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  “I thought you’d say that.” He held a thick piece of black cloth in his hand and came towards me.

  “Now, wait a minute,” I bit back, pulling at the ring above my head as I foolishly tried to free myself. “Didn’t I just say no?”

  “You did. But you’re also under the illusion that you get to call to the shots around these parts, and I’m here to tell you that you don’t.”

  I fought him. It was probably going to be my last act of defiance, judging by the number of restraints I had on my person, but I wasn’t letting this go down without a fight. My head twisted from side to side as the swath of black cotton came down around my eyes, and I even made a good attempt at trying to head-butt him, but he was ready for me, pressing my body back up against the wall firmly.

  “Shhh, Lois. It’ll be better this way - you’ll see.” He ran his fingers down the side of my face, and I shuddered, though it wasn’t in revulsion. I just felt helpless, and strangely enough, I was beginning to realise that this kind of thing turned me on in the worst way.

  “I can still call red,” I whispered angrily, annoyed with myself for reasons I was not going to examine.

  “You keep threatening to do that, but you need to put your money where your mouth is.” His hand trailed down my arm and along the length of my leg with a torturously light touch. I moaned. Fuck. I was definitely going to lose my earlier bet.

  “And if I’d have said I wanted the blindfold?” It was a petulant little comment, but I needed to know the answer.

  “Then you wouldn’t have worn one.” I’d figured as much.

  The first needle pierced through the skin of my upper abdomen with no warning, and it made me gasp. As my body tried to arc up off the exam table, James’s hand held me steady.

  “The first one’s always the worst. The next will seem like child’s play.”

  “Nothing you do around my body is going to seem like that.” He chuckled, but when the next needle pierced my skin, I was ready for it, and the pain barely registered. A sharp scratch could be felt, but little more.

  “I’m keeping them to the upper levels of the epidermis, so there will be a little reddening around the entry site, but no lasting effects,” he said.

  “That’s reassuring.” Another needle went in, and I felt a little buzz of excitement begin to creep through me.

  “I’m aiming to stimulate some minor sensory nerves. There are usually two outcomes to this procedure. You’ll either feel pain gradually begin to consume you, or your body will compensate with some hormones and you’ll get a high or rush instead. I’m aiming for the latter.”

  “Good to know,” I said, with a fair dose of irony. He didn’t reply. Gradually I lost count of the needles, and my stomach became awash with sensation. It was bizarrely pleasurable. Things were circulating around my bloodstream that I had no control over, and I began to feel lightheaded and giddy.

  “You okay, Lois?” James circled his fingers over my cheek to capture my attention.

  “Mmm,” I moaned. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

  “Ah, good.” He wiggled the needle that had just pierced my skin, and I mewled prettily. The pleasure of that tiny movement was intense. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He patted my thigh, and I felt my clit burn in anticipation. Oh, Lord. Six orgasms. Six. There was no way I could want more, was there? “That was the last needle, Lois. I’m now going to thread the ribbon around the hubs. You’ll feel it pull a little, but I think you’ll like it.”

  I didn’t like it. I loved it. Lost in my own little world of darkness, all I saw was blazing light. It lit up my body with delicious frissons of electricity, and every inch of me prickled with the need to be touched. Now that my sight had been taken away, all my other senses were compensating, and each tiny whisper of sensation was felt acutely. The satin ribbon slowly stroked my skin, its lightweight tail whispering over my sensitised flesh before it coiled itself around the hubs of the needles embedded into me. I felt the pink satin strip complete a slow weave of my stomach, and with every breath I took, the material pulled softly at my skin. I played about with deep inhalations and shallow ones, but wasn’t sure which I liked best. I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be into this pain thing, but decided it was best to reserve judgement until after James had finished with me.

  “How tight do you want it?”

  Before I had to chance to figure out exactly what that meant, James drew the ends of the ribbon sharply upwards, and for a moment, I saw stars.

  “Can you handle that?”

  “Mmmm,” I whimpered, not at all sure that I could. I felt him tying the knot that would hold my temporary corset in place and then he let go of the ends.

  “How does it feel?” His lips were close to my ear, and I shivered.

  “Hot, stingy, burning, and mighty fine,” I whispered.

  “I thought so. You have a higher than average tolerance for this stuff. Good. We’ll continue.” He patted my stomach, and I screeched. He laughed, then blew a line of hot air across the needles, as if to soothe me. I squirmed madly, the needles jarring within me.

  “You’re a bastard, you know that, right?”

  “You have no idea,” he laughed. “By the end of this session, you’ll begin to understand what I’m capable of.”

  That sounded ominous, and wisely I kept quiet.

  The next thing I felt was his gloved finger on my clit, and it felt amazing, but damn cold.

  “Just greasing you up for the pump, Lois, so I get a good seal.”

  Oh, God, I’d forgotten about that. His fingers worked the lubricant over me with far more enthusiasm than necessary. Keeping a straight face took far more effort than it should have, but somehow I resisted the urge to break down and beg for orgasm number seven. I was strong. I could do this. His talented fingers said otherwise.

  Although my clit was sore from its previous exertions, it was quickly coming to life. When the plastic tube covered my little nub and James began sucking the air out of the container, I gritted my teeth. My poor, bruised clitoris was now being stretched into an inch-long tube, and I grasped my hands together above my head to deal with the pain. Thankfully, it didn’t last long.

  “There. All done.”

  “Am I supposed to say thank you?” My fingernails were digging into my palms, and my jaw locked tight. Once again, my body was on fire. I heard the sound of his footsteps upon the wooden floor and immediately regretted my outburst.

  Lacing his finger through the middle of my makeshift corset, James pulled. My eyes watered, and I yelped in pain as twenty needles burrowed into my flesh. “Watch that smart mouth, Lois. Your martial arts training won’t help you here.”

  He was right about that.

  “Okay, where were we? Hmm, I think we were just about to have some fun with electricity.”

  My head had been swaying from side to side as waves of pleasure and pain roiled through my body, and the sensory overload was almost too much to process. Those words brought me back to the here and now.

  “We were what?” My mouth had opened so wide it was threatening to dislocate my jaw.

  “Yes, well, when I say ‘we,’ I mean ‘you.’” He didn’t say anything else, but I heard a ripping sound and felt a sticky wet pad being placed upon my left inner thigh. Trying to squirm further back on the bench got me absolutely nowhere, and a similar pad hit the opposite side.

  “Brace yourself.” No sooner had the words left James’s mouth than a sharp prickling sensation began to crawl up my legs. It made me jump, but it wasn’t painful.

  “We’ll give you a minute or two at that setting, then we’ll notch it up. Meanwhile, I have two electrodes to replace your vibrating plugs, so I’ll go ahead and swap them over.”

  Of course, James didn’t play fair. He twisted the plug in my pussy around and around, and then began pumping it in and out. Little squeaks and gasping noises were coming from my mouth, but I paid them no attention. Now that my clit had been encased in a hard, tin
y plastic tube, I could feel it throbbing angrily with a pulse of its own. It was seeking attention and was most annoyed that it was not receiving any. When James began to play with the plug in my ass at the same time, I nearly expired on the spot.

  “Stop, stop,” I begged, and I rattled the chains above my head with a furious sense of helplessness.

  “‘Stop’ isn’t a word that carries any weight in this room. If you want to stop, yell red.”

  The vaginal plug popped out, and I moaned loudly, missing the sense of being so completely filled. Two of his fingers replaced it, slowly feeding cold lubricant inside me before they began stroking a firm path up my inner walls.

  “Ever had a G-spot orgasm before, Lois?”

  I gurgled. Whatever he was doing, all I knew was that he must never stop.

  “A G-spot orgasm is much more intense than a clitoral one, take my word for it. If I do this properly, you might even squirt for me.”

  Squirting? I’d read about squirting but figured that was a myth. Did people actually do that? Was that a thing?

  His fingers began stroking a little harder, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight beneath the blindfold and sobbed. I swear I could feel each of those damn little needles biting into my flesh with each breath I took, and combined with James’s fingers in my pussy, I was swimming in a sea of virulent hormones that had only one goal: explosion.

  James didn’t stop his fingering as the plug in my ass was gently removed. I barely noticed when he replaced it with another because I was far too lost in my own little world of excitement. When the current began pulsing inside me, though, I sobbed again.

  “Feels a little like fucking, doesn’t it? But I guess you wouldn’t know that, right?”

  “Nnnghh.” That was the most intelligible sound that would pass through my lips. Although I tried again, no words could be formed.

  “Shhh, Lois. I’m not going to make you beg for this one. We’ll save that for later. I think we need to loosen you up a bit, so just relax. You’re not going to be able to avoid this one, princess.

  I had a feeling he was right. The plug in my ass was monstrous, but it felt amazing. It was his fingers that did the most damage, though. I’d thought the G-spot nonsense was the stuff of fairy tales, but James was swiftly convincing me otherwise. Those tiny movements he was making inside my body were setting off cataclysmic reactions everywhere. My legs were once again trembling, my hands were rattling inside their chains, and a pressure was building inside me that I couldn’t even begin to describe, but I knew that it couldn’t be contained.

  “You… You…” There was no point in trying to talk, so I clamped my lips together. His fingers didn’t stop their relentless progress, and a heavy feeling settled in my groin that was both heaven and hell. My hips pumped themselves up and down frantically, and there was no controlling that, try as I might. Forced towards some kind of pinnacle that I could neither see nor touch, my body was left to flounder in the dark as my head spun.

  “Are amazing. I know. You can thank me later.” I gritted my teeth as the infuriating man continued his tiny little strokes, but there wasn’t much fight left in me. My body was tiring.

  “Let it go, Lois. Let it all go.”

  In the end, the effort it took to hold it all in was more than I could cope with. The electricity running through me had brought me to such a fever pitch that I was sure my body was giving off sparks. When my climax finally hit, it was ferocious. Without doubt it was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had, and when I felt fluid begin to gush between my legs, I was instantly mortified. Had I just wet myself, or was this squirting? Oh God, oh God, oh God. Mostly glad my bright red face was now hidden behind a blindfold, I just whispered, “Sorry,” over and over as my body continued to rock in the wake of its surrender.

  James’s hands stroked my hips and thighs. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Lois. It’s just female ejaculate. That’s the squirting I was talking about. You did great.” My temporary hiding place was then removed and I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light. “You look cute when you’re embarrassed.”

  I glared at him. I didn’t care that I was naked, I didn’t care that I was lying on a wet sheet, and I didn’t care that my legs were spread wide open. Fury overrode all of that in a heartbeat. At the moment I felt so vulnerable, I just wanted to annihilate the man. “If there was a school for assholes, you’d graduate with honours,” I spat.

  He had the audacity to laugh. “You’re probably right, but you’ve forgotten something.” He raised both eyebrows up, and as his ice blue eyes caught mine, I drowned. “You’re still tied up and very much at my mercy, Ms. Reeves.” There was a twitch of his lips, and then he turned away from me. Oh God, what now? I had the distinct feeling that I was better off not knowing.

  Trying to pull myself together, I took stock of the situation. Twisting my body from side to side to ease the strain on my arms, I figured I’d been in this room for perhaps an hour and a half. Thirty minutes until I’d cracked this shit, then. This wasn’t an insurmountable problem. It could be done. It could. It really could. I just had to stay focused, which was a really hard thing to do with an electrified plug pumping away in your ass.

  Turning back to face me, James said, “This is called a sparkler.” Blinking rapidly, it was to find a long black piece of metal being dangled before my eyes.

  “I’m guessing you don’t set light to it and shove it in a birthday cake,” I said sarcastically. My eyes narrowed on the thin piece of metal. I didn’t have a good feeling about it.

  “You guess correctly. This is a urethral insert. It’s called the sparkler because one of the earliest users of this type of electrode saw sparks when he used it.”

  That did not inspire me with confidence. “Did you just say urethral insert?” My knowledge of human anatomy was unfortunately quite good, and I didn’t want that thing anywhere near my bladder.

  James had a devilish glint in his eye. The word “sadist” didn’t even begin to describe him. The man was pure evil.

  “Yes. It’s another internal electrode, and I think you’re going to like it. It produces quite a strong sensation, I’ve been told.”

  My eyes widened. “I’ll just bet it does,” I whispered.

  James glanced at his watch. “Well, we’ve got just over another hour to play, so I guess we’d better move things along.”

  How long? I’d been here for an eternity. There was no way I’d make it through another hour of this. The man was going to kill me.

  Wires began to weave around my thighs in a serpentine manner as James completed his nefarious plot to obtain my safe-word. Judging by the amount of electrodes that were being taped to my legs, there was a very real possibility he was trying to set fire to me.

  “I’m going to turn them on one by one and see how many you can handle before we try the sparkler.”

  “Yes, it would be a shame if I had to ruin your reputation by telling all my friends that as far as ultimate pain goes, this session was pretty tame.” I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from saying anything else.

  “I suspect you don’t have all that many friends to tell, but in any case, I agree, and I certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint you, Lois.”

  The very perceptive James was back, and as usual he was infuriatingly correct, although I chose not to tell him so. Holding a control box in his hands, he began fiddling with some switches. The first electrode came to life and sent a flurry of prickling heat up my leg. There was a pause before another joined it, and then another. After he’d lit up five of the things, I panted, “Yellow.” There was no way I was going to deal with this.

  “C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure? Let’s try another couple.”

  I debated shouting the word ‘red’ long and hard, but somehow managed to keep it inside me. Another two electrodes were fired up, and my internal circuits felt like they were melting. To add insult to injury, the sparkler was then waved before my face once again.r />
  “Ready, Lois? You’ll need to stay really still for this one.” With no further warning, his gloved fingers popped the tube from my clitoris and I shrieked as blood began rushing back into the poor, abused little organ. Throbbing in agony as it swelled, James slowly pushed the sparkler in between my legs. I could only watch helplessly, knowing exactly where it was headed.

  My whole body tensed as James gently worked the sparkler inside me. There was a burning sensation initially, which had my eyes watering, but it passed quite quickly. Taking his time, he gently worked the electrode inside my urethra until it was about two inches deep.

  “Okay, we’re ready to turn it on, Lois. Any last words or requests?”

  My mouth hung open as I stared at him. “Fuck you,” I said.

  “Not today, sweetheart.” He might have said something else, but when the electrode was switched on, my head snapped back, and the pain was so intense for a second, my upper body hung from the chains around my wrists.

  I wanted to scream at him to take it out, but my mouth was clamped down so hard as it dealt with the pain, speaking wasn’t an option. When the wand came down on my clit again, I didn’t know what I wanted. An orgasm? James’s head, preferably severed from his neck, or perhaps the kind of relief that I’d been searching for these last few months. I could feel it gathering close now. I was losing the tight ring of control that usually guarded every movement I made and each word I spoke. The noose was finally loosening, and I sobbed.

  “Can you take a little more current?”

  James was wriggling the sparkler inside me, and my head was thrashing from side to side. No, I wanted to scream. No, I can’t take any more of this, but I didn’t say a word. The current increased, and as the wand wriggled and danced on my clit, finally my world exploded.

  I was screaming, sobbing, and hiccupping. A flood of tears was pouring down my face, and they were the first I’d seen in a very long time. I welcomed them with open arms.

  Although the blindfold had now been removed, everything went fuzzy and dark for a couple of minutes. My head was up with the fairies, floating on an intense cloud of hedonistic delight, and my body was still convulsing in gentle waves that seemed to ripple all the way through me. I was all over the place and nowhere at the same time.