1. The Adjustment Service


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Hardcore, Rape, Scatology, Violence, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    thing I thin it triggers all the humiliation and shame. She acts like an angle after that.” Again he looked around the room. “Well,” he started at me. I wasn’t sure what to say. “I don’t know that’s a bit extreme. She isn’t a bad person just conceited, and haughty. We’ve grown apart.” “To be honest your wife is a first class bitch,” his eyes bore into me and I nodded. “Hey, my wife wasn’t cheating on me. She was about to, though. I found that out at the same time I had her humiliated. The guy installs cameras in your place and sets up a recorded.” He glanced around then continued, “He watches the stuff till he has her all figured out, then he records her therapy session for you.” He laughed for a moment, “That’s what he calls it therapy or counseling. He also recorded the bastard and her having coffee and him groping her. Her almost giving in and stopping breathlessly. She would twist her wedding band then make him leave. After the rape, she never allowed him back in the house. She has been a perfect wife since oh once every year or so I have to remind her but still a perfect wife.” He sat there drinking his beer he had the most pleased look on his face. “If you want to contact the guy let me know.” “What happened to the guy that tried to get in her pants?” “Oh, you knew him, Dave Chambers,” He looked so happy when he told me. “Dave?” I asked him. “Yea, you remember Dave right?” I nodded remembering him and how he was found in the woods, beating to death his cock cut off and ...
    shoved in his mouth. I wondered about that. Our conversation went through my mind repeatedly for days. The thought of her humiliation gave me erections and would stroke off thinking of this guy bust her apart. I contacted my friend telling him I thought I wanted to follow his advice. A few days later a package arrived for me at work. There was cell phone inside with a note. Wait for a call. When I was at lunch that day, the cell rang, “Hello.” “Is this Sean?” a soft, deep, masculine voice asked me. “Yes,” there was a tremor in my voice. “I have the particulars already. I have surveilled the subject already setting up around the clock observation of her. She is quite a problem for you. I hear the way she talks to you and about you. I regret to inform you that she has entered into an adulteress relationship with her intern.” He fell silent as my mind swam in the information. “Well?” “Well, what?” I didn’t understand what he wanted. “Do you wish to proceed with a counseling session for you wife?” the voice was calm and collected not a trace of malice, as a doctor discussing a treatment option. “Yes, I think I do.” “Not a good enough answer Sean.” With polite insistence, he pushed me to answer him. “Yes, let’s do it,” I said my guts were wrenching inside, with fear, excitement and disgust. Perhaps I am a poor bad-man or a cowardly one. My appellation to the name ‘bad-man’ might, in part, only be by association. Unwilling to do the work, by the necessity of need, I find a bad-man ...
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