Preparation

I feel the heat building in my loins, but somehow it feels insecure, as if it could fall away any minute, and bring back the despair and misery. I must maintain that arousal, nurture it. I can’t lose it now that I have worked so hard to recreate it. And for that, the perfect tool is right next to me. The electrodes I have worn this morning simply don’t allow the pressure to relax, the sensation to fade away.

I look at the mirror again. I suddenly realise that my relationship to his hand on the controls has changed. It is no longer an enemy, looking to cheat and **** me. Just this morning, I have evoked five orgasms while he was twisting the knobs and switches on the remote. And he certainly wasn’t against me. He helped me, led me on, drove me up to that place where it was possible. He wasn’t an enemy at all, he was a dear friend, guiding me on my mission, as if he was the coach of a winning team. Maybe I should just trust him.

I step up to the pole, where two electrodes await me. I have one final moment of hesitation, then push my hips forward to them. The sticky feeling when they connect is familiar now, but the power is turned off, and I am not shocked when the electrodes glue to my labia. I rest for a minute to make the glue stick well, then step away. As expected, the electrodes adhere to my pussy, they follow me.

I look at the mirror again. I will show this bastard what I’m capable of. I must defy him, and show him that I am not down for the count. A second pair of electrodes is available, and I take great care how I place them on my body, too. Pasting the first on the hood above my clit is easy, but I have some trouble before I manage to glue the second on the little piece of land between my slit and my asshole. I have another look at the mirror, and I hope there is a bit of “okay, now give me your worst” in my expression.

Still the power isn’t switched on. Is he waiting for me, is there something else I must do? But what? My head races, then the flash: a position, I must pick a position before he starts. I’m just standing up straight now, and I should step up to a hitachi, kneel to ride a dildo, or rub the length of my pussy along a rod… whatever, something…