1. My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4


    Date: 12/1/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Oral Sex, Romance, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

    septum for Rita’s approval. A minute later the needle had done its work. Naomi dabbed away some blood and pushed a curved bar through the hole. A threaded ball was tightened over the end of the bar. “Take it out once or twice a day and swab the area with alcohol. I’ll come back next week to put in the permanent ring.” She held up a stainless ring that looked like it was two inches in diameter. Veronica would look more like a bull than a human being. I actually felt pity for her. Veronica was removed from the wall and Rita fastened Sheila in her place. I watched with interest as her labia were pierced in four places on each side while Rita held a bag of ice on Sheila’s clit. Once the labia were done a needle quickly pierced it from side to side. A stainless lock was inserted through a stainless shield, Sheila’s clit, and out the other side. A short stainless wire was run through the labial rings, much like lacing one’s shoes, up to the lock. Once closed Rita had complete control of Sheila’s cunt. There’d be no orgasms in Sheila’s future without Rita’s express permission. I was disgusted when I took my leave. CHAPTER 9 Nan could see how upset I was when I returned home. She led me to the couch. I sat with my head in my hands for several minutes until I was able to speak. Even then I could barely get the words out. I had wanted to shock Sheila with the reality of Ronny’s situation. I had never anticipated that she would fall into Rita’s clutches. I thought I hated Sheila, but ...
    I couldn’t hate anyone so much that I’d want them to become the slave that Sheila would so obviously be. I was so distressed I couldn’t go to work, I couldn’t eat; I was paralyzed. Nan phoned Mary Ann and tried to explain. In the end it was her inability to do so that convinced Mary Ann of the severity of my experience. I only prayed that I’d feel better about myself by the time we left for Hawaii. Nan pulled me up and took me to bed. We didn’t make love; it was the first time since we’d been together—the first time in more than five months. Nan stripped me and put me to bed then she climbed in with me, holding and soothing me with her body. “I’m not really surprised at your reaction, Tom. You’re a kind considerate and loving man. I don’t think it’s in you to hate. We’ll have to think of a solution, but what I have no idea.” She stroked my cheek and my hair then she kissed me so gently I could barely feel it. All the same, I knew how much she loved me. Nan would accept all my problems, all my stress, all my pain. She’d treat me and love me just as she had way back when she had massaged my broken body back to health. In spite of all that she’d never think to ask for anything for herself. I made up my mind then that I’d give her everything possible, and only my very best. I fell asleep in her arms, content despite all that had plagued me earlier and still did. I was better physically, but not emotionally, the following morning. I resolved to put up a positive front for Nan’s ...
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