My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4

... clearly confused. “Sheila, all this is about to become crystal clear. Veronica, remove your skirt and panties if you’re wearing any.” She wasn’t, so seconds later all was revealed to Sheila. “Here he is, Sheila—your big he-man. He’s nothing more than a toy for his wife…his mistress.” “You came at a good time, Sheila. Later today that tube is coming off even though the penis will have to be severely cut to do it; there’s a rivet running completely through that useless thing. Then those balls are going, too. They’re fun to torture, but there’s a lot of maintenance, especially trying to keep that feeble mini-cock clean. Let’s face it—that thing is completely useless. Real men like Tom have real cocks. What Veronica has isn’t of much use and once the doctor is done it will be even worse. She’ll cut off those balls, stitch up the skin so there’s nothing hanging there, and cut his little wienie down to an inch. She’ll have to sit to pee, but she has to do that now so what’s the big deal? It’s not as though it’ll ever be used for anything but peeing. “Now, Sheila I understand that the judge is willing to drop the charges if you can get a job.” “Y..yes, that’s what he told me.” “Very good; I’ll hire you. The letter to the judge will describe you as my ‘personal assistant’ at a salary of $40,000 plus room and board. In reality you’ll be quite a bit more. I’m tired of torturing Veronica, but she needs it every day so that will be one of your primary responsibilities. You’ll also be ...

... expected to provide me with the most personal services on a daily basis.” “What would that include, Rita?” “Only what you expected of Tom—drinking my urine and eating my pussy. I’ll also expect you to be pierced so I know that I’ll have total control of the cunt that seems to get you into so much trouble. I’ll also want your nipples pierced. I won’t torture you, but I reserve the right to punish you if you disobey me. Face the reality of your situation, Sheila—who is going to hire a hooker? Your pastor tells me that prospective employers ran as soon as he told them about your treatment of Tom. I have a contract here for your signature. Read it and sign then you can kneel here in front of me.” I was shocked. I hadn’t seen this coming—not at all. It was unbelievable. “You don’t have to, Sheila. You’d only get six months at County.” She looked at me with the saddest eyes then rose for the short walk to the table. She had just knelt when the doorbell rang. Veronica hustled to answer despite her near-nudity. Sheila didn’t even bother to read the document. She signed and sighed as though her fate had been sealed. “Tom, be a dear and bring over those shears on the table.” I picked them up and walked over to Rita. “Sheila, stand. Tom, would you please cut that slutty dress from my new slave. I’ll need her naked for the day, maybe even longer.” I looked at Sheila and she nodded. I began at the hem which was only two or three inches below her crotch and began to cut. The strong shears ...