The Church of the Chosen--Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

THE CHURCH OF THE CHOSEN—PART 2 Sean gets retribution against Rev. Mitchell then accepts the secret he’s hidden from himself. CHAPTER 3 I was home by 4:20. I would have been there ten minutes earlier had I not stopped at the town limits to test my collar opener. It worked perfectly. I had used the time on the drive home to plan my invasion of the Mitchell residence now that Jeff had acquired the warrant. I knew that the Bureau would tap their phones, even their cells, within 48 hours at most. I would need some way to get the Mitchells away for an hour so I could set up the internal surveillance measures. I thought I had just the way. Denise was extremely stern with me when I got home, chiding me for being late and irresponsible. I was led to the bedroom where I was secured quickly to the bed. I noticed a small note on the pillow—SEAN, I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS TO YOU. CAN’T WE JUST QUIT AND LEAVE? WAIT UNTIL YOU HEAR WHAT’S UP TOMORROW.” “ Mistress Denise I know I deserve this punishment because of my lack of consideration. I think you should give me double so I will learn better and faster.” Denise shook her head. I could see a small tear in her eye as she fastened my feet tightly. She rubbed my ass with the cane several times, telling me that I would have several enemas tonight to prepare me for tomorrow’s lesson. “If you give me any problems I will cane you again and I WILL double your punishment. Now I owe you ten.” I gritted my teeth in anticipation of the pain I ...

... knew I would feel shortly. Fortunately, she finished in less than two minutes. I was bawling when she was done. She sat on the bed to recite all my shortcomings as she massaged a healing salve into my butt cheeks. They felt as though they were on fire. I crawled away when I was released to begin the dinner. Once again I was required to eat like a dog. I could easily see how this could break someone’s spirit. She even required me to lick the plate clean before I was allowed to tidy up the kitchen. Mistress Denise led me to the bathroom. “I think I’ll want a shower tonight, Sean. Undress me and place my clothes in the hamper. Tomorrow I’ll show you how to do the laundry once you’ve finished your lesson. But first you’ll need some enemas so you’ll be clean inside and out.” Denise was in tears as she stood over me. I whispered, “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” She looked at me as though I was crazy, but prepared the enema and shoved the lubed nozzle into my bowel. She made me hold the two quarts for fifteen minutes. Those were the instructions she had been given. I was in agony when she finally allowed me to release it. She prepared the second enema while I was on the toilet. This one I was allowed to expel immediately. The discharge was clear after the third. I was done—thank God. Though exhausted and in incredible pain from the abdominal cramping I rose to begin the shower and led my Mistress in once the water was warmed. “What’s going on, Sean?” Denise spoke aloud; the ...