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

The Church of the Chosen--Part 3

... their children to have sex with them. That’s also when we closed the church. It was huge with several hundred rows of thickly upholstered arm chairs for the masters and mistresses. The slaves sat naked next to them on thin pads on the floor. Every slave, including me, was required to wear a stainless collar that could be used to shock him for any reason the Master or Mistress felt was appropriate. Luckily for me Denise found it barbaric the one time she shocked me. It would open once I left the community, but I was required to put it back on again when I returned. It told everyone in the town that I was a slave and it could be used to punish me if Denise felt it was necessary. Also, every slave was kept in chastity—a chastity belt for the women, a cock cage for the men. I had two—one stainless and one plastic-- because I have to go through a metal detector at work. Denise had—still has—the locks and shock control. Slaves were always naked at home as well as at church. “As I said, the church was a scam. The Mitchells cleared more than $3,000 a week from the church and they used the training and surveillance videos to make all kinds of porn DVD’s, all of which involved people without their knowledge or consent. They made millions that way and, of course, they never paid any taxes on the proceeds. I’m sure you realize that both those acts are felonies under federal law.” “I’ll bet you were glad when it ended.” “Yes…and no; we spent more than a month in a motel room while the ...

... case was being put together by the task force so Denise and I were thrilled to be able to come home. However, I was miserable for about three months and I made Denise miserable, too, until I realized the problem-- I missed being Denise’s slave. Yeah—I missed it and I needed it. It was the only time in my life when I had real contentment. It was also the time that Denise and I were the closest. I actually begged Denise to take me back. Rev. Mitchell had rigged the tests, but we’ve since learned that many driven and successful men have a strong submissive streak. I should know—I’m one of them. Believe me—being the dominant partner is a lot of work-- not that Denise didn’t make me work, because she did. She also made me do some things that I would never ever do normally. It was all about teaching me obedience. It helped me tremendously to know how much she loved me. That’s why she’s taken on all the responsibility.” “Can we ask what she made you do,” Laura asked. Again I looked to Denise for a cue. “Sure—my trainer, Rev. Mitchell’s wife, had me clean out three pussies with my tongue after the women had sex with their partners. I was also supposed to clean their cocks. Denise intervened so I didn’t have to, but later she required me to give several blowjobs. Neither was really about sex; they were all about obedience. I really hated the blowjobs, but I did it because I needed to learn to obey. I’m sure you think it’s weird, but I’ve never been happier and I love Denise even more now ...