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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4

... and gagged, the crippling humbler in full view, beyond the bed, the horrid colors on my back and thighs vivid in the camera. They played the video back afterwards then fucked again while I was forced to watch both the live version and the recording. Sheila told me I’d be watching the DVD’s often to reinforce my “submissive behavior.” I refused to clean her, forcing her to shock me another three times before I relented. She shocked me eleven times on Sunday and twelve on Monday. The shocks were severe, but I was sure they couldn’t continue like this much longer. Then on Tuesday Sheila finally made a mistake. We needed food so she had to go to the supermarket. She left me securely fastened in the bedroom on my hands and knees—dog collar to the headboard, humbler to the dresser--but with my wrists handcuffed in front of my body. Once she was gone I leaned forward and to the left, pulling on the collar and forcing my head into the bed for support then I was able to reach between my legs for the humbler. I thought I might be able to turn it and free it from my body. I knew that skin was extremely elastic. I was sure that having my scrotum in a humbler every day without pause had stretched it. At least that was my theory. Pushing on the humbler would still hurt like crazy, but I doubted it would be any worse than some of the high-level shocks Sheila had delivered. I found the nefarious device easily with my hands and, grasping each side, slowly began to push and turn it from ...

... perpendicular to my body to parallel. Truthfully, it hurt like hell, but after five minutes it was hanging loosely from my scrotum in front of my thighs where I was able to untie its rope. Now able to stand, I removed the clip from my collar and was free for the first time in more than seventy-two hours. I stretched and examined my knees. They were understandably red and sore with numerous scratches from my forays to the back yard across the concrete patio. Now my only question was how to get my revenge. I started in my sock drawer, easily finding a compression sock that had been prescribed by my doctor for the long airplane trips I sometimes had to take as part of my job. It was both extremely strong and flexible. Next I found a fistful of steel washers in a cabinet by my workbench. They must have weighed two pounds, at least. I tied off the sock with a simple overhand knot and was ready for Sheila’s return. I’d have to immobilize her to avoid what could be a potentially paralyzing shock even as the humbler hung in front of my body. I could have sawed the lock off, but I was afraid she’d discover me before I was done. Then she’d shock me repeatedly to get me under control again and I doubted I could survive that. No—patience would be the way now. I stood naked in the kitchen, still handcuffed, behind the door to the garage. Sheila walked in, her hands laden with bags, when I reared back and swung my weapon. It struck the back of her head and she toppled swiftly to the floor. I was ...