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I had a HOT HOT HOT scene with a young soldier who is now finished his two tours with the US Army and wore his uniform to Sin City last night.

Realizing he had no underwear on under his camouflage pants was disappointing to me as I wanted him out of the pants and bent over a spanker with his bottom and inner thighs available for me to use. Quickly I realized that I must find a way to save the day.

Grabbed a roll of packing tape and proceeded to quickly tape his military cap over his cock and balls and another over his ass to keep everything tucked away. Presto and instantly he was naked of ALL of his uniform, even socks and boots. With his boy bits covered in a hat and tape suddenly I had a very masculine canvas infront of me to layer sensations on.

Yummy and lucky Jennifer.

For a very long time, I did things to him that I’m fairly confident, he’d never had done to him before. His body lit up like a fireworks display as I shot electricity from my cattle prod into his ass and sensitive inner thigh region. In fact, just holding the cattle prod over his cock and touching the toy to his scrotum made him shiver and quiver, it was magnificent, watching the beads of sweat roll off his brow and down his blindfolded face.

Source:
http://libidoevents.blogspot.com/2006/11/cattle-prod-makes-hot-scene.html

The cattle prod is so much fun. I really dig it. Suzzi absolutely hates it. She could be totally fine if that toy was never ever introduced into our sessions ever again. She once told me that she was going to break it, throw it in the dumpster. Go ahead I told her, I’ll just get another one, and then we’ll have our real, first ever, cattle prod session. Unstead of just a few playful zaps like I’ve given her in the past, we’ll actually have a full cattle prod session. Yes! How many playful zaps have I given her in the past at one time in one session? I don’t know, over a hundred. The cattle prod does leave a mark, where the electrodes hit her on the back of the legs and the ass, a little dot is left, half the diameter of a time. Cattle prod burn marks. I’ve covered her with those little dots.

When I purchased my cattle prod, I couldn’t find them in Tractor Supply Co. I looked everywhere, I figured they’d be right next to the riding crops, whips, single tail, dressage whips, etc. That really seemed like the logical place to have the cattle prods, right next to the other implements of pain infliction upon livestock. Made sense to me.

I finally had to ask an employee of the store. A 19 year old girl with a huge ass in way too tight Wrangler jeans and a rodeo belt buckle the size of a dinner plate was stocking shelves. Excuse me miss, where do you have the cattle prods. Oh, she says, in the animal health department, I’ll show you. Duh. Silly me. Of course they’re kept in the animal health dept., zapping those cows makes them healthier. I tell her all this, she doesn’t get my failed attempt at sarcastic humor. She leads me to them. I check them out, they have nice selection, the red $59.99 one, the blue $79.99 one, and the green $99.99 one. The green one is the one with the sticker that says the most powerful cattle prod made, works even on wet livestock! Each one has a sticker, “Warning! Keep away from children! For livestock only! Not to be used on Humans!”

I ask her if she has any that are ok to be used on people. Totally clueless, she says she doesn’t think so, she thinks I’m joking. Poor girl, either she hasn’t developed a kinky side yet or never will. Probably the latter, she does not even suspect I’m serious. Oh well, I get the green one.

I’m checking out, paying, and another guy who works there tells me that they’ve banned them at the fair this year. Yep, he says, can’t use that a the fair, this year is the first time ever, if that’s what you’re planning, he tells me. No problem, I say, not going to the fair. Not going to the county fair, he asks. No, I’m taking my boy tomorrow to ride the rides and check things out. Well why ain’t you showing your animals? He want’s to know. I don’t have a ranch, I tell him, the cattle prod is for my girlfriend. He gives me a look, he knows I’m not kidding.

Back at my shop, I check it out, its pretty cool. I don’t want to kill Suzzi. I put in the special Hot Shot brand batteries, made especially for cattle prods the package claims. Hmm, wonder if they’re as good as duracell I ponder as I load them up. Gotta try it on myself first. I want to make sure its not really going to fuck her up. I do not want to kill the woman, just torture her. I set down, don’t want it to knock me on my ass when I zap myself. I pull up my pant leg, I’m going to zap myself right on the back of the calf. I figure I can’t really get myself on the ass with it, too long, gotta be the back of the calf. I know its going to hurt, a lot. Its designed to be used on cattle. They have really thick skin, for crying out loud, they make leather gloves and jackets and chaps out of cow skin. Their skin is a lot tougher than mine. Not to mention the fact that they have a thick layer of cow hair. Its going to hurt me a whole lot more than it hurts a cow. I press the button, its so hard to do when you have no idea of how much its going to hurt, I hit it against my leg. Nothing. Try again. Nothing. Again, nothing.

Goddamnit! I take it apart, what the hell is the matter with this thing, simple , press the button and supposed to be a zap. I see. The cattle prod consists of a power pack that contains the batteries, and a 4 foot long wand with the prongs, the business end. The wand has electrodes sticking out of it, that go inside the power pack, it plugs in and screws down tight. Only problem is the 10 year old girls that assembled it in the prison labor camp in China fucked it all up and bent the prongs I think. Nope, I check out the label, made in Tennessee, USA. Fucking hillbillies, bent all the prongs, I get my needle nose pliers to straighten out the prongs and assemble it properly. Fuck! Trying to straighten the prongs I bust one, flush with where it comes out of the plastic. Brand new $99.99 cattle prod assembled improperly, I try to fix it and bust it. Of course, I tossed the receipt in the trash as I left the store. Its 9:00 pm at night and I’ve got an 8:00 am appointment to see Suzzi.

Naturally, I’m prepared for just such an emergency. The wand that came with the cattle prod is a 4 foot wand, and the power pack being 18 inches, gives a total length of 5′-6″. Just right when you want to reach out and touch someone. Not so good to fit in a BDSM toy bag though. Gotta have a bit of stealth, don’t wanna be seen coming and going at Suzzi’s apartment complex with a cattle prod, I also purchased an 18″ wand. I plug it in and now we’re cooking with gas. I press the button, great, it makes a high pitched noise when its charged up. Yes! Zap myself on the back of the calf, fuck it really hurts. It hurts a lot.

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The thing I like most about the cattle prod is I don’t even have to use it at all. Just get it out, take off the safety, and jab her with it. She knows its not energized, she doesn’t hear the sound that means business. It still affects her though. Today for instance, I had out the cattle prod. Jab her with it, she starts freaking out. I talk to her when I’m doing it. It tell her she recently asked to be punished. She had misinterpreted something I wrote, and freaked. She apologized later. Said she needed to be punished for freaking out. No problem. She thinks she’s getting the cattle prod, and soon, after just a few touches with it, no zap, just being poked with the business end and she’s crying hysterically in the fetal position in the corner.

She had asked me to promise her once to never do three things. Promise me you’ll never cattle prod me when I’m in the hood under sensory deprivation, can’t see, can’t hear, I can’t take the cattle prod like that she begs. I refuse to. Promise me you’ll never zap me on the bottom of the feet she asks. No, I tell her. Promise me you’ll never zap me directly on the pussy with the cattle prod, she pleads. I will not make to you a promise I won’t keep, I tell her.

A couple of month after purchasing the cattle prod, I stop in to see her just to say hello. Not enough time for a session, I tell her, just a quick pop in to say hi. We hang out for a half hour, I tell her I have to split. She asks me if I have enough time for a cattle prod session. She hates the fucking thing. She really hates the fucking thing. I look at her. She’s serious. Only in the hood, I tell her, total sensory deprivation. She pauses, looks down at her feet for a moment. She looks up, directly into my eyes she looks, OK she says.

Up we go to the playroom. Hood on, can’t see, can’t hear, has no idea what’s coming or when. I play around, sticking her with the cattle prod when its de-energized, she’s freaking. Time to start, I zap the shit out of her, over and over and over. After about the hundredth zap, something grazes my ear. Karate girl has nearly been unleashed. She’s sobbing, trying to hold onto the rope, she’s unrestrained, and has just tried to hit me. Hard. Honey, do you need to be restrained, do you need to be strung up in inescapable bondage before we continue our cattle prod session? Please, she begs. I suspend her from the eyehooks and proceed. Half an hour later, I release her, we’re sitting on her bed, I’m holding her. I kiss her deeply. I kiss her again, and tell her to put her foot on the cattle prod, the bottom of her foot, the sole. She does repeatedly and kisses me passionately, over and over.

Source:
http://bondage.com/i/1772030/blog.html

Not a big fan of the Violet Wand in this account. Didn’t feel special, just hurt.

Last night was fun. BW brought his new toy, a tens unit with specially designed titty attachements, it just tickled, lol. unfortunately it triggered the giggles in me the rest of the night, lolololol. BW and Dream had a lot of fun with it though, they had me going for what had to be at least an hour, i’m soooooo sore today. i really couldn’t stop laughing though, it was terrible!

Source:
http://cetacea2.livejournal.com/15536.html

Sometimes he’s in the mood, sometimes he’s not. This time he was. His masochist came out to play. At my request he wore sexy disposable clothing and after I tied him up over a spanking bench, I slowly cut off his clothes and bit, licked, spanked and caned each body part that I exposed. And that was just his warm up.

Later I had him on the bondage bed (we were at The Wet Spot after hours.) After beating his ass with his least favorite toy, I turned him over and played with his cock, wrapping it in his favorite leather cock ring and attaching it to my tens unit. Every time I turned up the tens unit he jumped and I sucked and kissed his cock. Pretty soon his pain and pleasure responses became all jumbled up. :) This got me super horny, so I climbed on top of him and he gave me a great orgasm while I continued to torture his penis.

Source:
http://eroticseattle.blogspot.com/2006/12/december.html

Given the “Penthouse Letters” tone and “who gives a shit” approach to safety issues, I wouldn’t bank on the overall veracity of this account. But it’s a strange world, so who knows?

I have a folsom unit, an electronic torture device. There is an attachment for the cunt, a palm sized palm shaped piece of plastic with two electrode strips down each size. Put it on the pussy and the current goes from one electrode through one cunt lip, out through the other cunt lip and back to the other electrode. Suzzi says its more intense than the cattle prod, at just the halfway setting. Just wait til it gets turned all the way up baby. It also works great on the clit, one electrode on each size and turn it on and she’s screaming. I have a couple of other attachments as well, an electrical cathedar for inserting in the pee hole, and a little silver ball on the end of a flexible stick. It can go inside the ass.

Just finished fisting Suzzi. Great session. Sessions always kick ass, slave cunt Suzzi always gives me everything. I pull my fist out of her cunt, spread her a little with two fingers, is that your pee hole I ask. Yea, it is she says, I finger it a bit. Ok, lay right there, let me get something. I bust out the folsom unit, what are you doing she asks. Going to torture you some more I say. I get out the urethral electrode. Where’s that going she wants to know. Up your peehole I say. You’re not putting that in there. Its too big. Its made for a man. Where’d you get that? Mr. S I say, see, it is made for a man, too big for me she says. Its about the diameter of a pencil, maybe a bit bigger and 8 inches long. No she says, I can’t take it. Shut the fuck up and spread your legs I tell her. Of course she does.

Is that in your pee hole I ask, its in about half inch. Oh yes, it hurts, that’s enough she says. No baby, only about 7 inches to go. I get about 6 inches in total, then hit a wall. I guess its the sphincter that keeps the urine from coming out the bladder. I’m sure there’s a doctor’s term for it, I call it the pee-holder-inner muscle. Doctors call it something else, they probably even call the taint a perinium. It was funny when Suzzi said the word perinium. I told her only doctors and women used that word. Dudes call it a taint. Similar for vagina, or koochie, or tutu, or whatever other people call a cunt. Its either a pussy or a cunt, unless you’re a doctor or a chick don’t mislabel it. Should I keep going another inch. No thats enough. For now anyway. It hurts she says. Good I say. It burns she says, its really uncomfortable she says. Great baby. I can’t imagine having something nearly as big around as my pinky finger inside my cock 6 inches would be feel good, ya know. Ok, hold it there, while I put the ball probe up your ass. Don’t let it come out, I tell her while I’m fumbling and bumbling with the ass probe. That’s not my ass she says. Oops, let me try again. That’s not my ass either, gotta be taint. Nope, too low she says, come up a little, there, ouch, ok now its going in. About 4 inches in. Ok, sweetheart, don’t let these slip out while I hook up the wires. 5 minutes of trying to untangle them, finally hooked up, all right baby lets start out at max amplitude and go from there. She gives me the look. Ok, start out small and work up to it. I turn it on and turn up the jolt level. Ok that hurts, a lot she says. Shut the fuck up I tell her. I turn it up more, oh god, its causing contractions in my uterus, I can feel them, she’s twitching in rythum with the impulse from the folsom unit.

Ok, now lets increase the frequency, give you more zaps per second. A few more minutes of that. Next time I think I’ll bury the cathetar, all the way into the bladder. Wonder if she’ll leak piss. But hopefully she’ll feel the electricity deeper into her body, getting zapped from inside the asshole to the piss sack. Ok enough she says, I gotta piss. No take it bitch. No really, I’m going to pee she says, we don’t want to wet the bed. Voice of reason takes hold, ok, slowly take it out. Out pops the anal probe and off she runs to pee. Now it burns when I pee she says. Good I tell her. We clean up and go eat lunch. Back at her place two hours later, she has to pee again. Still burns now when I pee she says. Great baby, hopefully it will feel that way all day, hopefully tomorrow too, so you’ll remember me. She smiles.

Source:
http://bondage.com/blog.asp?i=1772030&e=63507#63507

Finally, I had my regular appointment with submissive B. I was in a fairly playful mood, so I decided to have a bit of Christmas season fun with B. After warming him up with some ball weights and taking a few bites out of his shoulders with my single tail, I strapped him onto his back on the bench in the Red Dungeon with his legs spread, and attached bells to each of his big toes. I then affixed electrodes to his cock and, using my TENS unit, sent enough electricity charging through his genitals to make his feet bounce, producing a very festive jingling of bells.

Source:
http://mistress-elena.livejournal.com/39721.html

The Erostek is going great – I think the main difference between it and my little tens unit (well apart from many hundreds of dollars) is the sheer power I can get through it – I find that for experienced subs the tens machine just doesn’t ramp up enough. Anyway – more experimentation needed of course ;)

Source:
http://msservalan.livejournal.com/206532.html

The (cleaned, lubricated) bipolar plug was inserted and hooked up to the second channel. As the voltage was increased through the plug this caused the muscles to contract and release; the end result was that the plug moved in and out, effectively fucking the volunteer. As the voltage increased the strength of the movement increased (“Too hard!” “Do you want it to stop?” “…No”). Various combinations of intensities of the plug and the pads were played with. The volunteer’s partner was given the controls and both people seemed to be enjoying themselves immensly.

After cleanup the demonstration moved onto the male subject. An electro-band was tightened around the scrotal sack (tight! The balls apparently have a habit of trying to retreat when electricity is applied) and a cock ring placed around the penis head. As voltage was applied we could see the cock bouncing as muscles contracted. Again stimulation changed as voltage changed.

[ Personal aside: this is another area where frequency changes things a lot. At a very high frequency and voltage it causes me to have a very hard erection and can almost be enough to make me want to ejaculate through that feeling alone, but if too high can be painful… the change between the two points is very subtle! ]

Next (after removing these) a sparkler was introduced into the urethra (and held in place; apparently it’s common for these to jump out when voltage is applied) and a probe introduced to the rectum. Again the effects of the play changed from pleasant to painful as the controls were changed. Another volunteer was given the TENS controls and we saw how moving the anal probe affected the victim. In particular the probe came out, causing a painful “ouch!”. Electro-toys can “bite” when inserted/removed, so it’s normally a good idea to reduce the power before doing this.

Source:
http://sweh.livejournal.com/161266.html

A comment this girl has come across a few times is that in the BDSM world “never” means about “6 months”. As in “I’ll never even try a violet wand” means that, in practise, you’ll end up trying on in about 6 months.

In this instance, it was probably about 3 months. This girl was adamant she would not try one, did not like the sensation of static electricty and so on. But on Friday night, after having “popped back to CCK for a quick pot of tea” before heading home after a lovely evening with Mike and Diane, this girl ended up trying one. Many of the sensations were actually enjoyable when the thing was cranked up to maximum. At the lower levels it was irritating. And sometimes it tickled. It left some interestingmarks, too. The smell of ozone was very off-putting, especially it smelled like singed hair at times.

Source:
http://www.ourkinkyblog.com/2006/10/22/about-6-months/

Feet, bondage, the violet wand, a bit of a zap — what’s not to like in this photo from WiredPussy.com?

There was an electric play class. You have to love audience participation day … people are just so funny the first time they get zapped with a violet wand. Btw if you were the lovely young lady I zapped around the waist make yourself known, your expression was priceless.
After the violet wand demo came the TENS unit demo. The kitty and I had discussed these but I’d never played with one and she couldn’t make me understand her description…I get it now and will be getting one shortly, just Wow. The possibilities there are just excruciatingly diverse.

Source:
http://the-sadist.livejournal.com/97139.html