1. 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

    but always remember that I love you and that I’ll never do anything to hurt you. Now let’s go to sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow will be a long day for both of us.” She turned around and kissed me. I held her for almost a minute before she broke away. Denise found sleep easily. I did not. CHAPTER 2 We were seated at the kitchen table the following morning. It was a beautiful day. We were on our second cup of coffee, Denise in her robe, me in a tee shirt, gym shorts, and sandals. I didn’t see any reason to wear underwear when I’d probably be naked a good part of the day. I had been silent all morning, terrified of what was to come. I wasn’t all that pleased with Denise for not warning me either. She reached across the table to stroke my cheek. “I know you’re frightened of what might happen today. I’m frightened, too. However, I’m sure we can do it. If others have done it I’m sure we can, too.” “Yeah, but you’re going to be in control. I could be bouncing around like an idiot and don’t forget—I’ll be naked.” “Yes, and as soon as you are I’ll be the envy of the neighborhood. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” I doubted that, but I knew I was in excellent physical condition. My job required that and I worked out in the gym almost daily. At six feet two inches I weighed a firm 190 pounds. I had a muscular chest with shoulders and arms to match. My abs were hard as a rock. I had just run in a competitive half marathon, finishing in the top ten. Denise continued a moment ...
    later, “You’d better use the toilet and get going. I don’t think you should be late.” I kissed her and walked away, wondering if I’d be able to do that tomorrow. Ten minutes later I was out the door en route to my destiny. I was able to follow the directions easily. Reverend Mitchell’s home was just east of the huge tabernacle. I rang the bell just a minute before ten for my appointment. The door was opened by a 40-ish woman I assumed was Mrs. Mitchell. “Ah, Sean—I’m glad you are on time. I’d hate to begin your training with a punishment. I’m Mistress Ethel. Place your clothes right here at the door, shoes, too.” I stepped out of my sandals and shorts before pulling my tee over my head. I folded them neatly before stepping in to the living room, my hands at my sides. “Okay, Sean let me get a good look at you. My goodness—you look good enough to eat. Stroke that cock a few times so I can see what it looks like hard.” “Ma’am?” “I believe you heard me. First lesson—it is NOT a good idea to make your dominant, or any dominant for that matter, tell you something twice. Now stroke it. I want it hard.” I was mortified. I was sure my face was red with embarrassment as I took my cock in my hand and pulled the foreskin down the shaft. I wasn’t sure I could get it hard under these conditions. “Ma’am, I’m not sure I can get it hard. I mean no disrespect, but I’m kind of embarrassed.” “No problem, Sean I’ll help you.” Her hand was hot as she ran it up and down my shaft. Sure enough a minute ...
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