The room was cold, dimly lit by a single hanging bulb that cast long, flickering shadows across the cement floor. The air carried the faint scent of leather, ozone, and anticipation.
He was already trembling, bound to the metal frame in the center of the room, arms stretched above his head, legs spread, body exposed and vulnerable. Wires snaked across his skin, small metal pads affixed to his thighs, his stomach, and lower. The most sensitive areas had been claimed by the electrodes, their presence a silent promise.
She stood in front of him, coiled in black, tight leather gloves, sharp heels clicking against the floor as she adjusted the control box in her hand.
“Do you remember your safeword?” she asked, her voice a soft, wicked purr.
He swallowed, nodding. “Yes, Mistress.”
She smirked. “You won’t need it.”
A single dial turned. A pulse of electricity snapped through his body, sharp, sudden, making his muscles jerk, his breath catch. His cock twitched in response, already betraying him. She saw. She always saw.
“So eager,” she murmured, circling him, one gloved hand trailing along his ribs. Another twist of the dial, and another jolt crackled through him, deeper this time, lingering, the sensation curling low in his belly, just shy of pain.
She pressed her body close, her breath hot against his ear.
“This is only the beginning.”
The next setting was stronger. His body arched, a ragged groan escaping his throat. The pulses teased and tormented, alternating between sharp spikes and low, rolling waves of sensation that left him panting, gasping, unable to escape the rhythm she dictated.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, teasing, stroking, not to bring pleasure, but to test his endurance. “Let’s see how long you last before you break.”
A sudden surge. His entire body convulsed, pleasure and pain colliding in a brutal, exquisite torment. His knees buckled, but the restraints held him firm.
She laughed, slow and cruel. “Oh, we’re not stopping yet.”
She turned the dial higher.
The pulses struck deep, setting every nerve on fire, making his cock throb, hard, desperate, completely at her mercy. She wrapped her hand around him again, just enough pressure to make him ache, but not enough to push him anywhere close to relief.
“Look at you,” she mused, her nails dragging lightly over the sensitive skin.
“Dripping, trembling, so fucking needy, and yet… you still have no control.”
She pressed a button. A new pattern. Sharp, staccato shocks ran directly through his shaft, fucking him with electricity, forcing his cock to twitch, his body shaking against the restraints.
“Oh, you like that?” She tightened her grip, pumping him slowly in time with the pulses. “I wonder… how long you can stand it before you beg?”
His breath came in ragged gasps, his body wracked with sensation, pleasure building, denied, twisted into something unbearable.
She leaned in, her lips just barely brushing his ear. “Tell me you want to come. Say it.”
His body screamed for it. His cock throbbed, aching, desperate, so fucking close.
“Please, Mistress…”
She smirked, tilting the dial one notch higher.
The shock surged through him, sharp, unrelenting, wringing a choked cry from his lips. Every muscle locked, his cock spasming helplessly in her grip.
“Ah, ah,” she tsked. “You didn’t ask properly.”
And then, the electricity stopped.
Silence. Cold air against his sweat-drenched skin. His cock twitched, still desperate, so fucking close.
Her grip tightened. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
His mind spun, dizzy with denial, pleasure curling tight in his belly, nowhere to go, trapped in the agony of unfinished need.
“Beg.”
He whimpered, his pride long since stripped away. “Please, Mistress. Please, I…”
Her nails scraped down his shaft, her voice a cruel whisper. “Not yet.”
Another jolt, not enough to hurt, just enough to tease, and he sobbed, his body betraying him, his cock leaking in frustration, completely hers to destroy.
She leaned back, watching him tremble, his body wracked with need.
“One last test. Let’s see if you can come just from this.”
She turned the dial to maximum.
Electricity surged through him, a brutal, relentless assault on his nerves, his cock, his entire being. It wasn’t just pain or pleasure anymore, it was both, fused together, unbearable, inescapable. His muscles seized, his back arched, his mind shattering beneath the sheer force of it.
And then…
He broke.
His body convulsed, his breath caught in a silent scream as release tore through him, his cock spilling over her fingers, untouched, utterly ruined by the unrelenting current.
The shocks faded. The tension in his limbs melted into exhaustion, his body left trembling, spent, completely wrecked.
She lifted her hand, coated in his release, smirking as she dragged one slick finger down his heaving chest.
“Now, wasn’t that worth waiting for?”
His head lolled forward, his voice a shattered whisper. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She chuckled, wiping her fingers against his thigh, pressing a final teasing kiss against his sweat-dampened temple.
“Oh, pet. We’re just getting started.”
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