Live Wire Act

I really receive intense satisfaction and immense pleasure from being able to act as Mistress Maggie’s guinea pig or crash test dummy. Both pig and dummy fit my status as her slave, but the important part is that it allows me to fulfil my promise to do everything Mistress asks, immediately and without question. I also get pleasure in knowing I am helping other subjects receive the most wonderful tested experiences. Mistress treats me like a responsible (almost) slave and always gives me a comprehensive explanation of any new projects she wishes to test on me, and I in turn am expected to give comprehensive feedback about the effects and affects of the new procedure.

Sometimes Mistress gives a hint about what she has planned during a session in the calling mails she sends to me, and this time the hint was accurate.

Your Mistress will be training you to perform in her live wire act. 

From that I gathered it would be a new experience involving electrics and I wasn’t wrong. The thought of some new testing had my pulse racing and other parts stirring on my way to The Chambers.

Nice day, arrived on time to be greeted by my owner in a fetching nurses outfit of brief black latex leotard, gloves and stockings held up with statement red suspenders which really accentuated her beautiful legs, all topped off with her red nurses cap and sinister black cross. I was back where I wanted and needed to be.

I returned from the Bathroom where I’d been instructed to change into my black latex socks and gloves and assumed my kneeling position ready to worship Mistress’s footwear. To my surprise before starting my work, Mistress had me turn round and crawl backwards towards her chair until my bottom was caressing her open thighs. For a brief moment it was very exciting as I could feel her stockings, but in rapid time my arse was lubed up and my red butt plug was lodged in its home like a rat up a drainpipe.

Now I could start my boot worship which I was able to do feeling stuffed in the rear. I was honoured; well Mistress said I was honoured, to receive encouragement from her oldest 9 tail whip to encourage her subject with the homage.  Mistress used it moderately to ensure my tongue moved diligently. The encouragement is never needed as I was already well under Maggie’s spell and enjoying the caress of the 9 tail, 

Moments later I received a gentle stroke through my hair, yep I still have a reasonable covering, and was told the time had come to get into my rubber.Today I’d be wearing my thick working suit that Maggie had measured me up for when I was buying latex wear from Invincible. The routine is tried and tested. A little talc to assist dressing, gently massaging to distribute the talc within the suit but without spilling it on the carpet, and by now I am able to largely don the suit under my own steam. Ankle and wrist zips fastened and all that remains is a quick polish by Mistress. I love the feeling of standing arms outstretched as Mistress gently rubs a towel to remove any smears of powder that have found their way onto the surface of her rubbered slave.

Now suited and shiny, Mistress grabbed the ring on my collar and led me through to The Clinic, needless to say I followed! On arrival I was inserted into a simple red latex straight jacket which captured my arms in a sweet embrace. The couch had been covered with a cream latex sheet which I was to lie on. Once my legs had been secured in the raised stirrups. Maggie opened my crotch zip in order to expose my butt plugged bum. Toying with a string of anal beads that she was holding up for me to view she said, ‘There’s only one place for these to go isn’t there slave?’. My butt plug was removed and the string of balls quickly crowded into that obvious place. ‘Ahh, there’s still plenty of room left in there’, she said and promptly reinserted my butt plug alongside the balls. That raised a titter from Maggie and a big smile from me, while down below something else was raised as well. Another first and surprisingly comfortable too.

Mistress raised the back of the couch so I could sit almost bolt upright and began strapping me securely in place. She explained that she was going to attempt a nasal tube insertion, a procedure that was only 50% successful on a previous occasion. The tubes came out of a sterilisation pouch and were lubed up before being gently inserted, right nostril first. My gag reflex was considerable as the tube bent round, but I was pleased and relieved when Mistress said she could see it at the back of my throat With long forceps at the ready she was able to grab the tube and guide it out through my mouth. The same for my left nostril ensued leaving me with two tubes, one per nostril with good lengths protruding from my mouth. Hurray, we had accomplished what we had failed to achieve last time.

Fitting the white latex hood on me was a simple matter of feeding the nasal tubes through the appropriate holes then zipping up the back. Mistress then joined the ends of the hoses to create a rubber ring in each nostril. This training served the purpose of bringing me closer to being able to wear a hood that has long integrated nasal tubes, an idea that Mistress knows I’ve been fascinated with for some time.

Mistress was struggling with lifting the heavy extension that she was now fitting to the couch. I wish I could have helped but I was securely strapped down and was wearing the straight jacket! Mistress persisted until it snapped into place. She didn’t need to struggle to open my crotch zip further though, and with a swift twiddle and tie had my cock and balls securely roped tight.

Not wanting her guinea pig to be leaving the table mid operation, Mistress chose to catheterise me; a procedure which is becoming harder and harder due to the tightness of my foreskin, which now restricts access to my urethra. Eventually I did experience the familiar thrill I get whenever I surrender my bladder control to my Mistress, when after around five minutes of hit and miss, she eventually slipped it in.

And now the real guinea pig duties were explained. Maggie was going to weave a sterile steel wire into my cock which would be used to create an electric circuit and a second circuit would be created using a piercing needle as an electrode. Having the wire inserted was a little uncomfortable but not painful, Maggie threaded the wire through the skin on my shaft in four places, and I was being fed hearty applications of a rather nice aroma through an anaesthetic mask during the whole procedure. I am so well trained to accept needles that I barely felt anything when she added the piercing needles to her arrangement. 

Maggie aired her disappointment at the amount of blood the wire had caused, she is not afraid of blood but does consider spilled blood unhygienic, as a result she tries to keep any bleeding to a minimum wherever possible. Besides the little bleed, the stitching had progressed well and it was time to start adding some electrics. Two electro pads were attached at the top of my legs to allow the two electric circuits to be complete and we were ready for the live wire act that I’d been advised I’d be performing in!

The two circuits started well and worked for a time at acceptable levels, until a most excruciating belt across my cock and balls had me shrieking like a guinea pig for Mistress. We managed to stop the shriek and proceeded with a few blasts of the remedial juice I’d been inhaling. When the same thing happened a second time, Mistress turned off the circuits and declared that she will not be using this method in future and so the ‘live wire performance’ was concluded. We decided that the two circuits could interfere with each other too easily by using the wire, creating a powerful shock, and the movement caused by my excitement may have contributed. This is one new procedure that will not be inflicted on other slaves and I have completed my role of pig-cum-crash test dummy. Win win for me and other slaves.

The cath’s bung was removed and I was finally able to release what felt like a gallon of pent up pee into a collection bag. I was so glad about this, because what followed next may well have forced a tsunami of pee from its reservoir!

As a reward for the guinea piggery, Mistress granted me a good long pegging. She told me that she’d applied a hook through my foreskin to keep my cock and balls nicely tied out of the way, which was strange because I hadn’t noticed, maybe because I was so relieved that the electrics were off. There wasn't enough room alongside the beads and butt plug already occupying my ass to slip a strap on dildo in as well, so these were removed. With all the room created, the huge dildo didn’t feel as huge as it had looked and slid in smoothly and so sensually as Mistress proceeded to give my bum a complete and thorough workout. The first one for a while, one that I was grateful to receive and I loved it.

I think it is fair to say that other slaves will not be subjected to the live electrified wire and I am really grateful for everything that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience, and as I said at the start, I love being a guinea pig for my owner.

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