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

The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

... base I opened my mouth to take in the head. That was when I heard my Mistress, “No hands, Sean.” I gulped and inhaled as much as I could into my mouth. I was crying when he ejaculated into my mouth. I couldn’t swallow all of it; semen ran down onto my chest. He stepped aside for the next master. Thankfully, his cock was small. However, that did nothing for my humiliation. I sucked and licked, hating myself for being so weak. Instead of cumming in my mouth he pulled out and came all over my face. The masters left, laughing at my plight. I remained where I was my tears mingling with the semen on my cheeks. Mistress Denise crossed the room and gasped when she saw my face. “Get up, Sean and take a shower. Then I’ll want to speak with you.” I was so upset that I forgot all about kissing her feet and crawling. I ran into the bathroom. I allowed the hot water to wash away the stain of my sin. My outside may have been clean, but internally I felt slime and filth. I crawled back to my Mistress. “I can see how upset you are, Sean. I wanted to push you. I only hope I didn’t go too far.” She allowed me time to respond, but I remained silent. “Okay, Sean I need to know how you feel. What are you experiencing right now?” “Truthfully, Mistress?” “Of course—I need the truth from you or I would never ask.” “I…feel self loathing. I’m disgusted with myself for allowing myself to be a part of that. I hated every second. I’m closer now to suicide than I’ve ever dreamed I could be.” I could see ...

... her reaction clearly. She was appalled at my comments. “You asked for the truth, Mistress and I have given it to you. I am sorry if I have upset you.” “It’s not your comments that have upset me, Sean. I did ask you for the truth. I am sorry that I put you through that. It was obviously too much for you. Perhaps later in your training.” I broke down again until she sat next to me and held my head to her shoulder. “I know it’s hard, Sean. It has to be in order to receive your complete obedience. That’s the only way you will obtain the inner peace you need so badly. That’s right—I’m doing all this for you. You are the one who needs it, not me. I looked up at her, my eyes telling her how sorry I was. “I could see how much you hated it, Sean yet you did it. Why?” “For you, Mistress; I did it because you wanted me to.” “That’s the best reason, Sean. I know that you’ll do it in the future if I want it. You’ll hate it every bit as much, but you’ll do it, won’t you?” “Yes, Mistress. I’ll hate myself for doing it, but I will.” The rest of my training was every bit as challenging. Only once was I let off the hook. Mistress Joyce often attended my punishment sessions. As my month passed and the canings increased my ass took on the color of an eggplant. I was tied down on my 22nd day of punishment when Mistress Denise brought Mistress Joyce into the bedroom. She took one look at my cheeks and told her friend that I could take no more. “Are you able to sit, Sean? I expect a truthful answer.” ...