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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... for her had vanished over the last hour. She walked me all around the back yard, even telling me to “heel” like I was her dog. I struggled to keep up with her—the humbler restricted the length of my “doggie” stride. Once she was inside she learned the problems of having me in a humbler all the time. I couldn’t do anything while I was kneeling and if she removed the humbler I’d rebel for sure. I sat quietly in the kitchen while she made the lunch. She nuked some canned ravioli for me and dumped it into a dog’s dish. I ate like a dog, making a mess of my face and the floor. I raised my hand like a schoolchild once I was done. “Yes, slave…you may speak.” “May I please have something to clean my face and the floor…Mistress?” “Oh, you’re progressing so nicely, aren’t you?” I had the answer to that and it definitely wasn’t yes. I had no choice but to play along and wait for my chance to get her. That would happen, but I had no idea when. She handed me a few moistened paper towels and I cleaned my mess, placing the spent towels in the trash once everything was clean. After lunch she led me back into the living room where she forced me over the ottoman, securing my wrists and knees to the legs. I was totally immobilized. “Now it’s time for your afternoon beating. I’m going to gag you this time although later I think I’d love to hear your pleading and screaming. You’ll know who the boss is after this, but first….” She removed the humbler and massaged my balls. “You’d better be good if ...

... you want to keep these. It would be so convenient to castrate you, especially since you’re unlikely to use your cock in my service. I’m sure you know that Mistresses never fuck their slaves.” Now I was really worried where this was going. I knew she’d have to release me next weekend so I could go to work. Sheila also worked, but for her church which paid peanuts, while I was a very successful account executive earning well over $175,000 a year. If I had to I’d wait until then to get my revenge. In the meantime I’d play a role and do whatever was necessary to get by and survive. I was praying she’d make a mistake, but so far I was stuck. She held up a ball gag. I opened my mouth apparently obediently and she strapped it tightly around my head. It was probably a good thing that she had gagged me. She hit my ass with something that hurt me terribly. It was a thick wooden paddle about two feet long and six inches wide with holes drilled into it—maybe twenty or more from my brief glance. Again and again she beat me. It went on for more than a half hour from what I could see of the living room clock. I thought she must have struck me two hundred times at least. I could barely breathe when she was done. I only knew that I was in terrible pain and I was bawling—had been almost since the beating had begun. “You are such a baby, slave. Your ass is bleeding all over my carpet. I just love your agony. My pussy is so wet. I can’t wait until tonight. Wait until you see what I have planned ...