1. The Church of the Chosen--Part 3


    Date: 11/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    range regularly. Some of our armed people hadn’t fired a weapon in years. They’d be useless in an emergency. I went to the range every time, offering $100 of my own money to anyone who could beat me. One investigator did beat me the fourth week and two the sixth. I kept the offer in place for an entire year with Denise’s permission. Denise contacted a local real estate agent and went to see a number of homes on weekends while I sat at home with Seanna. She told me she had made her selection and negotiated a price a month later. I got to see it just before closing. I would have approved heartily if I had a vote in the matter. It was a large ranch with four bedrooms and three baths on a street that turned into a cow path down just the block. There was a large lot that backed up to a state park. It didn’t hurt that it was only twenty minutes from my office. I gave Denise a smile when she asked me, a rare weakening of her resolve. Denise had continued to make changes in our relationship so we would appear to be absolutely normal to those who didn’t know us or about our Mistress/slave situation. One of those changes resulted in Denise bringing Seanna to the office one morning. It was “Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.” I thought it funny since Seanna was only four months old at the time. When I asked Denise she just told me, “I wanted to see your office and make sure your secretary wasn’t a threat.” Ha ha, my secretary was fifty and there’d never be anyone who could compete ...
    with Denise. My staff did enjoy meeting Denise and the women loved my little daughter. Denise returned to Chosen a few months later when Joyce gave birth to my son. That would be a secret known only to the four of us and never voiced to anyone else. Two years later Joyce brought him to visit. We fucked every night. She was pregnant again when she left. We were at home one night in the Seattle area when Denise called me to kneel at her feet. “I’ve enrolled you in the Foster School of Business at the University of Washington. You’ll study for your MBA. You start Monday after work. You’ll take two courses each semester and one each summer session. Your priorities will be (1) work, (2) school, (3) me. I expect nothing less than your best effort. I think this is something that will help you in your career.” I already had a law degree, as did many FBI Agents, so I was well accustomed to graduate level courses. I attended class two nights from 6:00 to 9:00 p.m. I did homework or studied almost every other night. Saturdays were often spent in the University Library. A year later I had thirty of the thirty-six credits I’d need and my grade point average was 4.0—straight A’s. I finished my course work the following semester and my thesis the semester after that. I would have chosen not to participate in graduation, but, like everything else, it wasn’t my choice. Denise held Seanna in her lap as I crossed the stage graduating Summa cum Laude—tops in my class. Denise and I had two more ...
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