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

    online readings that she had placed me into a humbler. I was fucked big time. Sheila returned to her chair and freed my wrists and ankles. I pushed my body up, but not too far. The humbler insured that. “Now I’ll explain. I obviously couldn’t put that on you while you were sleeping. You could have really hurt and damaged yourself. “Thanks to a program I installed I’ve had the opportunity over the past few months to review every single thing you’ve done on your laptop—every keystroke and every internet site. I see you like those BDSM sites a lot—three or four times a day at least, and every time you go there you pick a femdom story, one in which a dominant woman—that’s me—enslaves a submissive male—that’s you.” “What are you talking about, Sheila? So I enjoy reading about that stuff, so what? Those stories are just a way to pass time; they’re fiction, nothing more.” “You can deny it, but I do believe you’d love to submit to me and we’ll have all the next week to find out how badly you want it. I phoned your office late last night and left a message that you need a week’s vacation for a family emergency. I’ve taken the week off, too. The humbler you’re in is a special trainer that I can use to reinforce my will. Here, I’ll show you.” She held up a remote and pressed the button. I felt a minor shock run through my balls. I felt it, but it didn’t hurt too badly. “That was what the manufacturer calls the ‘reminder’ setting. There are ten higher that will definitely hurt you, but ...
    I hope not to use them too often. Be assured, though that I will if necessary. Get used to the idea of crawling. You’ll do it for the next seven or eight days, at least.” “Sheila, just because I like those stories doesn’t mean I want to be your or anyone’s slave. I read a lot of murder mysteries, too. Surely you don’t think I want to be murdered, do you? There’s only one outcome for this—you’re going to destroy us. I love you now, but if you do this I’ll hate you at week’s end.” “I thought you’d say something like that so I’m not at all surprised. I think in time you’ll really enjoy serving me—not everything, of course, but that’s the nature of life. We never enjoy everything, do we? Since you’re down there why don’t you start by adoring my feet?” I looked at her as though she was crazy, but lowered my head to the floor. I kissed every one of her toes and licked the soles of her feet when she lifted them. All told I spent more than twenty minutes servicing her feet. I was thankful she’d showered just last night. “Okay,” she told me, “you can stop now. Follow me into the bathroom.” She rose and walked away. I was silent as I crawled, but inside I was seething. I doubted I had ever been so angry. She led me into the shower where she removed her slacks and panties. It’s big and we had often enjoyed showering together, but not today. “Be careful…I want your mouth over my pussy. I’m going to piss into your mouth and you’re going to swallow it. I would if I was you. You’ll lick up ...
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