My Rocky Relationship with Sheila–Part 1 of 4

NOTE: This is a love story that has threads of BDSM running through it, including real cruelty and torture. Please be advised it is not for everyone. Like all of my stories that, as well as the sex, is an integral part of the story’s plot.

INTRODUCTION: This is the story of Sheila and Tom Hamilton—of their marriage, divorce, and reconciliation as Tom slowly finds the way to forgiveness. He goes through a living hell at the hands of his wife and her lover until he is able to turn the tables on them and exact his revenge. He thinks he hates Sheila until he finds the true love that has been at his fingertips all along.


CHAPTER 1

Sheila’s told me probably a hundred times that I sleep like I’m dead. There isn’t much that will wake me, often not even the alarm, and probably not even an earthquake. She wakes me by shaking me violently in frustration as the alarm continues its horrible intermittent blaring. I guess she proved it last night—I was really changed when I woke up this morning. I went to scratch my balls, and when I did I noticed something was drastically different. I hurried to the bathroom to check out the mirror and take a piss. “Fuck!” I had to sit down to pee. My pubic area had been completely shaved and my cock was encased in a stainless steel cage.

I flushed once I was done and went to find my wife. She was, not surprisingly, seated in front of her computer. “Okay, want to tell me what’s going on? What’s with this thing? Would you please take it off?”

“Sure, but first I want you to kneel right here next to me.” She swiveled her chair and pointed to the space just in front of her.

“Just take it off, will you, please?”

“Sorry, but you have to kneel. Then I promise to remove it.”

“Okay, I’ll play along,” I said resignedly. I knelt right in front of her. Rather than just remove it she got up and stepped behind me. She distracted me by kissing and nuzzling my neck. The next thing I knew my hands were secured in handcuffs, not tightly, but tight enough that I wasn’t going to get them off. Once that was done she moved back to handcuff my ankles. Again, I wasn’t uncomfortable, but I clearly wasn’t going anywhere.

“Okay, I promised I’d remove this and now I will.” I was about to complain when she put her fingers to my mouth. I stopped, expecting her to continue. “I’m going to lower your head to the floor. Be careful, I don’t want to hurt you.” I was in place a minute later and I could feel the cage being removed. Somehow I wasn’t all that relieved. I knew I was in a vulnerable position and I had real fear as to what Sheila was up to. I was furious with Sheila and I’d be even more with myself for allowing myself to be so easily tricked in just another minute.

She leaned on my back and I felt her hand encircle my scrotum. She massaged my balls; it felt great and I groaned in appreciation and anticipation. I wanted to fuck my wife something awful. She pulled my sac down and between my legs. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I knew from my 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 anything that spills.” Shaking my head, I refused. This wasn’t anything close to my idea of fun and I wasn’t going to do it. I thought the idea was absolutely disgusting. I lay on the tile floor with my head down. I wasn’t being submissive—she couldn’t piss into my mouth in this position.

Then she shocked me. The pain in my balls was unbelievable. It was like being kicked or hit there by a baseball. I fell to the floor in agony. Worse, my first reaction was to extend my legs nearly ripping my balls from my body. I screamed in anguish. “I told you I’d hurt you if necessary. I don’t want to, but I will if you fail to obey. Now move your mouth to my pussy.” I was in a world of pain, but still I refused. She shocked me again and at a higher level. I fell again to the floor screaming.

“Let me correct myself,” I groaned once I had regained my breath. “I won’t hate you by week’s end—I hate you now. I hope you realize that doing this is illegal. It’s assault at a minimum and probably even sexual assault. You’ll be branded as a sex offender for the rest of your life.”

“First of all, you’d never press charges against me so don’t even think of threatening me. I’ll really shock you if you ever say something like that again. Either get up here and take it like a man or I’ll get serious. You’ve only been shocked at level two. Want to try level four or five?” I knew when I was beaten. I staggered up to my hands and knees and sealed my mouth around her cunt.

“I’m being easy on you this time. I went when I got up so there’ll only be a little and the rate should be slow, too.” I wasn’t at all reassured, but I had no choice. I opened my mouth and cringed as I waited. I hated the taste–God, it was awful– but she was right. There wasn’t much and it came slowly. Finally, it was done. I had hated it almost as much as I now hated her and I wasn’t looking forward to the next episode. She patted my head like I was some kind of dog and led me into our bedroom. Well, it was “our” bedroom and “our” bed this morning. Who knew what it would be tonight?

I remained stationary outside her closet while she retrieved something. Oh great—it was a dog collar that she fastened tightly around my neck, even locking it in place so I couldn’t remove it. She attached a leash and led me around the house, even taking me outside where I was told to do my business. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I already went. That damned thing made me sit like a woman.” She zapped again, but this time it was only a reminder.

“You know how I hate profanity and it’s disrespectful, too. You need to call me ‘Mistress’ whenever you speak which I’m sure you know from your reading should be infrequently. In fact, keep quiet unless I ask you a direct question.” She fingered the remote as she asked if I understood.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.

“See, you’re learning already.” She beamed with pride at her obvious dominance. I remained silent, but inside I was fuming. I wasn’t kidding about hating her. Any love I’d had for her had vanished over the last hour.

She walked me all around the back yard, even telling me to “heel” like I was her dog. I struggled to keep up with her—the humbler restricted the length of my “doggie” stride. Once she was inside she learned the problems of having me in a humbler all the time. I couldn’t do anything while I was kneeling and if she removed the humbler I’d rebel for sure. I sat quietly in the kitchen while she made the lunch. She nuked some canned ravioli for me and dumped it into a dog’s dish. I ate like a dog, making a mess of my face and the floor. I raised my hand like a schoolchild once I was done.

“Yes, slave…you may speak.”

“May I please have something to clean my face and the floor…Mistress?”

“Oh, you’re progressing so nicely, aren’t you?” I had the answer to that and it definitely wasn’t yes. I had no choice but to play along and wait for my chance to get her. That would happen, but I had no idea when. She handed me a few moistened paper towels and I cleaned my mess, placing the spent towels in the trash once everything was clean.

After lunch she led me back into the living room where she forced me over the ottoman, securing my wrists and knees to the legs. I was totally immobilized. “Now it’s time for your afternoon beating. I’m going to gag you this time although later I think I’d love to hear your pleading and screaming. You’ll know who the boss is after this, but first….” She removed the humbler and massaged my balls. “You’d better be good if you want to keep these. It would be so convenient to castrate you, especially since you’re unlikely to use your cock in my service. I’m sure you know that Mistresses never fuck their slaves.” Now I was really worried where this was going. I knew she’d have to release me next weekend so I could go to work. Sheila also worked, but for her church which paid peanuts, while I was a very successful account executive earning well over $175,000 a year. If I had to I’d wait until then to get my revenge. In the meantime I’d play a role and do whatever was necessary to get by and survive. I was praying she’d make a mistake, but so far I was stuck.

She held up a ball gag. I opened my mouth apparently obediently and she strapped it tightly around my head. It was probably a good thing that she had gagged me. She hit my ass with something that hurt me terribly. It was a thick wooden paddle about two feet long and six inches wide with holes drilled into it—maybe twenty or more from my brief glance. Again and again she beat me. It went on for more than a half hour from what I could see of the living room clock. I thought she must have struck me two hundred times at least. I could barely breathe when she was done. I only knew that I was in terrible pain and I was bawling—had been almost since the beating had begun.

“You are such a baby, slave. Your ass is bleeding all over my carpet. I just love your agony. My pussy is so wet. I can’t wait until tonight. Wait until you see what I have planned 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.