Dear Shoeblossom:
My name's Noelle. I was just reading "LETTER FROM BOSTON"...That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction...and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him...and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back!
Truth be told, I was only on the Candy Striper volunteer bit because I had to do three hundred hours of volunteer work as punishment for selling crack jumbo red-top vials in my early 20s.. Shortly after I broke off with that idiot Franz, I stole his car (didn't tell you that part did he) and drove to Illinois, first to waitress in Skokie, and then moving to Chicago...
My first chastity slave when I got to Chicago was a Certified Financial Planner called Voltaggio DePinero. He was a strange fellow, and needed a lot of strictness, apparently. I put him in a glass chastity tube that didn't allow him to masturbate or even urinate...and he had to buzz me with a beeper when it was time to go to the bathroom.
I was very entertained by Voltaggio, because I was working as a hot dog stand attendant in front of his big-ass office, and he'd buzz and buzz, and I'd take my time putting mustard and chili on various wieners, and then I'd lock up and slowly walk up to his office, taking the stairs as I gotta keep my ass small with exercise. When I'd see Voltaggio, he'd be jumping up and down in his office, and sometimes he'd be peeing out the side of the glass tube, ruining his expensive Armani pants.
"You sure you need to pee, sucker?" I'd say, as I stood in front of him in my little hot dog apron, which covered my meager bikini top and short shorts. I'd make poor Voltaggio drop to his friggin' knees, begging for the key, so he could run into his private john and pee...and there was almost always an accident.
Then I'd lock his hands behind his back, take off his pants and shorts and toy with his dick for forty-five minutes or so, until he was ready to let me wheedle a tip out of him...and then of course I'd lock him back up again, and go back to the hot dog stand. He begged me to give up selling hot dogs, but it was such a great way to get a tan, you know?
I eventually split from the Italian and found a sub hubbie...and life has gotten even better! I turned poor Voltie over to Caligula Simms, who owned my hot dog truck, and his sexy Negro daughters, Calcutta, Caledonia and Chinchilla...and now Chinchilla is Mrs. DePinero, and they all live with the poor bastard, keeping him in line!
And I married Elgin Pincus, a sweet and pliant attorney. My roommate had gotten in trouble over a bankruptcy thing, and Elgin handled it free of charge. and I, who of course sold my ass now and then, waved my boobs at him and said I'd make it up to him with a blowjob or something...and Elgin instead stripped naked and took a coiled cat o' nine tails out of his briefcase and handed it to me! It's been progressing from there...
My husband Elgin is a big fan of your Letters—he is also a pitiful chastity faggot! Well, not really a natural fag. He has no interest in men, but he has been trained towards servicing them for some time.
Suspending Elgin's wrists from the ceiling of our garage on a Saturday night, I shake my breasts in his face...it's depressing for him, because of course I'm not going to let him kiss them—that's for boyfriends. I found a discarded fan belt last year that I like to use on his stomach and his buttocks as he sways about, lifting his legs up to protect his balls.
"What's wrong, faggot" I ask with a full lipped smile, "Are you afraid I'm going to cut off your nut sack...or just slap it around?" If Elgin forgets himself for a minute, I step right in and kick him viciously in the scrotum, and he howls with grief. Sound like a screeching girl sometimes, it's kind of sad. I often rub a bit of Icy Hot on his penis and balls too, just to see what his reaction will be.
What else is fun is to tie a bit of clothesline around his cock and balls, and step back and pull him towards me, as he is swinging from the ceiling...I pull him closer with my right hand and bring the fan belt down hard on his penis and nuts with my left, and of course there's more screaming and misery. I like to crack, scramble and sunny-side up his eggs before I'm done!
But Elgin is a hard core submissive, and his dick keeps swelling to erection. He really does get off when I mistreat him. Usually after about an hour or so in the garage, I let him limp back in the house, and then he tenderly goes down on me as I lie back and scream with animal pleasure.
Sometimes, after that, I let Elgin jerk off on a pair of my Capezios, or let him rub his nuts and penis against the wall and have a squirt that way. I'm not always cruel!
Elgin certainly is a loving husband, and understanding in a thousand ways. He's a little older than I am, and not interested in going out partying and nightclubbing, which of course has been a huge part of my life since about seventh grade. When I'm out in my little shiny slut outfits, flirting with college boys, Elgin is usually at home, locked in chastity of course, usually reading Greek History or working on one of his jigsaw puzzles.
When I come in a night, he looks at me longingly, and I let him undress me and give me a full body massage...he loves to run his hands over my curves! And then he worships my labia like it's going out of style, if you know what I mean!
Poor Elgin's cock is very crushed in his chastity device, and I am amazed, continually that he doesn't complain at all. When I give him permission to cover my full breasts with kisses and to lick my stomach and then worship my sexy inner thighs, I can tell he's in a bit of pain. After all, he hasn't cum in some time, and his poor penis is helplessly getting over swollen with extensive back loads of cum!
Now and then when I come home from the clubs, I'm in a bad mood. Some guy may have rejected me, or behaved like a jerk. I obviously need to vent, and then again Elgin is incredibly patient and understanding.
Elgin sets out the implements in the bedroom, strips off his nerdy sweater-vest and the rest of his ugly clothes...and lays down on the bed quite patiently, waiting as I put on the tweezer nipple clamps, lock his hands behind his back and his ankles together, and push a pillow under his crotch to make his buttocks an enticing target!
One favorite of mine is the birch. A birch is a bundle of thick thorny twigs and cracks with real pleasure as I lash it across Elgin's narrow ass...It's given me real arm swinging!
Then I have what's called a Liquid Cane...it's eighteen inches of solid neoprene rubber, and long and sharp looking...I love it "This...asshole...at the Enclave club grabbed my tits and told me I was meat!" I screamed one night as I lashed the Liquid Cane against poor Elgin's butt, and then I spun El over, and unlocked his dick and whipped that too, as a representative of evil men everywhere!
I have a cute thing called a Cowpoke, bound leather with about fifty tails coming out of it. It's shorter than a whip, but has made Elgin scream so loudly that he almost fell off the bed, trying, while bound to inch away from the stinging lashes!
And then I have a seven foot bullwhip, and a twisted cane driving whip which is made from four splits of cane, and then covered with quite painful and effective nickel plated mounts....After I've worked Elgin over with these, I turn his weeping little body over and I'm feeling more generous.
