u/cuckhumiliation

A huge thank you to u/jackcaiman88, who saved this story I posted on Tumblr many years ago!! It's tied into the Replaced storyline but works on its own. Also, the Literotica project for all the archives is started - I'll post updates on that soon.

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This is safe for humans, right?" I stammered and fidgeted awkwardly.

"Humans?" The middle aged man looked at me with confusion turning quickly into derision. "Umm…yeah…if, I mean if by accident someone were to touch it while it's live…they would be fine, right?" I fidgeted with my unbelievably stupid skirt, or tutu or whatever you call it. Master Vince thought it was completely hysterical to make me go to the farm supply store wearing a full on ballerina outfit. The matching soft shoe things were actually pretty comfortable, but they in no way made up for the utter absurdity of the rest of the attire.

He put his hand on the short coil of wire, looking me up and down. "You sure you know what you're doing?" He paused for a moment and leaned back when I didn't immediately answer. "Look…it isn't going to cause a human any real harm, but it'll hurt like hell. I suggest you find someone to help you set it up."

I nodded uncomfortably and quickly. "Okay, okay…yes I'll buy it then."

"Okay, whatever you say." He was starting to stare at my stockings more than I was comfortable with. "Tell me, why on Earth you getting such a short length of cable?"

Now that I couldn't tell him. I ignored the question and pulled my wallet out of the little pink purse hanging from my shoulder. One of the customers behind me audibly laughed. I blushed and squirmed and wished to god he could shut up and take my money so I could escape. I walked out of the store with my surprisingly expensive electric fence parts, almost running, with the silly tutu bouncing around ridiculously. I knew I had instantly become a story the employees would talk about and laugh at for years.

I didn't check in with Master or my wife when I got home, deciding just to get to work. I knew better than to change clothes. Master would probably enjoy laughing at me later.

The design was pretty simple, even for a sissy. The wires ran from the battery up the wooden frame and then across the horizontal plank in the middle. The center plank was at least four feet across and several feet off the ground. I straddled the board to check the height. I could easily keep myself clear from it on my tip toes. Master would want it higher. I got off and adjusted both ends to raise it an inch or two. Now when I tested it I had to be on full tiptoes to keep myself clear. All in all it had only taken around half the day. Not as bad as I had anticipated.

I ran up the stairs to try and get caught up on at least the laundry and dishes. They both hated a messy kitchen. I was right about Master enjoying my ridiculous outfit. "So pathetic…" he managed between bouts of laughter. I just curtsied and said "thank you Sir" over and over as he continued ridiculing and laughing. I knew better than to do anything other than be polite and obedient. Finally I was given the dismissive hand motion that meant I could go back to my work, and I politely bowed and escaped to the bedroom to carry a load of laundry. I knew what was coming. I served dinner, poured the wine, cleaned up the dishes, politely asking for a spanking for burning the sweet potatoes (and discovering in the process that stockings do little to minimize the spanking effect by a strong man), and made sure the bedroom was ready for them.

I didn't need any additional instructions when Master Vince pulled his keys from his pocket and gave them to me. I knew what was expected of me and the contraption he had me build. As soon as I unlocked my little chastity device, my long imprisoned penis sprung to attention. They both laughed. It was easy to forget how tiny it is, and how adorable it can be when it bravely stands tall. The poor thing…the night was not going to end well for it. "Okay sissy…go put on a good show for us." Masters voice was so cruel. I went to turn on the TVs in both the living room and the Master bedroom before going down to the basement. I flipped the little black switch above the battery. What if it didn't work? Why was I so stupid? I would have to at least pretend it was working either way.

Oh, the camera! I would have been in so much trouble. I ran over to the tripod and turned the camera on. Maybe I should run upstairs and make sure it was working… "Good job loser!" Vince bellowed from the living room. I guess it was working. I courtsied to the camera.

The ball gag wasn't fun, but I was used to it. I made the strap nice and tight. Whew…okay, time to do this. I held onto my tiny penis and balls and lifted my leg over the center board of the new contraption. Once both feet were down I could stand on my tiptoes and let go. There was a little over an inch of clearance between the two electric wires and my dangling sissy parts. I very delicately reached up to the cuffs dangling from the overhead ceiling beam. The little metal clinks as I gently latched the cuffs was terrifying, but there was always a natural feeling to being no longer in control. I was helpless.

Master disagreed. I heard his steps descending to my floor. "You can just step over it you stupid cunt."

I mumbled my apologies incoherantly through the gag as he got some rope and connected my feet with a knot around each ankle. He gave my bare ass a resounding smack as he stood, causing me to lose my balance slightly. I bounced on my left foot desperately, but in the process of correcting myself I dropped low enough to feel the effect of the electricity on my sissy nuts. The sudden and searing pain caused me to squeal completely involuntarily. My teeth ground into the plastic of the gag and tears immediately sprung from my eyes. It definitely worked.

Master Vince laughed and smacked my ass again. This time I caught myself, bouncing in pathetic desperation. I didn't try to beg or complain, I just cried and whimpered . He went back up the stairs, satisfied with my predicament.

Eventually I heard the bedroom door distantly. I'm sure it must have been a beautiful night for Master. I still could remember what my wife's soft pussy felt like as I listened to the bed creaking and bouncing, and heard the muffled moans and gasps. I imagined what it would be like to be Master instead of me, fucking pussy with my big cock, putting little losers in their place. But then I was brought back to my very real predicament and reminded rudely that I was and always would be the loser and not the one getting pussy, as my legs would cramp and start to give out. All I could do was cry and bounce and try desperately to keep myself elevated, but as the minutes wore on the inevitable shocks came over and over. Most were to my sissy balls, sending lightning through my core and eliciting new high pitched squeals each time. But I also learned a valuable lesson about how conductive precum is, as a long strand oozed slowly from my little penis onto the live wires.

Pulling myself up by the handcuffs didn't really work, but I kept trying anyway. I gradually fell into a rhythm of bouncing from leg to leg, then pulling up on the cuffs, followed by a slow lowering onto the wires as my quivering legs gave out. Then the sheer mind-searing pain would rock my world, and the dread of another one would breathe new life into my legs and the cycle would start again.

The creaking of the bed upstairs eventually stopped. Master Vince's cum was probably now deep in my bride. I knew they were probably naked, in each other's arms, watching my performance casually and sipping more wine. Or maybe they were completely ignoring me. I started to wonder if they had gone to sleep. I yanked desperately on the cuffs, then lifted a leg to test the knots on my ankles. I cussed into my gag, my aching jaw protesting the action.

This was it. I resigned myself to being left all night. I closed my eyes and softly sobbed, lowering myself very slowly onto the wire, my calves and thighs shaking. But there was no zap. I turned in surprise to see Master standing behind me. In my crying I hadn't heard him come down the stairs or flip off the switch. I repeatedly mumbled thank you's as I was unlocked. I felt bed that he had to get up out of his bed to unlock me. I tried to think of a way to make it easier for him if he wanted me to ride my electric horse again. Mostly though I hoped he hadn't enjoyed it too much and maybe the new contraption could be quietly tucked away in storage. "Tomorrow it needs to be a little higher" Vince said as I started the process of putting my chastity device back on. "Yes Sir" I whimpered.