Over the next few hours I never saw another person as Linda tasked me to perform an array of household chores. Of course they were all the ones I hated, but I did each as well as I could. Partly out of self-pride, but also out of fear. My butt continued to burn from the paddling received earlier.
When inside the house or in the backyard my work was done in the nude except for a frilly apron. When I worked in the front yard Linda allowed me to wear a pair of baggy shorts and some sun block. All the time I had my ever-present companion; 5-inch butt plug snugly in place. The only time it was missing was when Linda, or someone else, removed it to flush me out and restart the process.
At those times I would squat, drain, assume the enema position, then continue with my duties. The most difficult time was when an unknown voice directed me to replace my blindfold and assume the enema position. It is much easier to relax your asshole if someone you trust is removing the plug. After each removal I was refilled and the plug replaced. I lost count of how many times this happened, but by early afternoon I was running clear.
In a perverse sort of way the sensation to take a dump between plug removals went away. I guess my ass got use to the plug. To me it said I was doing okay. Of course that was too good to be true and the day was about to take a different direction.
"Jim, put your blindfold on then get in the enema position!" Linda ordered. "You are much too comfortable."
I quickly dropped to the floor with my knees next to my ears. Linda locked my legs is place then I felt someone working with the handle of the plug, as well as my dick and balls.
"Lets see how you like this. Stand up and spread your legs" Linda directed.
I arose to discover a control box hanging from the plug handle and a ring around my cock and balls. Without speaking I wondered what was happening. A moment later my question was answered.
I jumped as the electric tingle zapped my ass. After I calmed down I realized it was not painful, but it was frightening enough to figuratively scare the shit out of me. I could imagine the potential pain. The plug emitted a small electrical shock in a slow pulse. It was actually quite pleasant.
Just as I was adjusting to the rhythm a powerful charge grabbed my balls and dropped me to the floor. This one hurt and I started to yell, but held it back for fear of punishment. The shock was almost more than I could bear, but somehow I maintained control. To quit was to admit defeat and lose Linda forever.
"Did that last one get your attention?" Linda said. "I control when and how strong a shock you receive. Failure to do right will result in writhing on the floor. Oh Jim, if you think that was severe pain you ain't seen anything yet."
Linda, in every imaginable way had me by the balls. She controlled everything; my world, even my very existence. She could give me exquisite pleasure or excruciating pain. If I wanted her I must submit and obey. I wondered if this was how she envisioned our lives after the Day.
For the most part the shocks are not bad. I bear them and do my assigned work. Occasionally, a hard charge to the cock ring knocks me to the floor. Sometimes it is because I don't perform my task to Linda's expectation, but other times it is purely for her amusement.
In the late afternoon Linda directed me to go shower and take a nap. Again she reminded me of the consequence should I either remove the plug or masturbate. I was past that point, and was just thankful for the hot shower as it caressed my body. Clean and relaxed I was able to immediately slip into a deep, restful sleep. In retrospect I fell asleep a little too fast and too deep.
"Jim! Jim, wake up." I heard Linda say. "Jim you will wake up right now. What is wrong? I gave him the antidote?"
A new and very sexy female voice said; "He is okay. Just give him a minute." "Jim, it is time to wake up. You have worked hard today, but now it is time for fun and games."
My head was a bit foggy, and the blindfold was in place over my eyes. I was lying on something hard, with my extremities stretched, tied, and unable to move. I was no longer in bed, and I was naked. I was at the complete mercy of Linda and her associates.
Ms. Sexy voice spoke, "You are a hairy bastard Jim, but we are going to fix that. Think about it, if you want to share your life with Linda this is the last time you will ever feel any hair on your body below the neck. Nod if you consent." As every time before I nodded yes.