August 23, 2004.
Who would have thought that day, five years ago would bring me pleasure now. On that faithful evening in late summer I purchased what I can only describe as a baby tens unit, a junior tens unit. The electric device I purchased was originally meant to help assist in body definition by causing shocks to squeeze and tighten your muscles. My purpose for placing junior into my basket had nothing to do with great abs but rather how those electrical currents would feel as they pulsed on my most intimate and sensitive of places.

Happily I was not disappointed with the intensity of each sticky pad; however, for some bizarre reason after two attempts with junior I simply stopped. I packed up the wicked little device and placed it in my closet, allowing cobwebs to cover it. Looking back, I believe what caused me to tuck junior away was because deep down I knew it was a toy to be enjoyed with another person. And holy is it to be enjoyed.

This past weekend Master pulled that little buzzer from our toy closet and with great excitement and a tiny, tiny bit of trepidation I stretched out on the floor, my legs spread, my mind racing and my trust completely in Masters' hands. I wish I could describe exactly where Master placed four (out of twelve) pads but alas, I was face down on the carpet barely able to breathe let alone pay attention. What I do know is after begging, pleading and aching for more Master placed at least one pad directly over my ass cunt hole and oh my, oh my, oh my! The instant the first shock flickered across my ass cunt hole I squealed and I do not believe I stopped until Master removed every pad. I was in a state of orgasmic bliss and my body jerked, violently so, with each shock wave.

The orgasms which I received from that delightful prickly toy were both mental as well as physical and I am still in awe at how greedily my body responded to each painful shock; how hungrily my mind craved for freedom to simply escape into the sweet abyss of each electrical current. I can not remember a time when a toy had created such an explicit and primitive reaction inside of me and for the first time I truly felt addicted to my pleasure. I wanted the shocks to continue, I wanted Master to play with his slave until she was spent. I wanted to be used until my body fell silent, exhausted and dehydrated from every unbelievable orgasm. I felt powerful in my submission, accepting everything Master was providing and much to my surprise my high continued even after I asked Master to turn the voltage down. Although the pain was bringing me to one fantastic release after another, there was a moment, close to when Master finally turned the machine off, where I begged Master to subdue the pressure because I truly felt as though I was burning my ass cunt hole from all the zaps. (I am happy to say that was not the case; however, my well constricted and utterly used hole was extremely warm to the touch.)

My sexual ferocity for the stinging instrument continued throughout the weekend (and still resides in me as I sit here typing) and much to my surprise, when I asked Master to use the electricity on me again Sunday night he granted me permission and for a second night in a row I was filled with an overabundance of orgasmic beauty. I am not entirely certain what surprised me more, the fact that Master granted me permission for such intense pleasure or that I had been brave enough to ask for it. Asking for things, anything has been a great challenge for me for as long as I can remember; however, for whatever reason last night I simply could not help but ask. I had been craving those wicked electrical lashings all day and quite simply I wanted more. A lot more. In fact I want them right now. I wish I was lying on the floor, my eyes closed, my limbs bound, my mind void of all thought while sharp, all consuming electrical tentacles flicker across my flesh, delving into my most sensitive of recesses. I want to feel that tremendous contradiction of pleasure and pain while my body thrashes, the orgasm building, causing me to clench and tighten the very hole where all the pain resides.

I believe I am still in awe of all which transpired inside of myself as Master played, used and took what he wanted from his slave. And he did take. But, he also gave. In fact, Master fulfilled a long running fantasy of mine over the weekend: Master fucked me on the kitchen counter. I realise what an odd fantasy that might be considering everything I have experienced, everything Master and I have experienced together, but for me, having sex on the kitchen counter has always been one of those long running desires and I can now say, with a rather large smile upon my lips, that Master has given me just that. Granted, the type of sex Master and I engaged in was not something I had ever imagined but I can say it was even better. Unlike the fantasies where I envisioned myself sitting on the kitchen counter while Master fucked my cunt, my legs wrapped around his wrist; Master draped my arms across the counter top, spread my legs wide and as my breasts pressed into the cool surface, Master pushed his cock deep inside my ass cunt, the fingers on his right hand gripping into the flesh of my hip while the palm of his left hand pressed against my lower back, giving Master deeper access inside my tight hole. The pleasure of feeling Master that deep made my cunt leak and I am most certain my juices were actually dripping down my thighs and unlike times before, I found I was grossly aroused at being so wet for Master.

And my arousal continued as Master dragged me into another room, pushed me down onto a chair and fucked me yet again. No matter what Master did to me, my body responded by leaking, leaking all over the chair, the floor and my legs. Even when Master pushed his cock, the cock that had previously been buried in my ass cunt, down my throat and fucked my mouth my body vibrated from pleasure. That was the first time Master had ever put his cock into my mouth after he had been fucking my ass cunt and I still can not believe he did that. That I liked it. I believe though that the arousal I experienced then and the arousal I am experiencing right now comes from the knowledge that Masters cock was clean because I was clean, internally clean. And I was clean because earlier in the evening Master had played with two toys, using them both to flush me with water.

After Master had finished zapping my ass cunt hole, Master slipped the copper pipe he had modified, inside my hole. Although I could not see what he was doing, I had an idea and the moment I felt the cool material enter me I could not help but think what a wonderful toy for Master to give me a urine enema. I have often been curious about having Master release his urine inside of me and this pipe would be an interesting way of fulfilling that desire. Although Master did not use urine, he did hold an ice cube and slowly melted it into the tube and with each tiny droplet I felt the water slip inside of me and as more water melted, the more I found myself grinding my pelvis into the floor, aroused, yet again. After a few moments of using the pipe, Master rose, heading upstairs. He was gone for only a few minutes and when he returned I truly had no idea what he had planned. Fortunately for me, Master had come up with an even better way to fill me with fluid and placed the narrow tip of the metal syringe inside of me. I know that the amount of water Master pushed inside of me was minimal; however, it felt as though he had filled my entire belly and the pressure from the water made me squirm and thankfully, flushed me completely, leaving me clean for Masters use.

By the end of Sunday, I felt exhausted, I felt completely used and I was happy for it. Being Masters fuck dolly all weekend truly gave me a sense of being owned and I that is something I thrive on.

~His

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