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

The Church of the Chosen--Part 3

... children, another girl and a boy. We were done. She told me to have a vasectomy. I never questioned her decision. Outwardly we looked and acted like any other couple, but behind closed doors we were still Mistress and slave. I kissed her feet and ate her pussy every morning and usually every evening. I still took her urine every morning, but these activities were always behind closed and locked doors. We still made passionate love four or five times a week, even well into our forties. What set us apart was that we never argued, we never criticized each other, we never yelled or lost our tempers. Several friends told us that they thought our marriage was ideal. I often thought back to our visit from Rev. Mitchell and his rigged tests. He may have been a liar and a cheat, but he did me the greatest favor ever when he made Denise my Mistress. Jeff phoned Denise five years later almost to the date of our move west. He understood there was no point notifying me. I was to be promoted to Chief Operating Officer at a huge increase in salary. I had cleared more than $400,000 the prior year after turning the division from worst to first. Denise told him we would move back to the Midwest—close to the national headquarters in Chicago. We’d be back—near where it had all started, near where I’d found myself and my Mistress.