Safeword: Davenport (11 page)

"Pet, you know what I do for a living. I know the properties of electricity inside and out, and I'm
well
acquainted with what it can do to the human body. Do you trust me to send current through your body without causing harm?"

She thought about her answer a minute—electricity terrified her. Garnet had used a TENS unit on her, but never actual voltage. However, as Zach said, electricity was his specialty.

"Yes, Sir. I do."

"I'll be using TENS on your breasts; you're familiar with that already. You'll experience real electricity below the waist, and it'll be a new sensation for you.” He held a small bit gag in front of her face. “Open, please. You'll still be able to safeword, but I need your mouth kept open for this."

Dana accepted the bit, her body recognizing the feel as the sides of her mouth were pulled back. He fastened it, double-checked the tightness, and kissed her just above her left eyebrow. She bit down experimentally, thankful it was soft between her teeth—she hated metal bits.

"What do you say if you want the electricity to stop, and stay off?"

She spoke around the bit, making it sound reasonably close, and received a curt nod. “Very good. I'll start slow and build up, but I'm warning you now the final twenty seconds will be more than you think you can handle."

He placed a TENS unit and a box with multiple dials, buttons, and gauges on the table. “Four minutes, pet. I know you can do this for me. Last the four minutes and I'll fuck you every which way I can, and I'll allow unlimited orgasms. If you safeword you'll spend an hour in pain instead of bliss.” He leaned down, his voice dropping an octave, excitement showing in his eyes. “I want to see your body jerk and spasm out of control. I need to hear your screams. This isn't punishment. You've done nothing to deserve discipline."

Her brain switched into slow motion as he started the timer and began pushing buttons and rotating dials. The muscles of her ass contracted and relaxed around the plug, teetering on the edge between uncomfortable and painful. Her awareness jumped to the tingles shooting from one side of each breast to the other, straight through the nipple.

The thing in her pussy came alive, and not as gently as the plug in her ass—the contractions more intense. Her outer lips were next, and those in addition to the jolts inside were too much. She gave a short scream and tried to pull her legs together, struggled to move her hips up, but no movement was possible, he'd restrained her too well.

He gradually ramped everything up, and when she was sure she couldn't handle much more she looked at the timer to see she was at a minute and fifty seconds—not even halfway.

She attempted to speak around her gag, meaning to say, “Too much, Sir! I can't take it!” What came out didn't sound like what she'd intended, but he apparently understood.

"We're about half the intensity I plan to give you, pet. I'll tell you what; we'll back off on the plug's timing, make it every twelve seconds instead of every six. I haven't sent juice to your clit yet, I'm saving the best for last. You know how to make it stop if you need to, but if I don't hear the magic word I'll continue with my plans."

Another jolt and spasm hit her pussy, followed by the clamps on her lips, and her lower body jerked as her lungs and voicebox belted out a bloodcurdling scream.

At the sixty second mark he told her she was in the final stretch, just before he turned everything up. Her body screamed at her to make it stop, the electricity shooting through her muscles like ten thousand electrified ants swarming through her. At forty seconds, he marked the time and told her she could do it. An eternity later she heard “Twenty seconds,” and then her body felt like it was coming apart.

Whatever was attached to her clit finally came to life, the sensations streaking into and around her genitals in ways she hadn't thought possible. The cramps and fire in her ass and pussy were agonizing, and she had no control over the way her body tried to jerk and spasm in its bonds. Her tits felt as if a million tiny hot pokers were shoving at them, and she only broke off from screaming long enough to quickly pull more air in.

Suddenly, it all stopped. Nothing. Silence. Peace. There was only the sound of her ragged breathing, and just as it began smoothing out, the thing in her pussy pulsed once. And again. Her clit pulsed. Not painful. She heard Zach say one word, as if he were in a room with an echo.

"Come."

Her body obeyed him, spasming hard; the same muscles the electricity forced into paroxysms were now contracting and relaxing in waves of pleasure and bliss while Zach freed straps and cuffs.

He climbed up behind her, saying, “Knees and elbows, pet."

She steadied herself with his help, and he pulled the electrode out of her pussy and buried himself to the hilt, her insides still quivering, not finished with the previous orgasm. He rode her forever, and her climax kept going, and going, and going. After an eternity of ecstasy he rolled her over, tenderly spreading her legs before running his hands up the insides from ankles to groin. Dana looked into his face and lost herself in the blue depth of his eyes as he positioned himself and gently slid back inside her.

He skimmed her cheek with his lips, teased his way to her mouth, his kiss a gentle dance. Remembering she could use her hands, she stroked his arms, fingers skating to his shoulders, sliding down his back. He shuddered, his gaze fixed on hers, and began moving his hips.

He made love to her, his body gliding in and out with long, slow strokes with no beginning or end. All she saw was his eyes, his face, and she felt as if he caressed her soul.

Her orgasm wasn't violent, but relaxed and gentle, sliding through her like silk. When Zach finally came, he leaned forward, his face buried in her neck as he went completely still. It did her heart good to know she wasn't the only one struck breathless by their passion.

He raised up long enough to get rid of the condom, tossing it onto a towel on the cart before collapsing beside her. No words were necessary as their legs and arms wove together of their own accord, a layer of comfortable bliss settling over her as she relaxed into his embrace.

Dana didn't drift off this time, and her brain began firing on all of its cylinders again as Zach's arm moved lethargically up her body to brush the hair from her face. “I should get the rest of my equipment off you. How do you feel?"

Her smile felt odd, trying to use the muscles the bit had interfered with earlier. “I'm good. Sir."

He sat up and gently pulled the plug from her ass before gingerly removing the hardware on her pussy lips and clit. She examined them, curious, and discovered he'd loosened alligator clamps with rubber bands on the handles, so they didn't bite all the way down—just tight enough to stay on without hurting. Until he applied the electricity, anyway.

Adhesive pads were taken off her breasts and back and she started to ask about them, as she hadn't felt any shocks on her back, but he leaned in and kissed her before she had a chance.

He pulled away from the kiss, smoothed her hair, and said, “Stay put, I won't be long."

He piled everything on the cart and pushed it out the door, returning a few minutes later with an icky green sports drink and a straw. He helped her sit up, so her legs were hanging off the side of the table, and handed the bottle to her.

"I don't like those, Sir."

"Deal with it. You need to replenish your electrolytes.” His voice softened. “Come on, just hold your breath and chug, get it over with."

She rolled her eyes at him and did as instructed; surprised it went down in two large drinks. She must have been thirstier than she'd realized.

"Good girl. We'll talk at length later, but is there anything I need to know now, that can't wait for discussion?"

She took a quick inventory and said, “No Sir, it was terrible as it was happening, but I'm fine now—just muscle fatigue and a little soreness, like overworked muscles, but no pain."

He took the empty bottle and gave her a peck on the lips. “Let's head upstairs. I had an idea as I watched you writhe on the table, a new way to make circuits build on themselves, and I'd like to note the basics while it's fresh in my head. To the bathroom with you first, then into the cage."

Put away. While he worked. A toy. A pet. Stored when not in use. God, she needed to come.

She could hear him busily typing in bed on his laptop as she lay in the locked cage. She wanted to play with herself, but knew he wouldn't approve.

He'd given no indication of how long she'd be here, and it'd be easier to enjoy if she knew whether he intended thirty minutes or two hours. This cage had played into her fantasies for so long; actually being in here was almost too much to bear.

As she contemplated how upset he'd be if he caught her playing with herself, she heard him close the laptop and set it on his nightstand. She hadn't been in long, maybe fifteen minutes, tops, and was almost disappointed at the prospect of being released so soon. However, when he squatted down to peer through the bars, she realized how happy she was to have him back.

"Hello, pet. How're you holding up?"

Horny
. “I'm good, Sir. And you?"

He smiled. “I got to play with electricity; I'm a pretty happy camper. It's nearly eight, and you've had a long day."

He pulled the key from around his neck and gently helped her out. He'd already turned the bed down, and he pulled the blanket over her as she got in, gesturing to the bottle of water sitting on the nightstand. “I'd like to see you drink at least half, more if you want."

His pajamas slid on the bed as he climbed up, sitting with his legs crisscrossed. He looked damned good in pajama bottoms and no shirt, and she took a moment to admire his body before reaching for her water. His eyes followed her every move as she drank well over half and returned the bottle, her heart fluttering at the approval she saw in them.

"For this conversation, you don't have to say
Sir
every time you speak, though you should keep your tone respectful. Tell me your thoughts and feelings on your four minute ordeal, pet."

She smiled shyly, not sure where to start. “I was never a fan of the TENS, and what you did made me feel as if I'd only been to kindergarten, but ended up in a post graduate class at MIT."

Realizing she was rambling, she took a breath and tried to answer his question. “The stuff at the beginning—and again at the end—was nice, but the rest of it was so overwhelming. It came from so many places I couldn't keep up, couldn't manage the pain. I was sure I'd shatter into a million pieces. Not just my body, but my thoughts, my psyche. Everything."

"You were beautiful. You reacted so strongly, and I was so hard watching you, I almost didn't last the four minutes myself. But since this was the first I've had you hooked up I needed to pay as much attention to the EKG and oximeter readouts as I did your—"

"Oh!” She interrupted, saw eyebrows lift, and realized she'd been disrespectful. “I apologize, Sir, but I'd wondered when you took the things off my back, and I just figured out what they were. I'm sorry, keep talking, please."

He raised a single eyebrow a few seconds, contemplating her lack of decorum, and let it drop. “Your heart was fine throughout the experience, and your oxygen stayed at safe levels through all but the last fifteen seconds, and even then it only dropped to ninety-four."

Memories slammed into her, and Dana tried to ignore the empty place in her heart—the one she'd almost forgotten for the better part of a day. “Garnet had an oximeter he used for breath control; to make sure I was safe."

They were quiet a few moments; neither knowing what to say, and she wished she hadn't mentioned him. She finally remembered a question she'd had while in the cage. “How was the four minutes, hurting me with the electricity—how was it different than punishing me? You said you only liked giving me erotic pain, not actual, and...” Realizing she was saying it all wrong, she blurted, “I'm not complaining, just trying to figure it out. Sir."

"If I learned you truly hated electrical play, I couldn't enjoy doing it to you. I'd have made your first experience a kinder and gentler one if you weren't already familiar with the TENS, but with the bet, it seemed the perfect use of my four minutes. You came at the end. Was it really so bad?"

She started to say
yes, it was terrible
, but he needed a different answer—total honesty, not just truth. “I'll always be afraid of it, I think. The loss of control over my muscles, the jerking, is part of it, but the pain is so overwhelming and all-encompassing—so much more intense than the TENS.” She shook her head. “But I'm okay, there's no damage, no marks. If you gave me that level of intensity with impact play I'd have bruises, welts and possibly blood to show for it."

She looked at her breasts, the nipples bruised and red from the clamps, but no indication of the torment they'd received from the electricity. “I
like
marks though; they give me proof of the agony I went through, they keep it real for me longer.” He'd asked about the pain, and she needed him to understand how different it was. “I don't think I'll ever ask for electricity, it's not something I'll crave, the way I do impact."

His eyes twinkled. “Ah, a challenge. The next time I pull my equipment out, it'll be to show you pleasure and not pain—okay?"

"Deal,” she said, smiling. “May I please use the restroom and brush my teeth, Sir?"

"Yes, you may. While you're in there you should lube your ass as well. You'll find lube in the top right drawer of the vanity."

It took a lot of willpower to keep her fingers away from her pussy as she generously lubed and stretched her ass. She tried to calm herself with deep breaths as she washed her hands, but without much success.

She stepped into the bedroom and paused, spotting a large silver
njoy
in Zach's hand.

He waved it toward bed. “Lean over the edge, pet."

Dana did as instructed, trying to relax her torso on the soft mattress, but heard a sharp, “Arch your back, ass up. Please don't make me have to keep reminding you."