Turn up the volume

Now that I know a little bit more about the kind of power that this thing can deliver, it is too scary to face it on my pussy. Even as I consider, the rhythm of the pulsing changes again. A slower, more majestic bursting of power takes an assertive hold of me, spinning me off in yet another different direction. I’m really not sure if I want to take all this power on my pussy at all, it frightens me. It is clear that the full power of it is bridled, that it can be turned further up at a moment’s notice, sending more violent shocks into me. I’m aware that when it hits me too hard, when it is delivered as a hot rod of actual pain, it has the frightening power to destroy the desire in my pussy altogether. I have no clue if doing something like that would be something he would actually do, but I certainly have no reason to trust him. But there is another place where it may have a big effect, and it is certainly safer, also a sensitive place, but where it will be easier to absorb excess power. I wiggle a quarter turn back, so my behind is turned to the electrodes again. Then I push back my ass, restoring contact.

Maybe I have never fully realized the sensitivity of my ass. What felt like a strange, but controllable sensation to my hip, turns into a fierce grip and squeeze on both of my buttocks at once. My ass muscles contract and convulse into the decisive thudding of the nodes, effectively taking my ass in a tight hold entirely by my own muscles. It thumps in my ass as if someone was clonking an iron hammer on it, and it extends from there, submerging pussy, hips, upper thighs in it as well. It immediately translates into arousal, an arousal that swells from the deep and erupts like a fountain. I only realize how wet it gets me when I feel drops of it running down along the insides of my thighs. There is confusion in my head. Even though the sensation is an explosion of delight in my crotch, that same feeling is completely alien to having an orgasm. It is extremely sexy, yet it could never produce an orgasm on its own. Not even when I press it to my pussy? No, I don’t think so… not even then.

I lean down on the electrodes, desperately trying to absorb the various kinds of pulses and rhythms it wants to subject me to. I guess it is operated by my abductor, from behind that window. I was scared of riding the machine today with the remote control in his hand. Now he has that control anyway, and he uses it to send bolts of shock into my ass. Worse still, I don’t even care anymore that his fingers are twitching the controls right now. The guy is doing a good job driving me crazy.

He never gives me the chance to stabilize it. Whenever I get used to it, whenever the sensation of the quivering could settle down in my body, the rhythm changes or the volume is turned up. There are no rests, the quaking in my ass just becomes harder and harder. I can see where they are going. Even if I dance to their delight now, it will soon traverse the pain threshold. It takes a minute before I actually get there. I can’t take this any more, I step forward from the electrodes and break the circuit and the quivering will end…