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Letter from Ravenswood Bluff

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Synopsis: Slave Brinker is put in chastity and cuckolded extensively by his evil wife!

LETTER FROM RAVENSWOOD BLUFF


Dear Shoeblossom:


Brinker stands, a foot precariously on each chair with his hands behind his head, like an arrestee. I shake my auburn hair and wave my double Ds at him, well displayed in the bikini top, blue with sailboats.


“All Im saying, Jessamyn, is that it wouldnt hurt to ask Shoeblossom. Hes great about answering letters in my magazine, and hes a professional. He would know how long Im supposed to be kept in chastity. Im a healthy guy. I need moresex, more releases.”


I smile at him and  finger one of my auburn locks. I peek my tongue out at Brinker, and he smiles involuntarily. But then I pick up the umbrella I got from the corner, a long black thing, cant imagine who left itand I whack Brinkers hard cock. I whack it HARD.


“Brinker, who are you to say that you should decide when your orgasms are to happen? Ive never heard of anything so audacious.” WHACK! Again the umbrella comes down on Brinkers dick, and it threatens to open. Then, just for fun, I use the sharp end and poke Brinkers testicles, and he almost falls off the chairs. Careful.


I step back and pick up a box of Lucifer matches, I strike one, its a long, wooden thing, and I flick it at Brinkers chest. He winces as it grazes his right nipple. “Youre so goddamned arrogant, Brinker. And all you seem to think about is when youre going to get to squirt that thingto stick it in me.”


“B-but you have sex all the time. When I came home from Pakistan, you hadnt even bothered to tell your boyfriend to leave first! And Id called you from the damn airport, Jessamyn. And there the bastard is, wearing my robe and drinking my Canadian Club.”


“Yeah, thats right, Brinker. Felipe was horrified when he discovered what a cheap bastard you are when it comes to liquor.” I flick another match, and this time it bounces off Brinkers cock. He yips like a little girl, but I must give him credithe never moves from his position on the chairs, and he never takes his hands from behind his head. Ive trained him well.


Brinker looked a bit sad, and so I lay down the matches and came up close to him, pushing my bikini breasts against his stomach as I stroked his hard cock. Hes been pestering me for a WHILE to write to you, Shoeblossom. Ive always felt that he would appreciate me more, if I let him fuck me less, dont you think?


Brinker breathes through his nose as he watches me stroke and massage his hard dick. It is difficult for him, especially when he calls me from the motels and hotels, and Im being fucked by his pool boy…and I pant as I talk to himoh, he must be enraged.


“Hello (pant) BrinkerEnrique is here (pant) just giving me a little (oh) pick me up (pant) how are you doing? God, hes got a big dick!”


Brinkers dick is fairly big, but I stopped letting him use it on me much about six weeks into our relationship. Every now and then, maybe once every two months or so, I have mercy. He loves it, mounting me, and all the grunting, and that sort of thing. Kissing my big boobs!


Normally, I only let him lick me down below, and I tease him with my boobs. After all, I dont need a naughty boy slobbering all over me! My friends who know of this relationship tell me I should be appreciative of a man who keeps me in such style, but I want him to really, REALLY want me.


Because Brinker used to discard women like cigarette butts. Four marriages, various pregnant waitresses and secretaries…he just needed someone to make him understand that she was damned important.


Now, I stroke Brinkers sweltering cock, grazing it gently with my French manicure, and kiss the tip, which makes his thighs quiver dangerously. Hes such a child! And he wants you to answer his chastity belt question, and tell me that I have to respect his “boundaries”


Boundaries? Is he serious? He wants to wear the belt now and then, and PRETEND to be in chastity? I dont think so.


I am indeed a kept kitten. Brinker does something complicated with the aerospace industry. Much of the time, Brinker is on the road, and he calls me his “acquisition”. Unless he goes someplace interesting, like Biarritz or Prague, I generally stay home where Im entertained by whatever I can catch in pants.


Brinker is about six feet tall, handsome, with silver hair. His lower jaw is like the size of an anvil or something. And yes, Brinker is my chastity slave. How else could we have it? Hes gone all the time, trotting the globe, and I cant have him picking up diseases in every port!


When hes at home, Brinker is locked in a steel tube, with tiny needles so he doesnt get too excited (its irritating) and when hes flying around, he wears a plastic tube, so as to not upset the security alarms.


Brinker could easily break off the plastic device, but if I found out, Id cut up rusty, as my  British father used to say. Brinker hates to have his dignity impugned, and being taken out in the back yard of his estate to be flogged while hes stark naked is no picnic. Most of our servants understand the arrangement, dont get me wrong.


Seeing the man of the house wandering disconsolately around nude except for the chastity tube, watching me thrash him in the sitting room with my trusty bath brush as he screams and kicks his legs would give even the stupidest menial an idea of how the land lays, or the lay of the land, or however you put it. Im not any brain trust myself, but Brinker showed me his cute little websites and BDSM magazines a loon time ago, and Im in the catbird seat, right?


“Why do you want to be so free?” I demand as my fingers tickle the bloated veins on his hard cock. “I bet youd like to fuck all those hosthose stewardesses, the barmaids…I know you. Filthy body, filthy mind. And youre always working out in hotel gyms, and I know youre such a goddamned charmer, Brinker.


He looks guilty. Actually, if he really wanted this, we could break it off. He has given me so many gifts, and I could go my own way…but hes fascinated by me, somehow. Who knows why? Im just a nice kid who used to be his copy aide…thats right, I was a Xerox girl. I cant type to save my life, and Brinker needed lots of that done.


And then one day I was in Brinkers office and saw his copy of “Pain Shack” magazine, and when he came in, I had his copies, with the magazine on top. I was just a kid then, and a little worried he might fire me. But his reaction was rather amusing.


American men always get all sweaty and apologetic OR officious and demanding when theyre caught doing something peculiar. Something the golfing buddies at the country club would look askance at. Why? I dont know. I was raised in Europe, where people are so much more relaxed about sex.


Brinker handled it much more maturely. I was truly surprised. “I know you mustve found this magazine, Jessamyn, and it may have disturbed you.” He said this so earnestly, as he brought me some Earl Grey tea on the couch. He has a big-ass office, and its got a freakin couch. The office is actually bigger than the studio apartment I was sharing with my sister before acquiring Brinker. How fair is that?


He gave me all this shit about progressive thinking, and asked me to be “discreet” about his interests here at the office, and told me what a sensitive feminist he was, all the time he was trying to get a look at my panties under my skirt, the son of a bitch. Men are like, confused cobrasthey want to strike, but just kind of wriggle.


So I, like looked at him semi passionately, and I said something like “Oh, Mister Baines (Thats his name, Brinker Caldwell Baines the Third). “Im so excited by your magazine, I want to give you a blowjob, and I hope you dont think Im too forward.”


Once the bastards dick was out, I grabbed a stone paperweight from his desk and mashed it on the coffee table, and Brink burst into tears. Then I slammed it again, and I picked up a sharp letter opener, running it up and down his shaft (for of course he was even more excited now, right?)


“Youre such a hypocrite, you make me ill.” I said to poor Brinker. I poked the letter opener into his balls a little bit, and then smiled evilly. “What people like you are like makes me sick…but maybe Ill let you off.”


Then I pulled my skirt up and my panties down, and let him fuck me, and after work, we went to his place and made love for about seventy-two hours straight. He called in sick for both of us. And then he called in sick for me permanently…I get my salary, like a disability check that comes to the house or something. But I dont have to go nowhere.


At first I let Brink fuck me a lot, and then I cut him downand THEN I noticed how much attention he gave to the chastity device pages, so I asked him about it, and he was very excited. Yeah, he wanted one bad. Till I locked it on him, then it became an “issue”.


Brinks one of those dudes, the Alpha types who like to be in charge. Tell everyone else what to do, get as much snatch as he can catch, all that kind of thing. Hes also a compulsive masturbator.


Dig itinstead of jerking off and dreaming of being put in chastity, you GET put in chastity, and like Aesop said, we would indeed be sorry if all our wishes were gratified, right?  Its a tough compromise for poor Brink, though.


I admit, hes tried hard to bring me around to his way of thinking. He believes there should be a systemI should let him cum once a week, maybe jerking off, and then once a month I should let him fuck me. And then hell “allow” me to have my dalliances.


I prefer the plan where he cums when I think he shouldwhich might not be very often. I enjoy keeping the guy on his toes, and he really is much more dedicated to me that way. Its wonderful having a brilliant, older , compassionate man devoted to me, and I think subconsciously, or perhaps not even that subconsciously, he likes being kept off balance.


But then I catch him…I see where hes been trying different keys in his chastity lock, and its so damned disappointing. One night last month I was so angryI felt so betrayed! The belt was tampered with, there were porn magazines under the bedand I was furious.


“Really, its all circumstantial” Brinker protested, but I would have none of it.


“Take your clothes off and lie on your back on the bedthats right, Im going to cuff your hands above your head, and were going to show your dick why “he” shouldnt tempt you like this.” I said grimly. I took a hickory switch off the dresserit had been in the bathtub all night, getting nice and wet, and I took a whack at his dick.


He moaned, gritting his teeth as the switch snapped on his glans. Brink moaned, and tried to pull away from his bonds, but he was quite securely locked down. I brought down the switch down again, in the middle of his shaft, and he howled in acute agony.


“I keep telling you, Brinker, its up to me to arrange your orgasms for you. You are a poor scheduler of that sort of thing.  Your deal is rockets and stuff. Not when you should be masturbating.” WHACK! SMACK! “I know that you are really aroused, especially by looking at yours truly, eh?”


I opened my robe slightly so Brink could see the swell of my cleavage. I licked my lips at him, and he stared at me with just the most intense desire. I knew if he opened his mouth he would probably proposition me, and that couldnt happen…bad boy!


I lifted the switch again. WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! Tears came coursing out of Brinkers eyes, and he began wriggling again on the bed, trying to get out of it. SNAP! The switch bounced off Brinks left nipple, and he screamed again.


“Honey bear, I love you so, but youre not a man. Youre just a subbie. I need guys to fuck me, fuck me HARD, and you just need to do what I tell you to.” I dropped the switch and climbed onto the bed, now stark naked. I rubbed my clitty across Brinks hard cock.


Baaack and fooorth, gliding it up and down. “You like having a taste of my pussy dont you, Brinker?” I lifted my hips and lowered my buttocks onto Brinks swelling cock, covering the head. “You didnt know I had such a wide asshole did you babe? Thats right, I let the boys ram it up there, too.”


Fresh tears sprung in Brinkers eyes. He knew that he would never, never get to do me there, and would have precious little more future experience in the initial hole, either. There would be a long restriction. I dropped onto his cock with my pussy hole, teasing the tip with my slit.


Brink began panting and gasping, hoping against hope that I might keep my pussy on his cock long enough to let him release. But I knew him too well. I slid up and down tantalizingly, four or five times, watching him gasp and moan, and then I jumped up again, pulling myself off the bed.


I took my bullwhip off the wall and I cracked it, letting the tip loop around his hard cock. Brinker screamed, and his cock wilted just a bit. Then I cracked the whip onto his balls, and he let out a bellow like a hog being slaughtered.


I have quite a bit of practice with the bullwhip, and cracked each of Brinks nipples, and then cracked him again on the chin. “Please, please…youre going to kill me, youll put an eye out.” But I wouldnt do that! I just wanted to lay some streaks on him…and they came!


The bullwhip hit his stomach, his legs, and his inner thighs, under his arms and on his elbows. I flipped him over, and covered his back, buttocks and upper thighs before I was through. I noted that Brinks nutsack was hanging out and gave that just a couple of licks as well.


Finally I untied him, and asked if he would be willing to put on the chastity belt again and try to stay honorable. Could that be a possibility, or would we have to do more bullwhip work?


Poor Brink, he was covered with red, bloody marks and then, for hygiene reasons, I threw a bottle of rubbing alcohol over him, and he was in slightly more pain…but you know, I cant risk him getting infection.


He just shook with terror, and then he nodded. He said sincerely. “I love you, Jess, honey, and I want, and need a chastity agreement, but I-I need more orgasms, and I cant take another punishment like this one.” Brink paused. “Can we find someonea disinterested party to decide this one?”


And thats of course why Ive gotten a letter out to you, Shoeblossom…youre the one who we want to tell usshould we use his plan or mine? I think its ridiculous that a slug gets any decision at all, but on the other hand, hes been very generous to me, and I love the guy. Do you have any ideas about this?


Thanks,


Jessamyn Hedley and Brinker Baines


Dear Jess:


I have little hands-on experience in the BDSM world. I originally started out running a hardware tips column, and then there was some sort of postal mishap and then I started getting these BDSM letters. If it werent for the $250 “reading fee” I charge, I wouldnt answer them at all, and of course I have little experience.


Thats why so many of my replies are um, somewhat bland. I think most of you people are insane. However, I have my duty to do, and so I asked others whove more experience than I. (But you still must pay me.)


Donna B. of Bangor, Maine says“My husband, Fabian, also objects to unlimited chastity time. He wants something to look forward to…thats understandable. So I let him know that one night during a two month periodI dont let him know whenhe will be allowed to orgasm, while I put his belt in the dishwasher. Im not naturally cruel, and I think its only decent.”


Ronald I. of Tomales Bay, California tells me “My wife and I have been practicing chastity and denial for twenty-two years, and for the past seventeen, Ive been allowed to jerk off on New Years Eve and the Fourth of July. I had more frequent orgasms previous to this, but Oleander became quite annoyed when I had similar demands that Brinker has, and said these would be my two definite orgasms. I regret it, but at least I know when they are.”


Anatole V. of Boylestown. Pennsylvania says I should offer you, Jessamyn, HIS number. Anatole is not as prosperous as your friend Brinker, but he owns a fairly respectable pizza parlor, and is dying for someone cute to control his orgasms. He says you can do whatever you want to him!


Brooke H. of  Easton, Maryland says that she believes that orgasms should be based on perfect behavior. Her boyfriend has to sign in when he comes home from workno nights out with the boysand he has lots of chores to do, that whole route. Theoretically, he is allowed to cum every two weeks, but he gets three days for every offense, and so he averages orgasm about every three to four months. She thinks Brinker is spoiled and self-indulgent…


Shaun B. of Baton Rouge, LA thinks that Brinker is spoiled as well. He is on a key holder plan with some woman in Eastern Europe, hes never met her (could it not be a woman?) and he must pay her one hundred dollars every time he gets the key…and he must mail it back within 24 hours, she checks the date. As Shaun makes about $400 a week at the 7-Eleven convenience store, his orgasms are rare and “much appreciated” Thanks, Shaun!


Squirmy and Tallulah C. of  Charlottesville, Virginia are both in chastity, and are enslaved, apparently by their cleaning woman, who unlocks them once a month after they completely scrub their house spotless and then pay her. The cleaning lady, Juana R. loves her work, and says America is everything they ever told her back home.


Foster D. of (address deleted by request) tells me that he is in chastity for two months at a time, and generally is allowed to masturbate into a glass of Ovaltine and drink it  by his grandmother before being re-locked if his grades are good…but since Granny had her stroke, she cant remember where the key is, so stuffs been confusing…he is hoping the key is in the garage somewhere, and wishes Brinker luck.


Lady Henriade, of midtown Manhattan believes that orgasms, like allowances for lazy children, do little for the receiver…she is reluctant, but she will allow occasional orgasms for the eleven slaves that reside in her house in exchange for heavy tips, and of course while theyre jerking their willies, she is whipping them with canes and sticks and whatever. She says it takes the power out of the release…and then she wrote something to me about “ruined orgasms” but I have decided not to put that down here.


So I dont know what to tell you kids. Brinker sounds like a nervous wreck, thoughI think you have a nice little moneymaking thing going on there, and if you can fuck half the East Coast while hes on trips, you might let him self-abuse once a week or so. But Im not an expert. They just seem to think I am here!


Best, Shoeblossom


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