1. My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 1 of 4


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cheating, Cruelty, Slavery, Torture, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    on her in a second and dragged her to the ottoman where I tied her wrists and knees to its legs. Once she was secured I was free to search for the keys. I found the handcuff keys in her purse, but not the key to the lock that secured the humbler. That was okay; I knew how to get it. Her torture weapons were in her closet. I walked there easily despite the humbler banging against my thighs. I returned only a minute later with the paddle and the ball gag. Sheila was still unconscious when I returned, but not for long. I reared back and blistered her ass, ramming the gag into her mouth when she opened to scream. There was genuine fear in her eyes and for good reason. I planned on getting even—and then some—with both of my antagonists. “Now that I have your attention Sheila I can explain what’s going to happen. I’m going to beat your nice plump ass and I’m going to ask you some questions. If I get the answers I want I’ll limit you to another dozen. If I don’t I’ll keep it up until I get tired.” She tried to speak—tried to say she’d tell me the truth now, but I wasn’t ready and I wasn’t interested. I belted her eleven more times and she was in tears after the second, frantic for me to stop. I removed the gag, waiting for her gasping to end. ‘Okay, I’m ready for my first question. What happens now will depend on you. How long have you been fucking Ronny?” “About three months now.” I was shocked although I couldn’t imagine why. What a duplicitous bitch my wife was. “Why? From what ...
    I could see he’s lousy in the sack.” “He’s rich, much richer than we’d ever be.” “Haven’t I provided enough for you?” “I always thought so until he became interested in me. Please don’t hit me any more!” “Interesting comment considering how you beat the living shit out of me over the last three days; take a good look at my body. There’s hardly a square inch in back that isn’t bruised or welted and purple or yellow or blue. That remark is going to cost you another ten. Now…how did this start?” “When I took my car into the dealership for service; he owns the dealership. He bought me coffee and some doughnuts. He was very charming and next thing I knew we were in a motel. I found the idea of cheating on you exciting. He wanted me.” “I also wanted you, not that it seemed to matter. Whose idea was it to make me your slave?” “Ronny’s—he’s really into power and control. I offered to just divorce you, but he wanted more.” “So you just did it and all that bullshit about me wanting to be submissive was just more bullshit, wasn’t it?” “Yes…I’m sorry.” “Great…that will cost you another ten, but you can believe me--it will be nothing compared to what will happen tonight when shithead shows up.” I put the gag back into her mouth and returned to her spanking, but this time I spread them out for maximum effect. Then I asked her about the key for the humbler. “I don’t have it,” she said between sobs and gasps. “Ronny does; it’s on his key ring.” I gave her a look of disgust, but said nothing. ...
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