So finally my follow up on the electric fly swatter my sadistic friend gave me.
I have been tied up, clothes pinned, whipped and paddled. Just another ordinary day. But then it appears. That pink, mini, innocent-looking racket. The electric fly swatter. That one that I have feared ever since my sadistic friend gifted it to me. Yes, I admit it, I fear this thing - when I finally gathered my nerve to test it on my finger on first receiving it hurt like hell. I have been dreading this ever since, he kept telling me it was coming, but there was still that little bit of hope that he would forget. He is smiling as he approaches me. I am starting to breath heavy now; did I mention that this thing hurts? He tells me to present my ass. Uh, uh no way. I don't think I can move towards that thing of my own free will. I made pleading noises, I beg him with my eyes, I move my ass in the opposite direction. Maybe this isn’t perfect obedience but I think I am doing well, I am managing to keep just under control my desire to see if I can make a break for a different room, a room with a lock.
"NOW!"
He has that look, that look that makes me jump to compliance. Now it’s a choice, face him later or face the racket now. I know later will still include the racket. Why can’t I be tied up for this? I move into position, slowly and reluctantly but I do it. He is enjoying this. He raises the racket and teases me with it, running it over my body without pressing the button. I am tense and jumping at every contact. I know its coming; my hands are clenched in anticipation. Now I just want it to be over with. Then it comes.
ZAP!
He has whacked it right against my ass.
and I start to laugh.
ZAP!
I continue to laugh. It doesn't hurt, it feels weird but it doesn't hurt. I am laughing from sheer relief, from my own foolishness.
Zap!
Yep this doesn't even rank compared to the canes we have. I am enjoying how stupid I feel. This is nothing; I have been so worked up for this slightly painful, tingly zap. Apparently fingers are way more sensitive than an ass. Figures. Guess there is a lot of truth that anticipation of pain is often worse than the reality of it.
I have been tied up, clothes pinned, whipped and paddled. Just another ordinary day. But then it appears. That pink, mini, innocent-looking racket. The electric fly swatter. That one that I have feared ever since my sadistic friend gifted it to me. Yes, I admit it, I fear this thing - when I finally gathered my nerve to test it on my finger on first receiving it hurt like hell. I have been dreading this ever since, he kept telling me it was coming, but there was still that little bit of hope that he would forget. He is smiling as he approaches me. I am starting to breath heavy now; did I mention that this thing hurts? He tells me to present my ass. Uh, uh no way. I don't think I can move towards that thing of my own free will. I made pleading noises, I beg him with my eyes, I move my ass in the opposite direction. Maybe this isn’t perfect obedience but I think I am doing well, I am managing to keep just under control my desire to see if I can make a break for a different room, a room with a lock.
"NOW!"
He has that look, that look that makes me jump to compliance. Now it’s a choice, face him later or face the racket now. I know later will still include the racket. Why can’t I be tied up for this? I move into position, slowly and reluctantly but I do it. He is enjoying this. He raises the racket and teases me with it, running it over my body without pressing the button. I am tense and jumping at every contact. I know its coming; my hands are clenched in anticipation. Now I just want it to be over with. Then it comes.
ZAP!
He has whacked it right against my ass.
and I start to laugh.
ZAP!
I continue to laugh. It doesn't hurt, it feels weird but it doesn't hurt. I am laughing from sheer relief, from my own foolishness.
Zap!
Yep this doesn't even rank compared to the canes we have. I am enjoying how stupid I feel. This is nothing; I have been so worked up for this slightly painful, tingly zap. Apparently fingers are way more sensitive than an ass. Figures. Guess there is a lot of truth that anticipation of pain is often worse than the reality of it.
Well the toy is not a complete write off. He has decided that zapping my finger tips with it would be an excellent punishment tool. I am feeling like a good girl now, a very good girl, an exceptionally good girl...
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