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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... physically unable to raise my torso above horizontal. I tried to sit, but I couldn’t because of the pain. Drinking from the bottle was almost impossible while on my hands and knees. I barely got a third of the water and realized that was exactly what Sheila had in mind when she began laughing at my plight again. She took the water from me and told me to crawl to the corner and to keep my nose into the seam. That was harder than I had thought; I had to keep my head up. She gave me “reminders” twice when my head dropped and the third time she zapped me good. I wondered where she was getting these ideas from. Truthfully, Sheila isn’t all that bright. I was counting on that—counting that she’d fuck up and I’d be able to get free. She finally released me from position just before dinner. I was sure she would have preferred that I do the cooking and cleaning, but that was one of the problems of having me on my hands and knees. I was surprised when she cooked only a single strip steak. Then she poured some dry dog food into a bowl. “Since you don’t like drinking my piss from my cunt let’s see if you like it any better on your food. Trust me it’s the only thing you’ll get to eat until you’ve finished it. I don’t care if you do it now or tomorrow morning or even Wednesday, but you are going to eat it.” I wasn’t eager for dog food, especially with piss on it, but I knew I’d need my strength if I was ever going to escape her clutches. I moved forward to eat as soon as she finished ...

... pissing. It was just as bad as I had expected, but I was very hungry. After dinner Sheila took me out back where she hosed me down then cuffed me again behind my back and tied my leash to the heavy patio table. “I’ll let you back in once you’re dry,” she told me, leaving me wet and cold in the chilly evening air. She returned almost an hour later dressed in sexier lingerie than she ever wore for me. I thought now that I knew why this was happening—she was having an affair and this was how she could justify it. My thoughts were confirmed when she led me back to the bedroom, knee walking me all the way, my aching back hunched forward for both balance and to protect my aching balls. My knees were throbbing; I wasn’t used to being on them for an hour let alone all day. She tied my leash to the bedpost and my wrists tightly to the heavy dresser behind me. I was stuck in position. I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction. I supposed it could have been worse—she could have tied off my balls. God knows I’d read plenty of stories where that was done. I wasn’t at all surprised when the doorbell rang. She walked back in to the bedroom beaming as though she had just won an Academy Award. “Here he is, Ronny. I’ve had such fun with him all day. He’s been a bit temperamental, but it’s only his first day after all. Oh, hold on a minute, I want to gag my slave so he doesn’t interrupt us.” She produced the ball gag once again and I thought it was the lesser evil to just accept it. I ...