He was strapped down firmly to the bondage table. Ratchet straps tight across his chest, abdomen, thighs and calves; a leather ring gag stretching his mouth in an open O. Above him, a naked woman suspended in rope, rigged to the tracking beam, her body parallel to his. Standing beside them, I slid the violet wand conductor into the bands along her thigh and handed her five short metal talons to put on her fingertips.
Slowly she used her claws, cat-like, and tracked herself up and down the length of his body, pressing her steel nails into his nipples, groin, legs, and feet. Sparks danced blue as the electricity sizzled between them. As he moaned, I tilted my head over his and let my saliva stream steadily into his mouth. Then I touched her — hand, arm, breast, hip, chin — and leaned forward to tease his lips with my shocking tongue. Rubbed my nose stingingly to his. Put my teeth to his nipple. Zzzzt.
I struck her reddened cheeks with the flogger, paddle, and cane. “Let him feel your pain,” I told her. She smiled and reached for his nipples with her nails, alternating with a barest contact to focus the electric intensity and then digging her nails into his nipples. Her eyes sparkled. So did mine.
Miss Orleans,
Encore! Encore!!!
Yours,
Whizzer
Another vivid mental image, thank you so much for sharing it.
The scene reminds me of a time when I was an MFA photography student and I was house sitting for a professor with a nice house and pool in Scottsdale AZ. I got tied face down to chaise lounge. I think they used electrical extension cords. They’d taken the cushion off the lounge and strategically re-arranged the wooden slats. They fooled around together on top of me. Very frustrating! And they lay together under the lounge and fiddled with and tormented my various sensitive parts in a prolonged tease. They got back on top of me and really went at each other. Double frustrating, uncomfortable,and kind of painful. They swam around for awhile. Interesting thing was that both women were great fun physically and imaginative and responsive lovers on their own. But on their own, they were both either neutral or slightly submissive sexually. When they got together, they seemed to inspire and conspire and act on their interests in domination. None of us knew much of the vocabulary or about D/s dynamics. It was more like a delicious form of experimentation and trust.
In the scene you described,I loved that at times you used the woman as a device. It didn’t seem like you totally objectified her. She was a conduit through which your energy and imagination flowed.
Gulp
@garrett
Sigh. You give me such an appetite.