Voice From The Shadows by Wendynthemists – Non-Fiction

Voice From The Shadows

“Groped like a fuck puppet for the sake of unbridled lust. She revels in being used thus. She will serve cock this night. Again and again. Satan smiles.”

A single word quote from Dickens’ “Oliver Twist,” joined by a quote from a post by a past “mentor” compliments the photos which focus on a young wife who has come into the fellowship of the Dark Lord and is going on her own way after only four  years of marriage during which time she has learned there is more to life that being a wife, mom and working occasionally or volunteering just to get out of the house.

Surprisingly, she and her husband decided to marry  and have children immediately, their reason being they wanted to enjoy rearing them while still young. This was made possible  because of loving parents and grandparents who were there to help. No,  they are not “good Catholics” nor do they want a large family.  Three or four is the number she has shared they have discussed.

But husband is at that place in his career where he must “put in the time” to accomplish those milestones that insure his success. He is focused on his work, something our wife realizes must be done. She is supportive of him and his career goals.

She is what many would call a “good wife,” doing all the right things, wearing all the right clothes, joining all the right groups, being active in a local church (ours), volunteering at the children’s school, learning the social skills and “graces” that help her husband get ahead in the world — All of the expected behaviors everyone expects of wives today.

Even though she works part time or occasionally, her true focus is on home and husband. With parents and grandparents nearby as well as siblings and other family,  she is fortunate to have a “family” in the event of issues arising like the pandemic.

What happened even before the pandemic is our wife suddenly (her word) asked herself the simple question, “What about me?” What was she getting out of her giving herself as she was? Like Dickens’ Oliver Twist, she wanted, “More.”

For whatever reason, she shared with me,  she was looking beyond sex,   she wasn’t doing without but the frequency was decreasing because hubby was understandably busy and she had her vibrator. Oh, it was possible to screw around but, like most smart women, she wasn’t going to risk her reputation and her family by engaging in the occasion tryst.

She knew more than enough women who were into “affairs” and who became emotionally involved with other men and how it affected their lives. She didn’t need to be on that “list” of women who ended up as gossip figures because women do talk about other women who have a guy “on the side”.  Her “girlfriends” were like a sieve, she shared, what they heard they shared with others “in confidence.” So sharing a secret would be like publishing it on social media. What happened with our wife was a sort of progression of events.

Women are interested in relationships and sex and the sensual are certainly involved when you’re talking about personal relationships. We women talk. And we do listen. We know about sex because we’re wives. Wives fuck.  When we get together to chat, no matter the venue we talk about personal relationships.

Sex is always “around the edges” or implied or inferred all the time. We talk sex. Maybe not boldly at times but we do.  And we love the wickedness of it all. We watch chick flicks (sex around the edges and sex is the focus), read romance novels (most of which are porn lite and other straight porn without the photos), masturbation is part of who we are and with the laptop, we do watch porn more than many would believe. She became truly, what some would say, addicted because she had time on her hands. Masturbation was a constant because of the porn.

Hubby was aware of the “porn’ and had no problem. It became part of their intimate life to a point. But he wasn’t aware of the extent of her porn addiction and didn’t see it as that … She, not directly, shared her wanting “more.”

But it wasn’t more sex (something all women talked about and many women she know were getting from others for any number of reasons. Cutting to the chase, our wife Tay was looking for something she couldn’t grasp. Then it happened,

Sitting in church alone (hubby deployed with National Guard) and listening to a sermon about sin and forgiveness, something that was said struck a nerve and she found herself asking the age old question — Why is everything I do or think a sin? She put it this way, “In my heart of hearts, I gave up on God. Not God but the Christian (my spelling) God because I sinned all the time no matter what I thought or read or did. I didn’t like that. I didn’t want that. And I wasn’t going to have that. God couldn’t be that way … So what was the answer.

She decided to talk to me. It was one of those “touch and go” situations where you’re a pastor’s wife and you just can’t say, “What you need to do is make a life for yourself  “on the side” and start fucking other guys?”

It was more of “don’t worry about God, he understands” at first and then I brought a couple in our church who are part of our satanic circle and they and me spent time talking and I left it to the couple to help and they did. They told her she needed to focus on herself for a while and do the things she missed.

It wasn’t hard to get into the sex issue. Neglected wives fuck. That was a given, she was told. I told her in one of our breaks that  she needed to discover or find herself,  fulfill herself and it didn’t take long for her to want to do just that. So Tay slowly soon started her journey of self discovery and after that came to realize she she was traveling on the left hand path.

What surprised her was that she discovered she didn’t have to give up her family and her goals and her husband to do so. She was able to engage in what she wanted without guilt and anxiety because she was simply responding to her own thoughts and desires … and if she wanted to make them real, prudence and discretion were part of her working toward doing just that.

She discovered that she could fuck if she wished and discover what she read about in books, saw on porn and television when it came to sex without the emotional involvement. She did and saw all of it as finding her real self because in the “mix” she discovered the Dark Lord.

The pandemic disrupted their lives as it did everyone’s. Two things happened. Her husband was even busier. Working at home and away because he was essential  she was still by herself a lot and she deepened her relationship with the Dark Lord and her porn consumption increased.

She started screwing and enjoyed it. She got pregnant as several women in our church did) and because she was now “screwing on the side” and she and her husband’s families were “big on the family tree” (her words) she had an abortion.

What surprised her (and there were many on her journey) was she wasn’t worried and felt no guilt because  she wasn’t sure about  paternity. That made it all “so wicked” but she found herself smiling rather than sad. What happened was, she admitted, she went “wild.”

Not wild in the sense of becoming an open slut, more like she let her mind run free and if she wanted to stray she felt she could as long as she was prudent and discreet.

So she screwed within the circle of devotees to the Dark Lord for you see she had been accepted by us because what she had decided to seriously seek and follow the Dark Lord.

What impacted her lifestyle change was her husband became addicted to his work and even during the pandemic, his mind was elsewhere, often out of necessity. He felt he had to have success in order to be secure and support the family. Our wive supported that for her own selfish reasons … she could indulge in her own “world” without fear because hubby was busy  “doing right by the family”.

Screwing and sex became important to her. Porn influenced her more and more. She slowly sought “more” and her photos here are part of her new “more”. She now screws at home in her marital bed which she says is an altar to the Dark Lord.

She enjoys flirting and dresses somewhat more provocatively and her swimwear skimpier, her cutoffs, well, cut off to show off. Tank and tight tops are the norm. She still dresses like a wife and mom but she is more seductive at times.

I can go on but I won’t.

Why? She sees my Tumblr as a place where she can be both anonymous and wicked. What if someone sees? There is so much porn out there that anyone can look like anyone she has realized. But those she knows don’t know she plays.

More than that,  they wouldn’t be interested in the Dark Lord or satanism so for her any “risk” is minimal and her pleasing the Dark Lord is what is important. We women will pose for private photos. We do it all the time and it has become prevalent since the time of the Polaroid.

This is Tay’s second, more open appearance on my Tumblr. How long she is “revealed” here, I don’t know. What one needs to see is Tay’s journey is more than taking cock and enjoying frequent fuckings and other sexual adventures. She is finding fulfillment beyond hubby and home. She is her own woman.

She read this article and the quote from a follower I placed at the beginning. When she saw the words “fuck puppet,” she smiled and gave me a deep kiss. It didn’t stop there. Ave Dominum Tenebris.