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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... anything that spills.” Shaking my head, I refused. This wasn’t anything close to my idea of fun and I wasn’t going to do it. I thought the idea was absolutely disgusting. I lay on the tile floor with my head down. I wasn’t being submissive—she couldn’t piss into my mouth in this position. Then she shocked me. The pain in my balls was unbelievable. It was like being kicked or hit there by a baseball. I fell to the floor in agony. Worse, my first reaction was to extend my legs nearly ripping my balls from my body. I screamed in anguish. “I told you I’d hurt you if necessary. I don’t want to, but I will if you fail to obey. Now move your mouth to my pussy.” I was in a world of pain, but still I refused. She shocked me again and at a higher level. I fell again to the floor screaming. “Let me correct myself,” I groaned once I had regained my breath. “I won’t hate you by week’s end—I hate you now. I hope you realize that doing this is illegal. It’s assault at a minimum and probably even sexual assault. You’ll be branded as a sex offender for the rest of your life.” “First of all, you’d never press charges against me so don’t even think of threatening me. I’ll really shock you if you ever say something like that again. Either get up here and take it like a man or I’ll get serious. You’ve only been shocked at level two. Want to try level four or five?” I knew when I was beaten. I staggered up to my hands and knees and sealed my mouth around her cunt. “I’m being easy on you this ...

... time. I went when I got up so there’ll only be a little and the rate should be slow, too.” I wasn’t at all reassured, but I had no choice. I opened my mouth and cringed as I waited. I hated the taste--God, it was awful-- but she was right. There wasn’t much and it came slowly. Finally, it was done. I had hated it almost as much as I now hated her and I wasn’t looking forward to the next episode. She patted my head like I was some kind of dog and led me into our bedroom. Well, it was “our” bedroom and “our” bed this morning. Who knew what it would be tonight? I remained stationary outside her closet while she retrieved something. Oh great—it was a dog collar that she fastened tightly around my neck, even locking it in place so I couldn’t remove it. She attached a leash and led me around the house, even taking me outside where I was told to do my business. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I already went. That damned thing made me sit like a woman.” She zapped again, but this time it was only a reminder. “You know how I hate profanity and it’s disrespectful, too. You need to call me ‘Mistress’ whenever you speak which I’m sure you know from your reading should be infrequently. In fact, keep quiet unless I ask you a direct question.” She fingered the remote as she asked if I understood. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “See, you’re learning already.” She beamed with pride at her obvious dominance. I remained silent, but inside I was fuming. I wasn’t kidding about hating her. Any love I’d had ...