I was sitting at home watching TV one evening when Kim gave me one of her famous, or is it infamous, "honey do" lists, a list of things she wanted me to do when I got the chance to get to. There were several things on the list, items such as fix the lawn mower, clean the gutters, and others. She also wanted me to fix the ceiling fan in the bedroom. It had mysteriously stopped working a few weeks ago and with the weather as hot as it was, we needed that ceiling fan, especially when we had one of our marathon fuck sessions.
I chastised myself for not getting to it before she had to ask, so I resolved to get it fixed as soon as I could. I knew I would need a few items, so I went to the local Lowes to get some electrical pliers and some wire nuts. I hoped we didn't need to replace it, but I checked on the prices of the models Lowes carried to get an idea of how much it could cost just in case. After I got what I needed, I walked to the front of the store to check out, passing by the section where they had loose stocks of ropes and I had to chuckle to myself. We had always joked about "going to Lowes for rope" for a bondage session, but for some reason, we never had gotten around to it yet.
I went to the register and paid for the items and I was feeling good because of the rope memory, and I drove home. All the way home, I was thinking of ways I could tie Kim up and how I could take advantage of the positions she was tied, and I was starting to feel really frisky. I arrived at the house and had a pretty large erection, but I had a job to do, so I would have to forego any desire to use my erection for our mutual satisfaction.
I grabbed a step ladder and pulled the housing off the ceiling fan so I can look at and check the wiring to make sure nothing simply came apart. The house was an older house, and the plastic insulation on the wires throughout the house had become brittle. It wasn't a problem in most places, but a ceiling fan tends to vibrate and wreak havoc on the old plastic insulation. I hoped it hadn't shorted out and burnt the wiring so I would have to pull down part of the ceiling to replace it, but it didn't look to bad and did not look like that was the problem. I grabbed the hot wire and went to twist the wire nut to make sure it wasn't just loose. The wire nut crumbled in my fingers and I was suddenly touching the hot wire. Not a good thing to happen because I had not turned off the power yet. The power surged through my fingers and I was instantly knocked off the ladder and fortunately fell on the bed.
It must have rendered me unconscious for a few minutes, because the next thing I knew, Kim was standing over me yell at me to see if I was ok. I looked around a little disoriented to get my bearings. My finger hurt a little and I had a large headache, but other than that, I was fine. Kim was asking me if I wanted to go to the hospital to make sure I was alright, but I assured her I was and I needed to remember to turn the power off before I continued.
I went to the breaker panel and turned off the break switch to the bedroom. I then went back to the bedroom and used a meter to make sure that the power was off on the ceiling fan. I told Kim to go get a flashlight and hold it while I checked to make sure that it was off. After confirming this, I told Kim that she was going to have to hold the flashlight so I could see what I was doing, while I again attempted to repair the fan. As it turns out, it was just that wire nut and after replacing it, I checked the other two and made sure they weren't bad as well. They seemed fine, so I tightened them some and turned the power back on.
