantly monitor and punish him, when I suspect he has been touching himself impurely.

Often I will bind Aubrey naked to his bed?he looks so different than when he’s teaching Classics to the Lower Fifth, he does—and after I’ve bound him, I whip his cock again and again with a cut briar switch from the patch in the Head’s Garden.

The briars are filled with thorns and nettles, and they rip through poor Aubrey’s penis until he is quite unwilling to touch himself for some time!

Now, I gently massage Yates’s penis and then lie it carefully on the desk, picking up a long metal ruler. Tapping the ruler against my fingers, I relish the intense horrified look in Yates’s piggy eyes.

?So, you get rather excited when the Headmaster punishes you, eh, Yates?? I ask, lifting the ruler. Yates looks physically ill, but his cock is quite large and swelling. In fact, he is unconsciously masturbating, rubbing it against the tabletop. Disgusting.

WHACK! The ruler bounces Yates’s unruly penis against the hard desk, cruelly interrupting the masturbation. Tears squeeze out of Yates’s eyes. He is such a disgusting crybaby.

WHACK! SMACK! Yates screams, but bravely holds his position, though he is constantly trying the handcuffs behind him. I feel a brief impulse of compassion for the shackled ?boy? standing at my desk, but it is truly a brief impulse!

I gaze with intense pleasure at the bright red marks on Yates’s pale penis. My own organ hardens thickly against my trousers. Oh, let’s see how much more we can do here! I lift the ruler again.

WHACK! THWACK! SMACK! The ruler does its work well, also doing damage to Yates’s testicles?poor Yates must grit his teeth and close his eyes tightly to keep his position tightly standing at the desk.

I think of my poor father who mowed the grass at the actual private school that Laddy Yates attended, and how he and his friends used to purposely drive through puddles in their convertibles to throw mud over old Mac McGonagall, the much abused school porter.

Suffering can’t just be one way, that’s how I’ve always felt.

WHACK! Yates’s head bowed low as he gritted his teeth more. Laddy Yates is a former Marine colonel, did eight years there after Harvard and before joining his dad’s corrupt construction firm. Although Colonel Yates has become obese in later life, he has tremendous abilities when it comes to resisting pain.

But generally he prefers to give it—in his business and in terrorizing his wife and children—everyone is afraid of Yates, and then he comes here to Ponsonby, where he’s taught that he’s just a nasty little naughty boy—and Marine or not, he’s going to suffer!

I lifted the ruler again. WHACK! WHACK! My family, all eleven of us lived in a two bedroom hovel in the Yates, Inc. tenement buildings, owned by Laddy Yates’s father. One of my younger brothers perished from eating a shard of broken lead paint—but hey, that’s capitalism, right?

I put my beef into the smacks. WHACK! CRACK! THWACK! Yates’s eyes were now just gushing tears and his mouth was working over time in begging. It was pitiful, but personally invigorating. I picked up a paperweight and slammed it against Yates’s balls and he screamed again.

?Do you want to take a break, Yates?? I asked, and he nodded sluggishly. I took him by the scalp and pulled him away from the desk and brought him down on his knees, and unzipped my own crotch, pulling out my long, thick penis, which I shoved in Yates’s mouth.

?Now show your Headmaster how much you love him!? I commanded?and Yates began giving me a long and sloppy blowjob. Did this mitigate the day when Yates’s father had evicted us, and we all had to go to foster homes? Probably not, but at least he was doing his best, right?

I jammed my dick hard down Yates’s throat, and thought about Voostenwalbert Morley, who had been Director of the Shipley Boys Industrial School, where I’d done eighteen months for car theft. What a nasty little man he was, and how thrilled I’d been when he’d shown up as a ?new boy? at Ponsonby!  Voost also knew how to give a blowjob, though I’d known his proclivities when he’d periodically strip searched and anal cavity worked us for ?contraband??pervert!

Back then I’d just been poor Ethelbert McGonagall, a dumb fifteen year old who knew little of how to avoid the pederasts that are employed in juvenile prisons!  I doubt Voost Morley ever recognized me when he came to be a student at Ponsonby, but I really made up for what he put my friends and I through back at Shipley Industrial?or so I hope!

Instead of looking for contraband in Voost’s shoot, I filled it with huge metal ball bearings that had been rolled in cayenne pepper, and ordered him to keep them there while reciting the famous French poem, the ?Henriade?. I think that may have paid the bill just a bit?or so I hope!

Now I shot my load into Yates’s mouth, and waited while he licked up all the semen driblets around my cock and balls. It couldn’t have been easy, with his hands locked behind his back, but then again, is life easy?

Finally I yanked Yates up by his scalp and put his cock and balls back on the table, and after I zipped up, I went and got my trusty Malacca cane. ?Now you’ll learn not to be such a little pervert, you cock-sucking little faggot.? I shouted.

?But sir, that’s what you said you wanted, Sir Headmaster!? Yates wailed. But I smiled cruelly.

WHACK! CRACK! THWACK! Within a moment or two, Yates’s penis was a tiny red blotch on the desk, and his balls were completely flattened. As I say, I love my job!

I pulled Yates away from the desk by his ear. ?I hope you are starting to realize that you must re-focus your energies on your studies, Yates.? I said this while he shivered, naked with his cock, quite withered, in front of him. But as I belittled him and let him know what a pathetic creep he really  was, I noticed that Yates’s penis was starting to grow again?just a bit?for he was a true pervert!

I shook my head and walked over to where I had my gardening gloves and several cut nettle briar branches in a case. Putting the gloves on, I carefully picked up one of the thorniest briars?it was always good to have protective gloves on, you know?I didn’t want my precious skin to be damaged!

I stepped closer to the shivering Yates. ?Cower, you repulsive insult to humanity? I said severely. ?This school made such a mistake by admitting you?of course you know that, am I correct?? I laughed, swinging the briar close to him, and of course he backed off. ?That’s why I make you suck off our Cricket and Soccer teams before every match?because you are a worthless little faggot, and you aren’t deserving of your spot in the Fourth Form at Ponsonby.?

I thought of the times I’d put Yates and a couple of the other boys into heavy make up and women’s lingerie and made them suck off ?the cricket team? not students actually, but hired male hustlers from the Shipley Terrace red-light district.

Yates looked at the floor. He looked so vulnerable, stark naked in my comfortably ornate office. ?Yes Sir Headmaster, I am aware of it.? A tear dribbled from his right eye down to his chin. ?I am not worthy to be here, Sir.?

And yet you come back, four times a year, at a hundred grand a pop, eh Yates? I thought, smiling to myself. I wondered what Yates told his wife and kids?probably that he was going to a spa. After all, they’d never see the scars and welts on his body, as he didn’t have sex with his wife anymore?the human condition is amazing.

I, in my previous incarnation as poor Ethelbert McGonagall, was a waiter at Yates’s wife’s debutante ball?she was a simpering creature?and I remember watching them waltz across the floor, thinking enviously that people like that had the true life?but was I wrong!

What goes around, comes around, that’s what the Headmaster says!

Then I swung the thorny briar branch first whacking it against Yates’s flabby chest, and then again right across his nipples, and he howled! I didn’t blame him, the nettles must really have ripped through the areolas of his small nipples.

He tried to back up, but there was no balance because of his cuffed wrists, and poor Yates fell on his back. Perfect! I moved in and began whacking away at his exposed cock and balls with the thorny briar branch. His screams were poetry to my ears!

After I’ve thrashed Yates thoroughly with the briar branch, and he’s freshly sobbing a new river, I go to my roaring fire, and pick up the metal poker, touching it to the burning embers until the poker tip is glowing red.

?Yes, Yates, you are indeed a delinquent student? I say, as I step close to him. His cock, though filled with thorns and bristles, is quite stiff again?there’s just no way to keep it down! But I’ll try.

?You must learn to be a good boy, Yates. You must begin to concentrate on what’s important in life?how can we allow you to graduate from Ponsonby otherwise??

But of course Yates would never graduate if he could help it. He has already embezzled quite a bit of cash from his father’s firm just so he can spent months at a time here, being tortured by his beloved Headmaster.

I stepped up and touched the tip of the poker to Yates’s penile glans, and he screamed bloody murder. I silently agree that it must hurt. I touched it again, and Yates began staggering to get out of the way. ?Must I bind your ankles as well, Yates?? I asked sadly.

?I-I’m so sorry, Sir Headmaster? he said, with tears coursing down his round cheeks. ?Th-the pain from the poker?and the burns might do perm-permanent damage, sir.?

?Yes?or I could use the poker to burn out your eyes. Then you wouldn’t have to look at the burns on that tiny, worthless little dickie-bird of yours, dear boy.? I poked the red-hot poker into Yates’s stomach, and he almost keeled over, but he stood, trying not to move away. He didn’t want to provoke me into burning his eyes out, after all.

It’s been a good five years here as Headmaster of Ponsonby School. It’s one of the best jobs, no, the best job I’ve ever had. I had bad news in spades as a kid—dyslexic, gay, no money?Shit, I’m so illiterate that I had to dictate this letter into a tape machine and have one of my ?students? type it up for me.

But I’m a mean looking bastard—after I was sprung from the Industrial School, I joined the male hustlers on Mobbs Ridge Road, thinking I could at least make dinner money by sucking dick while wearing pink spandex, right?

Turned out guys began paying me to tie them up and whip them. I became ?Master Ethelbert? and then got the gig at the Thumbscrew Club. And then one day someone had a job offer for me!

Two hundred middle aged men, dressed in school caps and Eton suits?waiting to be punished, and thrashed to be kept in line?and I get to get a little revenge when I can just a bit of class warfare?it’s great.

As I torture Yates’s cock and balls with the glowing poker, I remember that life just can’t get better!

Best,

Sir Headmaster

Ponsonby School for Boys

Dear Headmaster:

Education just can’t be ?Beat? in this country, eh? Good luck in your endeavors, but I’ll pass up enrolling at Ponsonby. I had enough canings when I was at Eton the first time!

Shoeblossom

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Maanvi started to give him food as he got stomach upset due to outside food for long and on one fine morning when she went there to give him morning Coffee on seeing his erect 9 Inch cock while he was asleep and she was lured into sucking it and then while bathing she fell in bathroom and Montu Kumar treated and helped her and then fucked her. They were facing problems to find a safe and secluded place for regular fucking afterwards so one day he fucked her in the Garden at a lonely place and...

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A Tryst On Terrace

Hi, everyone.. I am a 25-year-old guy based in Mumbai, India. In the case of any feedback for the sex story, kindly drop in a mail at and I shall try to get back to you as soon as possible. This sex story is based on an incident that occurred 2 years ago. Manan was bored of his hectic life. College lectures, rush to the office for an internship, come home and study for exams and the cycle went on. While he was interning, he hardly had any time for his girlfriend. Being a guy, it was a little...

2 years ago
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Sex With The Ex Girlfriend In Her Terrace

Hi all! I am Rohit from Bangalore. 25 years working in a good company. This is my first story hope you enjoy it as much as I did doing it. Cutting the chase I am 6 feet athletic body while the girl here whom for now we could call Aisha here on ISS is as old as me with a height of 5.8, long hair cute face hot body must be a 34b on her bust 28 at her waist and her ass would be a 32-34. Well endowed extremely passionate of sex we were. Please share your feedbacks and more to We started dating...

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Letter from a Slave Girl

Letter from a Slave Girl Letter from a Slave Girl   One: The Letter October 2006 The Supreme Office of the President,Club Model World  Dear Master President,  I am writing to you to beg for mercy as I don?t think I can endure another night of punishment like I recently suffered at your Club Model Showcase evening. Those men were very sadistic to me and hurt me a lot. Although it was three days ago I am still in agony from all the punishments they inflicted on me. My breasts, bottom and...

1 year ago
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Letter From the GraveChapter 4 partial reconciliations

Another year went by. Three years without Nora — a full year of "life after the letter." My feelings about the letter and its contents were still bad. I missed loving Nora, and I missed missing her the way it should have been. People have different beliefs about reincarnation, about where the soul goes after death and about ghosts. But using this miserable excuse as a reason to ruin my love and my life, well, I just could not understand it. I kept feeling like a cuckold husband whose wife...

4 years ago
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Letter from Augusta

LETTER FROM AUGUSTADear ShoeblossomDeuce, my second son is finally beating me at Ping-Pong. The ball flies over my head! When I was a kid the balls were just white, but now they come in neon orange! Deuce looks relieved, I wonder why. Is it because I have always punished him, taking his pants down and spanking him hard with my paddle when I beat him at table tennis?what a good way to make a good player better, right?But Deuce’s face falls as he sees Mommy walk towards him with a smile, and...

1 year ago
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Letter From Ithaca

LETTER FROM ITHACA ? Dear Shoeblossom, ? I am worried that my BDSM tendencies were created by my Mother, who I still live with. For instance, my butt is still stinging from the other night, when I got home late from work. "Leland, where have you been?"Mother asked me. She is a striking woman, and once won the Cayuga County Joan Collins look-alike contest. ? "Mother, the bus was late...I wish you'd let me get a driver's license." Really. I'm thirty-three years old, Shoeblossom, and Mother won't...

2 years ago
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Letter to My Navy Man

I sat at the table for two, sipping my iced tea. The waiter had refilled my glass three times by the time my Bri arrived--always outrageously late but generally worth the wait."Sorry I'm late, hon" She said loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. "I was getting a bikini wax and it took longer than I thought."She always could make a stunning entrance. I looked around, but fortunately the place was relatively deserted."Just sit down. I'm starving.""Perhaps I should order oysters. I'm...

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Letter to a Cuckold

Dear Wimp, So you are Mary’s husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimp-dick that I’ve heard about. Well, I’ve got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That’s almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remained faithful to a wimp like you for five minutes is hard to believe. It just shows how religious she really is....

2 years ago
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Letter from a Reality Readjustor

Letter from a Reality Readjustor By Bill Hart There were a few questions and complaints with regard to reality readjustors following my story "Friends are Whatever You Make of Them". Rather then simply write a new explanatory story, I thought I'd share with you instead a letter I received several weeks ago that was the primary inspiration for the above story. I've changed the names, of course, to protect the innocent. That assumes, of course, there are innocent to...

2 years ago
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Letter from Tacoma

LETTER FROM TACOMADear Shoeblossom:When my husband, who is owner and ringmaster of the Epic Circus, comes into our hotel room (We, thankfully, don’t have to live in the circus trailers) I’m ready for him. He lays the whip down, and then it’s my turn??Strip it all off Spats, my love! Now you’ll get a nice thrashing?.it’s MY turn to use the whip!?Sometimes after that I put him through a grueling scene—if the hotel has any sort of eyehook in the ceiling, I’ll lock Spats’s wrists to the hook, and...

2 years ago
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Letter to a Super Stud

A story of revenge and punishment. Dear Super Stud, You seduced my Caroline too and you did write me a letter explaining what you did together. So thoughtful of you. It is not the first letter you wrote to men you considered as wimps, is it? I hope you will enjoy your time with Caroline today. I saw to it she is well prepared. I put what I thought she should wear on her bed, the thin white semi transparent silk blouse, a short black skirt and a pair of high heels. I am sorry to say, just...

2 years ago
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Letter to a Super Stud

A story of revenge and punishment.Dear Super Stud,You seduced my Caroline too and you did write me a letter explaining what you did together. So thoughtful of you. It is not the first letter you wrote to men you considered as wimps, is it? I hope you will enjoy your time with Caroline today. I saw to it she is well prepared. I put what I thought she should wear on her bed, the thin white semi transparent silk blouse, a short black skirt and a pair of high heels. I am sorry to say; just before...

2 years ago
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Letter from Boston

LETTER FROM BOSTONDear Shoeblossom:I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in adolescence. In the summer after my junior year at Andover, I wrecked Dad’s  BMW  while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vacation place, and broke both arms and both legs, and I began getting visits in my hospital room from Noelle, a Candy Striper...

1 year ago
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Letter from Ravenswood Bluff

LETTER FROM RAVENSWOOD BLUFFDear Shoeblossom:Brinker stands, a foot precariously on each chair with his hands behind his head, like an arrestee. I shake my auburn hair and wave my double D’s at him, well displayed in the bikini top, blue with sailboats.?All I’m saying, Jessamyn, is that it wouldn’t hurt to ask Shoeblossom. He’s great about answering letters in my magazine, and he’s a professional. He would know how long I’m supposed to be kept in chastity. I’m a healthy guy. I need more—sex,...

3 years ago
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Letter from America

The letter from America1968Martin White and his wife Sarah were lying in bed .It wasn’t late in fact it was hardly dark but they had decided on an early night.Martin had decided to give “Don Quixote” another chance but his heart just wasn’t in it.Martin let the book tumble from his hand as it made a satisfying “clump” on the bedroom carpet ……“Fuck it” said Martin “I’ve seen the movie , why do I bother” ?Martin was typically English if there is...

3 years ago
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Letter of recommendation1

“Um, when do you need this by?” Kevin asked “Well I leave tomorrow, I am really sorry, I sort of forgot...” said Laura. She continued in an apologetic vein for some time. Kevin wasn’t listening; the afternoon sun was right behind her, the golden light making the highlights of her blond hair shimmer. Kevin noticed the sundress was somewhat translucent, the mind filling in details of her stunning body, tricked by light and shadow. “Alright, stop by the house tonight and you can pick it...

2 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to the...

4 years ago
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Letter to a Cuckold

Dear Wimp, So you are Mary's husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimpdick that I've heard about. Well, I've got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That's almost a miracle. That such a drop dead, knock-down gorgeous babe like Mary could have remained faithful to a wimp like you for five minutes is hard to believe. It just shows how religious she really is. And to think that a girl...

4 years ago
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Letter From Mistress Cherie

It's really hard when you spend your life doing things you enjoy with your partner and then, all of a sudden, they are gone. You see, I had lost my wife of many years to a drunk driver. I have gotten over my loss as best as anyone could but I so missed the opportunity to indulge in those enjoyable times we shared. No, I don't mean golfing or going out dancing. My wife and I enjoyed a very kinky life involving leather and BDSM and especially my being a crossdressed sissy in her service....

4 years ago
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Letter From the GraveChapter 3 the aftermath

I went up to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I was dumb founded. Feeling as if someone has kicked me in my stomach, or worse — in my balls. Tears started running down on my cheeks. I felt dizziness enveloping me, as if my soul had left my body and is looking from above. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I roared like wounded lion. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" with all the force my lungs could give. I kept roaring until my throat could not pass a sound. I kept roaring until I collapsed. I slid...

2 years ago
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Letter Between Mom and Son

Dear Mason,I haven't called you in a while and I was thinking it'd be sweet to send you a card in the mail. College is going, alright, it's midterms this week so I've been studying real hard.I'm gonna try to come home soon because i miss the family. I actually miss you a lot mom, I think about you a lot. I thought this would be easier to say in a letter than to tell you in person, or on the phone. I know this is really weird but...Mom, I think you're a beuatiful person. I love your round smooth...

1 year ago
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Letter from the Front

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

2 years ago
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Letter from Coldstream Canyon

LETTER FROM COLDSTREAM CANYONDear Shoeblossom:My cousin Glen is married to a dominant bitch called  Jocelyn. When Glen and his brother Gavin, both free-wheeling, bimbo-chasing poker-playing drunkards met Jocelyn in a club, they had no idea that the icy blonde would tempt the two of them, and Glen’s boss Monroe, into becoming her slave harem!Now Glen hasn’t been out for a poker night in seven  years. When he and  Gavin are at home, they are forced to wear French maid’s costumes, with dildoes or...

2 years ago
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Letter from Charleston

LETTER FROM CHARLESTONDear Shoeblossom: I still get wet when I remember that first thrashing in my grandfather’s barn. My little denim miniskirt turned up, panties down, struggling over Gramp’s knee as the huge strap had come down again and again against my jiggling full butt cheeks. When the strap connected with my buttocks, bouncing a bit off my little tuft of pubic hair, Gramps screamed at me about my abuse of the free will God had granted me! And as I’d screamed, he’d brought the strap down...

2 years ago
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Letter from Oswego

LETTER FROM OSWEGODear Shoeblossom:?One nigh I attached Carter’s wrists to the ceiling hook in his basement, and separated his legs and locked them into a spreader bar. I whacked his cock to awaken it with my long cut rose switch?didn’t bother to cut off the thorns!  And then I brought out a thin steel knitting needle.?This little slit at the end of your cock is quite small, isn’t it?? I asked, trying to shove my long fingernail into the eye of his blind worm. I punctured and poor Carter...

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...

2 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...

1 year 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...

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