I tried to turn my head to beg her not to do this but I could not move. It was as she had claimed; I could not look anywhere but straight ahead.
Her hand pushed the centre of my back, just below my bound arms.
'Bend over!'
My protests were reduced to grunts and her hand pressed more firmly.
'Do you want some voltage?'
Trembling with fear and growing humiliation, I reluctantly bent forward.
Shamefully, I felt her push something into my anus. It wasn't large and ceased penetrating once it was inside the entrance.
'That's a good boy. Now stand up.'
She buckled something to the straps that bound my arms in their painful position and I felt something sharp tug at my anus.
'I've put a small hook in your arse,' she said in that lofty British accent, 'and connected it to your arms. If you
