My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... I continued the paddling after reinserting the gag. This time I paddled her quickly so I could get out to the garage and saw this monstrosity from my body. I found an old plastic milk crate and, standing on it, I could just get the padlock into my vise. From there it was only a matter of a few minutes work with my hacksaw before the lock’s shackle separated. I twisted it off the hasps and, with a sigh of relief, pulled that fucking thing from my body. My scrotum was bruised and burnt and tender from the shocks; my balls were black and blue and sore from the torture. I returned to the house, walked into the bathroom, and rubbed some medicated body lotion into my sensitive skin. I took three ibuprofen tablets then I dressed for the first time since Friday night. I returned to the living room clad in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I also wore the softest pair of underwear I could find. “I’m going to stash you in the basement, but first I’ll make a deal with you. Either you write a note for me or I give you another twenty.” I already knew what she would do—another twenty would destroy her, although that wouldn’t be so bad either. I brought out a clipboard with a sheet of paper and a pen before releasing her right hand. She wrote what I recited and then I handcuffed her behind her back, allowing her to use the toilet before moving her to the basement. I removed her left-hand cuff and reattached it around one of the steel supports that held up the central beam of the house. She ...

... was going nowhere and her pleading eyes would get her no sympathy from me—not after her treatment of me over the past three and a half days. I relaxed with a cold beer before making dinner—steak and baked potato. I gave Sheila the dog bowl full of yummy nutritious dog food and another almost full of water. I didn’t piss on it although I was tempted. I wasn’t going to stoop to her level—not until my other guest arrived. After dinner I taped the note—Ronny darling, the door is open. Come in. I have a big surprise for you. Love, Sheila. I retired to the garage where I could see his car drive up the driveway. Then I’d give him the same treatment I’d given my wife, plus a whole lot more. He arrived just after eight, exactly as expected while I hurried to the front door even as he exited his car, an expensive Lincoln SUV. I hid behind the door--ours is solid oak with just a small horizontal window almost six feet from the base. I heard him approach then pause as he read the note. He chuckled, I assumed in anticipation of a fun evening at my expense. He opened the door, took but two short steps and dropped like a rock as my homemade sap contacted his temple. I dragged his limp body to the ottoman. He was securely tied to the legs less than two minutes later. Down to the basement I went to retrieve my slut whore wife, thinking it would so much more fun to torture dear sweet Ronny while she watched. After all, he had watched while she tortured me. I sat Sheila just in front of my new ...