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Little Lightning Bolts v. Rayne’s Clit

Capture“No, I’m not getting this out to play with you,” he said, as he moved the stack of erotica off the Neon Wand box, and took off his wedding ring.

“No fair!” I yelled, as I continued to go about my business.

“Why would I try it on you first? That’s dumb,” he retorted.

“You’re such a good dom,” I said, rather patronizingly. Master tries everything first. Video games, books, cooking some new recipe we’ve found…he sees it as his right as the master. I suppose he’s right, but I don’t have to be happy about it.

If you’re about to say I should be happy if he’s happy, just stfu. I know you know I know this.

“Well, if I’m going to cause excruciating pain,” he said, “I want it to be intentional.”

Gee, I thought as I watched him run the toy up and down his arms and legs. Thanks.

“There’s nothing here you can’t handle,” he said, and I smiled. It’s pretty amazing being known so well that he even knows my pain tolerance.

It’s pretty amazing that I was able to let my guard down so far that he was able to get to know me that well.

This is where I slipped up. I allowed myself to believe his, “I’m not gonna play with you,” bullshit. So when he was all, “Take your metal off, so we can test the Power Tripper,” I was all, “Oh no big, he’s gonna touch me a couple times, and then we’re gonna go watch college ball.”

So I started taking my metal off. Slowly. I took the opportunity to soak my tongue ring and earrings and clean my Eternity Collar. I dropped my wedding and Christmas rings onto the chain of M’s necklace (that I’ve worn pretty much the entire time we’ve been together), and then I stood there a minute trying to make sure I’d taken it all off.

When I walked into the bedroom, I understood why he allowed me to go so slow. Master had laid the toys he wanted to use out on the Cocoon, and was rifling through the suitcase that holds the toys we don’t use (pretty much ever) to see if he could find “the good blindfold” and some wrist and ankle cuffs that weren’t made with metal attached.

He asked me where “the good blindfold” was, and I honestly couldn’t remember a “good” blindfold. Most blindfolds leave gaps around my nose and cheeks, and I can see. I told him it was in the suitcase, anyway, and was pleased to find out I was right. Apparently, the good blindfold is made with a thick roll of cushion that presses against the cheeks and the bridge of the nose, blocking my ability to peek out the bottom. When he velcroed it to my head, and asked if I could see, I realized he planned to do much more than just touch me a few times and go watch college ball.

He tossed the cuffs that match the good blindfold and another pair that are hot pink (yeah, I don’t know, either) on the bed, and told me to put them on. I lay down in the middle of the bed, and just as I was trying to figure out how he was going to attach plastic clips to the Under the Bed Restraints System, I felt him threading rope through them.

Well, that solves that, I thought, as I laid there in the dark.

I felt the mood change the second my back hit the mattress. From lighthearted to serious. It got a little darker when Master yanked the rope tight on my first wrist. As he walked around the bed, securing me in place, it was obvious he was pulling rank, and I had better pay the fuck attention.

It’s really hard to pay the fuck attention when your limbs are tied to the bed, and all of your most tender bits are out there on display. Even if Master is the only person looking at them. Maybe especially if Master is the only one looking at them.

“Is that your pussy I smell, cunt?”

“Yes, Master,” I breathed, wishing for the gag that he almost never uses anymore. When I’m gagged, I never have to manage anything more than a grunt here and there.

He stuffed his fingers inside, testing me.

I tried to focus my thoughts on him; on what he was doing. I tried to quiet my mind. All I could think was, “This is gonna hurt.”

Which he happily confirmed.

“I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled in my ear. And then the cane came down on my breast. Or maybe it was the belt? He used both, and I don’t remember in which order. I was halfway to lala land when he pulled the rope tight around my neck.

“Gotta have something around your neck, since you can’t wear your collar, don’t you think, cunt?”

What else do you say to a man with rope around your neck but, “Yes, Master”?

Bondage always trips that trigger that allows me to let go and drift. Must be something about being helpless.

He whipped me hard and fast, throwing warm-up out the window. The strokes traveled from my breasts to my pussy to the tops of my thighs and back again.

“Keep those fucking legs open,” he said, as he pushed my thighs further apart, frustrated that I could close them.

He knows where my boundaries are. What kind of pain is too much. How long he can whip me before I need a break. And he pushed it with every round of blows.

He knows what my fears are. How badly the idea of an impact toy coming at my face freaks me out. So he intentionally brought the belt down on my cheek a few times. Oddly enough, not being able to see it made it less scary. No less painful and humiliating, though. Which, of course, only wet my pussy.

Almost as soon as he’d started whipping me, he stopped. He wasn’t even really interested in the whipping. His cock got hard, but it seemed like warm up. Like he thought maybe jumping into the main event would be too much for me.

When he pulled out the Neon Wand, I heard it. It snapped and crackled as he ran it over his own skin a couple times before applying it to mine.

Then I felt it. Barely there, at first. The whisper of a static shock, as if I’d dragged my feet on the carpet and touched the doorknob. And then it felt like needles stabbing into the bits he was shocking. Then it started to burn. Not as much as a cigarette touching the skin, but close to a cigarette being held a little bit off the skin. And I got wetter.

This time, he tested that by stuffing his cock in me. He alternated between fucking me and zapping various places from tongue to toes. He’d only let me put my tongue back in my mouth when it began to twitch uncontrollably.

“Good girl,” he murmured, as he trapped my tongue with his mouth. “Good girl holding your tongue out for me.”

Master untied one of my legs and shoved it up to my chest. He rammed his cock deep inside until he came. Then, he untied my left wrist and told me to get myself off. It was just one more way for him to challenge me. I’m a righty and I have trouble getting off with my left hand.

He took great pleasure in shocking me, describing his favorite part as “sending tiny lightning bolts into your clit.”Β When it was finished, he untied me, and said, “We’re going to have to dedicate a whole hour to the Power Tripper. That thing is so cool!

Ever since, I’ve had visions of “little lightning bolts” shooting from his fingers to my clit. He keeps reminding me he’s going to finish what he started. He was lamenting his inability to tie me down tight enough to keep me from closing my legs. I helpfully suggested that he start with my knees. I’m such a good slave.

  1. Camryn
    September 24th, 2013 at 09:17 | #1

    Yeah, that level of intimacy and trust can’t be real *snickers*
    I like thinking about your altered state of mind while these sorts of things are going on. It’s incredibly intriuging to me for some reason. It is amazing that he knows your body so well, even being able to manipulate your fears to turn you on. Not sure what this says about me, but it’s not the implements used that frighten me, it’s the roles in which they are used. I still think giving someone so much power over me is frightening, but there’s clearly someghing wonderful occuring.
    Also, how perfect is the name Power Tripper? *laughs*

  2. September 26th, 2013 at 13:44 | #2

    @ Camryn Lol. You got me. This whole blog is a lie. My parents are going to be so disappointed when they find out I’ve been lying to the whole Internet all this time.

    When you say it’s not the implements but the roles, do you mean you’d be more comfortable with the SM without the M/s dynamic?

    Giving someone that much power over you should be frightening. Just frightening enough that you don’t do it on a whim, but not frightening enough to keep you from doing it. It’s dangerous. Especially if you don’t know the person.

    And I know, right? I love it. The folks over at Stockroom are brilliant.

  3. Camryn
    September 26th, 2013 at 15:51 | #3

    That’s exactly right. Floggers, electro-stim sets, and restraints are fairly neutral in my eyes, but the power dynamic of the relationship concerns me. Not concern for you two-I know that’s what you both want and it’s none of my beeswax-more like a sense of discomfort/displeasure when I picture myself in the scene. My discomfort lies with the power play, not the pain.
    I understand that, but I feel like my fear goes beyond normal caution. I’d be downright suspicious of anyone that approached to be their submissive at the moment, and I’m working out why before I go any further down the rabbit hole *smiles*
    They are! I never wanted a latex dress until I explored their site. Seductive, that’s what they are πŸ˜›

  4. September 28th, 2013 at 10:28 | #4

    @ Camryn Well, you don’t have to be submissive to bottom, and you don’t have to be dominant to top. There is such a thing as a bondage scene without power play. But it sounds to me like you’re just as intrigued by the power play as you are put off by it. Keep exploring. If it’s something you want to try, you’ll find your niche. πŸ™‚

  5. October 5th, 2013 at 17:44 | #5

    *chuckle* That was such a delight to read – what a truly horrible Master you have! In the best way, you know…

    xx Dee

  6. OKCsquirtfan
    October 28th, 2013 at 21:36 | #6

    Even as fiction that is a good story.

  7. October 29th, 2013 at 16:37 | #7

    @ OKCsquirtfan I don’t understand what you mean. This isn’t fiction. It was quite fun. I’m hoping to think ahead next time and set the camera up on a tripod and get some pictures.

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