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I made another visit to the Compound and the fabulous Irene Boss. Shortly after I rang the door bell, I heard her come down the steps wearing one of my favorite outfits, a revealing black leather top that shows off her considerable charms. She peered through the small window in the door and gave me a very sweet smile, one which I knew foretold an evening of great enjoyment for me. After a brief hello, I was instructed to pull my shirt out of my pants and hold it up above my shoulders so she could attach her new bipolar nipple clamps to my needy nipples. She (and I) especially likes these since they have stronger connections to their wires, which allow them to be pulled with considerable force. That’s exactly what she did in escorting me up the two flights of stairs to the school room. I was instructed to strip, which I did in spite of the distractions she caused pulling on the wires at all the most (in)opportune times. But somehow I succeeded and off we went to the black room. Once there, I was instructed to recline on a comfortable chaise lounge which is shaped to fit a reclining body. I was very comfortable, for now, lying on the black mat covering the strong metal frame. The wires were then attached to a PES box and the very sharp stings started up, increasing in intensity slowly but inexorably. I guess Irene thought I might try to get away (fat chance) so she took out half a dozen black nylon tie-downs and wrapped each of them around me and under the lounge. I was trapped. But that just wasn’t enough since my legs were still free to move, so she also took out two broad leather belts and tied them the same way around my legs. Still not satisfied, she took two smaller belts and wrapped them around my wrists and then around the frame of the lounge. I could move my head a few inches but nothing else was moving even an inch. I was one bound up and immobile subbie.

Now it was time to try out her two latest electro boxes, one from China and the other from Ireland. She must already have more electro boxes than anyone and these complete her collection. Anyway, for these she used the sticky pads that adhere to the body. She must have put on a dozen or so each with its own wire, on my chest, all around my cock, and several on my balls. I’ve never been so wired in my whole life, thus the title of this saga. First she used the Chinese box, which gave a real nice wave action, lower then rising in a crescendo higher and higher, then off, then crescendoing, etc. Of course the PES box was doing its thing all along, getting its program changed every so often by the Boss. She also rearranged the nipple clamps every so often so that they attached at different angles. I guess I was doing well, because Irene decided it was time to give me a treat. She stepped one foot over the lounge, straddled it and backed up and presented her magnificent ass for me to kiss. This I did with great enthusiasm (of course). I think she liked it because she kept moving around and presenting even more of her ass for me to kiss. Who was I to deny her requests? I kissed and kissed. I think I even nuzzled a time or two, but who can tell. Anyway, a little more playing with the programs, puling on the attached wires and seeing my reactions to them and we were done with that part of the session. That’s one of the great things about Irene, she always does at least two or three entirely different things in each session. I never get bored, that’s for sure, and the action is a mile a minute the whole time.

The straps were easy to get off, since they were the quick release type, so I was out and on my feet in a minute or two. All the wires were still attached so I had to be careful not to step or pull on them. I stand still while soft leather restraints were placed on each wrist. I was then told to approach the leather sling and back my way into it so that my ass was hanging off the end. The leather wrist cuffs were then attached to the hanging chains and restraints on my ankles were connected to similar chains holding up the bottom end of the sling. I guess my ass did not make an exposed enough target so I was instructed to extend it further off the end of the sling. Having taken a trip to China, it was now time to visit Ireland. To prove that this box was genuine Irish, Irene got it to play an Irish tune by pushing on of the buttons. Then it was time to wire up to this box. That was accomplished in short order and the box was turned on. The first blast from the new box got a swift and sudden rise out of me, as I arched my back and raised at least a foot off the sling. Yowee!!! When I came down, I realized I had moved at least a foot back off the end of the sling. I think Irene took pity on me so she helped me move my whole body a couple of feet toward her and position my ass back off of the end of the sling. She’s strong! Now the box was turned back on and programs selected, varied all to give me the effects. Somewhere about here I started getting a good sweat. But Irene had several new straps to try out, so of course we did. I don’t know exactly what they were but they were shaped like tawses. At least one was made of a hard plastic material that added to the effect. In the midst of my treatment, Irene decided I was able to anticipate the blows and thought they would be more effective if she took away my vision so I couldn’t see what was coming. She added a pair of comfortable but totally effective blindfolds. The straps stung really good and my sweat increased to a torrent. That was too much for the stick-on pads so those were easily removed and I got some relief from the electro. Never one to leave my nipples unattended however, Irene went to her vast store of clips, clamps and other hurty things, and took out some rubber tipped surgical forceps. I’ve experienced some before but this pair must be new to me. They weren’t large but they squeezed so tightly I almost couldn’t handle them. I’m afraid what happened next gets quite blurred in my memory but I can assure you that I came away satisfied, impressed as always, and ever eager to see the wonderful Irene Boss again at my next opportunity.

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