THE CHURCH OF THE CHOSEN—PART 3

Sean finishes his training then he helps Joyce and David in a way he could never have imagined.


CHAPTER 6

On and on my training went. I grew proficient in every facet of housecleaning, laundry and ironing, grocery shopping and cooking. I already knew how to manage the yard and lawn. I did everything to the best of my ability even though my ability was sometimes not so great. I worked from sunup to sundown and even later most days. However, Mistress Denise also took good care of me. We made love almost every night. My pay check had long ago been directly deposited into her bank account. She gave me an allowance and I was provided with a credit card for emergencies, and if I used it the emergency had better be real. Despite all I had gone through I had never been happier. Our marriage had never been better.

Mistress Denise asked me one night if I knew what it was all about. What was all this Mistress-slave business really about? I thought for a moment before replying, “I believe it’s about how I think about you. Before I asked to be your slave you occupied my thoughts maybe ten…twenty percent of the time. I was concerned mostly about me—my pleasure, my joy, my achievements…my orgasms, my anger and pain. Now you occupy my thoughts all the time, even at work. Although I have to concentrate on other things you come right back into my brain as soon as they pass. I don’t worry about myself any longer. I know that you will take care of me. I only worry about you—taking care of you, loving you, and pleasing you. That’s what I think it’s really about.” She made no reply.

The following afternoon she announced that we were hiring a maid service. After a few seconds thought I told her, “I thought that was my job, Mistress.”
“It was your job, Sean. It’s not your job any longer, and it’s ‘Denise,’ not ‘Mistress Denise.’ Your training is over. What will you do for me?”

“Anything, Mistress…everything, Mistress.”

“Yes, you will and you will call me Denise. It will not be good for our children to hear you call me ‘Mistress,’ will it? We will have many changes, Sean. Your training is done, but your work continues. It will just be different. Now, let’s go out to dinner. We’re taking Joyce and David out. We’re celebrating—I’m pregnant. You will be a father in six months.” I was thrilled. I fell, sobbing, to her feet, kissing them over and over. “Stand up, Sean so I can kiss you. C’mon now.” I stood unsteadily until she gripped my head in her hands and pulled me down for a long deep and sweet kiss. Her tongue found its way into my mouth, wrapping around mine. I had always known that Denise loved me; now I knew how much—I meant everything to her.

My life did change after that—no more collar, no more cock cage, but I was still as much Denise’s slave as I was before. Her controls were inside me. Over the nine months that I had been trained Denise had used those external restraints to control me. That’s what I thought initially, but then I realized some months ago that it was her all along. She controlled me every day—every minute of every day—through everything, not what she had done to me, but through the things I had done to myself to please her. She would always be my Mistress now.

The community began to change without the Church of the Chosen and Rev. Mitchell to create new masters and slaves. Masters and slaves moved out only to be replaced by so-called normal people with so-called normal relationships. A year after I accepted Denise as my mistress almost five percent of the community had changed. Indeed, a normal couple moved in next door to us on the side opposite Joyce and David. We welcomed them to the neighborhood and invited them to our home. They asked if we could come to them so they would not have to hire a sitter for their three young children.

After dinner, once they had put their three adorable girls to bed for the night, we relaxed in their living room. They had drinks; Denise and I had ginger ale. We talked about their children and Denise’s pregnancy. In time the conversation drifted to the community. “What do you know about the name of this place,” Paul asked. “Wasn’t there a church or something here?”

I looked to Denise for guidance. A simple nod told me to answer. “I’ll tell you all about it, but it’s going to take a while—it’s a long story. You know that big building out on the highway—the senior and youth centers? That used to be the Church of the Chosen. The pastor was Rev. Mitchell, except that wasn’t his real name, he wasn’t a real minister, and the church was a scam. Rev. Mitchell visited us about a week after we had moved in and tested us for dominance and submissiveness. That’s where the ‘Chosen’ part comes in—one partner chosen as a dominant, the other as a submissive. Denise tested dominant and I tested submissive. We each had training to prepare us for our roles. It was during my first lesson that I learned that our house might be bugged.”

“Bugged? You’ve got to be kidding!”

“No, I’m not. It was known that I’m an FBI Agent. What wasn’t known, not even to Denise, was that the Bureau had received a complaint from a former resident who learned accidentally that he was the star of a porn DVD. I was supposed to look into it and I did. Our house was indeed bugged and I’ll bet yours was, too. I stood and walked over to the smoke alarm and pulled it off. There was a miniature camera and microphone. I pulled it out, showing to Paul and Laura.

“I don’t know if it’s still transmitting, but I can find out if you like. I do know that there is nobody receiving. After that Denise and I were very careful about what we said and did in front of the cameras. We were trained for about a week when I was pulled out by my boss from Washington. Denise was training to be my Mistress; I was going to be her slave.

“In about a month or so we had more than enough evidence to arrest and convict the Mitchells, the head of the local Bureau office, and several others who forced their children to have sex with them. That’s also when we closed the church. It was huge with several hundred rows of thickly upholstered arm chairs for the masters and mistresses. The slaves sat naked next to them on thin pads on the floor. Every slave, including me, was required to wear a stainless collar that could be used to shock him for any reason the Master or Mistress felt was appropriate. Luckily for me Denise found it barbaric the one time she shocked me. It would open once I left the community, but I was required to put it back on again when I returned. It told everyone in the town that I was a slave and it could be used to punish me if Denise felt it was necessary. Also, every slave was kept in chastity—a chastity belt for the women, a cock cage for the men. I had two—one stainless and one plastic– because I have to go through a metal detector at work. Denise had—still has—the locks and shock control. Slaves were always naked at home as well as at church.

“As I said, the church was a scam. The Mitchells cleared more than $3,000 a week from the church and they used the training and surveillance videos to make all kinds of porn DVD’s, all of which involved people without their knowledge or consent. They made millions that way and, of course, they never paid any taxes on the proceeds. I’m sure you realize that both those acts are felonies under federal law.”

“I’ll bet you were glad when it ended.”

“Yes…and no; we spent more than a month in a motel room while the case was being put together by the task force so Denise and I were thrilled to be able to come home. However, I was miserable for about three months and I made Denise miserable, too, until I realized the problem– I missed being Denise’s slave. Yeah—I missed it and I needed it. It was the only time in my life when I had real contentment. It was also the time that Denise and I were the closest. I actually begged Denise to take me back. Rev. Mitchell had rigged the tests, but we’ve since learned that many driven and successful men have a strong submissive streak. I should know—I’m one of them. Believe me—being the dominant partner is a lot of work– not that Denise didn’t make me work, because she did. She also made me do some things that I would never ever do normally. It was all about teaching me obedience. It helped me tremendously to know how much she loved me. That’s why she’s taken on all the responsibility.”

“Can we ask what she made you do,” Laura asked.

Again I looked to Denise for a cue. “Sure—my trainer, Rev. Mitchell’s wife, had me clean out three pussies with my tongue after the women had sex with their partners. I was also supposed to clean their cocks. Denise intervened so I didn’t have to, but later she required me to give several blowjobs. Neither was really about sex; they were all about obedience. I really hated the blowjobs, but I did it because I needed to learn to obey. I’m sure you think it’s weird, but I’ve never been happier and I love Denise even more now than I did before. It’s also what probably saved our marriage—that’s how bad I was before we began. I only know that now I’m the happiest slave in the world. I’m not naked at home any more. I’m sure you’re happy to know that—and we now have a maid service even though I’d gladly do everything if Denise just asked. She has absolute and total control over me.”

Laura looked incredulous. “Denise, I find it difficult to believe that.”

“Okay, Laura…Sean,” I jumped to my feet. I recognized that tone of voice. She was about to command; I was about to obey. “Sean, strip. Hand me your clothes.” I didn’t reply. None was needed. I began with my shoes and socks, handing them to Denise. My shirt, pants, and boxers followed shortly thereafter. I kept my pistol strapped to my ankle. I knelt, awaiting my orders.

“I’m shocked, Denise. Isn’t he at all embarrassed to be naked in front of us? I must admit, though, he is gorgeous.”

“No, Laura, Sean knows that I’m responsible for this—not him. I’m responsible for everything. That’s the burden of being in charge. Sean, I need to go. Please remove my panties and attend.” I crawled immediately between her legs and pulled down her panties once she had lifted her hips. My lips sealed off her cunt seconds later. “I have him do this every day—several times every day. It is a great reminder of my authority over him. I actually had to learn how to control the flow so he could handle it.” That was news to me. I began to swallow as Mistress Denise continued. ”Other than the taste and the taboo, there’s nothing wrong with drinking urine. It’s almost always sterile and can even be used in medical procedures in an emergency. I’m a science teacher.” Then turning her attention back to me, “Sean, while you’re down there…. This is his reward, and mine, too. I have him do this several times a day, also. It’s one of the advantages of being dominant, although I know how much Sean enjoys it, too. Ohhhh, Sean!” I had just sucked her clit between my teeth. Denise shook several times as her orgasm overtook her. “I usually give Sean a reward every night. Yes, I control that, too.”

I pulled back from under Denise’s skirt, my face a mess from her ejaculate. Laura laughed, but got me two paper towels from the kitchen, one moistened from the faucet. Once my face was cleaned I sat, still naked, at my Mistress’s feet. “I have to admit, Denise, I knew something about the community. My aunt used to live here before my uncle passed away. She phoned me when she learned we were moving to the area. I remembered her marriage as being almost perfect, but I was still surprised when she told me that she was his slave and that it was the happiest period of her life.

“That was probably the primary reason why we moved here. Things have been tough between us—lots of arguments, screaming and yelling at each other. I don’t think it’s healthy for the children to see and hear that every day. I’d be interested in learning more.”

“What about you, Paul? How do you feel?”

“Well,” he hesitated almost two minutes before continuing, “I suppose it would be okay. I’m sure Laura would want me to be the slave. I’m usually the one who’s out of control. I don’t know what it is with me. I love Laura to pieces and the girls, too. I just….” He broke into tears.

Denise pushed me to him. I held his head against my bare chest. “Tell me, Paul; are you willing to be her slave? It’ll never work if you’re not willing.”

“Yes, damn it—I will. Oh, God help me.”

“God won’t do it, Paul—you will with Mistress Laura’s help.” I turned to see Denise pull her phone from her purse. She used the speed dial to contact Joyce.

“Hi, David, may I speak with Joyce? Hi, Joyce, have you met the new neighbors—Laura and Paul? Sean and I are over at their place now. Can you come over? Oh good, please bring a cage and a collar and…okay, hold on…Paul, what size neck do you have? Joyce, he says he wears a size 16 shirt. Okay, see you soon.” We sat there quietly while Paul continued to sob. I rose a few minutes later to answer the door.

“Ah, Sean I see you’ve been demonstrating your skills. I almost swoon whenever I see you like this. I may ask Denise if I can borrow you later. I could use a hard fucking. David stayed behind because of his back.” Denise made the introductions and Joyce addressed Paul, “Paul, stand and strip. No need to worry, we’ve seen it all before. C’mon now. We usually begin with a punishment so you will recognize Laura’s authority, but we don’t want it to be any worse than necessary.” Paul slowly rose, but he seemed to be paralyzed. I looked to Denise, my Mistress, for direction. A subtle nod told me everything I had to know. I began to help Paul, unbuttoning his shirt and laying it over a nearby chair. In a few minutes he was as naked as me. He was tall, maybe six feet, but he was much thinner than I was. Joyce stepped forward and applied the chastity device. “Let this be a reminder, Paul—a reminder of your wife’s authority. If you behave and cooperate fully I’m sure she will remove it often.” She reached up and snapped the collar around his neck. “Now Paul, I think you should lie on the floor. This is going to hurt, but we don’t want to really damage you.” I helped him to lie down.

Joyce showed Laura the three implements—the cock cage key and the shocker and opener for the collar. A second later she pressed the button; Paul screamed at the top of his lungs as he thrashed for more than twenty seconds before he began to calm down. Denise and Laura went to check on the children, but they had slept through the entire incident. I helped Paul to his feet and led him to their bedroom. Fortunately, Joyce had the foresight to bring a complete set of leather straps. I fastened him to the bed in minutes. Joyce came in with Laura and Denise trailing. I recognized her cane immediately. She handed it to Laura with instructions.

Laura’s voice broke the silence, “Okay, Paul I’m giving you five strokes. This is just so you will know what I can do to you if you don’t cooperate. Joyce will train me during the day to be an effective and loving Mistress. She and Denise love their slaves as much as I love you. She’ll train you at night and on weekends to be an outstanding slave. The most important thing though is for you to always remember that we’re doing this because we love each other and our children and we want to stay together. Ready?” She took the first swing. Paul screamed into the pillow. Fortunately, she did not hesitate between strokes. She was done in less than thirty seconds, threw down the cane and rushed to comfort her husband. “Oh, darling I hope you don’t make me do that again. Are you okay? Thank you, Sean.” I handed her the ice I had taken from the freezer. I noticed five red stripes cutting across his ass before she laid the ice to it.

“Okay, it’s late so I think Denise, Sean and I should leave. Laura, I can start your lessons in the morning. Is that okay with you? They set the date for ten. Paul would go to Mistress Joyce at two. Denise committed us to helping with the children. I thought the practice with the diapers would help when our baby arrived. I anticipated doing a lot of work then.

I stood by my clothes in the living room until Joyce and Denise joined me. I wasn’t told to dress so I didn’t. “Pick them up, Sean and let’s go. It’s a pleasant night and a short walk–besides all the neighbors have already seen you, haven’t they?” I followed orders and soon I was out on the lawn. My feet became wet from the dew. Denise opened our front door. I wasn’t at all surprised when Joyce walked in with us.

“Sean, put your clothes away then you can help Joyce and me to undress. Then you can bathe us. What would you prefer, Joyce—a bath or a shower?”

“Will Sean join me if I choose the shower?”

“He will if you wish, but the tub is really only big enough for one, although you might get the two of you in vertically.” She grinned wildly as she envisioned that.

“Tempting,” Joyce replied, “but I think I’ll take the shower.” Denise led us to the bedroom. I had them naked in just a few minutes. There was quite a contrast between the two of them. Denise was tall and willowy with shoulders broader than her hips and large firm breasts. Joyce was shorter and rounder, perhaps due to her age. She was, however, in excellent shape. Joyce was ten years older than Denise who was now twenty-seven. They took my hands and led me into the bathroom.

“Sean, you will wash me first, but it will be a lot quicker than usual. You are to devote your best skills to Joyce. She will join us in bed and spend the night. You will obey her as you would me.”

“Of course, Mistress. I would do that under any circumstances.” I turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm before extending my hand to Denise. As ordered I washed her quickly and dried her, my body still dripping water onto the floor. I took Joyce’s hand. “I don’t want you to slip or fall.” Once in the shower I washed her in the same loving manner I normally saved for my Mistress. My soapy hand ran up and down her ass crack and I dared to finger her anus. When she gave me a questioning look I told her, “I always do that for my Mistress. She enjoys it and I thought you might, also. Perhaps later you might enjoy my tongue in there.” Her look turned into an evil smile. I was surprised when she insisted on cleaning my body, but I was hardly surprised when she pushed her finger into my asshole. I laughed and she reached up to kiss me. I returned the kiss eagerly. She had kissed me often during my training and I had been instructed to treat her as I would Denise.

Once out of the shower I dried her carefully and lovingly with a large fluffy towel. I pulled the stool from under the vanity so I could attend to her damp hair. I ignored the cooling water on my body until Denise came in, “tsk’d” me several times and dried me. “I don’t want you catching pneumonia, Sean. You have a long and tiring night ahead of you.” She kissed my cheek, whispering, “You have been a very good boy tonight, Sean. I’m very proud of you.” She kissed me again and returned to the bedroom.

I led Joyce to our bed. Denise ordered me to lie in the center.