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I suppose it’s inevitable that philosophies will differ on whether to use electricity in the training of slavegirls:

I turned around and found myself facing a short, dark-skinned man
with a black mustache. With a friendly smile, he stretched out
his right hand and said: “I’m Tony. This wench is mine. Isn’t she
a real sweetheart?”

“Oh yes, indeed,” I agreed as we shook hands. “I haven’t seen
anything like her in the market for quite a while. Where did you
get her from?”

“From the hands of the E&L guys. Those bustards! They would have
wasted her. The day I went there, they had her hanging from the
ceiling, her hands tied behind the back and drawn up and all
that. And they tied a cement block to her big toes. Man, it
looked like they were going to break her arms and ruin her for
good. When I got there they had a pair of damn big alligator
clamps on her nipples. They wired them up, and a guy was giving
her electric shocks through the tits. The poor babe was jerking
like a fish out of water. Man, you never heard a girl screaming
like that!”

“Good God! Did they really do that to you?” I turned to the
slavegirl.

“Yes, sir,” she answered briefly. Her voice was noticeably shak-
ing with terror at the memory.

“Why did they do that?” I asked Tony, truly unable to imagine the
necessity to torture this sweet and helpless girl in such a
horrifying way.

“It turned out some big brothel wanted to buy her, and they were
only softening her up for the johns. Damn fools! I told them they
were ruining genuine crystal to make a piece of glass. And I told
them the best thing they could do by beating her up was to turn
her into a bitch just like those,” Tony pointed at the sexy
blondes chained next to Stephanie.

“That’s true,” I agreed sincerely.

“Yeah! I could see at the first sight this babe was something
special. High-class stuff; you know what I mean? She deserves
better than that. So I made them a better offer and took her
home. I trained her myself. It didn’t take too much hard work.
She’s a real good girl. Aren’t you, sweetie?” He turned to the
slavegirl and started rubbing the back of his hand against one of
her nipples.

From Stephanie In The Slave Market by Sir Kevin.

We got out the violet wand and gave them a demonstration – Griz shocked my breasts, thighs, pussy, and ass… my breasts are still red and sore today from all the zapping he did!

Because I was a good girl, Griz came on my face and breasts.

Source:
http://everythingoze.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-guy-can-be-sexy.html

Every electricity fetishist needs a couple of these in his closet! “The very thing for ladies!”

You know it must have been fun to wear, plus of course “the chest is aided in its healthy development.”

If you get your girl a cattle prod, using it might look something like this (at first, before you go for her more tender and juicy parts):

And if you first present the cattle prod to her as a Valentine’s Day present, all wrapped up in a huge heart-shaped box that she thinks will have many pounds of finest Belgian chocolate inside, she will show you her happy face, something like this:

The rest of your Valentines Day entertainment will look like this. (Results not guaranteed, go figure.)

Photos are from Shadow Slaves.

This weekend I had my first experience with a Violet Wand and it was fantastic. I’ve always had an irrational fear of electricity. I blame it on my brother picking me up and throwing me into the electric fence on multiple occasions…

Source:
http://magickalpony.livejournal.com/7292.html

Here’s a cattle prod story that’s not intentionally erotic. But you know where it’s going from the first sentence:

My husband is so lucky I have a huge heart and can forgive most things….

Source:
http://jolleyzoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/cattle-proding-not-for-your-wife.html

This Taser story isn’t really sexual, but it’s funny as heck:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety….??

‘WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.

I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.

AWESOME!!!

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain t o Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as a dvertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.? ? All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5″ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, “no possible way!”

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best…? ? I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, “don’t do it master,” reasoning that a one- second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . .

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!

I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me u p in the recliner , then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again.

I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?

The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, “Do it again, stupid, do it again!”

Note: If you ever feel compelled to “mug” yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself!

You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.

A three-second burst would be considered conservative?

SON-OF-A-… That hurt like **% !!! A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I’m still looking for my testicles! I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return!! Still in shock!

P . S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

From Pledging Omega by Blair:

Having an older sister a current member of Omega house Patrice thought would save her some of the humiliation associated with Hell Week. She was wrong.

The door opened and Patrice carefully stepped out “dressed” as a witch. Her brown hair had been dyed coal black. On top of her head she wore the traditional witches hat. It was what was underneath the hat that made her wince as she walked. The computer geeks, for the small price of seeing some initiation pictures of the current class of Omega pledges, had built a small electronic device that, every time it shifted off center, would generate a small electric shock. Hidden in her hair and inside her skimpy costume the thin wires had been cruelly twisted around each of Patrice’s nipples.

A third wire ran down the side of her costume. There was some debate as to where this should lead, her pussy or her asshole. It was agrees that an Omega couldn’t be cumming all over herself in public so it should be inserted in her asshole. The sisters wanted to make sure it wouldn’t come out so it was super glued into her crack after fully 8 inches were inserted in her rectum.

Her body was barely covered in black leather. The outfit was a single piece of leather consisting of a skirt the same length as Megan’s elf skirt. Like the other three pledges, panties were omitted from her costume.

The top band of the skirt was much lower however. Form hem to the top the “skirt” measured no more than 12 inches. It’s only purpose was to cover Patrice’s puss when standing. Any bending of any kind and the pledge would flash all who were looking at her.

…

Patrice’s footwear consisted of thigh high black leather boots with 6 inch stiletto heels. The sisters wanted to ensure maximum movement and shifting on the pledges part to shock herself. To add to this they had poured oil in to the boots. Patrice not only had to concentrate on balancing on the severe heels but also to not have her feet shift inside the boots.

She had already fallen twice parading in front of the sisters. They laughed at Patrice as she yelped and fell to the ground. Both her tits had popped out and she hurriedly covered them back up, all the while getting a continual shock on her nipples and in her rectum. Her nipples were yanked hard by the wires when she fell, adding greatly to her humiliating pain. A hard slap on her exposed behind hurried her back to her feet. Enduring 6 days of spankings made her jump at the chance to avoid further attention to that area.

Though the geeks had told the sisters Patrice would only receive a mild annoying shock, what they actually did was put a much stronger battery in the device. Omega’s never paid attention to them, and Patrice would get to pay the price for their attitude.

I wish I knew the origins of this electrosex drawing:

I had to service Anne-Marie orally for what seemed like forever while I was stimulated by her husband with a violet wand. I was dressed in a total enclosure black catsuit for the scene but the sparks from the wand easily penetrated the thin rubber as he played the electrodes over nipples and genitals. The suit has anal and vaginal sheaths as well and he used one of the wands probes as an excrutiatingly pleasurable dildo on me.

That was followed by a long luxurious whipping by Sir which is always a delight. But in this case, as I was tied over a spanking bench for the whipping, I was also available for Anne-Marie to take her revenge with her rubber gloved fist in my just recently stimulated orifice. It was amazing but left me utterly out of control of myself. An hour of total encapsulation, still hooded and re-gagged but now in my vacuum bed and quivering from both physical and psychological pleasure and pain was just what I needed.

Source:
http://latexlifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/01/holidays-at-home-with-family-and.html

I went to a special fetish party at the end of December called an “Extreme Players Party”. This was closed to the general public, even the fetish wearing kind, which means that a lot of crazy stuff went on.

I decided to go dressed as a submissive so I went all out in latex with a hood, gloves, collar, corset, pants and more. I ran into almost everyone I know and it was a very good time.

I also got to fool around with an electrical probe known as a “violet wand” which is a tool that sends electrical current to a microscopic part of your skin where it touches and you get a hard shock, it feels like a cigarette burn without any aftermarks or bruising. I got it on my nipples — lol, that sorta stung.

Source:
http://redfox117.livejournal.com/6587.html

In another first, I played with a couple of TENS units with a fabulous couple. Such an interesting feeling not being able to control your muscle contractions as normal. I have never squealed or squeaked during a scene, but this elicited the loudest unbidden squeaks and squeals I’ve ever done. Wow.

There is so much more that can be done, than what I felt comfortable with on this first introductory session. So many new sensations. An undulating of the muscle fibers contracting, depending on how they were placed.

Unfortunately there was a couple of them that had me saying “that’s a bad feeling.” It might’ve been the intensity at which they’d increased the pads before moving them, but those felt mostly like I was being deeply scraped or cut. Though, of course, I don’t have any marks. Just tired muscles from their extended electro-stimulated workout. Perhaps the cutting feeling resulted, as in playing with a violet wand, perhaps the smaller surface area – and maybe the decreased pad lubrication and therefore conductivity wearing out, increasing the intensity of the feeling. Hmm.

Source:
http://merrickkite.livejournal.com/40000.html