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On electricity

I’m not talking about the sparks that fly when you meet the eye of a hot person across a crowded room: this is about real electricity. Sparks and stimulation of the purely physical kind.

There’s a type of sex toy that used to utterly terrify me: electric sex toys. The idea of these is to use electrical current to produce sensations – either for pain, pleasure, or a shuddery mixture of both.

I’m a wuss

Some people are adventurous types: the kind who’ll suggest drunken skinny-dipping at midnight or taking drugs then listening to albums backwards. Because I don’t want you to get the mistaken impression than I’m exciting, I should tell you that I am not one of these people – I’m the sort of twat who ruins adventures by asking about health and safety.

So when I was first introduced to electric sex toys, at an erotic convention many years ago, I was initially reluctant to even hold them in my hands, much less to let someone hold them against my cunt. They put an electric current through you! Like… plugs! I’ve always been told not to put my fingers in a plug socket, so I assumed that shoving a livewire inside me might be a bit of a bad idea.

I didn’t realise what I was missing out on until someone decided to push my fear a bit further than I’d thought they would.

Brace yourself

It was a bright sunny afternoon – not the kind of atmosphere I’d normally look for in a terrifying BDSM scene, but you get what you’re given when it’s real life. I was roasting hot, as was he, as were all the other people in the room we played in. I won’t tell you what the full scene was – that might be for another day – but in the microcosm that existed over in one corner, this guy had me strung up by my wrists, frilly dress lifted to my waist, naked from hips to toes.

He circled me in a deliciously menacing way, and tightened the rope that was keeping my arms in the air. It stretched and creaked, and I ended up standing on tiptoes to try and balance. Doing a series of less-than-graceful semi-hops to stay in control, I was pretty nervous about what he’d do next.

Then he blindfolded me.

I love blindfolds. I love the anticipation of what might happen next – what might be happening already, that I just can’t see. When all I can do is hear, everything sounds like fun. That swishing sound – was he getting out a whip? Was he removing his belt? The footsteps – is he coming round behind me? Then suddenly – the rough feel of his hands all over me, pulling down the top of my dress and pinching my nipples. Touching me all over. Slapping my face.

“Do you trust me?”

Yes. Obviously.

“Do you want me to hurt you?”

Oh God yes. I wanted him to wield a whip – lashing my legs and arse as I staggered to keep my balance. I wanted riding crops, straps, belts, whishing-slapping sounds and stinging pain.

But, being an experienced dominant – as opposed to someone I could easily wrap around my stroppy little finger – he didn’t give me exactly what I wanted. He introduced me to something new.

“This might feel… unusual.”

Then I heard a sound that was somewhere between a click and a crack. No ‘whish’ to announce the arrival of the pain, just a snapping sound and the immediate rush of a stabbing tingle high up on one of my thighs.

I leapt away from him, my tiptoes carrying me as far away from where I thought he was as possible: tripping, nearly losing my balance, trying to take the weight on my wrists and force myself back into control. He circled me for a bit longer, and I turned round to try and work out where he was, where the next shock was coming from.

“Did you like that?”

Yes. No. Wait, maybe. Do it again.

Crack. Tingle. Why was it hot? It was hot because it was so different. So… odd. And because I couldn’t hear where it was coming from. I was blindfolded, nervous, off-balance, and completely at his mercy.

Where he touched me my muscles clenched, and I felt even more off-balance. I don’t know if it was to do with the pain or the spasm, but he’d clearly chosen well. For this position, with me balancing precariously and trembling uncertainly, this toy was the perfect thing to knock me off-guard. The whack of a crop was expected. A belt last would be something I could anticipate and push back against. Given my determination not to fail him I could probably even have taken cane strokes. But electricity? Twitching? Forced tingles and that weird static crackling sound? That was too much. I wobbled, and tripped, and felt the rope biting into my wrists as my legs gave way.

I loved being beaten, being fucked and used, but I very rarely lost control. By using something completely new and different, this guy made me do  just that.

Fuck me with power

It’s not necessarily about the physical sensation: after we’d finished he let me play with it, pressing those weird static crackles into the palm of my hand. They sounded loud, and tingled a bit, but didn’t hurt as much as I thought they would. The toy itself clearly had way more bark than bite.  The sensations and the joy and the fear running hot through my trembling legs was clearly about the power. Using something completely unique gave him much more power over me.

The one time I got to turn the tables and use an electrastim dildo on a willing gentleman, I made sure that the physical sensations were way more than just an aside. With insertable electric sex toys, the focus is more on what the electricity does to the muscles. The way it twitches them, contorts them, and allows you to bend someone’s involuntary actions to your will.

As the guy lay on the bed, myself and an electrastim expert hovering over him, he looked up at me with very wide surprised eyes as his ass twitched hard and tight around the dildo we’d plugged him with.

“Oh… umm… fuck.”

“Good ‘fuck’ or bad ‘fuck’?”

He paused. Twitched. Turned his big eyes on me again. I reached to turn down the voltage.

“No no no. Good fuck.”

I turned it up.

By the end of the day we had him weeping with a cross between joy and misery, exhausted on the bed yet denied an orgasm, head spinning with all the things we’d inflicted on him. It was a different kind of control – being able to move his muscles at will. But as not all of it’s strictly electricity-related, I’ll leave that story for another time. For now I’ll leave you with the mental image of me, naked from the waist down, lashed to the ceiling by my wrists, sobbing “thank you for doing that weird, weird thing” as my kind dominant friend planted kisses on my neck.

Pain is hot. But so is power.

If you want to do this stuff yourself, you can grab an Electrastim starter kit. But please read all of the instructions and don’t come crying to me when you run up a massive electricity bill.

6 Comments

  • endymion says:

    “Did you like that?”
    Yes. No. Wait, maybe. Do it again.

    That answer alone makes me want to try it *g*

  • seaside slut says:

    I’ve been wary of those things ever since I tried the kind that supposedly gives you a work out while you’re eating crisps in front of the TV and it made my muscles spasm and hurt like fuck.

    How do you find out about these awesome parties (if that’s what it was)?

    • Girl on the net says:

      Ah, I’ve never tried one of those (do they work? I suspect they don’t but I wish there *was* a way I could tone muscles without having to get off my arse), although I suspect the toys are probably a bit milder – you can at least adjust the voltage so you’re not just caning the muscles completely!

      It was a sort of party, but it was organised through a friend, and was quite a small thing. There are places you can sign up to find out about parties etc but I’d say the best thing is to get involved with a crowd of pervy people, then wangle invites to private parties etc. A few people have suggested things to me like Killing Kittens, but I can’t bear the smugness of their website and their assurances that ‘only attractive people are allowed’ – it’s a bit shitty so I’ve never tried it. It might be fun, though! Other than that, head to clubs (I met my first few ‘scene’ friends at a school-themed BDSM night) and then take it from there! That’s a bit of a shit tip, isn’t it? I’m crap at making friends.

  • Fiddy says:

    You should try getting rammed with one of those strap ons with an electric button at the head. That’ll make your cervix tingle.

    • Girl on the net says:

      Bloody hell – no thanks! I’ve never really seen my cervix as a particularly sexy thing. It is incredibly sensitive, and hurts in an abdominal, physical way when it gets fucked about with (smear tests, IUD procedures, etc). Although there’s something quite fun about having it pounded during a particularly hard/deep fuck, I doubt I’d get much from having it electrocuted =)

  • A.H says:

    Seriously – I was always really reticent about playing with it, but decided I needed to know what sensations came off all the bits of my electro kit before I used it on anyone. The stuff for external use was fine – not my ba, personall, but I can see lots of opportunities opportunities (and the pinwheel is fucking evil. Super fun.)
    Then… I Plugged in the dildo – and turned the dial up like I was playing What Time Is It Mr Wolf? With my vagina, terrified that the next notch up would somehow be a huge bang, and I’d end up as some a&e cautionary tale. Eventually I felt how it was meant to work, and went up from there. And… oh my Christ. It’s very different, and very hot. Like you’re being penetrated invisibly, I guess. Coming whilst it’s contracting everything in waves is pretty intense.

    Sooo… The dildo is staying in my personal collection, with the added bonus that you can use the actual machine and pads for tens style pain relief when you’ve overdone it at the gym.
    multitool!

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