The Church of the Chosen--Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Church of the Chosen--Part 3

... realized some months ago that it was her all along. She controlled me every day—every minute of every day—through everything, not what she had done to me, but through the things I had done to myself to please her. She would always be my Mistress now. The community began to change without the Church of the Chosen and Rev. Mitchell to create new masters and slaves. Masters and slaves moved out only to be replaced by so-called normal people with so-called normal relationships. A year after I accepted Denise as my mistress almost five percent of the community had changed. Indeed, a normal couple moved in next door to us on the side opposite Joyce and David. We welcomed them to the neighborhood and invited them to our home. They asked if we could come to them so they would not have to hire a sitter for their three young children. After dinner, once they had put their three adorable girls to bed for the night, we relaxed in their living room. They had drinks; Denise and I had ginger ale. We talked about their children and Denise’s pregnancy. In time the conversation drifted to the community. “What do you know about the name of this place,” Paul asked. “Wasn’t there a church or something here?” I looked to Denise for guidance. A simple nod told me to answer. “I’ll tell you all about it, but it’s going to take a while—it’s a long story. You know that big building out on the highway—the senior and youth centers? That used to be the Church of the Chosen. The pastor was Rev. Mitchell, ...

... except that wasn’t his real name, he wasn’t a real minister, and the church was a scam. Rev. Mitchell visited us about a week after we had moved in and tested us for dominance and submissiveness. That’s where the ‘Chosen’ part comes in—one partner chosen as a dominant, the other as a submissive. Denise tested dominant and I tested submissive. We each had training to prepare us for our roles. It was during my first lesson that I learned that our house might be bugged.” “Bugged? You’ve got to be kidding!” “No, I’m not. It was known that I’m an FBI Agent. What wasn’t known, not even to Denise, was that the Bureau had received a complaint from a former resident who learned accidentally that he was the star of a porn DVD. I was supposed to look into it and I did. Our house was indeed bugged and I’ll bet yours was, too. I stood and walked over to the smoke alarm and pulled it off. There was a miniature camera and microphone. I pulled it out, showing to Paul and Laura. “I don’t know if it’s still transmitting, but I can find out if you like. I do know that there is nobody receiving. After that Denise and I were very careful about what we said and did in front of the cameras. We were trained for about a week when I was pulled out by my boss from Washington. Denise was training to be my Mistress; I was going to be her slave. “In about a month or so we had more than enough evidence to arrest and convict the Mitchells, the head of the local Bureau office, and several others who forced ...