Letter From Hobson Bend

See how Jeremiah takes my heel in his mouth, bends down and puts it carefully on the floor, you clumsy oaf!"

My eyes filled with tears, as my head rang from the smack. I'm such a fuck-up!

But then Trixie's eyes became forgiving and she leaned back and put a fishnetted foot on each of our crotches and began rubbing casually.

Trixie was reading from her "Collected Letters to Shoeblossom"..."Letter from the Corn Belt" by Mistress Eustacia, and laughing...

But she kept rubbing our wee- wees!

Oh...my cock was now, after having been cruelly in a bow for hours, standing straight up and feeling the scratchy little up and down from the fishnet stockings.

This felt wonderful to me, and evidently also to Jeremiah.

"Let's see if you boys can take a little pain with your pleasure"

What?

Trixie reached into her handbag.

"I just went to the hardware store."

What did that mean, was she going to use an electric drill on us?

But Beatrix pulled out two huge rat traps, the ones with the evil springs.

Jeremiah's eyes got wide as Trix leaned over to him.

Trixie quickly snapped on each of Jeremiah's nipples as he tried to back away while still on his knees.

He fell over, of course because his balance was altered, and Trixie swiftly picked up one of her spike heels and jabbed it into his side until Jeremiah had found his way up again and was in position in front of her once more.

And yes, he was still quite excited.

But Jeremiah began weeping softly. I couldn't blame him.

I thought that this would be spared me, the rat traps since I had the clothespins on my tits earlier, but no, Trix pulled two more traps out of her purse.

"Now you've been trained to keep your hands behind your neck, Lionel, and I depend on you not to let go, even if it's extremely painful."

Trixie gave me a big grin.

"Lace those fingers together. The pain will be a bit much!"

"Please Trix. I--my nipples are already in sad shape from having clothespins on them all night."

"Do you want a chance at cumming today, Lionel, or not?"

I bit my lip until it bled, enduring the rat traps on my nipples.

The biting was a phenomenal experience...

Then, a moment later, listening to the two of us moaning, Trixie must've gotten irritated.

She hates whiners!

So Trixie grabbed her homemade riding crop, the straightened coat hanger.

Trix whacked Jeremiah's traps off, and he fell over once again in acute pain, and Trix had to drag him back to his kneeling position by his earlobe...

And then I knew I had to show Jeremiah up, and not move at all, even though I was not cuffed.

Trixie grinned as she whacked the first trap on my left nipple. It held on and she had to whack it two or three times, I felt somewhat faint...

The intense pinching pain was making me nearly pass out, truly.

Then Trix hit the second nipple-trap and mercifully it came off as I screamed and bellowed, but I didn't move m y hands from behind my head.

I had hoped Trix would commend me for my tolerance, but she is not a wife who hands out compliments.

Trixie went back to playing her gorgeous feet against our splayed erections.

"Yes, guys, I had such a good time with Alan last night.

Yes, he fucked me in all my holes." Trix said happily.

The soft foot slowed a bit and then Beatrix's toes tickled the tip of my cock, and I moaned loudly.

Trixie rubbed her foot just a little faster on my tumescent organ and I groaned...

And I began pushing my cum swollen penis even more against her soft little white foot.

The enforced friction must have annoyed Trixie.

My wife then took her foot quickly away, and Trix took up her trusty cut coat hanger and whacked my penis, hard.

The sting was like a bolt of lightning, and I had to fight inwardly to keep from removing my hands from my head and grabbing my poor dick.

I looked over, weeping and the smirking Jeremiah was giving me quite the superior look.

And of course now Trixie had both feet rubbing his lucky wiener.

"I don't like over-eager little fags" Trixie explained to me, coldly.

"I just may lock you back up again for sixty days."

"Please, Mistress." I sobbed, more for the idea that I might be further locked than that my penis had been savaged by the coat hanger.

How had all this happened? I'd grown up spoiled by my parents, teachers, coaches and lots of women...I'd been a Golden Boy until I was nearly thirty, and had fallen under Trixie's spell...and now look at me!

I must con her into letting me cum!

"I'll just kneel quietly and let you rub your feet on my penis. I promise not to rub back."

Trix laughed. "I think you need something to remind you that you aren't a big stud, Lionel.

I think you need a little more punishment. Lessons for Lionel. Yes!"

That was how I ended up sucking Jeremiah's dick until he shot a huge load of backed up semen down my throat.

Trixie then locked me back up, what a betrayal, and sobbing, I went to my room

I learned later that Jeremiah had been sent to stay with Doremus.

Doremus, despite being a tranny whore, owned some buildings in need of a property manager.

Jeremiah's accounting ability and his janitorial and repair skills really helped Doremus, who returned the favor with consistent domination and discipline.

After Jeremiah left, Trixie came into my room, and sat on my face, and I tried to forget my tears and chastity, and brought her to several more orgasms as she screamed with delight.

Afterwards, we had a talk.

"I broke up with Alan last night, Lionel" Trixie told me.

"He's getting too demanding, and I just don't think I can deal with that anymore. Sometimes I think we should normalize our relationship, you and me...

You'd get all the orgasms you wanted, and I'd give you unlimited blowjobs..."

As tempting as that was, and as desperate as I was for an orgasm right now, I knew that in the thick of it, I was a hard-core submissive, and I told Trixie so.

"Even though last night, being locked up and connected to the floor was horrible, my penis was never harder, Miss Trixie." I tried to smile. I knew I was giving away the store.

Trixie smiled contemptously.

"Yeah, I get that about you. You need to jerk off in the corner of the dungeon while I laugh in your face, right? God, thats so sad."

I blushed as she snickered.

"I'll probably meet a new guy who I can get to move in and help dominate you than, honey."

"N-no, I love having you to myself, Trix."

"Yeah, but I don't have time to do all the rigamarole. If I can get a guy to put you through your paces, I'll have more time for the stuff that matters...

Yoga, that sort of thing."

"B-but what about a girl?" I asked, really starting to worry.

"I know you'd be thrilled with a female dominant, Lionel, but I'd just get jealous, and I don't want you to have too good a time. I want you to beg for time alone with me, and to really value it."

Trix smiled, thinking about it, and I had to agree with her.

Now and then, Trixie would go out of town and leave me to be whipped and fucked by Male Masters, and I was so thrilled with my curvy little wife when she returned!

I'd kiss her all over if she left me, trying to get the taste of cock out of my mouth, and my brain.

Honestly, if I was forced to serve Mistress Doremus all the time, a black transvestite, I'd shoot myself. Poor Jeremiah!

"And that's why I am going to keep you in chastity for a while longer...this time."

And I understood a little bit about that too...

Shoeblossom, I have now been in chastity without release since November 23 of 2015...and it's early March of '16 now...

Trixie has promised me that she will let me beat off, just once, as soon as she finds a man to help her control me.

Cocksucking lessons and all that, right?

I'm not in great shape here...but I am the best submissive I can be!

Best,

Lionel Lithgow

Dear Lionel--

It sounds like you're really working on impressing your Mistress that you can make her proud.

I still am amazed that you could turn down just being a normal husband again, for a little while. Allard B. from "Letter from Norwich, Connecticut" says that he is a naked and tortured sub six days a week, but on Sundays his wife lets him wear clothes and watch TV, and fuck her like a man.

That sounds like a fairer compromise to me...but then again, I'm not a submissive. I started this as a garden and flower advice group, and I have no idea why I get these weird letters!

Best,

Shoeblossom