I’m perpetually out of order, but right now, it doesn’t really matter. Here I sit with a well organized queue of posts, all neatly written and politely waiting in line to be published, when along comes a session so weird and wonderful that it deserves a write up to be thrust immediately to the front of the line. Sorry everyone… if I’ve promised a chronicle of a recent scene or have assured you that your topic suggestion would grace the pages of my WordPress: it will, but it’s going to need to wait a few more days.
Why? Look at the title. That about sums up with just happened.
What began as a carefully scripted appointment with a regular partner of mine, quickly turned into a slightly comical, entirely nerdy and highly experimental scene where mid way through, our diabolical role play was abandon the moment we both realized a little anomaly with my electrical unity (Erostek 312b). Different positions + different placement of the pads = some VERY NEW sensations.
Yes, this is enough reason for me to abandon a well constructed role play. As he explained rather gentlemanly, “It felt like you were using the fuck saw on me…in a good way”. My brain paused. It made him feel like I was using my fucksaw? My electro box? All because of where and how I had the pads and how I had him kneeling? Jackpot! Hands free fuck saw sensation = Win. Now we need to see what else we can come up with!!!
Moments later, perched upon my medical table, he was fitted again with the electro pads and away we went. From the corner of my eye, I notice my microphone…something I’ve not used all to often in scene, though it fits beautifully with this particular box. Each wave patterns flows in sync with whatever sounds goes into the mic. Louder sounds produce more intense sensations and different vocal patterns generate an electrical imitation. Simple, unless you crank the box WAY up, effectively silencing everyone in the room, as any sound made will force the box send intense pulses of electricity into his hot-wired genitals. *grin*.
At this point, this little microphone is the scariest thing in the room
This game was fun for about 5 minutes, the two of us trying not to laugh or talk too loudly, lest we trigger the cycle (wrath) of the Erostek.
Suddenly, I started laughing at the thought of the two of us trying to remain silent, our very breaths setting the box off and making him groan – repeating the cycle of shocks. Eventually, clever as we are, we found a happy medium….
I taped the microphone to my chest…. above my heart to be precise! The beat setting off the pulses, which I turned way down. Pain was now pleasure, my heart set the pace of the now very soothing and sultry beats going into his most sensitive bits. Effectively, I performed tease and denial with my pulse. Crazy as it sounds, it was A-MAZING. Especially because I can very easily control my heart rate, raising and lowering it with a slight bit of mediation. When things looks to be a bit too ‘comfortable’ – I’d sharply speak and ruin his fun.
After some very thorough enjoyment, we got to thinking about how else we might use this wonderful and highly adaptive box to absurd and pervy uses. My friend struck gold with an idea that I can’t beat (not at the moment at least). Hook my electro box to a brain wave monitoring device and THINK your partner into a tizzy.
Let me be more clear: I can hook my brain up, very simply, very safely, and either deliver painful shocks or ultra sensual pulses anywhere I place the conductive pads just by thinking it. All I need is this little thing:
Just kidding, they look more like this now.
Yeah. Beat that. You can’t….you just friggin can’t!
Of course, we both saw the potential for this to be used at home with our sexual partners: get your partner off via thought if the box were set to the built in ‘orgasm’ setting. *muah ha ha*
In our case, we stuck to a more devious version but it was just perfect for my cruel intentions.
So that was my day. What did you do?