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"I'll take my punishment, but can we do it later?" I ask.
"If you want it to be twice as long and twice as painful."
Normally I'm the rip-the-bandage-off-as-fast-as-possible kind of person, but that cattle prod intimidates me. I know I should want to get this punishment over sooner rather than later, but I need more prep.
He starts advancing toward me, so I quickly say, "I'll make it up to you. And your friend, too. I'll be a really good cum bucket."
"Of course you will. That's a given, with or without the punishment."
I don't like the sound of that. I assume he's saying that to play out this sexual fantasy we started, but it also sounds like he means it.
"I would be a very sorry Dom if I didn't follow through with your punishment," he tells me as he reaches the bed. Only its length separates us now.
I eye the cattle prod. "How badly does that thing hurt?"
He powers it up for a few seconds. It makes an ominous crackling sound. "It's worse than the zapper."
"You know from experience?"
He sets the cattle prod on the bed and walks toward me. "A responsible Dom always tests his equipment on himself."
"On a scale of one to ten, if the zapper is a five, what is the cattle prod?"
"For me it was an eight or nine."
Not the answer I wanted to hear. When he reaches for my wrists, I bolt. But for a man his size and strength, he's surprisingly fast and grabs me. I slip and fall to my knees. Grabbing my hair, he throws me against the headboard, harsh enough for the metal frame to bruise me. He cuffs my wrists to the bed. I have no choice but to submit. Getting the cattle prod, he powers it up. As it nears me, I whimper and attempt to crawl away from it. He touches it to my leg, and I shriek.
"That was a ten!" I cry.
"If you take your punishment like a good girl, maybe I'll let you come again."
Maybe?! I suppose it's better than sucking up the punishment without any possibility of a reward. And I have the feeling I'm getting punished no matter what. I do my best to stay still, but when the prod touches me again, my body wants to run as far away as possible.
"I'm sorry," I gasp between sobs of breath. "I can't do it. Not – not without help."
Squatting down, he grabs my ankle to hold my leg still while he runs the cattle prod along my thigh. I scream as the pain sears deep into my muscle. That was a fucking eleven or twelve! I want to cry.
Jack stands up and points the prod at my breast.
"Please, please, please," I babble as I strain away from the crackling ends.
The prod nears my nipple. Fear fills every inch of my body.
"I thought you wanted to be a good sub," he says. "You boasted you could be the best sub I've ever had."
It's hard for me to imagine anyone taking the cattle prod well, but thinking there might be a woman braver than me makes me jealous. I do want to be the best he's ever had.
Steeling my nerves and closing my eyes, I whisper, "Do it."
I wait for the electricity to stab me, but nothing happens. I open my eyes.
He withdraws the cattle prod. "We’re going to try a different toy."
I've never felt so relieved in my life, though I don't know if this other toy is any better. But I am encouraged when he returns with a vibrator. He also has what looks like a large steel bullet plug with a circular base attached by a wire to an EMS device.
"Spread your legs," he directs.
I do as he commands. "I'm scared."
