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Borrowed
(Miranda Birch)

I was on my hands and knees weeding the patio flag-stones (with a bloody kitchen fork!) when I felt the tingle in my genitals. The heavy iron chastity restrainer that was padlocked securely about my cock not only effectively prevented any sexual release (and I mean any): it doubled as a electro-shock device, which my owner, Miss Parker, used to summon me. The shocks were graded, each with a slightly different level of voltage. They ranged from barely sensible through a bit uncomfortable and 'you felt that alright' to sheer agony. There were handsets left conveniently placed in each room, each set to deliver the shock keyed to that room. All the so-keyed shocks were in the lower levels, more tingles than anything else. She had demonstrated all the levels on the day I was fitted with it. From that time on, I had been punished every time I made a mistake in figuring out which shock belonged to which room. The punishment was a maximum-level shock, and then a caning on top. I had quickly learned which tingle belonged to which room! It was weird, but I felt pathetically grateful that the shock levels for the rooms were all so low. She could easily have made each and every one of them painful. What could I have done to stop her? 



And now she was summoning me from the living room. I hurried into the house and into the living room, came to a sudden halt a few feet from her chair, and adopted the required posture: ram-rod straight, hands at my sides, feet together, head up and staring straight ahead -- very careful however not to stare at her. 



She kept me waiting, as usual, quite as though she had not even heard me come in. After a while, still without looking at me, she carefully ennounced, in that cut-crystal voice of hers, as though talking to herself: 



"I've decided to whore you out, boy." 



What?! Whore me out? After the first shock, I realised that I had no idea what she really meant by that. I was bit long in the tooth to be a rent-boy. Surely she...? I felt it best to keep silent, since I did not know what to say. 



"What do you think about that? Hmmm?" 



She looked at me for the first time. My eyes flickered towards her, then away. I saw a faint smirk on her face. 



"I...I..."