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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

for you then.” She laughed and laughed, so much that I began to question her sanity. Sheila removed the gag then walked to the kitchen where I heard her on the phone, chatting and laughing. She returned a few minutes later with a sponge and some paper towels. “I treated this especially for you—I wouldn’t want you to get an infection.” She laughed again as she applied the vinegar-soaked sponge to my ass. I screamed from the burning pain as she laughed again. She showed me the red blood-stained towels after wiping my cheeks dry. I couldn’t hate her more than I did at that instant. That’s what I thought, but I was wrong. I’d hate Sheila much more by the time I was freed. She came back once she had disposed of the towels to sit in the adjacent chair. She crossed her legs, sitting back to relax, a broad smile on her face. “You know, slave—I can’t really call you Tom any more, can I? You’re not really my husband, are you? Anyway, slave I enjoyed hurting you so much, even more than I ever imagined. It made me so excited I almost came; maybe I will when I use the cane or crop on you, although I suppose I’ll have to be careful not to injure you too badly. It won’t do me any good if all you can do is lie on the floor. You just rest for a bit then I’ll let you finish off my pussy with your mouth. I’m sure you’ll enjoy that much more than being beaten. I was going to beat you again tonight after dinner, but I doubt you could handle it. You really do have to work out a bit more—you’re as ... soft as a girl. Don’t worry, though—you’ll get plenty of exercise doing housework and laundry every day after work. I’ll make sure you exercise, too. You’ll need to keep your strength up for all the future beatings you’ll endure. “I guess you haven’t enjoyed too much of this have you?” I didn’t know if I was supposed to answer so I kept my mouth shut. Of course, it was the wrong choice. She hit me again with the paddle—only once, but that was enough. “I asked you a question. That means you answer.” “No, Mistress I haven’t enjoyed any of this.” “No, but you will. In time you’ll live to take care of me. You’ll derive great personal satisfaction from pleasing me. Who knows, maybe I’ll even let you have an occasional spurt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, Mistress I would.” “Just keep that in mind if you want to keep those things. The happier you make me the longer they’ll be a part of you. Would you like some water? I’m thinking you’re probably thirsty.” “Yes…please, Mistress.” I could play this game and I would, but only as long as I had to. She walked to the kitchen and returned with a small bottle, placing it on the floor in front of me. She replaced the humbler which hurt terribly as it pressed into the crease between my aching butt and my thighs before untying my left hand. “Untie yourself then you can drink.” I struggled with the bonds on my right hand, but five minutes later it was free. It was actually harder to reach back to free my knees, especially since I was ...