Violet Wand

It’s a subtle reaction, just enough for me to know he’s feeling it too. The shock through his fingertips. The electric spark that matches the one on my skin. Taking some pain to inflict some.

His smile is as dark as his eyes. Intensely focussed. He’s been planning this for some time.

I’m stretched out beneath him, being a good girl and keeping my arms above my head. Giving him easy access to my naked skin. He takes his time, carefully choosing where to direct the jolt. He builds anticipation, watching and enjoying me flinch, steeling myself.

The machine is noisy, rattling to the side of me. It sounds like a tattoo gun and my body is expecting that associated needle sharp cutting pain but instead he inflicts small sharp painful electric shocks. Shocks that almost feel pleasurable for second before the pain kicks in.

Violet Wand

You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” he asks, directing his question to Little Star who is naturally coming out this evening. This is the first time Uncle Lien has embraced my ‘little’ persona, weaving it expertly into our conversation, into our experience with the Violet Wand.

You will be a good girl, or I’ll tell. I’ll tell everyone what a bad girl you’ve been.” His words boost my determination to brave the pain, to take it for him, to make him happy.

He gently walks his fingertips across my stomach, creating little sparks. Almost a tickling motion but with added zap at each connection. It’s bearable but relentless, making me squirm, unable to keep still or keep myself quiet. My breathing is heavy and my squeals increasing in volume.

He swaps to an attachment which puts all of the current directly onto my skin. He’s no longer acting as a conduit. The attachment glows purple, the machine ever louder. It wouldn’t look out of place in a lab being wielded by a frenzied scientist amongst tubes of bubbling coloured liquid. By contrast he is calm and calculated, fixing me with an intense stare and holding the wand steadily above my naked body.

Ready? Ready to be a good girl?”

I nod firmly to confirm and he gently whispers a soothing “shhhhh” as he connects again and I begin to whimper.

I try to keep breathing steadily, to take the pain, focus on the sensation, on how intense the pain is on contact. how it fulfils a craving.  I’m desperate for it to stop whilst it’s happening, time slows down as he strokes the wand across my skin, and yet I feel bereft of the sensation the second he moves away.

I give little foot stomps as I process the pain, much to his delight. I screw up my face and barely supress a moan, writhing on the floor beneath him.

He gives me an instruction “I want you to touch yourself, because you can take more when you do that, can’t you?” He’s speaking the truth, evidenced from the stomach whipping I’d endured only a few weeks previously. The more I distracted myself with a vibrator, the more I could take. A direct correlation between my arousal and my ability to suffer for his sadistic satisfaction.

I slide my hand down and between my legs to find I’m wet already. Masochistic tendencies combined with his words, tapping into the wrong-hot role play of Little Star being a very good girl for her uncle.

The uncle that is now watching intently as I stroke myself, sliding a finger inside in time with the wand making connection again on my skin.

Sit up, I want to see you” his request comes with no question. I will oblige.

I move myself to kneeling, parting my legs to give easier access to my eager fingers. He continues to run the wand across my skin, combined shocks feeling like burning, searing hot pain. He touches the wand to each of my nipples in turn and I try not to sob.

He eases up to let me orgasm, for my body to react to pleasure and pain combined, escalated by the exhibitionism of his unrelenting scrutiny. I drench my hand as I release.

In your mouth” he instructs, forcing me to take my sopping wet fist into my face, to lick myself clean as he enjoys a final assault on my shaking body.

He uses a vibrator as distraction, propping it between my open thighs. I’ve barely recovered from one orgasm before I’m catapulted into edging the next one so he can put the violet wand on me again. In my heightened state I can take more than before.

His enjoyment is clear, his eyes shining with delight at pushing me, enjoying my responses, a very happy boy playing with his toys.

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One Response to Violet Wand

  1. M says:

    sounds like you’ve been a very good girl for him xxx

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