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In which His Inner Sadist comes out to play

17 Tuesday Sep 2013

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“Come here,” he orders, “and take your clothes off.”

I obey quickly. Now I am naked, and he is dressed, and I feel a shiver go through me that has nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

“Kneel,” he commands.

I quickly assume the position, and he pulls my head toward his crotch and rubs my face against his hard cock. It makes me happy that he gets just as turned on from dominating me as I do from being dominated, and I hum a little while I nuzzle him.

After a trip to the toy cabinet he sits again, holding my collar. I lean forward so he can fasten it around my neck, and I start to relax; warmth starts building inside me. Then he tilts my chin up to put on my blindfold, and I meet his eyes for a moment, and smile. The act of him putting it on, of taking away my sight, always pushes me toward subspace, makes it easier somehow for me to stop thinking, to just feel and react and submit.

I start to feel a little floaty.

He fastens my leash to the ring on my collar, and I get floatier. God, I love that leash. “Wrist,” he says, and I lift my left hand for him to fasten the cuff—and suddenly, kneeling there on the floor, wearing my collar and my leash, I feel like a puppy lifting her paw. And although I have no interest in puppy play, still, this makes me feel giggly and happy, and I laugh while he fastens all my cuffs in place.

He pulls my leash, until I crawl up and across the bed. He fastens my leash to the bed, then clips ropes to my wrist cuffs. As he goes to fasten my ankles, he pauses.

“How did you get those bruises on your leg?”

“I have no idea,” I say, “I just noticed them this morning. I probably ran into something,” which is a common occurrence for me.

“Hmm,” he says, and fastens my ankle cuffs to the ropes.

I’m already so turned on that I’m close to dripping, and my happiness level is skyrocketing. I stay in position, kneeling on all fours, happy little sub, waiting to see what will come next.

WHACK! is what comes next.

“Ouch!” I yell, then laugh, because it didn’t really hurt, it just surprised me.

“That’s for not taking care of yourself,” he says sternly.

“Thank you, Sir!” I answer. Then: “You love me,” happily. It strikes me as slightly absurd that he is expressing his love and concern about my well-being by whacking me, and that I am happy about it. This is a strange life sometimes.

He swats me a few more times, then hits me with my be-hatted ping-pong paddle (yes, I bought a hat for it, it’s soft and snuggly and it makes the paddle thud instead of sting, and I love it very much, even if it does have a dingle-ball on top 😀 ). It feels so good, and I moan and push my rump back toward him, asking for more.

“I think I could hit you with this all night, and you wouldn’t complain.”

I make a happy little sound of agreement.

“But what fun would that be?” he asks rhetorically, and swats me again–with the bare paddle. I screech—damn, that hurts!–and he chuckles.

That should have been my first warning.

“I don’t know why we even have this,” he muses, and hits my ass with something stingy, “this mini-flogger with the leather tails, we never use it. I know why we have THIS, though,” he says, and I hear a CRACK! as a line of fire flares across my ass. I yowl in earnest, then whimper and wiggle a few times, waiting for the pain to die down.

“I so need to get rid of that fucking crop!” I gasp when I can breathe again.

“You’re not allowed to get rid of it,” he says smugly, “I like it.”

He beats me with other implements of destruction for a few minutes. My ass is getting warm, and everything is starting to feel more like pleasure and less like pain. I pout when he stops.

Then I hear it the sound of a dial, and I smell ozone.

“Oh, shit!” I say, with real feeling. I love my violet wand, I do, but I also hate it, because he can **zzaaapp** me like nobody’s business with that thing.

He starts out slow, though, and I settle in and enjoy the lovely, light electrical charge against my skin.

“Well, that’s obviously not high enough,” he says, and turns the dial up. It’s a little stronger, but still bearable, and he is disappointed, because he wants to hear me yip. So he cranks it up again and I can hear it whirring, and I know this time, this time, it’s gonna hurt.

“No no no no no no no no no no!” I wail, not even waiting to feel it. He chuckles–an evil, evil chuckle–and zaps my cunt with a full charge.

I howl, I mean really HOWL, and try to flatten myself against the bed, but he just chuckles again, and starts working me over. Damn this blindfold, I can’t see where he is and I don’t know where he’s going to get me next until ZZAAAPP! and I scream again.

“Up,” he says, tapping under my rib cage. “Noooo,” I whimper, because I know what’s coming. “Up!” he says again, and this time there is no missing the command. I lever myself up reluctantly, and he grabs my breast, holds it still, then ZZAAAAPPP!!! right on the nipple. I scream–the kind of scream that, if we lived in the city, would probably result in multiple 911 calls. It takes me a few seconds to catch my breath, and I think “Okay, that hurt, but it can’t get any worse than that.”

He lets the wand build up another good charge, I brace myself–

And then he lets his Inner Sadist come out to play

Oh. My. God.

OH MY GOD!

Molten fire runs up my leg, across my back, and down the other side again. It is pain like I have never felt. I screech, buck, struggle to get away, but I’m trapped. The wand has never felt like this before, and I wonder what he’s doing different, but when he does it again, I stop thinking.

Finally he stops to let me catch my breath.

“What are you DOING to me??” I demand.

“Well,” he says, “you keep saying you want me to use the wheel on you.”

“That’s the WHEEL?” I ask in disbelief. “What are you doing to make it feel like that??”

He chuckles, and I gasp as he puts another stripe of fire across my ass, right where the crop hit me.

“You said you wanted to try using it with the wand,” he says, in an oh-so-matter-of-fact voice.

Well, wait a minute. I mean, I’ve used that thing on myself, with the wand, and it NEVER felt like this. Before I can gather my thoughts enough to ask another question, though, he leans over and runs it up my ribs, across my breast, and over my nipple.

I jump, and give another horror-movie-worthy scream.

“Don’t move!” he orders sharply. “You’re going to get hurt if you move.”

Going to get hurt? GOING to get hurt? What do you call this, then??

“I don’t understand,” I wail. “It’s never felt like this before!”

No answer, he just keeps running it across my breasts and nipples, down my stomach, across my labia, back up again. Back to the legs, up my back, around the front again, over and over. I am yipping and kee-kee-kee-ing, running through my entire repertoire of “Fuck that hurts!” noises, and trying so hard to stay still.

He goes back to my nipples, lingering there for awhile. My poor nipples are never going to be the same, I think sadly to myself. Then around the back side, down to my anus, and–holy shit, if I thought my nipples were sensitive, they have nothing on my asshole. I struggle to stay still, scared of what those sharp, electrified spines will do to my ass if I move wrong.

“Don’t move,” he says again, and runs it up my labia from the back, up to my pubes, then back down the center line, and across my hard clit.

At this point I discover that I can scream much, much louder than I had ever thought possible.

And also that I can not keep myself still under this type of assault.

He pulls the wheel away. “I told you not to move!” he reproves me.

“Would you be able to stay still if I was running that thing across your balls and up your cock??” I demand, not really caring that I’m being obstreperous.

“That doesn’t matter,” he says calmly, “because I’m not the one that’s tied up.”

“You’re a sadist!” I screech. “I don’t care whether you like that term or not, you are an absolute SADIST!!”

And he chuckles. The bastard CHUCKLES.

I growl.

Then I feel his hand on me, stroking my clit, my pussy. I’m hot, and wet, and my clit is hard, and when he pushes his finger up into me and strokes my g-spot I forget to breathe. I push back against him, his hand so warm, his finger hitting just the right spot…and then it’s gone.

I whimper.

Then he’s in front of me, and I can smell him, his familiar, intoxicating scent. He grabs a hand-full of my hair and guides my mouth down to his cock. I pull him into my mouth, hear him groan, and groan back, loving the feel of him in my mouth, the taste, feeling him fuck me deep, into my throat.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

“Mmph,” I say sadly. “What that a ‘no’?” he asks. I nod. “The correct response,” he says sternly, “is ‘if you wish.'”

“Mmph mmph mmph,” I say, which he correctly interprets as “If you wish.”

“Okay,” he says, and pulls away. I blink. Right, I don’t want him to come in my mouth, because I want him to fuck me—but that doesn’t mean I want him to stop now!

Then he’s behind me on the bed, his cock against me. He teases me for a moment, and then slams it home, to the hilt, smack against my cervix…And it is amazing. I’m surprised, every time, at how good it feels when he does this, but this is even better than usual, so good that I see fireworks behind my eyes.

I become aware that I’m making noises, that I’m saying…something…words! I’m saying words!

“God, Daddy, yes, please, so good…so good…Daddy, please, I love you, please!”

He fucks me until he comes, then collapses on my back. I snuffle…I haven’t come, and I really really want to.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He releases my cuffs and pulls me to lay against him, spooning me, stroking my hair, murmuring to me. I shake in his arms, I always shake at some point during scenes, and he keeps talking to me, soothing me, making it okay.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks me quietly.

“You, Sir,” I answer.

“That’s right,” he affirms. “You are MINE. Do you know why you’re mine?”

“No, Sir.”

“You’re mine because I CHOSE you.”

Sometimes he says just exactly the right thing, and this is one of those times. I snuggle back against him, as close as I can get, and rub my face against the arm that’s cradling me.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

We talk for awhile, quietly, about the things that couples talk about in times like this, and after awhile, he says, “Now it’s your turn.”

He turns me onto my back, kisses me lightly, and starts stroking my breasts, rubbing and kneading them. As the good feelings start to spread from my nipples to my clit I spread my legs wide and reach down to touch myself. He keeps playing with me but he’s watching me, too. He likes watching me masturbate for him, and it excites me, and my arousal builds. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feelings we are wringing from my body, my left hand scrabbling at the blankets, needing something to hold onto…he puts it on his cock, which is hardening again. I open my eyes and see him watching me, and it’s so hot, watching him watch me as I play with myself—playing with His wench, His pussy, His cunt—and my arousal skyrockets.

I feel my orgasm building and he murmurs to me, words of encouragement, and then it’s there. Sensation pulses out from my clit to my entire body, my hips jerking in response, and I can feel it to my fingertips and my toes…he runs his fingers over my ribcage and I swear, it feels like I’m coming there too, my skin is so sensitized and responsive, and as it starts dying down I realize I don’t want to stop yet, so I don’t. I keep playing with myself, and he keeps murmuring to me, and the second one comes much quicker, it always does, not as strong but still good. And my body has a pattern—the first orgasm is strong, the second one weaker but still good, and the third one blows me away—longer, stronger, and better. So I go for number three, and he is tugging on my nipples, talking dirty to me, his little slut, his whore, am I going to come for him…I can feel it, it’s so close, I’m not quite there yet, and then he starts counting…

“Five.”

No no no, I shake my head, no, don’t put me on a time limit, it’s too much pressure, I can’t come that way!

“Four.”

No! I shake my head again, and manage to mumble, “No, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Three.”

I feel it getting closer and I think I might actually get there in time….

“Two.”

“Oh god, oh god, yes, Daddy, yes…”

“One.”

And I explode, I come apart, it feels like my clit is three times its normal size. I can feel it pulsing and I feel myself squirting while I come so hard, so so hard, and the fireworks again…

Eventually I remember where I am. I open my eyes and look at him, and I smile.

“Better?” he asks.

“Better,” I confirm, nodding happily.

He smiles. “Good,” he says. “Do you realize that you came on a countdown?”

I nod enthusiastically. “I’ve never been able to do that before!” I say.

“That’s right. But you did great tonight.”

I wiggle, happy that I pleased him.

“That was really hot,” I whisper shyly into his chest.

“Yeah, it was,” he says. He pulls me in against him, and I go to sleep in his arms—happy, exhausted, and satisfied.

His inner sadist can come out to play any time. Any time at all. 🙂

(I love you, Daddy)

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Ooh, Daddy! (Part 2)

10 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by deviant wench in Anal, BDSM, D/s, Kink, S&M, Scene Report, WIITWD

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Ooh, Daddy! (Part 1)

When I get back to the room—feet clean, mind confused—I find Himself sitting, still fully dressed, on the edge of the bed. I stop in the doorway, head bowed, until he calls me to him.

“Strip.”

I pull off my nightgown and stand in front of him. He runs his eyes up and down my naked body, then points to the floor.

“Kneel.” Then, “Take my shoes off.”

This is one of his favorite things, even when we’re not playing. I like it because it makes me feel so submissive to serve my Sir that way. Tonight, it’s easy—Chucks instead of combat boots—and I have them off in no time. When I’m finished, I sit back a bit on my heels, eyes lowered, waiting.

“Give me your arm.”

He fastens one wrist cuff in place, then the other. Next, he motions for me to tilt my head forward. I pull my hair out of the way so he can buckle my collar in place, and feel myself starting to slip away…He tilts my head up and slides the blindfold into place, then releases me.

As I kneel on the floor between his feet I focus on being his toy–his to play with, to enjoy, to use however he wants, to torture if he the fancy strikes him. I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into submission and my pussy throbs, hard, thinking about his power over me.

Without warning, he flicks my nipples and I gasp. My head up, more alert now, I wait…there! Another flick. Several more in quick succession, and I start to moan, but he stops. Dammit! I try not to pout: HIS toy. HIS schedule! My patience is rewarded when he starts to strike my nipples lightly with the crop.

smack smack smack

I can feel my nipples standing at attention as he attacks them from all sides, and I moan and whimper and thrust my breasts out as far as I can. He picks up the pace, putting a little more muscle into it now…It’s starting to hurt just a bit, and I gasp again, rocking a little on my heels but still thrusting my nipples out and up.

I stay In position when he stops, panting, until he pulls me toward him. I’m sure I’m going to get his cock in my mouth—but no, not yet. He crops my ass, back, and shoulders: lightly at first, just brushing my skin really, and I start to feel tingly all over. Then the blows come a little harder and faster, and I can feel my skin warming. He stops for a moment and I focus on the heat suffusing me, spreading from the impact points, waiting for the next strike.

I hear a whoosh, and the heavy flogger thuds into me. I feel it all the way through me, in my pussy, my clit, my nipples. He hits me again, and my pussy clenches in response. I moan through a quick flurry of thuds all over the back of my body.

He pushes me back onto my heels, and flogs my breasts. They’re still warm from the crop and the flogger feels so, so good, even—especially!–on my hard, sensitized nipples I lean into it as much as I can.

“Stand up.”

I peel my eyes open, then remember that I can’t see anything anyway and close them again. Holding onto his legs for support I pull myself upright and sway in front of him.

“Get on the bed.”

I scramble into place, listening to him as he walks around the bed. He tugs me forward a little bit, then clips my leash to my collar. That “snick” makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. I lie down, spread my legs, and lift my ass as high in the air as I can, and relax back into the flogging.

He pauses, and then…

WHACK!

Oh holy fuck, it’s that damn crop again.

[Let me explain something here: I am quite fond of the business end of my crop. You know the slapper, that little piece of leather? The part that’s supposed to make contact with the horse (or sub) flesh? I like that. But the handle, used as a cane, is another thing altogether. That, I hate. Well, I enjoy how it feels AFTER, the endorphin rush, and the spreading heat around the line of impact. But I hate it at the time.

[Does that all make sense? No? Good, ’cause it doesn’t to me either. LOL]

My Sir whacked me hard across the ass with the handle of the crop again. It hurt, I screamed, he chuckled. He did it again, same routine. Then back to flogging, which felt mercifully gentle, and a couple more whacks with the cane with predictable results.

Then, for the second time that night, he noticed my feet.

Oh my holy fucking mother of god.

I can say with certainty that I do not—do NOT—like bastinado. I kicked and screeched and kicked again, fluttering my feet really fast, trying to make it impossible for him to hit them.

Sadly, I did not succeed.

After a few good (??) strikes, he went back to the flogging my ass, then my cunt–gently, with lots of thud and no sting. It completely made up for the cane, and gave me the most delicious feeling in my girly parts.

Some uncertain time later (5 seconds? 2 hours?? who knows, I was floaty) he tugged on my leash and ordered me to the other side of the bed. I heard him unzip and leaned forward, eager to take his cock in my mouth, but he pushed my head to the side.

“Hmm, maybe he wants me to lick his balls first,” I thought dazedly; but when I dipped down toward them he fisted my hair and pulled me back up. His cock nudged my right cheek, so I turned a little, thinking “how on earth could he miss my mouth? It’s not like we haven’t done this before!”

“Be still.”

“Well, OK,” I thought, “you’re the boss, but really, it’s not that hard to hit the tar—-”

Smack!!

Oh!

Smack smack!

Mmmmm.

Dick-smacking is a mystery to me. How on earth can that not hurt him? I mean, he was really going to town. If I slapped his dick that hard with my hand he would NOT be a happy man…

Smack smack smack smack!

I felt fluid splash on my face. “Hmm,” I thought, “what’s that now?” I licked the corner of my mouth and tasted cum–salty, warm, delicious pre-cum, spraying wildly across my cheeks from the force of the dick-smacking he was giving me.

My pussy throbbed, hard. Oh, god.

Here’s the second part of the dick-smacking mystery: It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t really feel good either. So why the hell does it make my pussy throb so hard??

I think I may have moaned a few times.

“You like that?”

Oh, yes, Sir, I moaned.

“You’re a good little slut.” I moaned again. “Good little sluts get rewarded.” I started panting, anxious for my reward, which I was sure was finally going to be his dick.

A click, then a sound like a swarm of angry killer bees…

Fuck! The violet wand!

Our violet wand is old, decades old, and it’s noisy. The higher the setting, the noisier it gets, and it was Really. Fucking. Noisy.

No no no no no no no no oh please no….

My right nippled exploded and the air was full of the smell of ozone. I shrieked. He chuckled. (I am starting to notice a disturbing trend here—I shriek, he laughs, and he does “it” again. Why does he even try to deny he’s a sadist??) He zapped me again, then got the other side. I started bouncing, trying to maintain position but still get the hell away from the wand.

“Stay still.”

….yes, sir, I whimpered.

He ran it down my back (which actually felt quite good), down to my ass, then back to my breasts, never quite in contact with my skin, while I yipped and squealed and tried my best not to move. He zapped my nipples a few more times and laughed when I arched my back up, trying (unsuccessfully) to escape the wand. I was trapped, and he knew it. Zap, zap, zap—back and forth, rubbing gently and then pulling away to let the electricity arc, and me shrieking loudly at every touch.

He moved down my body—sweet relief!!–to my cunt—oh, fuck! He moved it slowly, gently, down my slit, zapping me all the way. He pulled it back a little and let it arc toward my clit.

Fuck!

Back down, back up, then back again to my more, wartenberg-wheel-abused asshole, and—ZAP!!

FUCK!!

He laughs,and does it a few more times. He starts to rub it deeper, harder, against my cunt. No more arcing, just the warmth of the glass and a faint vibration…I start mewing and pressing against the attachment. It feels so lovely, this way. He slides it up to my clit, rubbing gently, then letting me grind against it for awhile, and I can feel myself getting wetter.

Wheel Zap 1

He moves the head of the attachment down to   my entrance and pushes against it, teasing. In a little, back out, in a little again, a little farther each time. I thrust back because oh, it feels good, and there’s no way it can actually slip inside–

::pop::

Oh hell, it slipped inside!!

I giggle helplessly, thinking, a) wow, that actually feels pretty good!; b) what if it doesn’t slip back out again? and c) holy cow, what if it breaks off in there?!?

Himself seems to have none of these concerns, he just keeps gently thrusting, turning it a little now and then, rubbing Really. Good. Places with it, and it feels like someone with a very tiny little hand is fisting me…mmmmmm. I feel myself turning to jelly.

He runs his hands up my back, and sparks fly from his fingertips. I shriek and giggle, and he chuckles with delight. He plays with his electrified hands for a couple minutes, mercilessly attacking my nipples again, playing with my cunt, rubbing my clit, and probing my asshole.

“I think I’m going to fuck you in the ass now.”

…groan…

“You have such a nice little asshole, so warm and tight. My dick can’t wait to get in there.”

…moan…

“I wonder if I can get in there with the violet wand in your cunt? I think we should try, don’t you?”

…garbled, unintelligible speech that translates roughly to “I don’t think it’s gonna fit, Sir.”

Apparently he doesn’t speak garble, because he decides to give it a go.

His fingers rub cool lube against my tight little hole, sliding inside, stretching me to accommodate his girth. It feels good and I buck back against him, moaning as he slides a finger all the way in.

“That feels interesting,” he says, rubbing the edge of the attachment through my vaginal wall.

…mmph…

“Are you ready?”

…mmph!…

I seem to have lost the power of speech completely by this point. I am thinking “no no no it won’t fit!” but he is hearing “yes yes yes put it in!” So he puts it in.

Surprisingly (to me, anyway), it fits. It’s not comfortable, but it does fit. Who knew!!

However, fitting does not equate to comfort. He pulls back out, then gently removes the attachment from my cunt. It leaves with another little ::pop!:: and suddenly I feel positively spacious inside.

He slides his dick back into my ass, much easier this time. He gives me a moment to adjust and then starts thrusting, gently at first, then bulding up, faster and harder….

“I want you to come.”

…??…

“Come for me. I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

Dutifully, I reach down to my cunt and start playing with my clit. I am soaking wet, and my clit is almost fully engorged. I find it challenging to masturbate while he’s inside me, thrusting—I keep getting distracted.

“Woman! Play with yourself.”

Oh, right! Okay, back to the task at hand…I start rubbing again, focusing a little better this time. It helps that I’m getting closer and closer and my clit is adamant that I continue the process…After a minute or two, I can feel it, getting close, close, close, and then…

I’m cuh…cuh…cuh…cumming! Oh god, Daddy, I’m cuh…cuh…cumming!

The orgasm explodes in my cunt. My muscles squeeze down hard on his cock, buried balls-deep inside me. He rubs across my g-spot with every thrust, and I keep playing with my clit, eking out a few more orgasms. As the last one trails away he thrusts hard a few more times and empties himself inside me. I love the way he pumps, and stops, and growls, and then pumps again when he’s coming…finally he shudders to a stop, growls low one last time, and collapses against me. I squeeze his cock a few times and he chuckles raggedly, still out of breath.

“Woman, stop!” he orders finally. I giggle like a maniac again (orgasms make me so giddy!) but I do stop.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him, and nuzzles my neck.

“You belong to me.”

Yes, Daddy. Always.

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And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

20 Thursday Sep 2012

Posted by deviant wench in BDSM, Google, Search terms

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Google is my friend, sometimes, because it leads people to my blog with some of the most random search strings in the universe. 🙂

Oh, some of them are obvious, like BDSM, which probably gives people about 25 million hits but somehow, occasionally, leads them to me. And then there are the not-so-obvious, the funny, the odd, and the outright weird…

Herewith, some of my faves.

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ping pong paddle spanking (I hate that fucking ping pong paddle…)

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riding crop spanking.tumblr (tumblr? how’d a search for tumblr get to me??)

kink 1 pussy whipping (and at least 5 other different variations of pussy whipping)

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dont spank me (how on earth did that search phrase lead somebody to my blog?!?)

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21 Thursday Jun 2012

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Mylar flogger for the violet wand.

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Love Affair with a Violet Wand

20 Wednesday Jun 2012

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We have a lovely antique violet wand which we found in a pawn shop in Houston years ago. It was made by Sears & Roebuck, probably in the 1920s. 

Ours came with one round and one comb electrode.

Isn't it pretty? It looks so innocent just sitting there...
Some kits came with more; I’ve seen listings for kits with as many as 15 different attachments. Ours wasn’t the Rolls Royce model, but we love it anyway.
It still has the original instructions (with guidance for physicians on how to treat “any orifice of the body”!!), plus a “Chart of Instructions for the application of the High Frequency Current.” This chart lists just about every imaginable illness and how to treat it, including:
  • “Brain Fag:” requires that the “Ozone Generator” electrode be charged with pine needle oil and then applied to the nostrils. Yeah, that’ll wake a person up!
  • Breast Development: “Cover the entire area to be developed” !!
  • Cancer: Mild Form only, apparently
  • Female Troubles: “As high frequency draws the blood, application during menstruation may cause excessive flow of blood. Do not have current on while inserting or removing electrodes. Lubricate electrode with High Frequency Lubricant.” (Yes, fer gawdsakes, use the damn lube!) This brings to mind Victorian doctors using “manual manipulation” of the genitals to treat women with hysteria. I wonder how many women went home from violet wand treatment with big happy smiles on their faces?
  • Flabby Breast: “Apply to nipple and whole surface of breast.” Yeah, that’ll perk ‘em right up!

From Domino Effect, via FetLife

  • Leucorrhoea (vaginal discharge) & Gonorrhea: Use the same method as “Female Troubles.” And also, “Antiseptic douches should be taken.” Penicillin? Who needs Penicillin?
  • Piles (Hemorrhoids) and other rectal diseases: “Lubricate before inserting.” Um, yeah, I’d say so.

I have a friend who calls it a “violent wand,” because when it’s on low it’s just a nice buzzy friend…

…but crank it up, and you get tiny little lightning bolts.

ZZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPP!!

The combined sense of dread and longing I feel for this toy is intoxicating. Himself loves the way it makes me squeal and jump, and I love the way it zaps me straight into nirvana.

ZZZZZTTTTT!!

Even more fun: touch it to a metal toy, and watch the sparks fly!

I have promised myself that this year, finally, I will buy myself some additional attachments. Something designed specifically for an orifice would be nice, I think. ❤

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Holy Fucking Safeword, Batman!

13 Wednesday Jun 2012

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My Master came into the bedroom Saturday night to find me kneeling face-down on the bed, naked, ass in the air (his favorite pose), wearing my collar and holding out his leather Master bracelet. The ritual of undressing, putting on my collar/cuffs, and posing puts me into a very nice place, but when he snapped that bracelet closed…wow. Strapping on his own leather meant he was about to claim me for his own, and it shot me straight into a deep submissive state.

I clenched my hands in the blanket and waited while he decided what to do with me. The toy bag rustled a few times, then I heard it start…the buzzing. Oooh, the violet wand!!

<BEG>

We’ve had our violet wand for years (and it’s OLD—Sears and Roebuck from the early 1900s, complete with an instruction booklet on using electricity to cure all sorts of ills). IMHO, we haven’t used it nearly enough. I am an electro-stim slut. I’ve been wanting to play with the wand and our new Wartenberg Wheel but that, of course, is up to him, and he had other ideas.

He started out fairly light, but gradually cranked it up until it was near the highest setting (Note: MDM says it was actually nowhere near the highest setting. Well, frack me. It sure as felt like it was!). It went from buzzy/warm/a little stingy to OMFG Jesus H Christ that STINGS oh please please please do it again!!! Which he did. So there I kneeled, unbound but holding position as ordered, with here a zap, there a zap, everywhere a zap zap…

His favorite targets are my nipples. Because I have large breasts, my nipples are squashed against the bed when I’m kneeling, so he gave me a little nudge on the side of my breast to get me to raise up a little. Then he put the wand near my right nipple… close…closer…CLOSER…until the arc shot out and I screamed. He held it there for a few seconds, then moved to the left one, then the right one again, back and forth, because he wouldn’t want one of them to feel left out, right?

Eventually my nipples were red and stinging and I was squealing, so he decided to move to a different target for a while. Down on the feet, back and forth, then up one leg, across my butt, down the other leg…all in close contact so there was just a nice warm buzzing. Next came an unexpected assault on my feet, one then the other, zapping up and down and across my toes. I am not allowed to move or even wiggle much, and curling my toes or (god forbid) kicking while he’s actually working on my feet is definitely Verboten. I had to just lay there and take it and squeal until he got bored again and moved on.

Note: “Squeal” may not be entirely accurate here. “Screaming bloody murder into the blankets clamped in my jaws like a gag” might be a little more on the mark. Heh.

Of course, my cunt was next. He’s so good at getting it just…close…enough that it arcs. Holy fuck, but that’ll wake a girl up! He zapped my clit a few times, then moved back to my asshole, then the labia, and back again. Every once in awhile, just to mix it up a bit, he’d move it in real close and hold it right against me—clit, vagina, asshole–so it was just warm and buzzy. As soon as I would unclench and start rubbing my pussy up and down the glass head—ZAP! I felt like Charlie Brown and that damn football, I just never learn. LOL

Round 2:

The nice zappy violet wand went away and there was more rustling in the toy bag. He waited long enough for me to relax, unclench my hands, unclamp my jaws, and stop screaming.

We have two custom floggers made by a guy named Tree in Houston. They’re made of thick, heavy, buttery-soft butterscotch-hued leather, one with (thirty-nine) 14” falls, one with (thirty-seven) 27” falls. The short one gets a lot more use, since it has a shorter throw, but I am especially fond of the long one.

Master grabbed the short one and gave me a good whack across the ass. I yelped and jumped a bit and then stuck my ass back out, just begging for another one. He went to town with that for awhile, across my butt, the backs of my legs, my nipples, and my pussy.

Pussy-spanking. Mmmm. That deserves a little detour.

I have recently (very recently, in fact) come to terms with the fact that I seem to be a bit of a masochist. I’ve always liked a little pain with my pleasure, but I thought it was all in the context of the kinky D/s dynamic. IOW, if he wanted to do it to me, then it would make me hot, and I could enjoy it. At some point that changed (or my awareness of it did) and it appears that I now like pain (mild pain, but pain nonetheless) for pain’s sake. It’s taken me awhile to wrap my head around this, because I’ve never thought of myself as a masochist of any type. Hmmm.

MDM figured it out long before I did, so he’s been incorporating more pain into our play for awhile now. In the last few months, he’s started flogging/slapping/spanking my breasts and pussy. It makes me stupid hot. So glad he pays attention to these things!

Anyway, back to the flogging. He’s also figured out he can flog me harder, now that I’ve come to enjoy pain, and boy, does he take advantage of that. Used to be, he’d flog me for awhile, and I’d maybe yip a couple times, but mostly just bask in the warmth spreading across my butt. Now, there’s a lot more screaming involved. A LOT more. I bite down on whatever is close when that happens—blankets, this time; the straps on my wrist cuff, last time—but it’s still a really good thing that we live in the country or I’m sure we’d have the police at our door. Weirdly enough, I love the screaming. Instead of trying to stifle it, I just go with it, as loud and as long as I need to, which he likes, which leads to more flogging, which leads to more screaming, and so forth and so on. It’s a lovely vicious cycle.

I screamed louder and longer this time than I ever have before. My throat was raw. But it felt so primal and I was so damned proud of myself for not having to safeword.

Which leads to another detour. I’ve never safeworded. Never. There have been a few times when I’ve gotten, maybe, to chartreuse. Never all the way to yellow, and certainly not to red. So I’ve just sort of assumed I never would. Not that I don’t have limits, but they seem to be expanding at the speed of sound, so I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually hit one. That will be important in a bit.

MDM put down the flogger and commenced to tickling me. I’m extremely ticklish and never enjoyed it until MDM started doing it. Of course I’ve always protested because, well, because I did. Tickling my feet is actually less difficult for me than tickling the sweet spot right where my ass meets my thighs (don’t tell him I said that, he doesn’t need that kind of intel! LOL). He wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted out of my feet, so he moved up to my well-flogged, red, sensitive, bottom, and holy cow did that tickle! I was squealing and jumping around as much as I could and still maintain The Position. OMG did I get the giggles from that! I love giggling in scene.

Round 3:

He asked if I’d had enough. I responded, like a good sub, “It’s up to you, Master,” even though I wanted to scream “No no no! Never enough!” Then he used his lovely deep Dom voice and said, sternly, “I asked whether YOU have had enough.” I replied promptly, “No, sir!”

Then he brought out the long flogger. This one is as heavy and thick as the short flogger, good for thuddy play, which is my preference. But since MDM has to stand farther away, it tends to actually be a lighter stroke, distributed over a larger area, and more likely to induce the warm-happy-fuzzies that I love most about flogging. This especially happens when he flogs my back with it. The throws are long enough to cover my back from shoulder to butt, and it’s such an incredible sensation that I feel, with every stroke, that I am just-that-close to coming. Delicious. Oh, I love my floggers, and I was definitely in my happy place. IMHO, it didn’t last nearly long enough. But then, I don’t think I’ve ever actually had “enough” flogging.

He put the flogger down, and walked out of the room. I focused on unclenching my hands and spitting the blankets out of my mouth. Then I heard it—the freezer door, opening. His hand, in the ice box. The freezer door closing again.

And I started whimpering.

A few weeks ago, he decided to make me perch my pussy on an ice-cold can of soda while he flogged me. OMFG. I like sensation play, including temperature play, but christ, that was cold.

Saturday morning, he decided it was time for me to get up and since I wasn’t cooperating, he brought in an ice cube, stuck it in my underwear, and told me I couldn’t take it out until I got my ass up and into the bathroom. I moved fast, lemme tell ya, but I think it’d already frozen some of my dangly bits.

I was not looking forward to a repeat experience!

He started out slow and gentle, though. A little on the nipples, just enough to make ’em perk up and take notice. Then my ass, where the heat from flogging made it melt—really fast—and trickle icy water down my legs and onto the bed. I started relaxing, thinking hey, this isn’t so bad.

A word of advice: Never, ever let yourself think “This isn’t so bad.” The universe just sees that as a big, fat challenge.

Just as I started pushing my butt back into the ice cube, the Man ran it down between my cheeks, then held it firm against my asshole.

Oh. Fuck.

I screamed. Man, did I scream. The soda can had nothing on that ice cube for sheer cold torture.

He laughed. A deep, low, nasty little chuckle, actually. That chuckle is never a good sign for me. I gulped.

He moved it, thank god. Right to my clit. Where he held it. For a long time. Wait, why did I want him to move it again?!

I screamed some more. Wiggled a lot. Just about bit through the blankets.

He moved it again, and used his hand to push it just inside my cunt.

OMFG. OK, I know I said that already, but seriously, I’m running out of descriptors for just how sadistically fucking COLD it was. I started screaming and didn’t stop, just one long scream, and I actually pushed away from him, trying to get away from that fucking ice cube. He growled “Get back in position,” which I did, screaming and whimpering.

Back to my asshole. Back to my clit. Back into my cunt. Holy jesus.

I have no idea how long that went on. It seemed like hours but since he only used one ice cube, it was probably actually about a minute. I remember screaming “I’m really close to safewording!” and hearing that chuckle again. The ice went back on the clit and stayed there and it was too fucking much. I screamed “Safeword! I’m serious, safeword!!”

The ice disappeared. My screams trailed off into whimpers and I collapsed down on the bed, rubbing my pussy against the blankets, trying to warm it up.

He stood at my head, rubbing his hands up and down my back, warm and gentle and strong. Comforting. He chuckled. I chuckled. I squeaked out “Holy fucking safeword, Batman!” and started giggling.

We sat up In bed together after, talking. He was surprised I safeworded. I was surprised too. He asked if I was OK and I just sat there with my eyes half open, a goofy smile on my face, floating happily on the endorphin rush.

I think I may have asked when we could do it again. But next time, no ice cubes. Please? Please, MDM?

Wait, is that a chuckle I hear? ::twitch twitch::

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