Violet Wands - WOW!

[Cricket Song]

Ah, see, you already have one of the best toys for the violet wand.

It's not fun forgetting and getting zapped yourself. I actually got a burn from a static shock

 

[DVS]

It's not fun forgetting and getting zapped yourself. I actually got a burn from a static shock

Well, this kind of thing isn't for everybody, but the static electricity you're talking about is pretty large, compared to what the wand produces.

The static shock you're talking about is full force, all at once...ZAP!, and the wand has an intensity dial on it so when it's set at the highest setting, it's as powerful as the static shock, or hardly a shock at all, when set at the lowest setting. See, it's adjustable to accomidate the amount you want or what you can handle.

And, when it's used by someone who knows what he's doing, it can be a very intersting experience. Just don't think of the wand as powerful as a static shock or you won't ever want to try it.

 

[Cricket Song]

Well, this kind of thing isn't for everybody, but the static electricity you're talking about is pretty large, compared to what the wand produces.

The static shock you're talking about is full force, all at once...ZAP!, and the wand has an intensity dial on it so when it's set at the highest setting, it's as powerful as the static shock, or hardly a shock at all, when set at the lowest setting. See, it's adjustable to accomidate the amount you want or what you can handle.

And, when it's used by someone who knows what he's doing, it can be a very intersting experience. Just don't think of the wand as powerful as a static shock or you won't ever want to try it.

Dial-a-shock... sound interesting. Kinda intriguing enough that I might want to try it on the lowest setting. Out of curiousity anyway.

Talking about high voltage and such has me reminiscing about the generator we built when we were kids. Maybe I'll rebuild the Ladder ....

 

[BeachGurl2]

Dial-a-shock... sound interesting. Kinda intriguing enough that I might want to try it on the lowest setting. Out of curiousity anyway.

Talking about high voltage and such has me reminiscing about the generator we built when we were kids. Maybe I'll rebuild the Ladder ....

Now that is scary . . .

 

[LadyAria]

Dial-a-shock... sound interesting. Kinda intriguing enough that I might want to try it on the lowest setting. Out of curiousity anyway.

Talking about high voltage and such has me reminiscing about the generator we built when we were kids. Maybe I'll rebuild the Ladder ....

Oh wow, that thing is beautiful!

 

[BeachGurl2]

Oh wow, that thing is beautiful!

Note to self: Lady A's vision of electroplay may be just a little bit more intense than mine.

 

[Cricket Song]

Now that is scary . . .

But very cool

 

[Cricket Song]

Oh wow, that thing is beautiful!

It's even more impressive in the dark

 

[Cricket Song]

Note to self: Lady A's vision of electroplay may be just a little bit more intense than mine.

Probably thinks "electric" is synonymous with "comfy" when someone mentions "chair"

 

[raven2]

Probably thinks "electric" is synonymous with "comfy" when someone mentions "chair"

"NOT THE COMFY CHAIR"

 

[Cricket Song]

"NOT THE COMFY CHAIR"

Weren't expecting that huh?

 

[raven2]

Weren't expecting that huh?

Never the "COMFY CHAIR"

 

[BeachGurl2]

Never the "COMFY CHAIR"

Did I say I was a masochist? Um, no, I misspoke. Really.
*backs out of room shaking head*

 

[Cricket Song]

Did I say I was a masochist? Um, no, I misspoke. Really.
*backs out of room shaking head*

Masochist

 

[Cricket Song]

Never the "COMFY CHAIR"

The "comfy chair" is nothing if not in the hands of experts. And I don't expect to see them about.

 

[DVS]

The "comfy chair" is nothing if not in the hands of experts. And I don't expect to see them about.

You don't, huh?


Incidentally, it's interesting that you bring up this idea of a chair...a comfy chair at that. It just so happens I make several of my toys and one happens to be a kind of electric chair. I call it my punishment chair. I won't go into detail here, but I think it might fit your description of "comfy".

Well, "comfy" is in the eyes of the submissive...or should I say in the ass of the submissive. Once you're secured in my chair, you are quite comfy...naked and gagged, all strapped in. And, except for the cold metal plates in the seat, you really have nothing to complain about, and I'd think that fits the description of "comfy". Well, that is until I press the button.

 

[Cricket Song]

You don't, huh?


Incidentally, it's interesting that you bring up this idea of a chair...a comfy chair at that. It just so happens I make several of my toys and one happens to be a kind of electric chair. I call it my punishment chair. I won't go into detail here, but I think it might fit your description of "comfy".

Well, "comfy" is in the eyes of the submissive...or should I say in the ass of the submissive. Once you're secured in my chair, you are quite comfy...naked and gagged, all strapped in. And, except for the cold metal plates in the seat, you really have nothing to complain about, and I'd think that fits the description of "comfy". Well, that is until I press the button.

I actually tried to build something like that using a model train transformer and a control circuit. I ended up shelving the idea after I smoked the control circuit and didn't have any money to build a new one.

 

[BeachGurl2]

Masochist

Masochist=one who enjoys pain

But not sure about that chair thingy.

 

[Cricket Song]

Masochist=one who enjoys pain

But not sure about that chair thingy.

What's to be unsure about? It's a comfy chair. Which of the chairs it is depends upon your definition of 'comfy'

 

[Baghdaddy]

Comfy?

One that securely holds you while I enjoy making you squirm with painful pleasure, of course!

 

[John Doe]

Oh, that's what they're called.

I've seen them used in a few videos. They look like fun.

 

[BeachGurl2]

Hmmm. I'm thinking if you want me in the chair, then you should demonstrate its capabilities first.

 

[DVS]

Spence turned to look at Angela with a squinting glint, staring at her from across the room. He walked toward her, as he started speaking. “You’re so sure Tallya doesn’t know anything, huh? Maybe you know somebody who does. Maybe you have some interesting secrets of your own hidden in your pretty little head. Anything you want to tell me that will save Tallya from her present situation?”

Angela cringed as he got closer. She didn’t know how stable he was, mentally. She also didn’t know how much he already knew. He might already know who she was and just playing a game with her. If that were the case, her ass would soon be in that chair. But, if he didn’t know, she had a chance. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You don’t know what I mean?” Pointing to Tallya, “What I mean is this. This is the process. This is how it’s done. If I think you know something, Tallya comes out of that chair, and you get a turn. More and more, I am wondering what your interests are in this. You seem concerned about Tallya, but have you forgotten your condition?”

Spence leaned down and stuck his index finger inside Angela’s panties. He ran his finger back and forth, tantalizingly. He slid is finger to the front, pulled the panties out as far as the fabric would go and then let go. The panties snapped back against Angela’s body. He almost whispers to her, but speaks loud enough for the room to hear. “Here you are, sitting in your cute little panties, hands cuffed behind your back.

You’re in a room full of strange men. Most of them looking at you like you’re fresh meat. It doesn’t look real good for you, does it? But you’re worried about Tallya. The whole time you’ve been here, you’ve been saying my Tallya doesn’t know anything.

It’s just coming to me. If you know Tallya doesn’t know anything, maybe you do.” He’s speaking louder now, as he turned back, walking to the center of the room. “Maybe we have the wrong victim in the chair, guys. Do you think so?” Laughter from the men filled the room, as everyone’s eyes were on Spence.

Turning back to Angela, he walked up to her, until they were face to face. “Maybe you want a chance in that chair. Are you a kinky kind of girl? Do you get a thrill from this kind of fun? Hmm?”

Angela kept silent. She watched Spence, in a wide-eyed horror. He was close to going over the edge. She could see it in his eyes. Anything she said now could be what sent him over.

“Well, do I have an answer?” Pointing to Angela’s head “Do you have anything in there that would interest me?” He stood there, face to face looking into Angela’s eyes. She could see the fire. She could see the rage. She could see a demonic personality looking back at her. It scared her to death.

Spence broke the stare and walked back to the center of the room. “Tallya, I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you have anything to tell me, anything at all?”

Tallya shook her head and quietly responded “No.”

OK, boys, I’ve got an idea.” Spence walked over to Craig and whispered something to him. Then, Spence seemed to leave the room.

“OK, guys, time for some fun,” Craig said with a smile. “Break out the stuff.”

Tallya and Angela watched in dismay at what was happening. A small box was set on the table beside the pretty Tallya. Out of the box Craig took a ball gag. When Tallya saw that, she shook her head and started to whimper.

Craig held the gag in front of her mouth. “Open wide, sweet Tallya. It won’t hurt a bit.”

Tallya pressed her lips together and shook her head. She wasn’t going to open her mouth for that bastard.

“Come on, Tallya. Don’t act like this. It ain’t gonna get you anywhere.”

Again, Tallya shook her head. Her lips were pale, because she had them pressed so tightly together.

“OK, Tallya. I can play that game, too.” He held the gag in one hand, and pressed Tallya’s nostrils together with his other hand. She fought him, but she soon gave in, because she had to breathe. When she gasped for a breath, Craig shoved the gag in her mouth and secured it behind her head. Tallya started to cry. She seemed to know what was about to happen.

Angela pleaded with Craig to stop what he was doing. She yelled for Spence to stop it, but she got no response. Soon, Tallya was helpless and silent, bound to that chair. She watched as Craig took the controls from Simons.

“OK, Tallya. The party starts, now.”

With that, he pressed the button, and Tallya’s body jerked up out of the chair. Only the strap around her waist kept her in place. Just as soon as he pressed the button, Craig released it. Tallya sat, whimpering, her eyes on Craig and that button.

Craig smiled and pressed the button again. He watched poor Tallya jerk again, and scream from behind the gag. Tears were running down her face, as this continued for the next few minutes. The bound Tallya was jerking about, helplessly trying to keep the chair’s stinging shock from her behind.

Unfortunately, Angela had a front row seat. But, her pleas to Craig were drowned out by the laughter of the men. By this time, they all had surrounded the chair, for a closer view of the fun. Each time Craig pressed the button, the men all cheered.

Angela could see the agony Tallya was in. Those men were entranced by her complete helplessness. She was naked and gagged and unable to cry out. And, she was bound to that awful chair. She tried yelling at them, but they were beyond that. All they could hear were Tallya’s pleas and whimpers, and her body jerking in reaction to the pain.

Just then, it stopped. Was that finally it? Was it over? Or was there more evil to come? Angela watched as Craig opened the small cigar box, again. He pulled out a small length of chain. It had an unusual looking clip on each end. Craig ogled Tallya’s breasts. He pinched the left nipple with is fingers. Then he pinched her right nipple. They both hardened from his touch. Angela watched in disbelief as Craig tightened each side of that chain to Tallya’s nipples. It was draped from one breast to the other, causing her even more agony, when it moved.

Craig tugged on the chain and Tallya whimpered. “See, Tallya? The fun is just beginning.” She watched through tear filled eyes as he pressed the button, again. The men all cheered as the chain shook with her jerking body. Tallya’s pain was increased with the weight of that chain. Again, Craig pressed that button, and Tallya’s poor ravaged body put on a show for the men.

Angela saw Craig reach into the cigar box again. It was some small metal thing, with a clip on the end. He clipped it to the center of the chain attached to Tallya’s breasts. Tallya screamed as its weight pulled on her clamped nipples. She cried when the men laughed at her pain. Then, Craig pressed that button again, and the jerking of her body caused that chain to swing and bounce against her chest. Angela could see Tallya was near collapsing. But, Craig continued and the men laughed even more.

Angela heard someone behind her. She turned her head to see it was Spence. He was standing behind the bench she sat on. He leaned against the back and smirked, as his plan seemed to continue. “Are you enjoying the show?”

“No, I’m not. I can’t believe you are allowing this to happen to Tallya. What kind of evil man are you?”

“I’ve told you this is a process. You yourself said absolute power is corrupt. When you are in a position of power, you have certain obligations. These obligations at times may call for extreme measures. This is one of those times. Certain information can not be allowed to get out, if I am to continue with my objective. It’s as simple as that. Call it corrupt if you must. I call it necessary.”

 

[DVS]

Damn...did I kill the thread? Was Kenny near by?

 

[leeroy jenkins]

Dvs what is this chair that beachgurl is asking about a torture chair or something??