His Electric Touch
Sir entered the room quietly. She heard his footsteps as he walked to the far corner of the room. She silently questioned what he was doing until he volunteered the answer. “I do not care to have our private affairs recorded.” So he was blinding the camera. It made the encounter seem much more personal, but also a little dangerous.
The distinct sound of his dress shoes as he approached made the butterflies in her stomach swarm. “Are you ready to begin, téa?”
Brie nodded slightly, so she did not displace the petals.
She heard him pick up something from the table and then buzzing filled the room.
The violet wand…
Brie wobbled on the beam as he drew near her. “We begin on the lowest setting.” She felt the contact of the smooth glass as the sound of static filled the air and tiny electrical bursts tickled her stomach.
She giggled into her gag, loving the feel of it. Sir moved it over her body, letting every area of her skin feel the stimulating effects of the device from her shoulders to her toes.
No wonder Lea likes it so much!
He disengaged for a moment and she heard the frequency of the wand increase. She whimpered, inadvertently jumping when it sparked against her skin. She had to quickly right herself or risk falling off as Sir glided it under the crease of her breasts before lightly touching the tips of her nipples. The current was still light enough to be tingling and she moaned into her gag, a gush of wetness flowing between her legs.
Sir slowly lifted her right leg and brushed the sole of her foot. Her pussy contracted in pleasure. With careful precision he lifted her other leg, holding her so that she did not fall as he caressed the sole of her left foot with the wand. She squealed into the gag when he slowly moved up her leg towards her mound. He brushed it lightly, a feeling of fizzy bubbles lingering after the pass.
Then he gently put her legs back down and let her regain her balance before he let go and turned off the wand. A few seconds later it was on again, the frequency of the wand much louder.
“Now this is where your concentration will come into play. The intention is not an exercise of endurance; it is about embracing a new stimulation. When it becomes unpleasant, I want you to let go of the pole.”
Brie swallowed hard. So far it had been refreshingly ticklish. Nothing like the electric shocks she had been expecting. Now she was about to feel the bite of the device. The buzz itself was intimidating, but knowing that Sir had turned up the intensity had her quaking on the beam even before contact.
He had attached a different apparatus; it was not a smooth surface, but felt more like a pointed tip. It concentrated the electricity considerably. He ran it down the length of her torso. Brie really did jump this time and had to tighten her grip on the pole to steady herself. It made the hair on her skin stand, but the sensation reminded her more of a nail being dragged across her skin rather than the intense stinging she’d expected.
“Would you like to try another pass?” he asked with a lustful growl.
There was something incredibly sexy in the exchange of pleasure and pain with her Master. She nodded and the stinging burn traveled down the other side of her torso. Sir’s fingers found their way between her legs and he groaned. “Your pussy speaks clearly.” He played with her slippery clit, rubbing it sensuously.
Sir slipped his finger inside Brie and stroked her G-spot several times, teasing her before pulling out and slowly dragging the wand over her pelvis. She whimpered in pleasure. “Open your legs,” he commanded.
With trepidation she placed the soles of her feet together and pulled her legs up carefully so that she did not lose her balance. Sir turned off the wand and replaced it with yet another apparatus, turning up the intensity even higher. She yelped as multiple tails from a metal flogger caressed her skin with little bites of electricity. Sir dragged it up her right thigh. The closer he got to her sex, the more her body contracted in fear and pleasure. He lifted the toy before he made contact with her mound and started with the left thigh. It took everything in Brie not to wiggle and twist. The idea of that metal flogger touching her clit had her squirming inside, but she lay still, taking deep breaths as it inched towards her pussy.
Just before it electrified her clit, he pulled it away, leaving her gasping into her gag. The violet wand went silent. She wondered what he planned next and was surprised when he said softly, “Lift your head an inch, but do not dislodge the petals.”
She carefully lifted her head and he untied the gag. Brie put her head back down and lay there, trying to keep her breath calm as her pussy pulsated of its own accord.
The crackling noise of the violet wand started up again at a lower frequency. Sir leaned over her and she felt his warm breath on her lips. “I am electrified, my dear.” She gasped in surprise as his mouth brushed against hers, making her lips tingle with electricity. His kiss was quick but he returned again, locking his lips with hers and causing her lips to burn with current. She whimpered when he pulled away. Sir leaned in for a third time. His energized tongue darted into her mouth and she cried out in surprised pleasure.
He broke the kiss and she felt his hands begin caressing her skin as they moved over her chest. Sir pinched her sensitive nipples, the electricity giving an extra bite.
“Oh, Master…” she purred. She squirmed under his touch and nearly fell off the beam because she refused to let go of the pole. Luckily Sir righted her, his laughter warm and deep.
His tingling fingers spread her thighs and then lightly caressed her mound. She cried out, overcome by the sensation of his electrified touch. Then he did the unthinkable… she felt his hot breath just before he licked her clit.
She froze.
Sir licked the length of her pussy the second time, his tongue burning with the current. She shook her head violently, the rose petals falling to the floor, but she refused to let go. She looked down and whimpered, swearing she could see sparks jump from his tongue. “Oh God, Sir, oh my God!”
He lifted his mouth from her pussy. “Your Master commands your orgasm.”
Brie closed her eyes and willingly gave into the sensations his electrified tongue created. He pressed his tingling hands against her, holding her still as the fire built up inside her, his fluttering tongue shooting current with every pass. Brie screamed wildly when the orgasm finally crested and she came against his sparking tongue.
She was grateful for his support, still trembling even after the orgasm ended. Sir wiped his mouth with a smirk. “Electricity feels odd on the tongue, but is certainly worth the effect.” He turned off the device and placed it on the table before undressing. His rigid cock left no doubt that the encounter had been equally arousing for him.
Sir picked up Brie in his arms and carried her over to the mirror, lifting her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso as he impaled her with his manhood. Her passionate screams continued when Sir powered his shaft into her. Brie slid up and down the glass as he fucked her against the mirrored wall, his labored breathing totally turning her on.
“I love being fucked by you, Master!”
He growled, clutching her thighs as he plowed in deeper. Sir let her have the full effect of his uninhibited passion. His fingers dug into her flesh as he bruised her with his powerful thrusts. All of it was welcomed, all of it wanted.
Master roared when he came. It was deliciously violent, taking her breath away in its ferocity. Sir buried his head in her neck afterwards, panting as he regained his composure. He slowly disengaged and lowered her to the floor. Sir kissed her on the lips. “My slut, my goddess.”
He walked her over to a lounge chair in the corner and sat down. Brie crawled in his lap and curled up in his arms. They sat there for a long time in silence.
She smiled to herself, overcome with a feeling of intense love. “My Master, my Sir.”
He chuckled. “I remember when you had the arrogance to call me that the second night of class.”
She looked up and stated with conviction, “I think my spirit knew you, even before I understood.”
He looked at her solemnly. “Yes, téa. I would agree.”
She nestled up against him, loving the warmth of his embrace. “Thank you for finding me, Sir.”
“Do you believe in fate?” he asked.
“No. I’ve always believed I make my own life what it is, Sir.”
“I am undecided, myself,” he answered, crushing her against his chest before letting her go. “Dress and clean the mirror with the spray you’ll find in the cabinet.”
She walked over to her clothes and dressed quickly, watching Sir meticulously clean the instruments as well as the beam.
They left the Center only after the room was returned to its original state. Several people greeted Sir as the two walked out, obviously pleased to see the ex-headmaster. It hurt Brie’s heart. He belongs here.
On the way home, Sir asked, “What was the lesson for tonight?”
“I’m undecided, Sir. I learned tonight that pain can act as an aphrodisiac when applied by you. At the same time, being forced to balance on the beam helped me to control my reactions. Being in control like that improved my ability to govern my mental response.”
He reached over and stroked her cheek tenderly. “Those are fine answers, téa.”