Job at the Museum 2

Author: trekker
Title: Job at the Museum (2)
Date: 16 December 2011

I pride myself in keeping my hair short and being unemployed shaving it bald was saving money I would have spent at my barber.

The barber entered the room. Although he too was dressed as our escorts I recognized him, and he recognized me. He is my regular barber. “5476MW” he growls in his authorizing voice, “your hair is cut to the parameters for the exhibit, but I don’t want you to miss out my special chair. Come sit."

Trusting him and not knowing what he meant in “special chair” I sit comfortably in the chair.

“Now” he says “since 5476MW has so trustingly my request to sit in my chair, he will demonstrate what you all will experience.” One of the escorts straps me into the chair, an adjustable collar goes around my neck, and it is secured to the headrest. Although the collar as of now is loose around my neck moving my head side is not possible. Over the shoulders cross my chest to my waist straps were secured. A waist belt above the genitals was also secured. My arms were secured to the arm rests and my legs to the footrest.

“Now if any of you yahoos think this hair cut is going to be a ride in the park, well you are wrong. The minimal time if you follow orders and don’t make a mess, you’ll be in this chair for five minutes. Now 5476MW the only thing I need to do to you is shave you genital area.”

Never having the thoughts of shaving down there I was shocked. Literally! In the cushioning of the chair were wires administering random shocks. I try to scream in pain; before a sound escapes the collar tightens around my neck leaving me gasping for air.

“Disobey an order or make any sound, and the collar will tighten to first prevent you from breathing” the barber says as my face starts to turn a shade of blue before the collar slightly loosens its grip.” I gasp for what air the collar is permitting me to breath. Not realizing being choked I shot a load of cum.

“Now see how happy 5476MW is to demonstrate the chair he left something for all sit in” the barber says. He shaves me and after at least five minutes of pure hellish pain I’m released from the chair. As the arms get released I try to rub my neck but get handcuffed, behind my back. With all the pain I felt I was surprised I held my enema.

I was escorted into the next room; I was behind a glass wall that separated it off from the barber shop. I could see out, but they could not see me. There is drain in the floor and my butt plug is pulled. As the plug came out I expelled the enema.