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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... captive with her hands locked around the frame of the coffee table. It was heavy and there was no way she could move it to escape. Using a razor knife from my workbench I quickly cut Ronny’s clothes from his body. He was just coming around when I tied a knot in a strip from his pant leg to gag him and shocked him to consciousness with a sharp blow from the paddle. Now that I had his attention I moved to phase two--pulling his ball sac much harder than was necessary between his legs and locking the humbler around it. I have a big drawer out in the garage just loaded with all kinds of batteries. I had replaced the nine-volt that was almost expended with a brand spanking new one. The lock from the outside basement door sealed his fate. As much fear as I had seen in Sheila’s eyes earlier, Ronny’s held so much more. He knew the potential of the humbler. “Well, well…shall we try it on level four? No? Okay, level five it is.” I made a production of adjusting the remote before pressing the button. It hit him so hard he arched his back in spite of his tight bondage. He had barely recovered when I pressed the button again. The next time it was on level six. Slowly over the next two hours I moved all the way up to level ten. He pulled against the ottoman’s legs. I could smell flesh burning after I hit him at ten a second time. I stopped for a while; he had passed out. I moved over to Sheila and knelt beside her. “Fun, isn’t it? Care to try? I bet I can get one of your tits locked in ...

... there. There’ll still be plenty of time to play with Ronny after he wakes up.” She shook her head frantically as I continued, “It would have been so much better if you had just asked for a divorce, wouldn’t it? I’m just getting started with Ronny. Don’t forget, I have all week thanks to you. He’ll be long gone before the weekend, though.” I moved back to Ronny; he was still out cold so I put some ice cubes into a plastic bag, placing it on the back of his neck. He reacted quickly. “Okay, Ronny I think we can take a break from the humbler, but don’t think I’m anywhere close to done with you.” I removed the humbler, but brought out the paddle. I hit his skinny butt nonstop for more than twenty minutes. He was a blubbering fool by the time I had finished. “Okay, Sheila I’m going to give you something special now.” I removed her from the coffee table, turning her so she lay over the top. She was in this position when I tied each of her wrists to the legs. “What’s the one form of sex that most men want, but few actually get, Sheila? What have you absolutely refused me?” Her eyes became as big as saucers as the realization hit her. “Normally I’d take great care not to hurt you, but now I just don’t give a shit. What’s the worst you could do—divorce me? That’s going to happen anyway, but on my terms, not yours. Did you know that a husband legally cannot rape his wife in this state? I stripped, stroked my cock to hardness—it didn’t take much—and pushed, as forcefully as my aching back ...