From this gallery spotted on Bondage Blog.

“Do it again.” I implore him, breathlessly. The Hitachi is buzzing hard against the panties sheathing my pubic mound. I am close - so damned close - and I have been for a minute or two and it’s hard as fuck to stay on that edge.

He takes the zappy toy and carefully brings it closer to his cock. The two prongs hit his shaft and he jumps. His cock bobs and surges.

“The head. Zap the head.” I say - not really commanding, more begging.

He brings the toy to his cock again, aiming the prongs at the soft pink head. As they contact - just for a second - he convulses and twitches and grins so widely as he brings a hand to himself in a gesture of protection.

“Please, just once more.”

And he does. Again and again…

A little bit later, a gentleman came in for a heavy cock and ball torture session. I’m sure it’s no surprise to anyone that I was extremely pleased to hear that his pet interests were electrotorture and anal play!

I strapped him onto his back on the bench and inserted a butt plug into his ass, roping it into place. I attached cuffs and a spreader bar and tied up his cock and balls then, after a bit of a false start with the violet wand, got out my beloved TENS and began to have some fun with him.

I spent a little while sending one current straight across his testicles and another from the head to the base of his cock, then slowly stepped up the intensity until he was writhing and moaning and twitching in pleasure. I moved from there to inserting an electrified probe into his ass and running a circuit between it and an electrified pinwheel running up and down the shaft of his cock while the other circuit ran straight across his cock head. Had he not been thoroughly strapped down, I suspect he would have levitated off the bench.

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http://mydungeonspace.com/rss.php?header=blogs&id=8283

I love TENS, go from pleasure to pain and back again with just a twist of a knob.

Had her climbing the pole several times and begging me to stop, though she still needs to work on the “thank you Sir” after each intense burst. And, she’s decided that the TENS can hurt a lot more then my cattle prod.

Poor dear did learn how not to move away from the prod, and to properly ask me to stop.

So all in all a good night.

Photo credit is, of course, Wired Pussy.

I turned around and found myself facing a short, dark-skinned man
with a black mustache. With a friendly smile, he stretched out
his right hand and said: “I’m Tony. This wench is mine. Isn’t she
a real sweetheart?”

“Oh yes, indeed,” I agreed as we shook hands. “I haven’t seen
anything like her in the market for quite a while. Where did you
get her from?”

“From the hands of the E&L guys. Those bustards! They would have
wasted her. The day I went there, they had her hanging from the
ceiling, her hands tied behind the back and drawn up and all
that. And they tied a cement block to her big toes. Man, it
looked like they were going to break her arms and ruin her for
good. When I got there they had a pair of damn big alligator
clamps on her nipples. They wired them up, and a guy was giving
her electric shocks through the tits. The poor babe was jerking
like a fish out of water. Man, you never heard a girl screaming
like that!”

“Good God! Did they really do that to you?” I turned to the
slavegirl.

“Yes, sir,” she answered briefly. Her voice was noticeably shak-
ing with terror at the memory.

“Why did they do that?” I asked Tony, truly unable to imagine the
necessity to torture this sweet and helpless girl in such a
horrifying way.

“It turned out some big brothel wanted to buy her, and they were
only softening her up for the johns. Damn fools! I told them they
were ruining genuine crystal to make a piece of glass. And I told
them the best thing they could do by beating her up was to turn
her into a bitch just like those,” Tony pointed at the sexy
blondes chained next to Stephanie.

“That’s true,” I agreed sincerely.

“Yeah! I could see at the first sight this babe was something
special. High-class stuff; you know what I mean? She deserves
better than that. So I made them a better offer and took her
home. I trained her myself. It didn’t take too much hard work.
She’s a real good girl. Aren’t you, sweetie?” He turned to the
slavegirl and started rubbing the back of his hand against one of
her nipples.

From Stephanie In The Slave Market by Sir Kevin.

We got out the violet wand and gave them a demonstration - Griz shocked my breasts, thighs, pussy, and ass… my breasts are still red and sore today from all the zapping he did!

Because I was a good girl, Griz came on my face and breasts.

Source:
http://everythingoze.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-guy-can-be-sexy.html

You know it must have been fun to wear, plus of course “the chest is aided in its healthy development.”

And if you first present the cattle prod to her as a Valentine’s Day present, all wrapped up in a huge heart-shaped box that she thinks will have many pounds of finest Belgian chocolate inside, she will show you her happy face, something like this:

The rest of your Valentines Day entertainment will look like this. (Results not guaranteed, go figure.)

Photos are from Shadow Slaves.

This weekend I had my first experience with a Violet Wand and it was fantastic. I’ve always had an irrational fear of electricity. I blame it on my brother picking me up and throwing me into the electric fence on multiple occasions…

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http://magickalpony.livejournal.com/7292.html