"Come with me," said the pretty red-headed mistress. I had just gone through the first phase of filming outside with class 5b and now I was being walked naked to a film set for some interior shots.
Our red-headed mistress hardly said a word. She just walked beside me in her knee-high cherry leather boots, her tight jeans stretched over her ample ass, defining her pussy. She wore a tight white flowery blouse loosely hanging on her big breasts. Her arms were in her red cardigan swishing her crop, an old fashioned garment that was out of kilter with her punishing skills.
We got to a small set with a camera on a tripod, a large leather armchair a mock window and a sideboard. The Mistress turned on the professional redhead film lights and then turned on the camera.
That made me happy as it meant I'd be alone with the mistress and not have some hairy arsed cameraman watching my every move as they did in the garden.
"Crouch on that stool, legs apart," demanded my red-headed mistress.
I crawled up on the small cushion stool and crouched down as ordered.
"Now hands on your head and open your legs."
I obeyed but felt a little unsteady especially when my hands went to the back of my head.
"Wider!" She demanded while hitting the insides of my legs with her crop.
I somehow managed to obey her but still wobbled slightly on the stool with a little ache on my inside thighs. My cock and balls hung below me, the feeling of a phantom humbler still suffocating my gonads from the ordeal in the garden.
My mistress sat beside me on the large leather armchair and stretched her long leather booted legs out before her. She held out a black electronic cuff.
"I'm not touching your disgusting dick piggie, put this on yourself."
I took the cuff and looked at it puzzled.
"Attach it around your cock and balls and make sure it's tight." I obediently wrapped it around my genitals as ordered and it felt quite snug around my cock and balls.
"Now hands back on the back of your head," she ordered.
"Yes mistress," I obeyed as I saw her hand come forward with a little black box, which had a small plastic ariel on it. She pushed a button and I heard a high pitched beep. No sooner I had heard the beep an electric shock buzzed in my balls. I cried out in pain much to the amusement of my mistress who laughed out and cried, "Oh, it works!"
Whereupon she pushes the button again and zapped my balls. I yelped and struggled to keep my balance on the cushion, which had her laughing harder. "Hey, I like this!" And once again she shocked my roasting nuts.
I swayed, crouched on the cushion, resisting the urge to take my hands from my head.
"Do you like that?" Asked the smiling mischievous mistress leaning forward from her chair really enjoying her new toy.
"No Mistress," I winced as she produced a crop.
"If you had a choice of a good whipping on your ass or a shock to your balls what would you choose?"
"The crop mistress."
"In that case, I'll zap your balls!" She laughed as she merrily pointed her control and pushed the button. I cried out as I felt as if my balls expanded and glowed through the shock!
As the pain ebbed away I took in some deep breaths.
"What do you say?" Asked the mistress but the question was lost as my concentration was taken up by my humming balls and my balancing act.
"What?" I garbled only to get another zap.
"Thank you, mistress!" She regaled.
The eclectic coursed through my cock and balls with a sharp biting sting that flowed randomly over the skin. I came down from my next gonad shock and thanked her. That was hard to do for when electric was flowing painfully up and down my penis and bouncing around in my balls my thoughts totally emerged in the fluctuating pain with-in.
I got my breath back and regained my balance on the stool my inner limbs no aching to the point of cramp.
