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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

muffins as soon as possible. Of course, she found fault. “That will be five—just something for you to look forward to. Now eat and get moving. I don’t want you to keep Mistress Ethel waiting.” I slurped up my breakfast, pushing the plate all around the kitchen as Denise laughed. She moved to the living room so I could clean up the table and kitchen. I went to kiss her feet and she told me to stand. “Stand still, hands behind your head.” She continued once I had complied. “You’ll need this cage today—remember? I think I may give you another five for being such a chowder head.” She unlocked the stainless cage and replaced it quickly with the polycarbonate cage, using one of the plastic locks. She fondled my balls which caused my cock to swell so, of course, she slapped it several times to cool me down. I dressed and left the house, remembering at the last minute to kiss her feet before running out the door. I opened the garage door and stepped to my car. I opened the trunk in plain view of the smoke alarm camera, pulling my duffel bag out and putting it onto the passenger seat. I palmed a tiny camera when I closed the trunk. What I was about to do was dangerous, but I was dealing with amateurs. They may have been professionals in the area of slave training, but even Ted Lyons was an amateur in the area of electronic surveillance compared to me. The object in my hand was designed to go on the outside of a window. I planned to place it on the window nearest the front door. It ... would blend in with the white paint of the trim and give me intel from the living room until I could install something more permanent. I stopped on the sidewalk just before climbing the steps to the Mitchells’ front door, pretending to tie my shoe. In reality I placed a small relay behind and under one of the bushes. The relay would hold the video and audio until I called for it on my laptop. Unlike the relays I was sure they were using this one had a twenty-five mile range. Once on the porch I leaned against the wall as I checked my shoe. I dropped it immediately—there was gum on the sole, exactly where I had just placed it. The devise was in place when I removed my hand. Mistress Ethel answered the door and I dropped immediately to my knees to kiss her feet. “Excuse me, Mistress Ethel. One of my shoes has gum on it. I will leave them on the porch with your permission.” “That is very considerate, Sean and just the thing that will save you from getting a whipping—for now. I see that you accepted a whipping from your Mistress. That was extremely wise of you. Come in and strip. Why are you so dressed?” I realized that she, once again had given herself away. How would she know I had been whipped if I was completely dressed? I kept my tongue until I had to answer her question, “I must go into the laboratory at work this afternoon. I was requested by the lab director. (That was true.) My Mistress has given her permission.” “I hope so. She will be here shortly. It would not do for you ...