For the first time that day, I truly panicked. When he opened the door that said ELECTROTHERAPY and I saw what was in the room I freaked out. Sitting in the center of the room was a large wooden chair adorned with leather straps. I don't know if it was actually the medieval-looking chair or just the culmination of a painful and humiliating day but I broke away from the guard and started to run. I didn't know where I was going to go but I felt I had to get away from that chair. At that point, I was pretty sure they were going to kill me.
It took about two seconds for the guard to grab me around the chest and throw me to the floor. the chain around my crotch drove up into me as I fell and immediately pain radiated between my legs. When I looked up, he was standing above me with his baton out. I watched as the two metal points and the end of the weapon pressed into my stomach. There was a crackling sound followed by the most horrible jolt. Had I been standing I'm sure it would have knocked me down.
"Ahh! Shit! Fuck!" I screamed.
The guard leaned down and pulled me to my feet. My legs felt like they weren't going to hold me but miraculously they did. When I was finally steady on my feet he said, "OK we are going to try this again. This thing I hit you with is a taser and I will use it again if I have to. You now know that you won't like it."
The door had swung closed and again I was staring at the sign that said ELECTROTHERAPY. As he opened the door I made a point of not looking at the big wooden chair that took up much of the room. Instead, I focused on the young woman who was about my age, with a name tag that said Akeem Ishola, and under it, Corrections Officer. My first thought was that she was beautiful. Akeem was about my height and thin like me. She had darker skin which unlike mine was natural, not tanned. She also had a warm smile and seemed pleased to see me. My second thought was that this little bitch was going to hurt me. I was quite conflicted.
Once inside, the male guard removed my handcuffs and chains. He was careful not to touch my crotch this time. Perhaps it was because he was in the presence of a young woman who would probably have a problem with that kind of behavior.
The first thing Akeem did was have me read a prepared statement into a camera. When she started taping I was immediately reminded of my nakedness. When I tried to cover myself, Akeem told me to put my hands down. She then politely said that the camera would only record me from the shoulders up and wouldn't show my breasts. I liked Akeem Ishola.
I can't recall exactly what I said to the camera but I certified that I hadn't done any drugs or taken medication on the last day. I also had to say that I was here for corporal punishment. I remember that part because the words stuck in my throat and I couldn't get them out, causing us to re-record the whole thing. Akeem was very pleasant about my difficulties, saying that it happens all the time.
Once I was finished she read something to me about the fact that under some statute she was authorized to electrocute my tits. Well, it was more like, she was authorized to perform state-sanctioned electrotherapy on my breasts. Either way, it sounded fucking scary and I was frightened by what she said.
I did notice that she carried the same baton that the guard shocked me with earlier so I decided not to give her any trouble.
"Ok then," she said. "I'm Officer Ishola and I am here to perform your punishment today." She went on to talk about how she wanted to treat me fairly and pleasantly and asked that I comply with her orders so we could get this over with quickly. She then asked if I was OK with this.
"Yes," I replied. "I am a little scared though." A little scared? HA! I was petrified. However, Officer Ashoka was so pleasant about it and that was calming.
Well, I was calmer until she took me over to face that damn chair again. She told me to sit. I didn't. I couldn't move. I just stared at the wooden piece of furniture that held restraints and wires.
"No," I said still staring at the chair.
She took my head and turned it to focus on my face. She was only inches away from me. She looked deep into my eyes, and said quietly, "Come on, let's get this done." I melted a bit looking into her dark brown eyes. I wanted to comply but I couldn't move. Something about this corrections officer excited me. I have never been one to be physically attracted to girls but she was making me hot. Maybe the fact that I was naked played into it but mostly it was something about her. I looked down to my crotch hoping no wetness was showing.
She turned my back to the chair and said, "Please sit down." It was polite but it was also a command. I knew I had to sit or face some consequences which would probably mean being struck by the electric baton again. I sat.
She had me push against the back of the chair and then started buckling the restraints around me. She kept touching my skin as she secured me and it excited me even more. She was very professional and did not come close to my breasts or my pussy. I wanted her to take her hands and place them on my tits. I knew that sooner or later she would have to get closer to them as my breasts were the target of the punishment.
Once I was fully secured, she asked, "How are you doing?"
"I'm really scared. I'm freaking out here."
"That is normal," she responded. "Look, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt and it will hurt for a while after your punishment is over but the hurt will go away and there will be no long-term effects." Her words didn't make me feel any better but I loved listening to her voice.
"I do have some good news," she continued. "Your collar gets to come off now"
I had actually forgotten about my collar. It had controlled my life for six days but today's events overshadowed it. I was happy to have it removed.
"The bad news is," she went on "the collar will be replaced by this head cage." She showed me the contraption that was going to cover most of my head. While it looked horrendously uncomfortable, the fact that the collar was about to come off was of more interest.
I watched as Akeem pulled out a key from behind her and leaned in toward me. I could smell her scent as her hands went behind my neck. With a loud click, the collar sprung open and I felt the skin on my neck come back to life. I breathed a sigh of relief as I moved my neck around for the first time in a week.
Akeem went back to work prepping me for my punishment by attaching sticky electrodes below and above my breasts. Every time she touched me I couldn't help but take a deep breath. I don't know if it was her touch or the very cold gel she was using. Probably both.
She then attached a strap just under my breasts explaining that it had four electrodes under each breast that would apply some of the shocks to my body. The strap was uncomfortably tight and when I asked if it could be loosened she apologetically said that it couldn't. Looking down at myself I couldn't help but notice that the tight strap pushed my breasts up making them look just a little bit bigger. Akeem seem to notice that too as she stood back and looked at me.
She then pulled out another gel. "This compound will make your nipples erect. It will sting a bit."
