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

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4

... made short work of the flimsy material. I moved to the straps once I was done. The dress fell to the ground revealing Sheila’s naked body. I hadn’t been aware that Sheila wasn’t wearing panties or bra, but in retrospect I thought it was probably practical for a hooker. I dropped the heavy scissors to the table. I turned toward the door and was about to leave when Rita asked me to stay for just a few more minutes. I looked at her coldly, not believing this was the same woman who had been so demure and so shocked in my living room only a few months ago. Now I saw her as a bigger monster than her husband had ever been. I stuck around if for no reason than to see what further depravity she had in mind. I watched silently as a young woman whose body was covered with tattoos and must have had twenty piercings on her face, ears, and neck stroll into the room carrying a heavy black case. “Into the playroom, Veronica…you, too Sheila. This is Naomi; she’s here for the piercings. Sheila, you can secure Veronica to the cross. There’s a strap for her head. Make sure it’s tight.” We followed Veronica who shuffled meekly to her fate. We wound up in a partial basement that had been finished, apparently long before Veronica’s transformation. There was an expensive pool table that had been pushed back into a corner and ping pong, too. Most notable were steel eye bolts protruding from the wall and ceiling in numerous locations and a big wooden cross bolted to the wall. Veronica moved back ...

... holding up her arms and spreading her legs once the chain had been removed. Sheila buckled her wrists and ankles; a strap around her waist followed and finally she buckled Veronica’s head tightly to a cross-beam. “Here you go, Sheila—you should have plenty of reasons to hurt my ex-husband. He’s the one responsible for your downfall, although there’s not much to be said for your morals. Too bad you weren’t more like your husband. Would you believe I offered myself to Tom, but he turned me down cold? He’s a man who deserves respect. Ronald deserved none. Tom actually saved you. Ronald beat me almost daily. You’d never think that, would you? Well, he did. Take the cane—the red one—and give her five across each tit. Lay into her. It’s something you’ll do several times every day.” Sheila removed the cane from the table, raised it over her head and dropped it swiftly onto Veronica’s left tit. A red welt rose immediately from the skin. I could barely watch. I turned around involuntarily and cringed; it brought back memories I’d rather not have. Rita saw my reaction and told Sheila to stop. “I’m sorry, Tom. I really am. I should have realized I’d bring up unpleasant memories. That can wait for later, after you’ve gone.” Naomi stepped up to Veronica. She had what looked a big Q-tip in her hand. A dip into a bottle of alcohol and two quick swipes and I realized it was Veronica’s nasal septum that was about to be pierced. A sterile clamp was removed from a plastic bag and placed against the ...