Violet Wand: Like Being Caressed With Needles
He told me he’d brought a bag full of goodies to try. Yay! Like any eager kid I asked him if he’d unpack the goodies so I could see them when we got home.
He brought out a big bag, full of floggers, beautiful purple rope, latex gloves (eep!) and a mysterious box. What’s that I asked? “Oh, you’ll find out.” But I wanted to see it right then!! He told me I’d have to be punished for being impatient.
The next morning, he told me he wanted to try out his antique violet wand. Ooh! Shiny! He was kind enough to ask if I wanted to be tied down first. Of course, yes Sir!
The feel of the rope sliding across my skin is so seductive. I can close my eyes now and almost feel it wrapped tightly around me in a Shinju. After he finished tying the chest harness he ran the ends around the bed and wrapped them securely in a beautiful knot next to me. I couldn’t move my upper body more than a couple inches off the bed. Raar, I love that feeling. Next, he moved to my ankles, attached my pretty purple cuffs and ran them around the bed, as well.
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He finally asked me if I was ready to be tortured. I nodded yes. He removed the lightbulb from the lamp next to my bed, and inserted the socket for the ’20’s era violet wand. It zapped and buzzed like a live wire. He slowly brought the purple glow over to me, touched my arm, and then moved it to my breasts. It was like being caressed with a palmful of hot needles. I arched my back, wanting it and knowing it would hurt, an endless loop. He touched me again, raising and lowering the voltage.