She crawled nude onto the table nervously, stretching out prone with her back facing upwards.
Shadows hid the man’s face from her as he unpacked what looked to be a leather medical bag. He withdrew bundles of leather held together with a thong, a strand of Christmas decoration, and some bits of dangling jewelry, setting them to the side as if they were implements in a surgical procedure.
She shifted nervously on the table. His experiments always left her a little breathless. She was one of the few girls who’d lasted a while. Most of them didn’t like that he was married and had no intention of committing. Some didn’t like the things he did to them.
At that thought, she was distracted by his next movements. She saw him slowly don black leather gloves and remove a glass jar from the bottom of the bag. Something beautiful and mesmerizing crackled within and her eyes widened. She felt her nude body begin to flush and moisture began to increase where her thighs hid her cunt.
He placed goggles over his eyes and instructed her to do the same. She felt her fear return, battling with the rising lust.
He liked it when she was a little afraid.
He removed one of his gloves and picked up the bundle of leather. Holding the wraped portion, he let the loose strands fall gently across her back.
“How is that? Do you like the texture?”
She hummed a positive response. He always demanded a scientific level of communication during these “experiments.” He wanted to know exactly how she felt about everything. He even demanded a written report afterwards.
He let the leather fall across her buttocks, a little harder this time, and when she responded positively, he began rhythmically hitting her, as if tenderizing meat. She got wetter and wetter as he continued.
His sudden stop left her feeling a little bereft. She rolled her head to the side and watched him replace the glove. In her state of bliss, she felt less afraid of that jar.
Grabbing it by the lid, he touched the jar to her ass. She felt a jolt and nearly jumped off of the table.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastened. “We’re hardly done here. You know if you can’t handle it anymore what to say.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded. “I say almanac.”
She settled back in.
He touched the jar to her other ass cheek. She was less startled the second time and almost enjoyed the sharp buzz.
“Better?” He asked.
She nodded her affirmation. A leather glove siezed her by the base of her hair and lifted her head from the workbench. “Wench, I did not hear a response,” he growled in her ear.
She stammered an affirmative and clinically recited her physical response to the electricity, including her heightened arousal. There was more than one reason she’d lasted this long.
He nodded and released her. “Just so,” he said, taking a quick moment to jot down some notes.
He continued his light touches along her body with the her until she became comfortable. Stopping for a moment, he wound the tinsel from his line of tools around the bottom of the jar, attaching it by some method she couldn’t quite see.
He began at the buttocks again, lightly dragging the strands of tinsel across her.
She shot skyward, teeth clenched, as hot droplets of electricity caressed her quickly. “Pleasssse,” she hissed.
“What do you want, slut?” he responded. “This?” he asked, putting the jar on the insulated work bench and moving a hand to her spread legs.
Nudging her thighs apart with the rough leather of the glove, he ran a leather-clad finger down her wet slit.
“Oh, you are so ready for fucking, wench,” he observed. He glanced longingly at the bundled jewelry chains. “Perhaps those can wait until our next session,” he murmured.
Turning back to her, he doffed the gloves and unbuttoned his breeches, sinking hard cock suddenly into her wetness.
“Now scream for me,” he commanded.
“The electrical matter consists of particles extremely subtile, since it can permeate common matter, even the densest metals, with such ease and freedom as not to receive any perceptible resistance. If anyone should doubt whether the electrical matter passes through the substance of bodies, or only over along their surfaces, a shock from an electrified large glass jar, taken through his own body, will probably convince him. Electrical matter differs from common matter in this, that the parts of the latter mutually attract, those of the former mutually repel each other.” Benjamin Franklin
About the Author
Christmas bunny has been exploring kink since she was legal to do so. Her serious writing started in college, where she accidently got some of her papers published in educational journals. She has recently expanded her writing to include her kink journey. She began writing in the physical realm, but shed some of her inhibitions and began sharing those entries with others. She now keeps an active blog of her personal growth and her relationship with her Master / Daddy Dominant and writes helpful educational posts on a variety of subjects.
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