Cattle Prod
She held it out innocently in her hand – small and black with two gleaming metal prongs at one end. Not nearly as menacing as what I had pictured in my mind when I heard her mention it. A cattle prod? Scary…
The women in the room gasped and laughed – some nervous, some intrigued. The air was tense with anticipation – everyone knew that this would escalate into someone getting a jolt.
She made it clear that no one was to be zapped unless they explicitly agreed to it. She seemed so casual about it – so confident that we’d like it – that all my reservations dissolved only to be replaced with a strong sense of curiosity and want. I wasn’t alone – the smiles and the curious eyes I saw all around the room told me most of us wanted to give it a try.
Her hand rubbed over my left bum cheek, over and over again. I felt my pussy throb as excitement ran through me – anticipation of the jolt to come was giving me an unexpected rush. The I felt the prongs poking my bum – poking, readjusting, poking again. My breath was caught in my throat; it was the point of no return. I heard the ‘ting’. I breathed deeply. I let the pain wash over me.
I could feel the surge – the peak of the electricity coursing through the muscle. Everything felt funny, like nothing was going to work properly – similar to that numb feeling that happens when limbs ‘fall asleep’. My nerves shrieked as the wave of pain washed over me – fast and furious and addictively alluring. I could feel it draining out of me as soon as it began – my jolted nerves sighing with relief. I felt jumpstarted and I felt consumed.
Smiling and giggling uncontrollably, I grabbed at the spot, rubbing it to preserve the tingling. I felt high – my head was floaty and relaxed and alert. Crazed like an addict, I knew I needed more.
Later that evening, as we practiced with various restraints, she brought the prod over to me again. Snaking beneath the covering wrapped around my legs, she poked it into my calf and asked “ready?†As I nodded she zapped me twice, releasing uncontrollable giggles from deep within my belly.
December 6th, 2005 at 10:59 am
mmmm…so shockingly sexy and seductive… makes you wanna say “do it again” doesn’t it?
December 7th, 2005 at 10:15 pm
Gee, Red, there’s not much you won’t try! Am I wrong, or is this the best-kept secret out there in Kinkland?
I suppose it’s mainly a question of WHERE you get zapped. Your ass, first, then your thigh — which seems to have been wilder for you (though you wrote less — I somehow “got” you more deeply affected…)
Of course, I may be more pain-averse than you…and fer sure a lot more shy, usually. But it does kinda turn me on to read your tingling prose about it (heck, about whatever subject grabs you!!), so do, please, write more about the experience and whether you’ll do it again…
Hugs, J
December 12th, 2005 at 12:20 am
Yes I had the experience of such not saying that I enjoyed it thou ghit was an experience that was unique and willing to explore it again.
December 18th, 2005 at 2:10 am
Hey Justine
Yeah it is the ‘best kept secret in kinkland’…at least from my perspective
Actually, it’s on my (dreaming) wishlist for christmas this year.
The calf was maybe more intense…I was mummified when I was japped in the calf so it’s hard to know what I can actually credit to the cattle prod alone. The calf muscle is smaller than the glutes, so it would make sense for the shock to be more intense.
Maybe I’ll write more
Never know when the fancy may strike.
November 23rd, 2009 at 11:02 am
[...] Red makes a cattle prod sound like fun. Either it is, or she’s a heck of a good sex writer: Her hand rubbed over my left bum [...]