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Shocking Wait (Fdom-F, bd)
By Anon NixPixer c 1993
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She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked
girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost
impossible. It was the point of her tight bondage, of course.
She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between
her ankles forcing them apart. Her breast tied tight with clothes line
rope, loop after loop around the circumference of her tits, forcing them
to become swollen and full like over-ripe melons ready to explode. Her
arms were pulled behind her back, strapped together at the elbows and
wrists, forcing her tormented breasts up and forward. Her long blonde
hair cascaded down her bound arms halfway to her slim waist. She was
firmly gagged, her mouth stuffed with a penis gag and securely covered
by a thick leather strap. Otherwise she was completely nude.
That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it silenced
and commanded her naked body, offering her charms in wanton invitation.
But there was more tonight - much much more!
On each of her large nipples was an alligator-tooth spring-clamp,
biting deeply into each erect nipple. These connected to thin leather
straps, which connected together to a heavier strap. This went up to the
ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap
from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a
metal weight.
It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on it's
top. In fact, if the girl weren't leaning back and away, her taut
breasts pulling at the strap, her stretched nipples pierced by the sharp
metal teeth, the weight would rest on the plate itself. Perspiration
dripped from her. The girl arched herself backward, trembling,
struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to.
From the box ran a wire connected to a pole. The pole jutted up from the
floor, gleaming metal. It's end, a 10" dildo, was planted deep in the
girl's cunt. It was thick and painfully stretched wide the lips of her
pussy. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped forward, relaxing
her pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an
electrical circuit. When the circuit was completed, the box would send a
mild shock to the dildo - just a few volts but enough to make the girl
squirm from it's fiery bite.
If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue for twenty
seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again, and so on, until the
connection was broken. So she had a choice, this girl in helpless
bondage. She could yank at the strap, causing the clamps to bite
agonizingly at her nipples, or relax, and send the shock rippling into
her cunt. When that happened, she found that her writhings on the end of
the huge dildo set her pussy aflame! She would buck and squirm, and the
weight would bob up and down and nick the plate, and then the shock
would hit her like a whiplash.
But she couldn't take much of the shock, so, in spite of her arousal,
she would arch her naked body, pulling the weight away from the box.
Back and forth she would sway, slumping from exhaustion, biting down and
moaning into her gag when she heard the clank of the metal plates making
contact, then steeling herself for the shock to her cunt. Her body now
completely glistened with sweat. Her hair flailed about her as she shook
her head and bit down harder on the rubber penis in her mouth and willed
herself into a balanced posture.
The woman stood in the doorway watching her. The bound girl blushed in
shame when she entered, then lost her concentration and slumped forward.
Then she arched beautifully and quivered in desperation as the current
pulsed into her pussy. She was a hot bitch, naked and bound and whipped
into a frenzy by her clever torment. And the fact that she herself
determined what happened, in a helpless, torturous way, only added to
her stimulation.
She was contemplating a new addition to the girl's bondage torture. She
rummaged through a dresser and came up with two small boxes, also
dangling wires. She connected these wires to two small jacks in the
bigger box, then bent down between his captive's splayed legs.
"Up on your toes," she commanded. The girl moaned but obeyed, arching
up on her toes till her heels cleared the floor. The woman slipped one
of the smaller boxes under each heel. Each box had a small button on
it's top, no more than a half inch from the girl's foot. If she dropped
down from her toes, the heel would push the button.
"Better stay as you are, my sweet," the woman teased. "If either heel
touches those buttons, it'll up the voltage to your cunt another notch.
Keep your feet down and it'll keep upping the current."
The girl groaned deeply in frustration and agony as she heard this. It
was hard to stay on her toes with her legs spread so wide and with her
torso arched. But she would try. She didn't want the shocks to get any
worse. "It's ten o'clock," the woman said. "What do you say I leave you
here until - oh, I don't know - how about midnight?"
The girl looked at her in horror, shook her head "no", and moaned into
the gag. She wasn't watching the weight as she did this, and it dropped
and touched the box. The shock hit her, and she snapped to attention and
arched backwards in response. Too far backwards. She got her weight back
and dropped off her tiptoes, and her heels - both of them - hit the
buttons. She squirmed anew as the current surged a little higher until,
after twenty long seconds, it stopped.
She was panting, her breath ragged and her nostrils flaring. Even though
the current had stopped, she kept squirming on the dildo, aroused, so
hot she didn't care for anything except the orgasm about to burst
through her loins. Her writhings took her forward again, and the weight
touched down.
This shock pushed her over the brink. She would not be denied. Head
back, wailing into the gag, fingers scratching at her ass, her hips
twitching, she came with an all-consuming violence. Wave after wave
rippled through her body, which bucked and writhed in erotic abandon.
Her tormentress admired the naked beauty spasming before her. Her head
was thrown back, and she shook it back and forth as she came. Her blonde
mane floated behind her. Her eyes were closed, and a deep, low moan came
from her gagged mouth. Her breasts heaved and jiggled, the weight
scraped along the box, and her torso writhed delightfully. Her loins
pumped furoiusly at the dildo-pole, her juices dripping profusely down
its shiny thick length.
She was a spectacle of unchecked eroticism. She was beautiful. She was
hers. When her climax subsided, she slumped again and fell heavily onto
her heels, only to arch upwards again when yet another shock hit. She
looked through hooded eyes, her mind and body saturated with the
intensity of her pain and pleasure.
Her Mistress smiled at her, flicked on the movie lights, started the
video cameras, and closed the door, leaving her to her aroused frenzy of
torment. "Until one," he "until one, when the film runs out", she
thought to herself. "I'll leave her there until one o'clock."
By then, she knew she'd be ready for her next little adventure.