Standing there looking at it gave me both a feeling of fear and excitement. The design was flawless. I have always enjoyed the lifestyle and the loss of control. But more now than ever I am driven by the experience, the expectation and of course the pain. Mistress has not seen this yet and The anticipation I am feeling is quite overwhelming. Knowing that in a few moments she will for the first time be able to give me what she calls our deepest desire. I asked her long ago to use her gifted imagination and find a way to test me both mentally and physically. I was dismayed when she told me but now I am astonished by her insight.

The instruction was simple, I was to build a device that would scare even the most devious person. Its been two weeks and its finally ready. As she left for work I informed her it was finished and that I was ready. She ordered me to have myself clean shaven and prepared for her when she came home. Its now 5:30 and mistress will be here in one half hour. The concept is easy, a simple home stereo modified for this specific purpose, and a bondage table designed for a male slave. The use of electricity in our play is common but a typical tens unit becomes old quickly. The control of current by means of the volume knob is quite ingenious if I do say so myself. After tying my balls so that each is in its own sack I place them on each side of a wooden dowel then tie them together on the other side. This has the effect of squeezing them and causing some discomfort. I then attach the electrodes so that each ball has a positive and negative connection. For the purpose of being silly the left ball is now connected to the left speaker output and the right to the right. Should be interesting to see what mistress does with that.

With the connections made I climb onto the table and lower my now bound sack down through the opening in the top. As I sit the two halves of the table top close so that the dowel and my balls are trapped. I place the padlocks on the hasps at each end as they click I become apprehensive that in just ten minutes. I will not have to wonder what I've done any longer. I strap the ballgag in place ensuring its tight and place my hands in the cuffs suspended above me. With a slight tug the ratchet is disengaged and the cable tightens.

It' s only been a few minutes now and already my balls are hurting, both from the way I tied them and the tension caused by the cable. At 6:01 I hear the keys in the door and a bead of sweat rolls off my forehead. Her eyes widen as she looks around and sees what her instruction fraught. She gives me a small smile and heads up stairs. A short time later she returns wearing her jogging suit and her discman. She pats me on the head as she passes into the bathroom returning with the tube of toothpaste and two cotton swabs. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note placing it on the table in front of me.

"My dear wife, I am madly in love with you and these past years have been the greatest of my life. I do not ever want that to change, however. I find myself missing the way we used to be when I was but your humble slave and you did not care what hells you put me through. I would like you to find that part of you again. Love"

When I looked up at her her expression had changed from one of innocence to dare I say hate. As she stroked my already engorged cock she spoke to me. Remember, you wanted this she stated. Stroking faster now she began turning the dial on the stereo. At 10 I began to feel tingling, at 20 the pulses from the bass felt like someone flicking my balls over and over. When she reached 40 I was howling into the gag and jerking my hands with ernst to try and stop what can only be described as being punched in the nuts repeatedly. As I came she turned it down slowly back to 10 and went to rinse off her hand. When she returned I was startled to see she still had the "hate" look in her eyes. She grabbed the toothpaste and squeezed about twice what you or I would use to brush with onto one of the q-tips. Without hesitation she grabbed my now flaccid cock and began inserting the tip into it. It wasn't more then half way in when I felt the burning sensation. She ran it in and out several times then removed it. She placed all the items on a nearby table and picked up her discman. Placing it on her ears she turned it on and adjusted the volume. She leaned into me and kissed me gently on the forehead and said. Ill be back after my run. As she turned she grabbed the dial and ran it up to 60. With that she left the house locking the door.