Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon (12 page)

Jacob was standing with his legs spread shoulder width, his wrist cuffs clipped behind him, and appeared to be concentrating on his breathing as the plug slipped deeper into his cock—his urethra distending more than Dana thought natural.

She started to move closer to him, wanting to rub his back and comfort him, but was worried she'd break whatever concentration he was using. About that time it slid all the way in, and Jacob gasped and jerked in surprised pain and then seemed to relax, but Dana heard his shallow breaths and wasn't fooled.

Brent removed his gloves and had Jacob lean over the bed before handing Dana a hefty stainless steel plug. She immediately noticed the electrical attachments on the end, but Brent shook his head and said, “He's already lubed."

Dana nodded and looked at Jacob; his breathing had leveled off, and his muscular ass and legs made her want to run her hands over them. She put the plug down and walked to the side of the bed, meeting his eyes a few seconds before saying. “Arch your back and spread your legs."

His gaze reflected his need to obey, to be controlled, and made her fiercely want to give it to him. She brushed her fingers through his hair and walked behind him, pressing the plug to his ass. It slid about two thirds in before she met resistance, and she slowed, reaching down to play with his balls before pushing on the space between them and his asshole, making Jacob groan as the plug shifted in some more. The weight of the metal in his penis pulled on his erection, and—curiosity getting the better of her—she gently squeezed the head around the unforgiving steel. He groaned again, his ass tightening, threatening to push the butt plug out. She pushed in, intending to hold it in place, but he inadvertently relaxed and it went all the way in. Jacob's gasp was closer to a scream this time.

Brent patted him on the ass and said, “Okay, up you go, it's time for me to talk to the two of you about what's going to happen.” Reaching for a bundle of blue Velcro straps, he attached them to Jacob's scrotum and cock as he talked.

"We've agreed no man besides me will Top you, and today won't be an exception. Zach's an expert with electricity, and he's been teaching me how to do it safely over the past weeks. I purchased the items he suggested,” he said, motioning towards the equipment on Jacob. “Zach will send juice to both you and Dana—to the equivalent parts of your body, at the same time. I'll have another set of controls, allowing me to increase or decrease your power level as a percentage of what Dana is receiving. He'll be giving her what she can handle; it'll be up to me to adjust your levels up or down, depending on your reactions."

He pulled a plastic sheet of electrical pads out of a box and began placing them. “Dana's clit clamp will be tied into your penis plug, and her vaginal electrode to the straps on your cock and balls. You'll both have an anal plug, and TENS pads on your nipples. Dana, tell him a little about what to expect. Zach says he'll start with the good stuff—said you'd know what that means."

Dana smiled. “Yeah, it means it feels wonderful. I'm not sure how it'll work on you. For me, it's like the plugs are moving in and out, as if I'm being fucked by them. The butt plug should feel the same, but I don't know how it'll translate to your cock and balls. It makes the muscles contract and relax, so I imagine it'll be good for you, too."

Dana saw Jacob look behind her, and turned to see Zach walking their way, looking at Brent as he said, “I'm all set if you want to go ahead and get Jacob into position. It won't take me long to get her hooked up and she can join him."

True to his word, within about five minutes she was walked to the center of the room, where Jacob's wrists were attached to a spreader bar hanging from the winch. She was pleasantly surprised to discover the raised platform in front of Jacob put them at eye level. Her wrist cuffs were connected to the same overhead bar, but her arms weren't extended as far as his, so their hands couldn't touch.

The warmth of Zach's hands rested on her shoulders as he said, “Both of you need to keep your feet flat on the floor, but other than that you can lean into or away from each other as you wish. Dana, no orgasms during the first part; don't bother asking. Both of you should let us know if you're getting close. No restrictions on speech for either of you."

Within moments, the plug in her pussy began pulsing, and Jacob's eyes grew bigger. “I was expecting—you know—
pain
,” he said, moaning under his breath and circling his hips in obvious pleasure, “but this is wonderful."

Dana laughed at the way he drew
wonderful
out to last about five seconds, but her laugh changed to a groan when the plug in her ass was set in motion. She felt her own hips moving in response, and tipped her head towards Jacob, saying, “Kiss me.” Her nipples came to life mid-kiss, and his full-body shudder confirmed he was experiencing the same things.

She was on her way to an orgasm, but had it under control until the clamp on her clit came to life, making her feel as if she'd come apart from the inside out.

"I'm close, Sir! I don't think I can hold it back! Oh, God!"

The buzzing and pulsing around her clit faded, and Jacob's breathing evened out.

Zach must have moved the sensations around their bodies for twenty minutes before she was allowed her first orgasm. Zach used the electricity to get her good and horny again, and turned everything off.

The Doms went into motion, releasing and carefully walking them to the side of the playroom, pushing the wheeled carts with all of the electrical equipment. As Zach placed her in the swing, Brent used the remote to move the winch above them, removing the spreader bar and attaching the metal square in its place.

Before long Jacob and Dana were both in a swing, with a bit gag installed, facing each other—black silk rope connecting them to the swings at upper arms, forearms, calves, thighs, hips, and chest. Their wrist and ankle cuffs were also attached, as well as the strap of their gags. Jacob was in the same predicament, but she saw fear on his face. She understood their restraints were to keep them as safe as possible once they began writhing uncontrollably, and it appeared he was figuring it out as well. She wanted to reassure him it would be okay, wished she'd done so earlier, when she still could.

The pain hit her nipples first—thousands of dancing electrified bees stinging their way into the tender flesh, taking her breath away. She counted to three slowly in her head as her world narrowed to her nipples, her back teeth on the bit, and the sound of Jacob screaming. When the torment paused she saw him fighting the restraints, thrashing around in the swing, his eyes squeezed shut while his blood-curdling scream continued at least five seconds after the electricity was gone.

As soon as Jacob's breathing normalized, the pain hit her ass—centering on the ring of muscles and convulsing up her colon. Jacob's shrieks filled the room again, but this time Brent was behind him when the current stopped, arms wrapped around him, mouth to his ear, talking to him. Jacob's eyes were closed and his skin glistened with sweat.

She didn't expect another thunderbolt while Brent was touching Jacob, and was taken by surprise as her lower body blazed into an inferno of torment. She heard her own screams this time, and didn't have the brainpower to even consider counting her way through it. When the pain ended she relaxed, feeling the adrenalin and endorphins flooding her system, opened her eyes to see Brent and Jacob looking at her, and realized the electricity had only gone to her.

She caught her breath and looked at Zach, who gave her a quick survey with his gaze and said, “Five seconds."

He pushed the button as the last consonant left his mouth, and the firestorm was everywhere this time. She thrashed in the swing, heard herself screaming in agony—five seconds is forever when you're hurting so exquisitely, in so many places at once.

The pain stopped in an instant, but her muscles took a few more seconds to cease their frenzied jerking, and in those moments she heard Zach, as if from a distance, telling her to come as he turned the clamp on her clit back on with enough of a bite to give her an edge. Now she flailed around in the swing from the effects of a total body orgasm, and her shouts were of pleasure as the climax began at her clit and exploded out until she felt it from the tips of her toes all the way to the ends of her hair, and every cell in between. Her spine tried to curve backwards in the harness; her legs attempted to pull together, then strained to curl into her torso, and flew out again. Nothing was steady, everything moved with her, and she couldn't find a point of stability to use to control her movements. The muscles around her clit continued to pulse, and she was rocketed higher and higher until she feared she'd pass out from the pleasure.

The electricity hit her nipples and ass again while her orgasm was at full strength. Her body finally arching backwards as she screamed through the sensations flooding her—so much pleasure and pain at once, the agony threatening to drown out the ecstasy, but not quite managing.

When the current stopped, she barely sucked in enough air to fill her lungs before it returned, and when Jacob's scream drowned out her own and she knew they'd patched him back into the fun.

In the break between jolts she opened her eyes to check on Jacob, and was scared for him when she saw him in a panic, fighting his restraints, his eyes wild. When the next jolt took her, she managed to keep her eyes open long enough to realize he wasn't getting juice, and she stopped struggling for control and allowed the pain to take over her senses again; her body writhing in the swing, no longer under her command.

At some point, Dana realized Jacob wasn't in the swing, but she didn't know where he was. She wanted to ask in between times, but couldn't pull her thoughts together to form the question.

She was exhausted, but needed to come so damned bad—the electricity was too much when coursing through her body, and she wasn't given adequate recovery in between to pick up sufficient steam. If he'd just give her twenty seconds in between, she knew she'd manage. Her clit was on fire, the muscles around it so tired, but with so much blood flowing through the area between clit and asshole she was overwhelmed with heat and sensation, and she'd go crazy if she couldn't find release soon.

"Dana, I need to you to look at me, please."

He said it a few times before she realized the voice was talking to her. She summoned enough strength to raise her eyelids, Zach's face in front of her, his hand on her cheek, and his beautiful blue eyes touching her soul.

"Do you want to come?"

She talked around the bit gag, tried to say, “God yes, please.” Zach stepped closer and removed the probe from her pussy before sliding in. She was so tight, but it felt wonderful.

His arms reached around her, through the sling, and his cock slowly slid out and then pushed back in. His body leaned into hers as he pulled her closer and said, “I love you. Come."

Dana's tired muscles began spasming around his thickness, no longer needing the electricity to make them dance. Her arms were still secured to the swing, so she couldn't touch him, but he touched her plenty as she shattered under him, her screams several octaves lower, but just as loud as her body released all of the pain and pleasure and energy Zach had put into her with his amazing toys.

As the orgasm finally spent itself out Zach gingerly pulled out and took the condom off. They didn't use protection anymore and its presence reminded her Brent and Jacob were here, but she couldn't form words to ask where they were, and if Jacob was okay.

Zach took a few moments to extricate her from the swing before wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist to try to help, but her muscles were so tired. She rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, as he walked her across the playroom.

She felt other hands on her as he leaned her towards the bed; recognized them as Jacob's, and allowed him to guide her to his side. Zach climbed in beside her, and Jacob helped situate her so she was mostly laying on Zach, with his arms around her.

Zach's voice told her to float, and she did.

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Dana drifted back to consciousness with Zach's arms still around her, comforted by the sounds of the three men talking. Their words gradually took form, sinking into her brain until she finally realized they were discussing her.

Zach spoke softly, his voice rumbling in his chest under her cheek. “I'd hoped the electricity might take the place of extreme impact play, giving her pain without the welts and bruises, but she tells me she needs the marks, and the pain and tenderness afterwards as proof of what she went through."

"Jacob likes looking at his marks, too. If you aren't comfortable with it I'm sure we can work something out with Max, at least in the short term."

She felt Zach move as he shook his head. “No, she's mine, and I'll find a way to take care of her needs. I'm hoping the single tail can be part of the solution once I get enough confidence."

Jacob's voice didn't sound right as he said, “From what I've been told, her first master taught her to crave the intense pain. It's a wonder she lasted so long without it, but now that she has it back I think her body's in overdrive, catching up on lost time. But I understand what you're saying, about having to hold yourself so firmly in control since you can't rely on her to safeword once she goes deep."

Dana moved her fingers and touched Jacob's side as Brent said, “When Max finally stopped, she begged him to keep going, asked him to draw blood. There are many Doms who'd use that as an opportunity to abuse, but I trust you completely—you're too concerned about exceeding what her body can handle to take advantage."

Jacob shifted closer to her, brushing her hair out of her face and smiling, his voice scratchy as he said, “You're back. That was some show the two of you put on."

"Are you okay? What happened? I was worried about you."

His smile was shy, embarrassed. “I'm apparently a wuss when it comes to electricity."