I’m sitting here in front of the computer and I’m scared
stiff. I’m not at home right now. I’m at
Mike the Hardware Guy’s place. He’s in
the kitchen right now, making me a drink of water and letting the anticipation
get to me. I admit that I wasn’t really
prepared for what he would come up with, and the diabolical nature of it
frightens me. It doesn’t look like much,
at least not that you’d really notice.
It’s all wrapped up nice and neat in a vinyl covered seat cushion. Except for the odd bump at the front and the
two very exposed little metal nodules, you’d think it was a normal seat
cushion.
Sitting on it, like I am now, doesn’t hurt. But that’s because it isn’t on. Mike said he wanted to give me some time to
ruminate, to place my thoughts on paper, or the computer as the case may be,
before we turn it on. He showed me how
it worked though, even gave me a brief demonstration. It is battery operated of course, but the
amount of electricity that flows through it is still pretty scary. He turned it on, holding the cushion in his
hands, and told me to lay my finger across the two metal bumps.
I was expecting the shock, but I jerked my hand away. It hurt.
Not terribly, but enough to make you not want to touch the damn thing
again. I’m still trying to wrap my brain
around the fact that I’m sitting here naked, with my clitoris pressed up
against those two metal barbs. Even with
the cushion “off”, I’m still sweating.
Mike explained that it was nothing more than a discipline
collar meant for a dog. Dog owners actually zap their dogs with this? My
God! What is wrong with you people? He described in quite loving detail how he
changed the input on the zapper so that rather than having it go off when I
crossed some invisible line on the lawn, it would go off if I shifted my
weight, specifically if I tightened my buttocks and thrust my hips forward, as
if I were fucking something. That just
seems wrong.
He’s back now. With
my water. He says it’s time to turn it
on.
***
I’m not sure I can do this.
I don’t dare move. It’s affecting
my typing too. More typos of course, but
I’m distracted to the point of *SHIT*
DAMN! Owww! Oh God.
It’s terrible! When I shift my
hips, it activates the zapper and I feel the shock right on my clit. It’s painful, like a sharp pinch. But that’s not the worst thing! My body responds by jerking back, and then I
jerk forward again, activating the damn thing a second time! Then a third!
Until I consciously think “STOP YOU CRAZY BITCH!” My lip is trembling and Mike is sitting on
the bed, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, enjoying every second of this.
Ugghhh… Sorry. Had to
deal with another round. The pain hasn’t
lessened at all, but I think I can deal with it. The big thing is to remember not to
thrust. What really scares me now is the
thought of having the vibroballs in me while sitting on this. What if they were on high? What if I were extremely sexually excited? What if I WANTED to thrust? If…
FUCK! DAMN THIS
FUCKING THING! GOD THAT FUCKING
HURTS! Please? Please can I get off it? Mike says no. To keep typing. To think beyond the pain. I’m not sure I can. It’s this sharp pin going through my clit and…
AAAHHHHH. OWwww… Owww… please no! Not …. Owwwwwwwwww.
***
Mike says that maybe he needs to reduce the charge. I’m not sure how he’s going to do that. He said something about a resistor, but I’m
not sure what that means. I’m hardly
going to resist. But my clit feels like
I’ve fried it. He’s getting out the
second cushion, the other one he made. I’m
not feeling confident at this point. Oh
look. It’s a prism. At least I know how this will feel.
I think that Breanne needs a mobile shocker. She should have to go to the pet store to get the harshest one and explain to an attendant why she needs it.
ReplyDeleteDan, I suggested four more, two left intact that could be used to bind her breasts, two that could be taken apart & placed in her panties or better yet, a chastity belt, one on her clit, one on her anus. Have Mike set up a course in his backyard that she has to walk through, see how many shocks she gets.
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