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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... subhuman slave, a role I’d have to play for now. Sheila rocked on Ronny’s cock; he rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. They became separated several times due to the small size of his organ and his inability to sustain his erection. This time Sheila did manage to cum only, I thought, because of his inability to orgasm again. Frankly, I thought their mating was just pitiful. Once again Sheila came to me to be cleaned; once again I refused and she shocked me—twice—at a high level before I relented. My balls ached, but I’d made her shock me seven times today along with four “reminders.” I couldn’t see the batteries lasting much longer. Skin is a natural insulator, conducting electricity only when wet and, even then, there was a lot of resistance, more than people realized. As I thought about the humbler I understood that this was probably made for short-term use, but I doubted that Sheila would realize that. Ronny left once I had licked Sheila clean a second time. It wasn’t late by normal standards, but I had been on hands and knees the entire day. I was exhausted. Sensing this Sheila moved me to the foot of the bed where she placed me on my side, checked my handcuffs and connected them to the bed frame by a short chain. “You haven’t earned a blanket or a pillow, slave. You’ll need to do a lot better tomorrow and in the future to earn either one. If you continue to defy me I’ll place you in the basement where it’s cold and damp. Let’s see how you enjoy that.” ...

... Personally, I thought that was a great idea; I could have hours away from her and maybe—just maybe—I could figure out a way to get out of this damned thing. I fell asleep quickly despite my uncomfortable bondage. CHAPTER 2 The following two days were more of the same except that she added clothespins to my nipples, keeping them on for an hour or more in the morning and again after my “delicious” doggie lunch. Again I refused to accept her urine, making her shock me three times each day and at a higher level than on Saturday, my first day as a “slave.” She didn’t beat my ass on Sunday or Monday, but she did strike my back and thighs a hundred times each day, first with a riding crop and the next day with a bamboo cane. My entire body was bruised and I could barely move when she was done. I was thankful I was on the ottoman. That probably saved me from even worse injuries to the front of my body. At each meal I was forced to eat dry dog food usually covered and drenched with her urine. The food, not intended for human consumption, gave me horrible diarrhea on top of my other injuries. I ate for one reason only—to maintain my strength. I realized then that I’d probably be completely broken if I had to endure much more of this. No man could long survive this kind of treatment. Ronny came each evening to make love to my ex-wife, repeating their activities of the first liaison. Both days he insisted on videoing the night’s festivities, positioning the camera so I could be clearly seen bound ...