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The Church of the Chosen--Part 1

Date: 12/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

NOTE: The first two parts of this story were deleted because of two brief references to a father having sex with his underage daughter. Yes, those were references to pedophilic sex so I had no argument with them being deleted even though there was nothing graphic or explicit. Also, I have a strong sense of justice and justice was coldly served. I know that this story is not for everyone. It describes a young couple’s journey through life and, mostly, how our hero finds internal peace through slavery to his dominant, but loving, wife. THE CHURCH OF THE CHOSEN—PART 1 Welcome to our town! Come join our church! Just take this little test first! CHAPTER 1 I had just been transferred to a major city in the Midwest. I’m Sean Rogers, an FBI Special Agent and my wife is Denise. She was able to obtain a job as a science teacher in one of the suburban junior high schools. We looked for homes nearby and found what we thought was a great one in Chosen. The community was exceptionally clean with a low crime rate and the schools had a top-notch reputation. We bought a large home and moved in over the long July Fourth weekend. Moving can be stressful so there were a few arguments during that time and over the next week, as well. I thought it was just the stress of the moment—that and acclimating to a new office and new fellow agents in a city I didn’t know at all. We were “mid-discussion” early Sunday evening, a trifle louder than was necessary, when the doorbell rang. I was shocked to see ... a clergyman at the door. “Uh…come in,” I said haltingly. “Denise, hun… we have company.” She walked in from the kitchen, her hair a mess as she dried her hands on a towel. “Good evening, I hope I’m not intruding. I’m sure you’re busy, but I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Reverend Mitchell of the Church of the Chosen.” “I’ve been wondering—what exactly does ‘Chosen’ mean? Is that huge building over on the highway your church?” “Yes, it’s our tabernacle and to answer your first question we believe that everyone is chosen for a role—a role with our family members. Some are chosen to lead and others are chosen to follow. It has been our experience that acceptance of these roles leads to love and harmony in a family as well as inner peace for the practitioners. You haven’t had much harmony or inner peace over the past week, have you?” I was a bit red-faced with the idea that others had heard us. “Uh…sorry, Reverend this is a really stressful time.” “Yes, I’m sure it is, but that’s also the time when love, peace, and harmony are most needed. Wouldn’t you agree?” “I guess…so what brings you here this evening?” I could see Denise give me a look that told me she was upset with my impatience, but I ignored it. Reverend Mitchell saw her and smiled, as though he could read her mind. “I came here in the hope of explaining how our church works and perhaps to invite you to join. Can you spare a few minutes?” “Sure, Reverend—come on in and have a seat,” Denise said as she led him into the ...