PART 1 Electric PLay

“You were a good girl.” I nod in agreement. “Such a good girl…” He strokes my cheek gently. “Do you remember what good girls get?”

 

I’m bite into my lower lip with an innocent smile, “They get to come, sir.”

 

“I believe you were looking forward to playing with a certain item.”

 

I nod furiously , “Yes, YES, please!”

 

“Are you good to keep going or do you want a break?”

 

“Is that a serious question?” He looks at me expectantly. “No, I don’t want a break.” 

 

He smirks. “Alright, then.” He brings over the box containing the TENS unit. (look for Erotic Electro Stimulation if  you want to seek it out)  It looks like a simple black electrical box. Inside the case, there are a few attachments. One is a hard shaft, kind of dildo-like. Another one is an anal plug, which is something I’ve never experienced, but I’m genuinely curious about. There are also sticky electrode pads that are already connected to wires. “As a whole, this is usually referred to as E-Stim, for electrical stimulation. Just FYI.” Great, Teacher-Daniel… That is not going to help my self-control… “There are a ton of ways to apply these to achieve different sensations and effects. We’ll try a few different ones tonight.”

 

I nod frenziedly, my mind reeling with the possibilities. “Okay.”

 

His voice lowers, “Here’s the thing, Princess, I want to fuck the hell out of you now.” I groan shamelessly. “So, the first one we’re going to do is going to allow me to fuck you and stim you. I don’t know how much longer I can handle not being inside of you.”

 

I groan, “Then do it!”  I add, “Please, sir.” 

 

He pulls my legs straight, then hooks his hands underneath my knees so they bend. “Open your legs, princess.” They fall open and as the outsides of my thighs touch the mattress, I can again hear how wet I am as my legs spread apart. “Jesus Christ…” This time I just moan in response. I’m past hiding my face. “Your pussy is delectable” He bends down to lick me clean. “God, and when I taste you, it’s inebriating… I get drunk on you, Princess…”

 

I’m my own kind of drunk right now… “Mmmmm, god, Dan you make me feel so fucking good…”

 

He is licking circles around my pussy, starting wide, encompassing my now ultra-sensitive outer lips. He lifts his mouth every couple of licks to whisper his filthy prose against my cunt, and I can feel my inner muscles contracting involuntarily in response to his breath on me.

 

“I’ve never demanded a shaved peach, but I’ve gotta say, Princess, this is a treat…”

 

I giggle, “So if I was to get a Brazilian, you’d be okay with that?”

 

I feel him smirk against my cunt, “I wouldn’t be opposed, Princess.”

 

“Okay. ‘Cause last weekend you were talking about how you preferred it, and I quote, ‘natural but well-groomed.’”

 

His voice returns to normal, “Johana, your pussy is just that – yours – okay? Some Doms will make demands of what their sub does with their body. That’s not me, okay? If you want it bare, then do it. If you want it wildly unkempt, do that. I’m not going to give orders about your body, especially not the most intimate part of you.”

 

I lift my head up to look at him. I can’t control my love for this man.  I remind myself that I really need to tell him about that – love – soon. To be honest, I’d be willing to do whatever he asked in this regard – he knows what’s going to feel most pleasurable, but I love that he’ll let me maintain autonomy over this. He knows that while I have a craving for his control in the bedroom, I might resent being controlled outside of it.

 

“Thank you.” I smile down at him, and he gives me one of his stunning smiles in return. “Dan, you’re amazing. I’m so fucking lucky to have you.”

 

He smirks, “Not as lucky as me.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, leaving gentle nips along in a line leading toward my heat.

 

“I’ll think about it. I’d have to wait a few weeks for a wax, anyway.”

 

“Okay. Until then…” He sweeps his lips across my bare lips again, and I throw my head back against the sheets again, moaning when he flicks his tongue lightly over my clit.

 

“Oh, fuck, that’s good… Do that again!”

 

“Do that again, what?” Back to Dom mode.

 

“Please do that again Sir!” I almost shriek the ‘sir’ as he immediately obliges my request, sweeping a little more firmly over my clit this time. Then he lets up, and I let out a frustrated huff.

 

“Patience, Princess… We’ll get there. And I promise you, it’ll be worth the wait.” His words are like erotic strokes on my mind.   He goes back to licking circles around my cunt. He licks gentle strokes on my outer lips, then sweeps his tongue inside my folds to caress my inner lips. I hear obscene slurping sounds, but when he growls in appreciation for my response to his ministrations, I lose any inhibitions that may have caused me to feel embarrassed about it. He’s denying my clit the attention it so desperately craves, making me fuss while I attempt to thrust my hips where I want them…

 

He smirks, looking smug as he lifts himself away and pulls me up into a sitting position. He stands up and starts to speak again as he clears away the rest of the toys that are spread out on the bed.

 

“Okay, so you get another choice, since we’re again introducing something new.” I nod in acknowledgement and he continues, “Do you want restraints for this or would you like your hands free?”

 

“If my hands are free, there’s no telling what they’ll do.” That’s the truth. I’m totally out of even my own control at this point. “So please… restrain me… Sir.” I know he gets a thrill when I ask him to tie me up, which of course thrills me in return.

 

His pupils are blown out and he takes a deep breath. I can see the excitement reeling off of him at the opportunity to bind my limbs. “As you wish, Princess.” He retrieves some leather cuffs then walks back in front of me so he can gently buckle them around my wrists. After each wrist is secured, he connects them together with another buckle of some sort. The leather cuffs are new to me. Rigid and firm, but lined with a soft padded material against my wrists.

 

“Why no ropes this time, sir?”

 

“For one thing, these are quicker. But more importantly, these are more comfortable when you’re pulling against them. And I have a feeling you’re going to be pulling hard once we get started.” He must see my alarmed expression because he speaks again, “Oh, Princess, you’ll be pulling from ecstasy.” I breathe a sigh of relief. “You just have a tendency to jerk violently against your restraints when I make you come hard.” He smiles gently, “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

 

“You just think of everything, don’t you?” I can feel a lop-sided smile on my face.

 

He nods and pulls my face to his, placing a kiss on my lips that’s so gentle, it’s almost out of place. “I try, Princess.” He kisses me again, this time with breathtaking intensity, parting my lips with his tongue, moaning when my mouth opens to grant him entrance. He cards his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head, while his other hand explores my body, sweeping over my neck, then across my chest, brushing lightly over my nipples. My chest automatically thrusts forward as I release a desperate moan. I can feel how satisfied he is with my body’s involuntary responses to his methodical touches.

 

As an unspoken rule, Daniel persistently and skillfully avoids the most sensitive parts of me, and the anticipation has my body nearly vibrating. I have an image of a perfectly tuned upright bass (the kind in orchestras, not the ones used by rock stars), the taut strings freshly plucked, throbbing with deep intensity. I’ve learned to appreciate, even crave, his teasing touches, because it makes my release so incredibly explosive.

 

I could lose myself forever in this kiss, but he breaks it to whisper in my ear, “Scoot back to the middle of the bed.” While I’m doing so, he walks to the other side. I turn my head to look behind me and I see him bend down to bring up a strap with some sort of fastener.

 

I chuckle at this new development. “Jesus, is this bed a transformer or something? Hidden straps?”

 

He laughs, “It’s got a secret identity. Now lie down on your back and give me your wrists.”

 

While doing as he asks, I think about what he was saying.  I was so far gone that night, the details are hazy, but when I look up at the mirrors on the ceiling above me, I distinctly recall seeing a similar image – my arms stretched above me while he attaches my wrists to something at the edge of the bed.

 

I feel him squeeze my hand twice, so I squeeze back twice, recognizing this is our recently agreed-upon check-in signal.

 

“You remembered.  Good girl.” And the floodgates open…

 

“Mmmm, yes sir.”

 

“Pull hard a few times for me, Princess.” I quickly comply, finding the bonds to be unyielding and inescapable. “Do you feel any pain or tingling in your fingers or under the cuffs?”

 

I shake my head, “No, Sir.”

 

“And your shoulders – are they comfortable enough?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Good girl.” I close my eyes, feeling the smile across my face reach my soul.

 

He walks back around the bed as he unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants and boxers, his erection free of its confines. The sight of Daniel, unabashed in his nakedness, makes me ridiculously aroused (as if I actually need to be hornier than I already am). I don’t realize I’ve moaned out loud until he asks me, “Everything alright, Princess?” The shit-eating grin on his face tells me he knows exactly how ‘alright’ everything is.

 

“I’m just looking forward to you being inside of me, Sir.”

 

“Soon, Princess. Soon.” He’s back at my feet again. He takes a seat on the bed and pivots so he is facing me, looking in my eyes.

 

He reaches over and takes the electrode pads out of the case. “So for this first round, I’m not going to use any insertion attachments. We’ll stick to the external pads. I’m not kidding when I tell you it’ll be intense.” I gasp, which he must find amusing. Or endearing. Based on his smile, I’m going with endearing.

 

I smile back at him as he continues on, in Teacher-Daniel mode. “We’ll have a bit of trial-and-error as we figure out exactly the most pleasurable placement. We do it around the clit, not on it.”

 

“How will you know if it’s in the best spot?”

 

He chuckles, “Your response. Also, I can see if the right areas are contracting. From what I’m told, and what I’ve seen, the sensation is incredible.”

 

I thrust my hips upwards, hinting at him to do it already.

 

“And you know how TENS works?”

 

I huff in exasperation, “Yes, yes – the electric current stimulates the nerves, and if applied correctly, stimulating muscle contractions.”

 

He laughs at my impatience. “Correct. And the electrodes—”

 

I cut him off, “—Have to be in contact with my skin to conduct the current to the appropriate muscles. I know, I know. PLEASE PLEASE! Just DO it already!”

 

He looks at me sternly, like he’s observing a bratty toddler (which, to be honest, I’m kind of acting like one). I know that I have to apologize for my obnoxious behavior. He does not appreciate being interrupted in here…

 

I take a deep breath and compose myself before calmly continuing, “I’m sorry for being impatient, Sir. I’ll be good now.”

 

“Good girl.” He smiles and I cant handle more anticipation …