Canes, needles and electricity

Email from evad

I have just returned from another memorable session with Lady Lydia. I will learn one of these days that what I wish for, or even hint at, becomes a reality plus. In previous sessions I had related to the Lady that I absolutely hated the umbrella stand where she keeps some of the most brutal canes in existence. Today, I suggested to her that I would like a very small taste/sample of one of these, just to be sure that my hatred for them was real. I told her that I did not wish her to use the thin metal one, the fiberglass rod, or the police crowd control device; maybe rattan would be suitable. I also had mentioned, slightly, that a few months back her special of the month was “needles” and that since I had not visited that month I had missed out on that torment.

After my big mouth had finished, I was ushered into the bathroom to strip down and prep for my session. Just when I was exiting, I heard the whistling of a cane through the air, which caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. The Lady had a leather bondage hood and a rattan cane in her hands, and indicated to me to lower my head and she slipped the hood over my head and laced it up in back. Then a gag pad was attached. She instructed me to turn around and suggested that I keep my hands out of the way. It is bad enough to be secured and caned, but having to stand there and accept it adds an emotional high to the event. After twenty plus stokes, I could not take much more. I attempted to turn around and received a firm tap on my cock, which gets one’s attention real quick. Some more stokes and that was it, I turned and begged for mercy, and was informed that since I had just drooled on her floor I had five more strokes coming, which she administered with an added gusto.

I was then ushered over to her padded sawhorse and commanded to get up and lie on my back and tenderized ass cheeks. She then proceeded to strap me down, across my chest and stomach with my hands by my sides, and my ankles and thighs firmly attached to the sawhorse. She then snapped the blindfold in place, the rest of the events are all by feel as to my loss of sight. The Lady’s cool, delicate fingers proceeded to nurse my balls out of their hiding place, and she securely bound them at their base. By feel, I felt her applying conduction pads to my cock and balls.

She started the process of wrapping me tightly from my toes to just below my chin with industrial strength cling film, leaving my cock and balls exposed. One’s body heat causes the film to tighten, so that your breathing becomes labored. Then that damn question, “Can you feel that yet?” I have not learned to say “Yes” whether I can or not, as the Lady keeps turning up the dial on the power source until the electricity was pulsing up and down my cock and through my balls. I then felt her making slits in the film, over my nipples and two at my sides. She informed me that she would be right back as she needed to get something from the other room.

With the click of her heels I knew that she was back. I experienced a cool spray on my nipples, and the slits on my sides. And then it started, the Lady’s version of acupuncture. I had brought my camera and the Lady took some lovely pictures. Each breast had five needles, and where she had cut the slits on my sides she made lovely triangle patterns with three needles. My cock and balls were still getting pulsed, I was babbling and cursing and calling out the Lady’s name, which seemed to just encourage her. The next sensation I felt was an electric current flowing through and around my breast, more babbling on my part and the Lady informing me that they say one should not use electricity and needles together, but what did they know.

At last the pulsing stopped in my cock and balls, but now the sharp stabbing pain of needles being inserted in my ball sack began. Then she attacked the under side of by cock up through and out the head of it. She hooked the electric supply to the needles that were piercing my not so private, private parts. Electricity was pulsing through my breasts, and my cock and balls, and the cling film was firmly tightened about me; I thoughtå I was surely in hell. Then the Lady was poking me on the sides with a bamboo toothpick, at the needles and my nipples, and tweaking the needles in my ball sack, with more moaning and cursing from me.

The current finally stopped flowing through my breasts but kept up in my balls and cock. The Lady started to remove the needles from my sides and chest, which was more excruciating than when they were inserted. When those 22 needles were removed she finally disconnected the wires from my cock and balls and removed those needles. After cutting me free from the cling film and undoing the straps, the Lady assisted me off the sawhorse and showed me the large pool of sweat that had collected under me. What a version of a sauna. All of this was accomplished in a short two-hour session and, yes, I have already booked a session with the Lady for July.

evad

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