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Wife's BDSM Scene Ch. 01

By: jdrew2001



WARNING-- This story depicts bdsm especially electrosex engaged in by a slut wife. The bdsm is extreme with an emphasis on the S&M. If you are squeamish or cannot handle rough stories please read something else. The wife in this story is used and abused by men other than her husband and by some women as well. If you are looking for the monogamous couple spicing thing up with each other type of story while rainbows and butterflies appear overhead there are a few good ones that were recently posted. This is not one of them. The husband is not a cuckold and there are no cream pies. If any of that is not for you then please move on and read something else and spare me the comments that show you were unable to even comprehend this first paragraph. I purposely typed this paragraph slowly so that those who persist in posting and sending childish comments can follow it better. 

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Ann knew that someday the call would come but she was startled when it finally did. We were just sitting around one evening watching some silly movie on TV when the phone rang. Ann answered it and although I could hear her talking I could not make out any of what she was saying. The call lasted for less than a minute and Ann came back into the living room after she hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"It was Paul," Ann answered in a quivering voice.

I immediately knew from Ann's reaction that Paul had called to schedule the bdsm scene she had agreed to have with him as the price for his helping to arrange her black anal gang bang (See Wife Draws Cards-Nine of Clubs).

Paul was a dom who trained women as sex slaves and had wanted Ann to be in one of his bdsm scenes at a sex club we visited on occasion but she had always refused. Ann did let him fuck her once. Paul was a light skinned black guy about 6'2" and 200 pounds. He was in his mid 30's and worked out a couple of times a week so he was pretty sculpted.

Before getting on with the story let me describe my wife Ann for those of you who may not have read my other stories. Ann is 5'2" and weighs 115 pounds. She has brown eyes and medium length brown hair that at times looks reddish in certain light. Her skin is very pale and she has reddish freckles on her tits and shoulders. Her breasts are a natural B cup topped with light brown/pinkish nipples which get a little more than a half an inch long when she is aroused.

Ann has a very, very thin waist which gives her a classic hourglass figure and an ass to die for. She does not have any tattoos or piercings and now keeps her pussy shaved. We never had children so Ann's pussy is nice and tight and there are no stretch marks. Ann has a killer smile and while she was in college finished as first runner-up in the Miss (fill in name of college cause I'm not going to tell you) competition.

"So when is it going to happen?" I inquired not having to ask what the call was about.

"A month from this Friday," Ann replied.

I did a quick mental calculation and determined that the date would be December 11th.

"Any idea what is going to happen?" I asked.

"No, Paul said he would send me an e-mail with some details. He did say that I would not have a safe word as I had not asked for one when I agreed to do the scene with him and that I would be shocked by some of the things that would happen to me," Ann said.

"Hmmmmm," I muttered.

"I was hoping that Paul would forget the whole thing," Ann said with a hint of trepidation in her voice.

We talked about things further and Ann told me that Paul had made her agree that if she did not finish the scene that she would have her nipples and clit pierced. That was the same forfeit that she was trying to avoid when she asked Paul to arrange for a group of guys to fuck her ass in order to win a bet we had made.

Ann went over to our bar and poured herself a healthy drink and said, "I am really scared about what Paul is going to do to me. I saw how rough he was with the women in the other sessions we saw at the club and I was always glad it was not me on the receiving end."

The next few days went by uneventfully although Ann did check her e-mail more often looking for the message from Paul. Ann said that her mind often raced with the possibilities of what she thought Paul would do to her and that despite her fear she became more and more turned on from the uncertainty.

Ann logged in to her e-mail account on Friday and saw that she had a message from Paul. It read as follows:

"Greetings, slave. In one month from today you are going to pay your debt to me and be the star of your very own bdsm scene. I have told many people about the upcoming event and you can count on at least 60 people being there. For a preview of what will be done to you visit the websites linked below. I will be in contact again."

Ann clicked on the first link and was taken to a site where women were restrained and then pleasured and tortured with electrical stimulation. She watched wide eyed as the women on the screen writhed and cried and often screamed as their limits were pushed by more and more voltage. Ann was so engrossed in watching one of the videos that she did not notice that I had come into the office and was looking over her shoulder.

When the video ended Ann slumped back in the chair and brushed up against me and realized that she was not alone.

"I never knew that people did such things," Ann said, her naïveté clearly showing.

Those of you who have read my other stories will be familiar with Ann's sexual metamorphosis over the past twelve months from a typical wife to a slut wife who is now intent on making up for lost time as far as sexual adventures go. Based on where she came from it is not a surprise that she did not know about electrosex.

"There's a first time for everything," I replied making a mental reminder to cross electro sex off of the list of things that Ann had not tried.

Ann's attention returned to the screen. She went back to Paul's message and clicked on the other link he provided. That link took her to a website that sold e-stim equipment and described how it worked. Ann spent about an hour reading that site and looking at the equipment. She appeared especially interested in a dual channel control unit and she called me in to the office to have a look.

I read the description and saw that the unit had two separate outputs and that each could be varied in intensity from one to 100. There were a number of user reviews that said that steps one through 20 could barely be felt, steps 21 through 60 covered a range of stimulations, some pleasant and others painful, steps 61 through 70 were described as very intense and generally painful and steps 71 and above were described as being in the "don't go there category."

"What have I gotten myself into?" Ann asked rhetorically. "I know that Paul is going to take me to the limit and that if he has the control unit I just read about I will be in the steps above 71 for a part of the night," Ann continued.

"Well, you can always cancel and do the forfeit of having your nipples and clit pierced," I said.

"No, I cannot do that, my nipples and clit are just too sensitive. I know I would not be able to hold still while it was done and if I did not hold still I could get damaged in places a woman does not want damaged," Ann replied.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," I offered, "After all, I doubt that Paul would turn it up to the max and just leave it there for a couple of hours."

Ann did not seem consoled by what I said but as she had gotten herself into this situation she would have to get herself out.

The next week went by uneventfully although I did notice Ann again perusing the websites that Paul had directed her to review.

It was late Friday afternoon when Paul called and spoke with Ann. He told her he had something to show her and said he would be over about 7PM that night.

Ann objected saying she had plans to go out with one of her girlfriends but Paul told her she was his until the scene was finished and that she had to cancel her plans. He also told her that she was to greet him naked at the front door wearing only a pair of her CFM heels. Ann whimpered her agreement and hung up the phone.

We had a light dinner and around quarter to seven Ann went upstairs. She came down at five minutes before the hour naked as the day she was born except for a pair of black CFM heels. I told her to come over to where I was sitting. She walked over and stood by my side. I ran my hands over her ass and noticed that her nipples were hard. I moved my right hand up the inside of her right thigh and cupped her pussy. I was amazed to feel that Ann was absolutely oozing. If she were any wetter her juices would have been running down the inside of her thighs. I was just starting to finger her cunt when the doorbell rang.

Ann excused herself and went to answer the door. She opened the door and ushered Paul into the foyer. From where I was sitting I could see him run his hands over her nakedness pausing to evaluate her breasts, ass and pussy. She seemed to get weak in the knees when his hand disappeared between her thighs and I assumed he had slipped at least one finger into her already sopping cunt.

Paul picked up the bag he had brought with him and followed Ann into the family room where I was sitting. I stood up and extended my hand to Paul and we shook hands. I felt a hint of wetness on two of his fingers confirming that he had indeed fingered Ann's cunt in the foyer. We exchanged pleasantries while Ann stood there demurely with all of her charms on full display.

I wondered if Paul would want to fuck her this evening and knew that it would not matter as Ann and I had a strong relationship that allowed each of us to fuck other people but to make love only with each other.

As he placed the bag he brought with him on the coffee table Paul said, "I thought I would give Ann a preview of how her bdsm scene would go."

Paul started to remove the items on the bag and when he placed the control unit on the table I could see that it did not look anything like the one on the website he had linked for Ann. He saw me looking at it and said, "I guess you did not know but I am an electrical engineer. I not only design circuits but I can build them as well. What you see is based on what was on the website but I have made several improvements."

"The unit I built has six separate channels and unlike the model on the website the channels can be used one at a time or together in any combination or all at the same time. The unit has a dozen pre-set programs and new programs can be added easily. The intensity still goes from zero to one hundred but I increased the power by about twenty five percent so this baby should really pack a punch although I have not tried it all the way on anyone yet," Paul explained.

As Paul said this he looked over at Ann and both of us realized that Ann would be the guinea pig on whom Paul would try his new creation. From where I was sitting, I could see a shudder course through Ann's shoulders as Paul's words sunk in.

"Well, I wanted to come over to give Ann a taste of what electro sex is about so let's get started," Paul said.

Paul reached into the bag and took out a very large anal plug, larger than any Ann had had inside of her before. Ann's eyes widened as she considered the girth of the toy Paul was holding.

"Big, isn't it," Paul said when he saw the look of trepidation on Ann's face. "I think we will save this one for your session," Paul said and he reached into the bag and took out a more moderately sized butt plug.

"The reason I use large ones is because your muscles will contract when the current hits. The larger toys will fight against those contractions producing some of the most intense pleasure and pain you have ever felt," Paul explained.

"Why don't you come over here and we will begin," Paul said to Ann.

Ann went over to where Paul was sitting and he said, "Get on your hands and knees, ass toward me."

With Ann's ass directly in front of him Paul took a tube of what we thought was regular sex lube but was actually conductive gel and squeezed out a good sized dollop and rubbed it around and into Ann's asshole. Ann grunted as Paul's fingers invaded her nethermost passage but she did not try to move away.

Satisfied that she was prepared properly Paul picked up the butt plug, spread more of the gel on it, lined it up with Ann's asshole and pushed it home. Ann squealed as the thickest part of the butt plug pushed past her sphincter and seated itself in her ass.

"OK, now get on your back," Paul directed Ann and she quickly scooted around to comply with his directive. 

Paul reached into the bag and brought out a large dildo. He smeared a coat of the gel over its length and set it aside. Like the butt plug it had glistening metal strips along its sides and wires with a connector coming out of the bottom. He inserted his index finger into Ann's pussy and when he felt how wet she was he removed it and replaced it with the dildo which he slid in to the hilt.

Reaching into the bag again Paul pulled out a couple of clamps with wires extending from them. "Normally I would put these on your pussy lips and one on your clit but since today is just to give you a taste I will wait until your session to give you the full experience," he said.

It only took a few moments for Paul to connect the wires protruding from Ann's pussy and ass to the control unit. When he was satisfied the connections were all tight he plugged the unit in and turned it on. You could hear a low hum as the circuits came to life.

Ann just lay on her back with her knees drawn up and legs spread with her feet on the floor waiting for the first jolt to hit. She did not have to wait long.

"Here we go," Paul said as he pushed a button on the control unit.

"Ugh," Ann grunted as the current flowed into her most private recesses.

Paul gave her a few seconds and then increased the intensity. The added current caused Ann to involuntarily lift her pelvis off of the floor an inch or two as the contractions in her ass and pussy grew stronger.

Ann's breathing quickened and a light sheen of perspiration began to develop on her body. Paul played with the buttons on the control unit and was apparently varying the power levels. He did this for a few minutes and Ann was bouncing around the floor pretty good, writhing and moaning and sliding her ass side to side and thrusting her pelvis up and down.

Paul fiddled with the control unit and said, "Let's try one of the programs," as he pushed a button on the unit he held in his hands.

The program he selected oscillated the pulses between the two probes inside of Ann and varied the intensity. Ann responded almost immediately and a low "Ooooooooh," escaped her lips.

Paul let the program run for a few minutes and eventually Ann's right hand came down and she started to finger her clit. Her moans grew louder and more frequent and you could tell she was getting close to an orgasm.

Not wanting to let Ann cum Paul pushed a button on the control unit and Ann let out a loud wail as a strong jolt coursed into her pussy and then into her ass and then into both at the same time. He gave Ann another strong jolt and then shut down the current.

Ann's breathing was really rapid now both from almost having had an orgasm and from the shock of the strong jolts. Paul let her rest for about as minute and said, "OK, you have felt the pleasure side of electro sex; let me give you a taste of the other side."

"This next program starts with a moderate level of current and then increases it by one unit every five seconds," Paul explained, as he set the controls to activate only the dildo.

"Oh my gawd," Ann exclaimed as the first stronger jolt of current hit the sensitive walls of her pussy. In five seconds the sensation increased as it did five seconds after that.

Ann started to open and close her hands and to oscillate her hips from side to side. She continued to moan and cry out each time the current increased.

After about a minute she began to pound her fists on the floor and to beg saying, "Please, no more, turn it off."

Paul ignored her pleas and let the program run for another thirty to forty seconds. Ann could not take any more and finally her hands went down to her pussy. She started to feel for the wires to try to disconnect the dildo or to pull it from her body.

Seeing this Paul terminated the program and the current stopped. Ann just slumped to the floor and lay there with her eyes closed.

"That wasn't bad," Paul said, "You made it to almost sixty percent power."

Ann shuddered at his words because she knew that Paul would go beyond that level in her bdsm scene and that the worst was yet to come.

"Of course, you will be bound during the scene so we will not have to worry about your hands interfering with what will be happening between your legs," Paul added.

He disconnected the wires and pulled the dildo and butt plug out of Ann and put them and the rest of his gear into the bag. Paul helped Ann to her feet and said, "The scene will be at the club on Friday, December 11th. Plan to arrive by 7:30PM. The scene will start at 9PM and consist of two sessions. Wear only a pair of heels and a trench coat."

Paul picked up his bag and Ann escorted him to the door. As he was about to leave he paused and took Ann into his arms. He hugged her for a moment and then spun her around and held her with her back against his chest. He snaked his hand down to her still sopping pussy and began to finger her. She responded almost instantly and began to grind her pussy against Paul's hand. A few seconds later she exploded into orgasm and Paul had to hold her up to keep her from falling to her knees. He gave her a few moments to recover and then gave her a peck on the cheek and walked out the door saying, "See you on the 11th."

Ann walked shakily into the family room and saw that I had stripped and was standing in the middle of the room. She walked over to me and we kissed and then I gently pushed her to her knees. Ann sucked almost the full length of my cock into her mouth and I damn near lost it right then. I regained control and let her suck my cock for a while.

I pulled her mouth off of me and helped her to her feet. I guided her behind one of the leather sofas and bent her over the back. With her CFM heels her pussy was at just the right level and I pushed my cock into her in one thrust. We fucked hard and fast and Ann came twice before I blew my load deep inside of her.

As we came down Ann said, "Hmmmm, seems like watching Paul work me over turned somebody on." She then gave me one of her killer smiles that never fails to light up the room.

The next week went by normally and Ann and I made love a couple of times. Each time she hugged me closely when we were done as if she wanted to feel protected.

I was in bed on Saturday night reading a book when Ann got into bed and slid beside me. "Hold me," she said as she snuggled closer. I drew her closer to me and gently caressed her hair.

After a minute she said, "I am so scared about the scene at the club. When Paul had the power up it felt like my insides were being pricked by a thousand needles and then it felt like the walls of my pussy were on fire. He said that he only went to just below sixty percent power. I know he is going to go beyond that during the scene and I don't know how I will be able to take any more."

I continued to hold Ann and stroke her hair. After a few moments she continued, "I also can't imagine what it will feel like when Paul puts clamps on my clit and pussy lips and shocks me there because you know how sensitive my clit is."

I moved around a bit and kissed Ann gently on the lips. She responded with her tongue and it was clear that she wanted to make love. I moved my free hand down to her pussy and found it was drenched.


Wife's BDSM Scene Ch. 01



"Wow," I said, "I cannot believe how wet you are."

"I have been that way almost constantly since Paul demonstrated the equipment for me. The rational, logical part of me is scared witless but another part is just incredibly turned on by what will happen to me in two weeks," Ann said.

We stopped conversing and got down to the sex which was fantastic. Ann came again and again and I saw that she was right about a part of her being incredibly turned on.

The next two weeks went by normally except for more frequent sex. We talked about the scene only once when Ann asked me, "Paul did not say anything about putting clamps on my nipples and shocking me there. Do you think he will want to do that to me as well?"

"I talked to him about that and he said that he does not use electrodes above the waist which is what most of the people who make the gear recommend," I replied. "Apparently there may be a small risk to the heart and Paul said that even a small risk was not worth it," I continued.

Ann gave me a small smile as if to say thanks for looking out for me at least a little.

The Friday of her scene finally arrived and Ann took the day off from work as she said she would not be able to concentrate anyway. Ann spent the afternoon getting ready and she shaved any stubble from her body and cleaned herself out with an enema as she assumed that her ass would be used. She did her hair and makeup to perfection even though she knew that once the current started to flow into her that she would quickly look disheveled at best.

It did not take her long to dress. After all, how long does it take to put on a pair of heels?

At a few minutes before seven she came down the steps and got her trench coat out of the foyer closet.

I could see the fear in her eyes as I helped her on with her coat.

"Is there any way out of this?" she asked.

I took her nipples in my fingers and gave them a light squeeze and said, "You know the way out."

"If there were any other forfeit than getting my nipples and clit pierced I would take it in a heartbeat," Ann said.

"Then, I guess we should be on our way," I said.

We rode in silence to the club and I parked the car. I went over to the passenger side, opened the door and helped Ann out. She took my hand as we walked to the door.

Paul was waiting just inside the door and as soon as he saw Ann he said, "Give me the coat." Ann shrugged the coat off of her shoulders and handed it to Paul.

"I will see you at nine," Paul said and he slapped Ann's ass lightly as he walked away.

We stepped over to the table where they were collecting the cover charges and waited as other people paid. "Don't forget your tickets for the door prize," the woman at the table called out to the couple who had just walked away. They returned and she gave each of them a raffle ticket.

When we got to the table the woman there told us that they had waived the charge for us because Ann was doing the scene. I started to walk away and heard Ann say, "Wait, you forgot our door prize tickets."

"Honey, you are the door prize," the woman replied and Ann suddenly knew that it would not just be Paul who would be abusing her tonight.

I led Ann over to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. While we waited for them Ann nervously scanned the room and suddenly realized that she was the only person there who was not wearing clothes.

"My gawd, I'm the only one here who is naked," she exclaimed.

"And you look great," I replied.

Ann did not respond to my compliment and I could see her face redden as the humiliation built up inside of her. Even though this was an on-premises swing club and we had swapped with a number of people there it was somehow different, and humiliating, for Ann to be the only person not wearing clothes in a room filled with over 75 people. Paul was obviously already playing with her mind and soon would be playing with her body.

"Well, here's hoping for a blackout," I said as I raised my glass in a toast to Ann. She smiled wanly at my attempt at humor but clinked her glass against mine and started to drink. By the time she had finished half of her second drink she had begun to relax and I could see her still scanning the room, perhaps trying to guess who the door prize winner would be.

We spent the next hour or so talking with people including a couple where the woman had been trained to be a sub by Paul. "You are so brave," she gushed to Ann. "I thought I was going to go out of my mind when Paul set the intensity at seventy five percent on the old unit. I understand you will have no safe word and the new unit is twenty five percent stronger."

Ann cringed when she heard these words and later said that the bottom fell out of her stomach.

We were talking with another couple a little before nine when Paul came over and told Ann that she needed to get ready. He took her by the hand and as he led her away the woman said, "By the way, love your shoes," and everyone, including Ann, cracked up. 

Paul allowed Ann to use the rest room and then led her up on the stage. He hushed the crowd and explained that he would be using his electro sex gear on Ann for the next several hours. There would be two separate sessions and there would be audience participation. He said that Ann had no safe word and the only way for her to end the scene was to agree to have her nipples and clit pierced. If Ann elected the piercings they would be done tonight on stage.

"Ready for an electrifying experience?" Paul asked as he looked at Ann. She did not respond and I thought that I could detect a hint of a tear forming in the corner of her right eye.

"Ready to go or do we just do the piercing?" Paul asked again.

"I'mmmm ready," Ann replied in a shaky voice.

"OK, then put these on," Paul said as he handed Ann a box with various bondage gear. Ann took out the items one at a time, placed them on the bench and sat down next to them. She fastened first the ankle cuffs, then the straps around her lower thighs, then the wide leather belt and collar and finally the wrist cuffs.

She later told me that it was even more humiliating to have to do that to herself with so many people watching than it would have been if Paul had done it. Unfortunately, she did not yet know the half of it.

Paul next gave her the butt plug and dildo and said, "You know where these go."

Even though Paul had told Ann that he would use larger sizes for her sessions she was amazed and frightened at how large the toys in her hands were.

Ann took the tube that Paul gave her and squeezed some out onto her fingers. Ann thought that the tube contained regular sex lube and did not notice that it was actually conductive gel that would enhance the ability of the current to reach its intended targets. She smeared it around and into her ass and slowly forced one, then two and finally three of her fingers into her own ass. Ann pumped the fingers in and out doing her best to loosen her ass for the huge plug that would soon be residing there. I could see her face redden in humiliation as she fingered her ass in front of such a large crowd.

"Come on, we don't have all night," Paul said. Ann took the plug, smeared a coat of the gel on it and positioned it at the opening of her ass. She started to push but no matter how hard she did she could not get more than about two thirds to go in and the fattest part was still to come. Ann continued to struggle with the butt plug for another couple of minutes.

"Here, sit down on it," Paul said to Ann as he moved a wooden stool next to her. Ann sort of waddled onto the stool with the plug still partially protruding from her ass and positioned it directly underneath her. She lowered herself down several times but still had the last inch to go.

"Dammit, I told you to get that in your ass," Paul said as he walked behind Ann and put his hands on her shoulders. He pushed her down hard and as the plug finally seated Ann let out a plaintive wail that was merely a portent of things to come.

Ann just slumped on the stool as she recovered from the exertions she had put herself through. She tried to get used to the fullness that now filled her ass and could not imagine how she would get the giant dildo inside of her. Ann did not have to wonder for long as Paul said, "I need a volunteer from the audience to help Ann."

A number of hands shot up and Paul surveyed the crop of volunteers and zeroed in on a big guy standing just a little bit off to the right side of the stage. "Henry, come on up here," Paul said, "I think I need some muscle."

Henry walked up on the stage and you could see that he was a bear of a man. He was around 6'2" and at least 250 pounds. He had dark hair and a dark beard and a rugged Scandinavian look about him.

"Pick this bitch up and get her on the bench," Paul directed Henry. The "bench" Paul referred to was a narrower version of the tables used by gynecologists with stirrups to hold a woman's feet. Henry walked over to Ann, said, "Hello, Ann, fancy meeting you again under these circumstances." Ann looked at him with a puzzled look on her face as she tried to remember where they had met before.

Henry put his hands under Ann's arms and picked her up effortlessly. He carried her over a few feet and deposited her unceremoniously onto the bench.

"You can do the honors," Paul said as he pointed to the clips on the bondage gear and the hooks on the bench. Ann watched fearfully as Henry started to clip her securely to the bench and did not resist. Of course, her mind was racing a hundred miles an hour as she struggled to remember where she had seen Henry before. When it finally hit her she let out a gasp as she remembered that her company had done some consulting for his firm a year or two ago. She and Henry had interacted a few times on that project and she never imagined that Henry would someday be affixing her to a bondage bench so that she could be tortured. Ann had always scrupulously avoided mixing her business life and sex life and she became even more frightened when she realized that her secret was now out at least as far as Henry was concerned.

"You know I always suspected that you had a hot little body under those conservative business suits you wore," Henry said as he busied himself in securing Ann to the bench. He also took full advantage of the situation and played with Ann's nipples and flicked one of his fingers over her clit.

Henry made short work of his assignment and he soon had Ann tightly tethered to the bench. I could see her try to move but there was very little give in the restraints that now held her fast. Ann was trapped and she knew that there was no way out except to endure what Paul had in mind for her or to consent to the piercings.

"You're doing such a good job you may as well keep going," Paul said to Henry as he handed him the large dildo saying, "You know where this goes."

Ann looked warily at the dildo and could not imagine how it would fit inside of her. It was not only very thick, almost as thick as Ann's wrist, but it was nearly twelve inches long.

Henry took the dildo, spread a thick layer of the conductive gel on it and put it aside. He took one of his thick fingers and slipped it into Ann's tight pussy. He fingered Ann for a bit before forcing a second finger into her. Ann grunted at this further intrusion into one of her private spaces.

"Wow, I can feel the butt plug through the walls of your pussy," Henry said. "It is going to be a tight squeeze in there for the dildo."

Henry took the dildo and positioned it at Ann's cunt. He started to push it in slowly.

"Nooooo, please, it's too big," Ann cried.

I could tell that Ann was doing what she could to clench the muscles of her pussy in a valiant attempt to keep the second intruder out.

Henry continued to push the tool home and Ann continued to protest. "I can't take that in my pussy with what I have in my ass," Ann wailed.

"Yes, you can, if you stop fighting it," Henry said as he pulled the dildo away. No sooner was it away than Henry slapped Ann on the pussy three times very hard. Ann grunted with each slap.

"I can slap your pussy all night, now shut up and take it," Henry said as he repositioned the dildo at the opening to Ann's cunt and began to push it forward again.

Ann knew that she could not resist the intrusion into her pussy being restrained the way she was and that if she continued to struggle it would only make things worse. She willed herself to relax and be still and even managed to spread her legs a bit further in an effort to make herself more open to the insertion that she now knew was inevitable.

Henry continued to put pressure on the dildo and slowly the walls of Ann's cunt began to yield as more and more of the dildo disappeared inside of her. I could see Ann biting her lower lip as she did her best to stay silent while another mammoth intruder made its way into one of her nether passages.

When the dildo was nearly half of the way in Henry pulled it out and started to fuck Ann with it. Despite the pain of having her pussy stretched open by the dildo Ann responded almost immediately and emitted a low groan. Henry continued to saw the dildo in and out of Ann's pussy getting a bit more in on each stroke. 

Ann was getting closer to an orgasm but before she got over the edge Henry pushed the dildo once more inside of Ann and he felt it hit bottom deep in her pussy. He held it still and said, "You don't get to cum quite yet little lady," and left Ann hanging on the edge.

Ann moaned in frustration as Henry attached a strap from her belt to the dildo to insure that it would not slip out.

Paul handed Henry three clamps and said, "These two go on her pussy lips and the last one goes on her clit."

Henry took one of the clamps in his right hand and pulled one of Ann's pussy lips out with his left. He slid the clamp as far down as it would go and released his hold and the clamp snapped cruelly into place. He quickly did the same with Ann's other pussy lip.

The clamps were tight and their surface was covered with little teeth that insured the clamps would stay in place. Ann whimpered as she felt the teeth dig into a very sensitive part of her anatomy. Ann steeled herself and waited for the third clamp to be placed on her clit.

Instead Henry started to finger her clit and as Ann was still close to an orgasm from before she started to get warmed up almost immediately. Henry played with Ann's clit for a few minutes and you could see that Ann was getting closer and closer to cumming. He suddenly stopped and let Ann hang just short of the orgasm she desperately wanted.

"Not so fast baby," Henry said, "You've got some work to do before you get to come tonight."

Ann whimpered in frustration and slowly slipped away from the precipice that would have marked her first orgasm of the evening.

Henry let Ann come down even further and then said, "If you beg nicely, maybe I will let you cum this time." He put his lips on Ann's pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. Ann gasped as she felt the suction on her clit and said, "Please don't leave me hanging, I need to come."

Henry continued to suck on Ann's clit and it became more and more engorged. Ann continued to beg for the release that she desperately craved but somehow she knew that her pleas would not be answered.

After another minute Henry let Ann's now fully engorged clit slip from his lips. He quickly picked up the remaining clamp, opened its jaws and snapped it onto Ann's clit. Ann yowled as the clamp pinched her clit harshly and her fears that she would be denied an orgasm proved to be well founded.

"One more thing," Paul said as he handed Henry a blindfold. Henry put it over Ann's eyes and made sure that it covered them completely.

"The blindfold was the worst," Ann later told me. "Being tied the way I was I knew that I could not stop whatever was going to be done to me but not being able to see what was coming, when it was coming or who was going to do it made it ten times worse." 

Paul took Henry's place between Ann's widely splayed legs and started to plug the connectors from the toys and the clamps into a box that was in turn connected to the control unit by a thicker cable. When he was done he walked around to Ann's head and gently stroked her hair. He leaned over and said quietly, "It's time to get started. First you will feel pleasure, then pain, then more pain than you have ever felt before. That pain will eventually transform itself into pleasure as well but it will not be an easy journey getting there."

He stroked her hair a final time and then walked over and picked up the control unit. It was at this point that I noticed that there were more wires connected to the unit than there were when he used his equipment at our house. Paul pushed a button and even in the din of the gathered crowd you could hear a thump as the circuits came to life.

A few electronic beeps came through the sound system of the club followed by a computerized female voice saying, "System check in progress." Three slightly different beeps followed and after a pause of a few seconds the voice intoned, "System charging."

I was watching Ann's tethered form as this went on and saw her visibly flinch at the last words.

"System ready," the voice said and Ann knew her moment of truth had arrived.

Story continues in Chapter 2.



Wife's BDSM Scene Ch. 02



WARNING-- This story depicts bdsm especially electrosex engaged in by a slut wife. The bdsm is extreme with an emphasis on the S&M. If you are squeamish or cannot handle rough stories please read something else. The wife in this story is used and abused by men other than her husband and by some women as well. If you are looking for the monogamous couple spicing thing up with each other type of story while rainbows and butterflies appear overhead there are a few good ones that were recently posted. This is not one of them. The husband is not a cuckold and there are no cream pies. If any of that is not for you then please move on and read something else and spare me the comments that show you were unable to even comprehend this first paragraph. I purposely typed this paragraph slowly so that those who persist in posting and sending childish comments can follow it better.

Reading Chapter 1 in its entirety is recommended and if you cannot do that please read at least the last portion of Chapter 1 for context.

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The crowd fell largely silent as everyone knew that the serious part of Ann's bdsm session was at hand.

I could see Ann's breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened and she waited nervously. Because of the blindfold, I could not see her eyes.

Paul twiddled with the control unit and the voice intoned, "Program selected. Please enter starting power level."

Paul pushed some buttons and the voice responded, "Starting power level of 35 selected. Please enter maximum power level."

When she heard this Ann flinched as she knew that Paul was starting her off with a moderate power level and that there would not be a gentle buildup.

"Maximum power level of 65 selected. Please press 'enter' to confirm selections and to initiate program."

I could see Paul's fingers move on the control panel and the voice said, "Program time set. Program sequence commencing in five, four, three, two, one."

"Aieeeee," Ann wailed as the first jolt of current flowed into the clamp fastened to her clit. She was not only surprised by the jolt but by the intensity of the feelings she experienced because Paul had not previously used the clamp on her clit. She had worried about how her very sensitive clit would deal with having current administered to it directly and now knew that her fears were justified. 

The power level held steady for about 30 seconds and then the clamps attached to Ann's pussy lips came alive and she grunted as the sensations to her nether region increased.

About another minute later current started to flow to the massive dildo buried to the hilt in Ann's pussy. You could see her hips move as the stimulations increased because now her clit, pussy lips and cunt were all receiving current.

"Oh my gawd," Ann exclaimed, "it feels like it is fucking me."

The dildo was indeed fucking Ann in a manner of speaking. Unlike the one Paul used on Ann when he demonstrated the equipment this dildo had electrodes that went around its circumference like a series of rings with small spaces between them. The rings ran the full length of the dildo. The electrodes could be made to pulse together or in a pattern and that pattern was now running from bottom to top and back. The current started at the lowest ring and then moved up the full length of the dildo and when it reached the top would reverse and move down until it reached the bottom.

Because of the blindfold Ann could not see that there was also an electronic display hanging above the back of the bench to which she was tethered. The display showed the intensity level and it currently read 35 meaning that the power had not increased from the initial level.

The electronic fucking that Ann was getting was apparently having an effect because she was moaning and her breathing had become very rapid. I could see that she had developed a pinkish flush across her breasts as well.

Despite being restrained as she was I could see that Ann was managing to move her pelvis up and down just a bit perhaps in time with the undulating pulses that were now coursing through the walls of her cunt. Her moans were becoming more audible and frequent.

In another minute the butt plug came alive and it too had the ring type of electrodes on it. The part of the butt plug that was in Ann's ass was about six inches long which made it as long as an average sized cock although it was significantly thicker. 

"It's fucking my ass now," Ann cried out.

Even at a still moderate power level Ann was already getting quite a workout. The current was flowing into the clamp on her clit and into the ones clipped to her labia. The dildo and butt plug were pulsing and sending the current up and down their length making Ann feel as though she was getting fucked by the current.

Ann was clearly approaching what would be an earth shattering orgasm.

"Power level increase in five seconds," the voice intoned and Ann was so engrossed in what was happening to her ass and pussy that she did not hear the announcement.

The five seconds passed and the display showed that the power level had started to increase with it moving up one unit every ten seconds. It took about four jumps before it finally registered on Ann and she said, "Oh, no more, too much."

The device that was supplying the power was oblivious to her words and the power continued to increase until the display showed 45. Ann continued to be more vocal until she felt that the power had stopped increasing and had stabilized at a higher level that although more intense was not painful.

"My ass and pussy feel so tight I think they are going to explode," Ann said in the general direction of Paul. 

"The current causes your muscles to contract and that makes your ass and pussy constrict around the probes inside of you," Paul replied.

"The toys that are inside of me feel so fucking huge I don't know if I can take them for much longer," Ann said.

"You're going to have to because you have a long way to go tonight before your sessions are over," Paul said. Ann just whimpered in response.

Apparently Ann had gotten used to the higher power level and got back on her path to an orgasm. Her hips continued their tiny oscillations and her nipples had become fully erect. I saw that goose bumps had started to form on her breasts and that was always a sign that Ann was close to cumming.

Another minute went by and Ann crept ever closer to her reward. She humped her hips as far as they would move a couple of times violently and on the last undulation she exploded into a mind shattering orgasm.

She continued to spasm and convulse for almost a minute before she calmed down a bit. The current, however, continued to flow and as Ann's cunt walls get even more sensitive after she has had an orgasm she was quickly on her way to another.

This pattern continued for another couple of minutes and it seemed as though Ann had what could be considered to be a five minute orgasm because she never fully came down from one before another one hit her. You could tell she was getting quite a workout as her head thrashed from side to side, her hands balled up into fists and her toes curled even in her CFM heels.

The spell was broken by the voice which said "Power level increase in five seconds."

As before, if Ann heard the announcement it did not register but the effects of the increase certainly did. This time the unit did not go up in single increments every few seconds. Instead the power level jumped from 45 to 55 in one step.

Ann shrieked as the power hit her nether regions.

"Stop, stop, it's tearing me up inside," she cried.

"Please, please, my ass and pussy are on fire."

No one responded to Ann's pleas and because of the blindfold she did not even know where Paul was on the stage. Ann was essentially alone, just her and the current which continued to flow unrelentingly into her clit, pussy lips, ass and pussy.

Ann thrashed about even more violently and tried valiantly to break free of her bonds but she was stuck fast. Her cunt and ass tightened even more with the increased current and now had a death grip on the huge dildo and plug that were ensconced inside of her.

Paul walked over next to Ann and took one of her nipples in his fingers. "Just say the word that you want these pierced and I will shut it off," he said to Ann.

"No, no, please I will do anything but that."

"Then we keep going, Ann. You knew what the way out was before we started."

Just then the voice interrupted with "Power increase in five seconds."

"Nooooooooooo," Ann wailed and her cry got louder as the power flowing into her increased from 55 to 65 percent. 

Beads of sweat had broken out on Ann's forehead and a few strands of her hair began to stick to her face as she continued to thrash about violently.

In addition to the increased power the pattern also changed. The butt plug and dildo still fucked her electronically but the current to her clit and pussy lips oscillated and switched on and off. Each time the current hit her clit Ann yelped.

Ann's toes curled tightly and her hands shot open and closed as the current continued to course through her writhing body. She knew there was no escape and began to sputter as the pain in her nether region continued.

It did not look as though Ann would come again as the current level was too high and she did not feel pleasure only pain. 

"Please, how much longer?" Ann asked in a weak voice.

Hearing no reply, Ann tried again, "How much more do I have to take?"

Paul did not respond and Ann was again alone with her mind racing trying to deal with the searing pain while she wondered whether it would continue for seconds, minutes or hours more. Ann knew that her session was to run for at least three hours and she figured that she had been tethered to the bench for something less than an hour. Paul couldn't intend to leave her this way for another three hours she wondered. Or could he?

Ann fought to get her mind to disconnect from her body, to go to a place other than the one where there was a constant searing pain flowing through her most private recesses. Sometimes she succeeded for a few seconds and then was snapped back to the reality of her situation as the current continued to pulse up and down the dildo and butt plug and savagely into her clit and pussy lips.

The pain and the exertions of her struggles were beginning to get to Ann and she more and more just slumped on the bench and whimpered weakly from time to time.

"Program ending in five, four, three, two, one," the voice intoned and Ann exhaled deeply as her body relaxed when the current stopped.

She just lay on the bench in silence reveling in the fact that for the first time in about 45 minutes she was not being shocked by electrodes buried deep within her or attached to her.

"That was a very good start," Paul said as he slipped the blindfold off of Ann. She blinked as her eyes tried to get used to the bright lights that were bathing the stage.

"You will have one more session before your scene is finished," Paul said and Ann realized that despite the temporary respite, her trials were far from over.

"Let me give you a preview of the next session," Paul said and he pushed some buttons on the control panel. The display changed to 75 and a few seconds later Ann screamed at the top of her lungs as that power level hit first her clit, then her pussy lips and finally her ass and pussy. Paul left the power on for 60 seconds and Ann screamed virtually the entire time.

Even after the current flow stopped Ann continued to moan and I could see tears running down her face. 

"Henry, why don't you come up here and help Ann get loose," Paul said.

Henry made his way back up onto the stage and began to unclip the restraints that held Ann fast to the bench. When the last one was free he helped Ann take her legs out of the stirrups that had held them wide apart and then got her up to a sitting position.

Ann just slumped back as she was still too weak from her ordeal to do more and she fell back against Henry's chest. Henry caressed her hair and then began to gently massage her shoulders. He next moved to her legs and starting at the calf worked his way up to her thighs. His ministrations were apparently having an effect as Ann started to stretch and flex her limbs on her own.

"Please, take the clamps off," Ann said and Henry gently laid her back down on the bench so that he would have access to the clamps.

Henry unclipped first the right and then the left clamp that were attached to Ann's pussy lips. Ann jumped and cried out as the blood flow suddenly increased to areas that had felt the cruel bite of the clamps for almost an hour. She rubbed her pussy lips trying to dissipate the pain.

"OK, let's get the last one," Henry said and Ann knew that she was in for a jolt of pain when her clit was finally released from the clamp that has had its teeth in her most tender flesh for so long. 

Henry reached between Ann's legs with his right hand and Ann braced herself for what she knew would come. She gripped Henry's left forearm with both hands and held on tightly.

"Eooooooooooooooow," Ann screamed as the blood flowed back into her clit. She quickly rushed to get her fingers back on that abused bud and started to rub it vigorously trying to get through the pain as her clit struggled to return to normal.

Henry saw what she was doing and moved her hands away and said, "I'll do that." He started to gently rub her clit and Ann sighed as the pain in her clit dissipated slowly.

Paul interrupted them and asked if Ann wanted to take out the dildo and butt plug or whether she wanted to leave them in for the next session.

"Please take them out," Ann replied, "I'll be good and let you put them back in when the time comes."

"Here, let me help you," Henry said as he gently helped Ann draw her legs up to her chest. He undid the strap from Ann's bondage belt that was holding the dildo in place and slowly slid it out of Ann's pussy. It made a loud 'thwack' sound as it popped free. With the dildo gone Ann's pussy gaped open lewdly as it would be some time before it returned to normal having been stretched for so long by the massive dildo.

"Pull your legs up further," Henry directed and Ann drew her knees closer to her chest. Henry took hold of the base of the butt plug and gave it a firm pull. It pulled out of Ann's ass and she squealed when the fattest part went past her sphincter. Ann's asshole also gaped open evidencing how much the butt plug had stretched her.

Ann let out a satisfying moan, relieved that her body was at least temporarily free from the clamps and toys that had been on and in her for so long.

"Thanks," Ann said, "you've been so nice. Let me show my appreciation."

Ann looked up and planted her lips on Henry's and snaked her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a few moments and Henry took the opportunity to once again fondle Ann's tits and tweak her nipples.

"Stand up," Ann directed and when Henry did Ann unbuckled his pants and pulled them down freeing Henry's cock which was fully erect both from watching Ann's first session and from handling her body while removing the toys and clamps.

Ann sucked Henry's cock into her mouth and started to give him a blowjob.

She was just getting started when Paul said, "You get a 45 minute break and if you want to spend it sucking and fucking that's OK with me."

Ann had thought that she would outsmart Paul by taking time for extracurricular activities leaving less time for her torture sessions but that was not to be. As she had already started sucking Henry she had no choice but to continue as she was now 'on the clock' in terms of how long of a break she would get.

Ann continued to suck on Henry's cock and she reached up and played with his balls. This sent him over the edge and he noisily fired five or six shots of cum into her mouth. Ann swallowed and then sucked his cock to get any remaining cum and pulled her lips off of Henry's cock. She swallowed again and got to her feet. She gave Henry a peck on the cheek and walked off of the stage and into the ladies room.

Ann took care of her needs and I was waiting for her with a drink outside of the door to ladies room. She took the drink and virtually chugged it down and asked for another.

"Wow, that was intense," I said.

"You don't know the half of it," Ann replied. "I couldn't believe how long and hard I came or how much it hurt when the higher power hit me. I don't know how I can take any more than what I took already and the sample of the next session Paul gave me at the end was excruciating. It felt like everything that the electrodes were touching was on fire."

I put my arm around Ann's shoulders and pulled her close. She molded herself against me and tried to get what comfort she could from the fact that we were together and that she still had some time before her ordeal resumed.

I walked Ann over to the bar to pick up the second drink we had ordered and she chugged that one down as well. Ann was clearly looking to get as much liquid courage as she could before going back for her second session.

It was about 20 minutes later when Paul came up to Ann and said, "Let's go," and took her by the hand and led her back up on the stage. I walked back and got a spot with a good view where I could see Ann's second session clearly.

What I saw was Ann trembling slightly and as it was warm in the club I knew it was not from cold but from fear. I was not sure if Ann would get through another session but I figured if she failed she would have pierced nipples and a pierced clit which I always wanted her to have. If she got through it then I would enjoy watching her get worked over and reliving the experience on video for years to come. 

"For Ann's second session I am going to ask our door prize winner to join us," Paul said, "Brian, come on up here."

Paul had earlier met with Brian and Heather and set up with them that Heather would be the star of next month's bdsm show doing essentially the same scenes as Ann. As a result, it was easy for him to rig the door prize drawing. Paul gave Brian and Heather their door prize tickets when they met and then 'palmed' the matching ticket when he drew the winner. Paul thought that Brian's wife Heather was hot and he wanted to test her out at least a little tonight. 

Brian had not been to the club previously so no one really knew him but Paul greeted him enthusiastically so people figured he was OK. Brian was about 6'1" tall with blond hair and a somewhat muscular build. He effortlessly bounded up on the stage taking two steps at a time and shook hands with Paul. Brian next gave Ann a peck on the cheek and pulled her closer to him. As he did I saw that his hands had slipped down and he had a hand on one of her breasts and the other was cupping her ass.

"Brian is a very lucky man," Paul continued, "his lovely wife Heather has agreed to do a bdsm scene for his birthday next month. I met with them earlier this evening and set everything up. Heather, why don't you come up here so you can get a closer look at what will be in store for you on your husband's birthday?"

After seeing Ann's first session Heather was starting to have misgivings about what she had agreed to do for her husband's birthday but she loved him and wanted to act out at least one of his fantasies. Heather slowly made her way up on the stage and Paul hugged her when she arrived and gave her a kiss on the lips. She was very pretty with an angelic, innocent face and stood about 5'5" with a lithe, slender body. Heather had wavy blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a tight, short skirt that clung to the curves of her gorgeous ass and a filmy top without a bra as her smallish breasts and perky nipples did not need any additional support.




Wife's BDSM Scene Ch. 02



Heather moved over next to Brian and was not sure how to interact with Ann so she just tried to avoid staring at Ann's naked form standing only few feet away from her on the stage.

"OK, let's get started," Paul said and he pointed at the dildo and butt plug sitting on the table. "You know where those go, don't you Ann?"

Ann cringed and said, "I would rather have someone else put them in than have to do it myself."

"Heather, do you want to do the honors?" Paul asked and Heather got wide eyed and shook her head from side to side.

"Well, I guess that leaves me," Brian said as he picked up the butt plug with a look of cruel amusement on his face. Brian had clearly enjoyed watching what had happening to Ann in her first session and would now be an active participant in her further torment.

"Come over here and bend over," Brian said to Ann and she came over and did what he directed. Ann's ass was sticking out and Brian got the conductive gel and worked some of it into Ann's asshole. He forced two fingers into her nether passage and started to finger her ass forcefully. After a few strokes he added a third finger and even though Ann's ass had not fully closed up from her previous time with the butt plug her ass had gotten tight enough that it was a struggle for Brian to fit three fingers into Ann's ass.

Brian worked his fingers in and out for a while and when he thought that Ann's ass was opened enough he picked up the butt plug, smeared some of the gel on it and positioned properly. "Here it comes," he said as he pushed it forward. It almost made it all the way in but got hung up on the last inch of the thickest part. Brian pulled it back and pushed forward again and this time it seated itself in Ann's ass.

"Ohhh, that was much better than the first time." Ann cooed as she again got used to the fullness filling her ass.

"Lie down on the bench," Brian directed Ann as he patted where he wanted her to lie.

Ann got on the bench on her back and spread her legs as she drew her knees up to her chest. This had the effect of opening up her pussy for Brian and he quickly noticed how inviting it looked. Brian squirted some conductive gel on Ann's pussy lips and started to force it inside of her with his fingers.

Brian continued to finger Ann and put his thumb on her clit to stimulate her further. Ann responded by gyrating her hips as she tried to increase the pressure of his thumb against her clit.

After a few more minutes Brian picked up the dildo, put a coat of gel on it, positioned it at the opening of Ann's cunt and began to push it home. It was slow going but not as bad as the first time because Ann's cunt had not completely returned to its normal size after its first session with the dildo. Nevertheless, Ann still grunted at the intrusion as she struggled to again accept the mammoth dildo into her cunt.

"Try to relax," Brian said to Ann as he started to again finger her clit while keeping the pressure on the dildo to force it into Ann's cunt.

Ann tried her best to accept the large invader but it was still hard for her. She whimpered and groaned as inch after inch of the dildo made its way back inside of her. Brian gave one more strong push and both he and Ann felt the dildo bottom out in Ann's cunt with ten inches buried deep in her body. Brian threaded the strap through the base of the dildo and attached it to Ann's leather belt thus insuring that the dildo would not slip out.

Heather appeared mesmerized as she watched her husband prepare Ann for her session and she undoubtedly was imagining how she would feel with the butt plug and dildo buried deep inside of her petite frame.

"OK, let's get Ann secured to the bench, Heather why don't you do the honors," Paul said.

Heather again shook her head but this time Paul did not just let her off of the hook. "Come on, it's going to be you on the bench soon so why not see how things work," Paul said.

Brian nudged his wife and said, "Go ahead, honey, give it a shot."

Heather still did not make any moves toward the bench and Paul said to the crowd, "Let's give her a little encouragement."

People in the crowd started to cheer and clap their hands and someone started a 'Hea—ther, Hea—ther, Hea—ther' chant that was soon resonating through the room. The chant continued and you could see Heather starting to blush from all of the unwanted attention.

Paul finally walked over to Heather, took her hand and led her over to the bench. He showed Heather how the clips worked and where each was to be attached and with shaking hands Heather nervously started to tether Ann to the bench. Heather first attached the clips from Ann's bondage belt and collar to the bench. She next moved to the clips on Ann's wrist cuffs and then to the clips on the cuffs on Ann's lower thighs. Heather fumbled with several of the clips but eventually had Ann firmly secured in place. Finally, Heather put Ann's feet into the stirrups and locked them in place.

Heather stepped back and Paul came over and checked to be sure that the clips were properly connected. "I wanted you to experience how it feels to tether someone to the bench because next month it will be someone tethering your sweet little body to it," Paul said to Heather as he walked her back over to where Brian was standing. The implications of the word 'someone' did not resonate with Heather as she still thought that her scene would be a private adventure with just her husband. 

Ann assumed that the clamps for her pussy lips and clit would be next and she waited uneasily for their cruel bite. Instead Paul said, "We have a different toy for you this time," as he walked toward Ann with a violet wand in his right hand. When he was next to Ann he turned it on and she watched fearfully as the static electricity danced over the glass ball at the end.

"Last time your nipples were totally ignored so let's make it up to them," Paul said and he placed the wand over Ann's right nipple and pressed the trigger. The electricity shot out of the glass tip and into and around Ann's nipple. Ann shrieked in response.

Keeping the power on Paul moved the wand across Ann's chest and gave her left nipple the same treatment. Again, she yelped in pain.

Paul spent the next few minutes running the wand over various places on Ann's body even making her stick her tongue out for the wand on one occasion. The soles of her feet and her inner thighs proved to be especially sensitive and Paul spent a lot of time using the wand on those areas. The only place he had not used it was on her pussy and her clit and Ann knew that would not last long. 

Paul brought the wand to Ann's left thigh and slowly drew it up her leg to her pussy. 

"Please," Ann begged, "don't use it on my pussy."

Paul circled the wand around Ann's pussy and drew it ever closer. Ann writhed against her bonds trying desperately to keep the wand away from her most sensitive area. Her struggles were to no avail and Paul finally ran the wand along Ann's right pussy lip and down to the bottom and then over and up her left pussy lip. He continued this U-shaped pattern keeping the wand just away from Ann's clit.

Ann's cries and struggles increased and she continued to beg. All of it was for naught as Paul finally took the wand, positioned it over her clit and turned it on. The electricity hit its target and Ann bucked violently as far as she could go, squirted and came very hard. Paul kept the wand where it was and continued to feed electricity into Ann's clit and her orgasms continued. Ann came at least three more times before Paul switched off the wand and put it aside.

Ann slumped back onto the bench and tried to collect herself after the pain and pleasure she had just experienced. Her respite would not be long.

Paul gave the wand to Heather and said, "Give it a try."

Heather just blanched. She had not expected to do anything tonight except to watch a bdsm scene at her husband's insistence and now she was up in front of everyone and participating. She had already tethered Ann to the bench and now this guy she had just met was ordering her to torture another woman.

"Looks like you need a little motivation," Paul said as he took the wand from Heather's hand. He positioned it over Heather's left nipple and turned it on. Even through the fabric of her top Heather felt the jolt and jumped away. Her husband was standing behind her and caught her before she fell. Brian took hold of Heather's arms and held them to her sides. Paul saw that Heather was now effectively restrained and gave her another jolt with the wand, this time on her right nipple. A few seconds later another jolt followed.

"Let me see her tits," Paul said to Brian and he slowly opened his wife's top and pulled it aside exposing her perky breasts and hard nipples. Heather was stunned as she was now standing with her tits on proud display before a room full of people she had never met. At the same time Heather said that she felt her pussy tingle as the eroticism of her involuntary exposure hit home. 

"The wand is going to be used on one of you so if you do not want it to be on you then you better start using it on Ann," Paul said as he administered yet another shock to Heather's left nipple. This time the shock was more intense because Heather's nipples were fully exposed. Another shock followed to Heather's right nipple.

Heather struggled against Brian but he held her firm and she soon realized that he was not going to let her go. Even so, she thrashed about wildly for a few more seconds and her blond hair was tossed about. Paul moved the wand down to Heather's legs and started to bring it up the inside of her left thigh. Because the skirt that Heather was wearing was very short there was a fair amount of thigh exposed and when Paul reached the hem of her skirt he just moved the wand to a vertical position and continued to bring it up towards Heather's pussy. 

Heather was wearing hose and a garter belt and at Brian's insistence had not worn any panties, not even a thong. Paul now had the wand up high enough that Heather was feeling its effects on her bare skin above the tops of her hose. 

"Pull her skirt up," Paul said and Brian moved his hands under the hem of his lovely wife's skirt and pulled it over her lush ass and hips and up to her waist. The skirt was so tight that it stayed around Heather's waist on its own and Brian went back to holding Heather securely in place.

Heather's pussy was now on full display framed by her black frilly garter belt. Everyone could see that Heather was a natural blond from the small tuft of blond thatch that rested just above her pussy.

Paul stared at the nearly naked beauty before him for a few seconds and said, "Lovely, just lovely" under his breath. He put the wand down for a moment and ran his hands over Heather's tits and squeezed each of her nipples very hard. Heather tried to pull away but her husband held her firm. Paul then ran his hands down Heather's lithe body and caressed her luscious thighs. He paid particular attention to the bare skin that was above the tops of her hose. Paul next reached around and grabbed heather's butt cheeks in his hands and kneaded them firmly. 

Heather's breathing had quickened and she was definitely getting turned on despite the embarrassment she felt. She did her best to try to hide her arousal from her husband but when Paul cupped her pussy and inserted a finger inside of her she became weak in the knees and moaned softly. Brian now realized that his wife had gotten turned on from the kind of treatment she was receiving and filed that knowledge away for future use.

Paul fingered Heather a few more times and said, "I cannot wait to use you next month." Heather's mind was swimming from the situation she was in and from her arousal and again she did not fully appreciate what Paul's remark meant.

Paul picked up the wand and asked Heather if she was ready to use it on Ann. Hearing no reply he gave Heather a shock on each of her nipples and then ominously moved the wand down toward her most private space. Heather watched wide eyed as the wand moved closer to her now fully exposed pussy and when it was just inches away she exclaimed, "OK, I'll do it, let me go."

Brian released the hold he had on his wife and Paul pressed the wand back into her hand. Heather shook her head to clear her thoughts, smoothed down her skirt and then went over to the bench and looked down at the naked form of Ann tethered there tightly. Having just felt the shocks of the wand herself Heather was not in love with the idea of administering such pain to another woman but she was certain that if the choice was between her getting shocked and someone else on the receiving end she knew what her choice would be.

Heather positioned the wand over Ann's left nipple and turned it on. Ann cried out and bucked in an attempt to get away but to no avail. Heather held the wand in the same place for a few more seconds and then started to run it over Ann's left breast in a circular pattern that got smaller and smaller until the wand was again over Ann's left nipple. The same pattern as repeated on Ann's right breast. Ann moaned the entire time and cried out when the wand was above one of her nipples.

"Use it on her pussy," Paul directed and Heather moved the wand down and put it over Ann's pussy, just above the huge dildo that was protruding from Ann's widely splayed cunt.

"Please, no," Ann wailed, "you're a woman; you know how sensitive it is down there."

"Sorry," Heather said as she turned on the wand and Ann bucked her hips trying to get away. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase," Ann shouted.

I did not know it at the time but apparently Heather had positioned the wand close enough to the dildo that the electricity from the wand ran through the electrodes on the surface of the dildo and deep into Ann's cunt. Heather held the wand steady for at least a minute and Ann writhed and moaned the entire time.

"Give her clit a shot," Paul said and Heather moved the wand up and held it just above Ann's clit. Heather hit the power button and again Ann came within seconds and squirted more than she had the first time. Ann had never squirted during any of our sex sessions so her doing so twice this evening was something new for both of us. 

Heather held the wand steady directly over Ann's clit and Ann continued to cum as she thrashed about violently on the bench.

After about another minute Paul said, "I think that is enough," and Heather switched off the wand. Ann slumped back on the bench and panted loudly as she tried to collect herself after what had to be at least two minutes of continuous orgasms.

Paul allowed Ann to rest for a few minutes and used that time to explain to Brian and Heather how the control unit worked. When he was satisfied that they understood how to use it Paul went over and connected the wires from the dildo and the plug to the power unit. He also connected the wires to the clamps that apparently soon would be again placed on Ann's pussy lips and clit.

"Have you guys picked a program?" Paul asked Heather and Brian.

"Number seven," Heather replied, "that's my husband's birthday.

Little did Heather know how unlucky her choice was for both her and Ann. Program seven was the most intense and not only would Ann soon feel its full force but Heather would as well because she had agreed to do the same scene next month. Heather had unwittingly sentenced her own ass, pussy and clit to the harshest treatment the electro sex equipment could dish out.

Paul handed the clamps to Brian and said, "OK, put these on Ann and we can get started."

Brian went over to the bench and quickly clipped the first two clamps on Ann's pussy lips and the third on her clit. Ann grunted each time the sharp teeth of the clamps bit into her most tender flesh.

I could see that the tension in Ann's body had increased as her anxiety mounted. Ann knew from her first session that she was in for a rough ride. 

Heather was still holding the control unit when Brian got back to her side. He just looked at her and nodded and I could see her fingers pressing one of the buttons on the control panel.

"Program seven loading," the mechanical voice intoned and you could hear the equipment powering up.

"Warning, program seven is very intense, please confirm choice of program seven," the voice said.

Heather and Brian looked at each other not knowing what to do and Paul went over and pointed to a button on the panel which Heather pushed.

"Program seven confirmed, starting power level for program seven is 65," the voice announced.

I was watching Ann out of the corner of my eye while this was happening and saw that the warning about the intensity of program seven and the starting power level was not lost on her as she started to squirm more and more on the bench.

"Program seven maximum power level is 100," the voice announced ominously.

After a pause of a few seconds, the voice continued, "Warning once program seven commences no manual overrides are permitted, program must run to completion."

"System ready," the voice said and Ann sucked in her breath and waited for the inevitable.

Story continues in Chapter 3.



Wife's BDSM Scene Ch. 03



WARNING-- This story depicts bdsm especially electrosex engaged in by a slut wife. The bdsm is extreme with an emphasis on the S&M. If you are squeamish or cannot handle rough stories please read something else. The wife in this story is used and abused by men other than her husband and by some women as well. If you are looking for the monogamous couple spicing thing up with each other type of story while rainbows and butterflies appear overhead there are a few good ones that were recently posted. This is not one of them. The husband is not a cuckold and there are no cream pies. If any of that is not for you then please move on and read something else and spare me the comments that show you were unable to even comprehend this first paragraph. I purposely typed this paragraph slowly so that those who persist in posting and sending childish comments can follow it better.

Reading Chapters 1 and 2 in their entirety is recommended and if you cannot do that please read at least the last portion of Chapter 2 for context.

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"Hold on a second," Paul said to Heather and Brian as he walked over to Ann and stood over her.

"Let me explain program seven to you before we start," Paul said. "Program seven is a specially designed program for people who want to feel totally out of control during an electro sex session. The minimum power level is 65 and the maximum is 100, or the maximum the unit can put out. Once the program starts it cannot be stopped. Pulling the plug does not work as the unit has a UPS with enough capacity to finish the program. The leads cannot be disconnected because the sockets into which they are plugged lock them in place once the program starts and if a clamp comes off the power that was flowing to it will automatically flow into the remaining electrodes. With the amount of power flowing into the probes no one is going to put their hands on them to try to pull them out. In short, once this starts you have to ride it to the end so if you want out and want the piercings now is the time to tell me." 

"Can't you use another program?" Ann asked in a quiet frightened voice.

"We could, but we aren't going to," Paul replied, "you have two choices the piercings or the program."

"How bad is the program?" Ann whispered.

"Well, the last time it was used on someone was before I increased the power of the unit by twenty five percent and she said that most of it was just pure agony. She said that she thought she was going to go out of her mind. On the other hand, she was a pain slut so eventually she came and came hard. Maybe you will discover your inner pain slut as well."

Ann resumed her begging and I could see that a sheen of nervous perspiration had broken out on her chest.

"Please, please, give me another alternative," Ann pleaded.

"I'm going to walk over and get a gag, you have until I get back to decide what you want to do," Paul told Ann and he walked over to the other side of the stage.

He returned moments later and I could see that Ann had started to cry and there were tears running down both of her cheeks. Paul just looked down at her with an icy stare and she continued to sob softly.

"Last chance to tell me you want the piercings," Paul said.

Ann did not reply except for the occasional sob that escaped her lips. Paul waited a few seconds and said, "OK, then," and he pushed the ball gag into Ann's mouth and fastened it tightly behind her head. Ann did not resist his efforts and the gag muffled all but the loudest sobs.

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out the blindfold and put it on Ann as well.

"Now you will be alone with the electricity. The program runs for 45 minutes and for you it may seem as if it is 45 hours. When the current starts you will quickly lose track of time and as you cannot see the clock you will not know how much longer your torment will last. Good luck, Ann," Paul said and he stepped away and walked back to where Heather and Brian were standing.

Paul nodded to Heather and her finger trembled as it found the 'start' button and pushed it down. I thought that I detected a tear in the corner of Heather's left eye as she had heard what Paul had told Ann about the program and was faced with the reality that it would be used on her next.

Three beeps came through the speakers followed by the voice saying, "Program commences in five, four, three, two, one."

I am going to turn the story over to Ann now and let her give you a first hand account of how the rest of her session went.

Hi, everyone. As I am writing this I obviously survived but it was not easy.

I guess I will pick up the story at the countdown. When I heard the voice counting down my heart leapt into my throat. I wondered for a split second where I would feel the initial jolt of current but once the current started flowing rational thought became pretty much impossible.

The first surge was to the dildo in my pussy but unlike the fucking action I had felt in the first session this time the entire dildo came alive and its full length fed current into the walls of my pussy and because the dildo was a full ten inches inside of me the current also flowed into my cervix. The pain was intense and my pussy muscles contracted violently against the dildo but it did not yield a bit. The contraction of the walls of my pussy against the dildo must have caused there to be better contact with the electrodes on the dildo because a second after the current hit the pain increased yet again.

I remember lurching up involuntarily but tethered as I was I could barely move. I shrieked in pain but the gag did an effective job of muffling the sound and even I heard only a faint echo of my screams.

I could hear people in the crowd commenting on my situation and saying things like, "She is really getting it now," and "Bet it is already tearing her up inside."

The current continued to pour into my pussy and Paul was right, I had already lost track of time. I did not know if I had been getting shocked for second or minutes.

Some interval of time passed and I next felt the butt plug come alive and suddenly my ass also felt like it was on fire as the current coursed through my bowels and the ring of my asshole. As with the dildo the current flowed from the full length of the plug and I thought that I even felt some current making its way through the thin membrane that separated my lower passages. I could not be sure because the pain made it hard to concentrate.

The current flowed unabated into the toys lodged deep inside of me for a period of time but I was too far gone dealing with the pain to tell you how long that was. I got my thoughts together enough to know that when the current hit my clit that I would likely go out of my mind.

I could tell that I was crying out or shrieking from the pain but the gag made anything I had to say unintelligible. I suddenly had a lucid moment and understood what Paul had said about creating the program for someone who wanted to feel totally out of control. 

There I was, tethered firmly to a bondage bench, blindfolded and gagged, with current flowing into my ass and pussy and I could do nothing to stop it. As the program had just started the more intense current was yet to come and the program was going to run until it was finished with me. I could do nothing but try to hang on as best I could. I was totally helpless and there was no way out. I felt completely vulnerable for the first time in my life and the feeling was somehow both frightening and erotic in its own right.

The respite for my pussy lips and clit did not last for long as I suddenly felt the clamps on my clit and pussy lips come alive with the same intense level of current that was already flowing into my pussy and ass. I grunted in response and tried to understand how I was expected to survive this onslaught on my most sensitive region.

The current, and the pain, continued unabated and I must have been moving around a lot because I heard people in the crowd murmuring about how I was moving my hips and trying to get away from the pain that was now searing in intensity. I even thought I heard some people laughing at my dire predicament.

"Power level increase in ten seconds," I heard the voice say and I suddenly realized that there was worse yet to come.

Someone in the crowd started a "More, more, more," chant following the announcement and the chant continued as I waited helplessly for the higher power level to hit me. 

I did my best to steel myself in preparation but being tethered as I was there was little I could do.

I tried to count off the ten seconds in my mind but the pain I was already experiencing made concentrating for that long difficult.

Suddenly I felt a change in the current that was coursing into my pussy and I knew that the increase had begun. I did not learn until later that the program had moved the power level from 65 to 80 in increments of three units every few seconds.

I could hear the crowd cheering as the power level increased and remember someone close to the stage saying, "She's really getting it now."

If they only knew.

Each of the electrodes either in or attached to my body felt the power increase and all I could do was to struggle harder and cry out. At times it felt that my body had stopped struggling against the bonds that held it fast and that I was just convulsing because of the pain.

Oh, how I wished I had thought more about getting the piercings done.

When the final electrode reached the new power level I could not stand the pain. Despite the blindfold I saw white spots before my eyes as the pain coursed through me unrelentingly.

Unlike the fucking action of the earlier session the current now flowed into the full length of the probes buried deep within me. The membrane that separated my cunt from my bowels seemed to no longer exist as I felt current flowing right through it and I swore that it was being cut open by the electricity.

The sensations coming through my clit were in hyper drive as all I felt was unrelenting pain. There was no pleasure coming from my clit or from any of the other electrodes that were either inside of or attached to me. Just constant, unchanging, blinding pain.

From time to time my mind would focus on the crowd and I could hear people who I had fucked, men and women, people who I thought were friends laughing and talking about me as I writhed on the bench. I once hoped that someone, anyone would step up to try to release me from this ordeal but I knew that would not happen and that I was utterly and completely alone. Just me and the unrelenting pain.

"Power increase in ten seconds," the voice intoned and I thought that this would be the end. The increased current would fry my sensitive tissue and I would just disappear as dust in the wind.

Again the "More, more, more," chant erupted from the crowd and echoed in my ears. My struggles and cries must have aroused people because they were unrelenting in reveling in my torment.

I did not even try to prepare for the increased current as I knew from experience that there was nothing I could do except to allow the current to flow through my essence and extract whatever damage it wanted.

I did not know it at the time but the current level was already at 80 which meant that it was equal to 100 percent of what the unit used to produce before Paul had upgraded it to produce 25 percent more.

I faintly heard three beeps before I felt the power flowing into me increase beyond belief. When I watched the video I saw that the reading on the display said 90 but it felt like a thousand. I could no longer think and if it had not been for the fact that the pattern of the current had changed I would have gone out of my mind.

Again, I heard the murmuring of the crowd, the catty comments, from people who I thought were my friends who now just stood and watched me writhe in absolute agony. They all heard my muffled cries and no one lifted a finger to help me. I was truly alone, just something tethered before them for their amusement.

As I said the pattern changed and the dildo and the butt plug now returned to their familiar pattern of having the current travel up and down their length. I was again getting fucked by the electricity that continued to flow into my most private orifices but the fucking did not provide any pleasure.

Even though the pattern change was welcome the amount of the current was well beyond my tolerances. The electricity coursed up and down the dildo and the butt plug fucking me relentlessly and without mercy. 

Sometimes the power coursed in the same direction so that it felt like two humongous cocks were being driven deep inside of me simultaneously. At other times the current on the dildo would be going in while the pattern on the butt plug would be going out. Regardless of the direction, the pulses of current were savage in their intensity and at times it felt as though I was being ripped apart inside by a thousand sharp needles.

I had no idea of how long I had been here or how much longer I had to go.

I prayed that I would pass out. That blackness would somehow envelope me but I knew that it would not happen and that Paul would revive me immediately because he told me that is what he would do.

I sputtered through the gag and could feel some of my drool running down the sides of my face. I begged for mercy but there was none forthcoming. The sadistic, evil machine to which I was wired just kept producing more and more power and pumping it into my defenseless body. To me it had morphed from a machine into a plotting calculating being intent on inflicting as much pain on me as possible. When I had a lucid moment, as if thoughts like this indicate lucidity, I believed I could feel the machine plotting its next move, deciding how and when to increase my agony.

"Power increase in ten seconds," the voice soullessly announced.

Power increase my mind screamed. How much more am I going to have to take?

The chant from the crowd resumed and I could make out some people chanting the familiar, "More, more, more," chant while others were encouraging the evil machine with a chant of "Go, go, go." 

Seconds later the power jumped from 90 to 95. Even though it was a smallish jump when added to what I was already experiencing it was a lot. I did not know what the power level was specifically but it was enough to cause the current to spread into not just my pussy and ass but to the surrounding areas. At times it felt as though the entire region from my waist down to the bottom of my ass was sharing in the electricity and the pain.

I had no idea how long this session had been running and no idea of how much longer my body would be ravaged.

The pain was clearly taking its toll as were my fruitless struggles and eventually I gave up struggling and just lay limply in my bonds. My only movements now were involuntary contractions caused by the current.

My body felt both hot and cold. Hot where the electricity was flowing and cold elsewhere as the perspiration from my exertions had started to dry.

The searing pain continued unrelentingly. It no longer felt as though there was a clamp on my clit. Instead it felt as though someone had pushed a giant needle through it and into my core. My labia, on the other hand, felt as though they were on fire. There was apparently enough juice flowing into the biting clips that were affixed to my pussy lips for me to feel as though there were giant clamps that covered my labia completely.

"Power increase in ten seconds," the voice said again and the crowd started to whoop and holler as they had done before.

When the power increase hit I just groaned and my despair grew deeper. The pain was worse than it had been before and I still had no idea what lay ahead or how much longer I had to endure the searing agony that coursed through my loins.

I collected my wits enough to hear people saying things, like, "She's maxed out now baby," and I realized that the machine must have reached its maximum power. I consoled myself briefly with the thought that if the machine that was driving the power into me had reached its maximum that I had taken all it had to give and that as long as I got through the rest of the time of the session it would be downhill from here. That small consolation did nothing, however, to alleviate the pain that was now more intense than ever.

I found the strength to again struggle against my bonds in a vain attempt to somehow free myself and stop my torment but I could not get free. I somehow managed to move my hips more than I did previously and it felt as though I had managed to slide up on the bench a bit. I continued to struggle thinking that perhaps I could get free when suddenly I felt the clamp on my left pussy lip slip off.

The current flowing to my pussy lips stopped and I reveled in the luxury of not having at least one part of my body shocked any further. My joy was short lived as I heard the voice intone, "Connection broken, redirecting power in ten seconds."

My gawd, what had I done I thought as I remembered what Paul said as to how the machine would redirect power from any lost connection to the remaining ones. 

The power that had been flowing into my pussy lips now hit my clit, pussy and ass like a sledgehammer. I screamed in agony and even the gag could not do much to muffle my blood curdling cries. I thought I knew what agony was but it now had a new definition.

I prayed that the session would soon be over and willed myself to be still as I feared what would happen if I somehow pulled the clamp off of my clit. The current continued to flow. A steady flow to my clit and the fucking flow to the toys buried deep in my pussy and ass. 

The time that went by seemed to be interminable and I still had no idea of when my torment would end.

After a period of time I had calmed down a bit and I would not say that I had become used to the pain but had become more accepting of it. I thought that all I had to do was to hold on for a while longer and then I would be free. I thought that the worst was over but I was wrong.

Suddenly I felt the sizzle of a violet wand hit my left nipple and a second later felt another wand being used on my right nipple. 

Apparently Paul had produced another wand and gotten two people in position to torture my nipples with them. Was it Brian and Heather? Someone from the audience who had been cheering my torment all along? Did it really matter?

Time seemed to stand still as my pain increased once again. Whoever was holding the wands just kept them on and above each of my nipples so the current from them was unrelenting as well.

I struggled again in my bonds trying desperately to move my nipples away from under the wands, no longer caring if I ripped the clamp off of my clit in the process. My efforts were fruitless because every time I managed to move my chest a little the person holding the wand repositioned it so that it remained directly above one of my nipples.

Some additional time went by, I have no idea of how much, and something strange happened. It felt as though my mind had somehow detached itself from my body and was floating above my tethered form looking down from above. It frightened me at first until I realized that my mind had also somehow detached itself from the pain. The pain was still there but its character had changed to warmth that seemed to fill my pelvic region and my breasts.

While contemplating this I suddenly realized that I was starting to become aroused and that I was in the early stages of moving towards an orgasm. I wondered if this was the place that Paul said pain sluts went when they had an orgasm just from the pain. 

I did not care. If I had an orgasm it would be wonderful because even though my mind was detached from my body I could still feel the pain somewhere in the background and any kind of pleasure would be a welcome relief.




Wife's BDSM Scene Ch. 03



My arousal continued to build and I heard a moan develop in my throat as opposed to the screams and cries that had emanated from there for so long.

Instead of struggling to be free I started to move in an attempt to increase the sensations from the dildo and the butt plug. As I slid my butt back forth in the limited space that I had I knew that I was going to have an orgasm and that it was going to be different than any I had had before.

My body built steadily towards that orgasm as somehow the pain was transmuting itself into pleasure that now wracked my body as much as the pain had earlier.

"Program ending in two minutes," the voice intoned and my mind shrieked, "Not now you bastard, just a little bit more."

It only took another few seconds for my orgasm to hit and its force was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It started in my pelvic region and then radiated throughout my entire body. It was though each cell of my being was having its own, separate climax.

Waves of pleasure swept across my body and the orgasm somehow maintained its intensity for longer than any I had before. I was in nirvana and never wanted to leave.

Unfortunately the machine had other plans and the voice intoned, "Program ending in twenty seconds," and then proceeded to count those seconds down.

I felt the power switch off and for the first time in a long time my body was not being subjected to blistering electricity coursing through it.

Somehow, however, the orgasm continued and it only slowly dissipated and I reveled in the pleasure I continued to feel.

Fortunately Paul knew what was happening and just left me alone to experience my pleasure. Just as he had left me alone to experience my pain.

When it was clear that my throes of ecstasy had ended Paul took off my blindfold and I blinked my eyes trying to get used to the bright lights. He gently brushed my hair off of my forehead and then reached behind my head and loosened the ball gag and removed it from my mouth. 

As I got used to the light I looked around the stage and saw that it had been two people from the audience who had used to wands on my nipples. I smiled weakly in their direction and they smiled back.

I was amazed at how my attitude had changed. While I was in the throes of my agony I swore that if given the chance I would kill or at least seriously hurt every person who caused my suffering or who cheered it on. Now I wanted to hug everyone who had helped me have the wonderful experience I had just had.

Looking to the other side of the stage I saw Brian and Heather walking toward the bench. I could see that Brian was behind Heather sort of leading her along as she appeared to be a bit unsteady. Her face had a look that was a combination of fear and wonder.

They arrived at the bench and I smiled up at them. I think my smile surprised Heather a bit.

"Go ahead," Brian said to Heather and she walked to the end of the bench and I sensed that she would be the one to remove the electrodes that were still on or in my body.

I felt her fingers on the clamp that remained clipped on one of my pussy lips and she gently pried the jaws open and removed it from where it had been for almost an hour. I yelped a little as the blood flowed back into my labia and I felt Heather gently take the abused skin and gently rub it between her fingers. I sighed in relief as the discomfort slowly eased.

"The next one is going to hurt," Heather said as she prepared to remove the clamp on my clit. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Go, go ahead," I said haltingly and I awaited the blast of pain that I knew was coming.

Again, Heather gently opened the jaws of the clamp and quickly pulled it out of the way. She slowly massaged my clit helping the blood flow to return to normal. I could not help but wonder if she had experience with women because she certainly knew how to touch a woman where it mattered.

Meanwhile Brian had undone the clips that held my wrist cuffs, collar and bondage belt to the bench. He helped me sort of sit up half way with my weight resting on my elbows. He massaged my shoulders and helped me to work out the kinks.

Heather had in the meantime loosened the strap that insured that the dildo did not escape the clutches of my sex. She looked up at me and again asked if I was ready. I nodded my head up and down and felt her start to pull the dildo from the depths of my pussy. Inch by inch I felt it slide out of me and the relief was overwhelming. The tip finally popped out of me with a 'thwack' and even though my pussy was empty it was still dilated from what had been ensconced there for so long.

I remember looking down in amazement at how lewd my pussy looked as it gaped open.

"One more to go," Heather said and she stepped aside to allow Brian to unclip my thighs and feet from the bench.

When they were free Brian massaged my legs for a bit. Heather then asked him to help me draw my knees to my chest to give her better access to the massive butt plug that was still in my ass.

"I'm going to pull it out quickly she said, that should be the easiest for you," Heather said.

"Tell me when you're ready."

I nodded my head and Heather said, "Here we go," and she pulled the butt plug out of me in one smooth motion. I groaned a bit as the thickest part slid past my sphincter.

Again, the relief was wonderful. I no longer felt any part of my nether regions being cruelly stuffed with oversized invaders. 

Brian helped me to my feet and I reached around to feel my asshole. Like my pussy I found that it gaped open and assumed it would be some time before it returned to its normal size. 

I sat back down on the bench and Brain and Heather helped me remove the collar, bondage belt, and the wrist, thigh and ankle cuffs. I saw that the skin around my wrists was chafed a bit as was the skin on my lower thighs and ankles, obviously the result of my struggles.

I got back to my feet and saw Heather standing a few feet away. I walked over to her, took her in my arms and hugged her. I whispered in her ear, "I know you are scared but you have to try to go where I was at least once in your life." I gave her a peck on the cheek and let her go.

I remember the look on her face and I knew that she understood where I had been and suspected that she wanted to go there but was afraid. Oh, well, the price was pretty steep and not everyone may be willing to pay it I thought.

For the rest of the night I was like the belle of the ball. Everyone at the club, especially the ladies, all wanted to talk to me about my experiences. All I could tell them was what I told Heather. It was unbelievably awful and then unbelievably wonderful.

One of my friends said that she could never agree to do something where she could not stop it if she changed her mind. I told her that despite my struggles the feeling of being totally and completely out of control was somehow a turn on in its own right. 

My husband and I were talking with Heather and Brian when Paul came over. He put his arm around Heather and said, "I am really looking forward to getting you on that bench next month."

"But, but, I thought it would be only my husband and I that would be doing the scene," Heather blurted out."

"Nope, you are the entertainment for next month, It is all spelled out in the agreement you signed earlier tonight," Paul said.

Heather fumbled around in her purse and pulled out her copy of the agreement and Paul showed her where she had agreed to do the scene at the club. She read the language and just hung her head.

"I cannot do that. I thought I would be alone with just my husband and that he would stop if I said things were too rough," Heather said in a pleading voice.

"Well you should have thought of that before you signed the contract," Paul said.

"Of course, you can just pay the cancellation fee."

"How much is that?" Heather asked. Paul pointed out the language in the contract and Heather exclaimed, "$20,000, we don't have that kind of money."

Heather tried to negotiate with Paul to reduce the fee but he told her that he if she backed out he would have to hire someone to do the scene and it would be expensive, especially when they heard that it would involve something as intense as program seven. Heather tried again and begged Paul saying that they could not afford it.

"Then I guess your ass is mine next month," Paul said ominously, "I will be in touch before then to take care of some details," and he walked away.

Heather had a look of panic on her face and she pulled Brian away so that they could talk privately. I could hear parts of their discussion and Heather was pleading with her husband to do something. Brian just kept telling her there was nothing he could do and even though I knew he meant what he was saying I also knew how hot he got from watching my sessions with the machine. He had confided to me earlier how much he was looking forward to hearing his own lovely wife screaming as the current sizzled into her most intimate openings. I made a mental note to call Heather in a few days to help her process things and went back to mingling with the people who were still at the club. 

I chatted with several other people and answered the same questions again and again about my sessions with Paul. One lady in particular asked me if I would do it again and I had to pause to think about my answer. I thought about how I had asked the guy with the biggest dick I ever saw to fuck my ass a second time during my anal gang bang and how the pain I went through as he did got to me to the same wonderful place later as he had the first time he fucked me. Even though it was a crazy thing to do after I got through the pain I had a most exquisite orgasm.

It was then that I realized that maybe I was just crazy enough to do this again. Hell, I may even do it next month with Heather. Maybe Paul can get a second unit set up and we can hold hands while it happens. 

I was pondering this idea when my husband handed me a drink and said, "Penny for your thoughts."