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The Belt of Obeissance - Part 2
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The BELT OF OBEISSANCE part TWO
story by Donatien ([email protected] until June 30 1994)
There are two parts of this ?story?: the first one is a embellished
description of a real object that is around a real person I would enjoy
mail of anybody with interest for the use of electricity in SM plays.
The second part of this story is a VERY romanized version of my quest for
this perverse device. I will continue it later if there is some interest.
I hope you will enjoy this lecture and find there some new idea....
Please excuse the orthographic errors, I am French and my English is
shacky.
Le Divin Marquis (...et mourir de plaisir)
ORDERS & PUNISHMENT: a Quest for the right dosis:
To find the correct current was a long, difficult process, thanks to an
intelligent, sometimes TO courageous slave we were able to calibrate the
belt without friying its content.
The human body respond very complicately to electric discharges. Depending
of the skin humidity, the location and a few other things a discharge with
same nominal voltage and frequency can be barely perceived or cause
tremendous pain. I also believe that it also depends of the slave. For this
reason, I will not give any numeric data. Let me just say that all the
current we used was drawn from radio batteries (expensive during the test
phase but the safest).
Through proper greasing of the skin and the electrode, we limited the
variation in skin conductivity. A little frequency (under 15Hz) also helped
to make the results coherent.
First, I built a test-bed or more exactly test-chair out of an old
executive leather chair who would become our companion for many nights and
week-ends. Annette, my lovely slave would put her spreaded legs over the
arm of the chairs. The feet tied to the chair?s feet on one side, her
waist tied to the back of the seat one the other create the necessary
tension to have her sex readily presented. Needless to say, it was shaved
from the beginning. Annette?s hand were always kept free since she applied
the Mont of Venus electrode (Mass) to herself. On this way, I ensured that
she would not get to much. When we reached higher pain levels, we
installed a cut switch over her head so she could grip the chair?s top
while arching under the discharges and still be in control.
The first series of tests were actually rather boring: I would fix the
electrodes, put the controls to the wanted level, Annette would give a nod
and ZIP! the discharge came. Most of them were to weak to have externally
noticeable effects. So Annette had to give me her impression. Some
discharges were titling, other picking etc.. After one hour, Annette would
usually loose her concentration. To restore it, I gave her a bath with
relaxing scents before massaging her gently. After three to four series
however we would stop and do the debriefing.
The debriefing is a ceremony of its own with three parts: fact analysis,
brainstorming and recompense. I keep my slave tied to her test chair, her
sex open to all looks and manipulations. Together we discusse the effect of
the different discharges, the form and locations of the electrodes. I often
paint on her my ideas with my marker or write calculations on her tigths.
Annette has her best ideas when strongly aroused. So we masturbate her
?high?, myself carressing her upper body, esp. her tender breast, while she
would touch her sex herself. Short before her orgasm, I tie away her hands,
letting her in the strongest possible state of excitment. Sometimes she
fools me and orgasms before I can stop her. As punishment, I just tie her
hands up and continue to carress her all over the body. Her breast and sex
are so sensitive that pleasure soon transform in pain and after just a
minute she begs pardon, promise to never do it again etc..
In the normal case, she remains tense as a Stradivarius violon?s cord while
we think of new devices, rules or experiences. We have to review our new
ideas later <out of scene, her clothed and without Belt>, since the state
of Annette let her agree to <everything> our mad brains invent during these
sessions.
The recompense/punishment moment occurs with Annette still tied on the
chair, her arms tied back to put her upper body in hyperextension and to
properly present her breast.
The breast of Annette are relatively big for her size, extremly soft and
curiously not firm at all. The nipples also are oversized and extremly
sensitive. When she is in hyperextension, Annette presents her breast like
two half of little melons, the skin is very pale and the blue net of veins
is visible. I hit them with the kind of wipe used to kill flies for every
cigaret smoked and every impertinence; both being her usual sins. Given the
enthusiam of Annette during our researches, I was seldom in mood of hitting
her, actually, I sometimes forgot my rule of giving her pain for each
cigaret smoked. Anyhow, that did not either stop her envy of smoking.
The recompense part also heavily involves her breast at the beginning, but
for gentle touch and kisses; soon I liberate her feet and waist, her body
arch to ease my penetration, I massage her breast and finally closely
orbite my finger around her clitoris to bring her to climax (after mine).
If I am REALLY discontent of her, there is no orbiting and no climax for
Annette.
All this sport requires some rest and food: the hands of Annette remains
tied while I tie again her feet together and carry her first in the
bathroom and then in the bedroom. My slave <love> being transported. I find
that rather surprising when I think of the miles she would walk on her own
feet for shopping. Her bedside figure two ropes, one longer at the top for
the hands which are kept together and a shorter at the bed's end for <one>
foot. Bind, Annette can read, reach for the lamp or a glass water but
cannot reach under her own belly... I go then to the kitchen to prepare the
most important part of my life (with or without slave): My dinner!
Soon, my dear slave and myself noticed that her arousal could change
tremendously her receptivity esp. around her clitoris and interestingly
also around her anus. This learnings almost stopped us in our researches
for good.
My tender slave is absolutely against sodomy - at least in her own case -
what I perfectly respect. She was really afraid that our further
experimentation would increase her anal sensibility up to a point that she
would <desire> being sodomized. We solved this problem by having mainly
stronger discharges over the anal ring, always combined with a negative
meaning (hurry up or punishment) and changing our covenant to exclude
sodomy even if she expressed a desire or will for it.
The increase of receptivity was a more difficult nut to crack. My first
opinion was to limit the strength of the discharges to what she could
support in ?aroused? state. But in the normal state she barely felt the
punishments dosis as such. We decided to have two sets of
orders/punishments for each situation. When she feels that she is in mood,
Annette MUST indicate it by crossing her fingers in a two V (=W for wet) or
prononce ?Please, Monsieur, consider my wetness?. I usually check with one
hand her sex, not so much to confirm her say, since her nipples always
shows clearly her mood, but to humiliate her.
I became aware of a dangerous evolution, as we went slowly to higher single
discharges. We were still far away from designing each order and
punishment, exploring the limits of Annette and letting her define the
diverse feelings and possible use. We had already explored the vaste field
of lower discharges and identified the ones that we would use to
communicate orders. It was time to check Annette's limits. This serie of
test was the second heavy duty one. It would show how long could Annette
resist to higher frequencies, strong intensity discharges on her big lips.
The voltage and intensity had be defined during the first heavy duty and I
was impressed by the power Annette could accept. Actually, she seemed to be
only limited by our electrecity supply. I planned to augment the duration
of the discharges two seconds stepwise and check with Annette how much she
could (or wanted to) support.
Annette took away her bra and pant to clothe with a red open silk shirt,
that put in value more than conceal her breast. After that she stood still
a moment, took a breath, closed her eyes and widened her legs. I packed her
sex firmly. She doesn't sit on the chair, she is fixed to a test-bench. I
pushed her pelvis deep in the chair before tightening the waist belt. Then
she let me put her legs over the arms of the chair, fix her feet knees and
tights to the chair and pull tension on all ropes. From her waist down,
Annette was know glued to the armchair, black cold leather against white
warm skin. During the whole process Annette did not have a word nor a move.
I told her "You are fixed Annette" and she awoke back to life. "Merci,
Monsieur", she said while shaking the construct and happily finding out
that her belly was firmly hold. We installed the different electrodes
together, First greasing the skin in contact, then applying the electrode
and finally connecting them . I usually let her do this job and admirea
paradoxal spectacle: her body from the waist down is hold like in the claw
of a work-bench, fully immobile. All her life is in her upper body, while
Annette bends over her exposed belly, contorsioning and fighting with her
own breast which take her some visibility. She handles her own sex as if it
were some strange dead animal on a dissection table, with dexterity and
cold professionallism and no peronal interest. During her work, she speaks
about everything with excitation and joy, bubbling like a champaign
bottle.
Finally, Annette took away some hair that had fallen on her sex, examinated
critically her work and looked a me up, her eyes sparkling with proud and
excitement. She annonced with defiance:"I am ready Herr Doktor". "Almost,
furless genua pig " did I say while practicing the two preparatory
insertions.
First, I pushed the wet-watcher deep in her vagina. The wet-watcher is an
three inch long one inch thick cigare-like electrical device we use to
measure the conductablility of Annette's vagina skin. It gives an imprecise
hint about her arousal that is shown on the control box. Since she had not
already lubricated, it caused some pain and let her outch. Typically, her
sex did not move. The other insertion was of a more mondane kind. Annette
cannot stay more than one hour from the next bathroom. To avoid hassle, I
connected her with a urinal tube. It is a slow, painful, procedure if you
want to keep your slave from irritation or even infections. Again, her
lower body stayed motionless, while only internal contraction proved its
life.
During the experiences, I am ?Herr Doktor? and Annette is the "furless
guinea pig". She stole the white coat of her chief MD, an Austrian who have
the kind of teutonic management style that was trendy fifty years ago in
the Reich, and asked me to wear it while we would experiment. The Doktor is
a Half-God-in-White for her, extremly demanding but a real ace in his
specialty. He has taken Annette under is fatherly wing and care for her
career while harassing male students with work and night shifts. Her
department is as chaste as an Abbey and that, for me, is perfect.
Annette just <hates> being called "furless guinea pig". I explained to her
"you are indeed <furless>. I don't know about your relation to guinea, but,
given the way you eat, its logical to call you a p..". I did not finish my
sentence because Annette, who was kneeling in front of me, had planted her
nails in my legs. Annette is a petite female, with a lovely feminine shape
and no gram fat on her. But she has to care and tends to eat more than good
for her shape.
Let me finish this intermezzo with a physical description of Annette:
Dark-haired but very fair skinned, Annette stays on two little, adorable
feet. Her ankles have something aristocratic. Her legs, relatively long for
her overall length bloom in a wunderful bottom. The front side display a
fleshy sex, with delicately chiseled lips. Her upper body is short and the
shoulders are strong for a women her size. Annette needs these shoulders to
carry her heavy soft breast. A few years ago, Annette had a more
restricted top, but she tried to expand it with hormons, to see how silicon
implants may change her carriage. She heavily reacted to the drug and her
skin distended itself to much to allow any return to normality. Annette's
body is designed to contain the maximum of feminity in a minimum of length.
Its flexibility and endurance make her the perfect sexual partner. Who
faces Annette first sees the sparkles in her eyes, her mouth, little and
delicate express mockery and sensuality. She looks at best when slowly
eating cherries and fixing you with malice. She can also look serious, and
exhales then nobility. Think of a nymphomaniac princess and you may have
Annette for your eyes.
Know lets go back to science and progress.
I took a few step back to admire the view: Annette is on her test bench,
the silk shirt showing her large white breast that moves slowly up and
down. Annettes now looks anxiously to her defenseless sex. Her big lips are
hold apart by copper claws. Two little clips pull on her little lips. Her
vagina is half open, a few electrical wires disappear in her body. Her
clitoris, widened by the urinal tube is pinched by another electrode. All
electrical wires join in a little box in front of her sex. In the twillight
of our lab, It looks like some mechanic lobster holding her sex open to
bite in her most tender flesh.
Annette's eyes know follow the cables from her body to the control box on
the table. the size of a Tower PC, black and sinister, it faces the
bench-chair. The lower part of the panel shows all switches, buttons and
controls to adress each electrode. Analog reads-out display intensity,
frequency, voltage and duration of the discharge. In addition, there is a
calibration panel that let me test the electric resistance of Annette's
body for each contact zone. The higher part of the panel is dedicated to
the actual discharge and to Annette's response. On the left does a
green-yellow-red LED line show the magnitude of her heartbeats. Next panel
is the heart-rate display, with big red LED numbers like on an alarm
clock. Further left is the Wet-watchers, who shows percentages of max.
possible lubrication in Annette's vagina. To be honest, I installed these
displays only for the show. There numbers are not really reliable and a
short circuit is alway possible. I only rely on the furless guinea pig's
feed-back but hope to find more about her body with time. Annette also
loved being probed that way. The right side of the panel repeats the
settings of the discharge to be sent on four large displays and has little
count-down. It features also the black start button and the big red
shut-down switch.
Annette is fascinated by this machine. It exposes her most intimate body
reactions accurately (she believes), and has direct control on her sex. The
numbers and lights translate in strange feelings, in pain that become
pleasure. The machine has a tight grip on her body but maybe an even
tighter one on her soul. I switch the control box on; its comes to life,
humming a soft bass. the heartbeats lights goes up and down, I switch the
speaker on: the PomPom..PomPom of Annete's heart as heard by the mike fills
the room. I check correlation with the displays: OK, no discrepance:
speaker out. Wet-watcher at 10%: that's a bit low. I check with my finger.
indeed, Annette is very dry. "furless guinea pig; massage your breast!".
Absent-minded, she does as ordered. Her gaze to the red light on the black
box is intriguing. The wet-watcher shows no progress.
I stay up, between her and the box, take her hairs and force Annette to
look in my eyes. I repeat slowly "furless genua pig, massage your
<Breast>!!!". She seens to wake up and reply "Yes.. Yes! Herr Doktor!". In
between, I have put my hands on her thorax and press the rips very slowly,
with a lot of force, pushing the air out of her lungs. With the tight waist
belt compressing her belly, she cannot inspire. Still holding her breast
her hands are just above mine but she doesn't attempt to free herself. She
looks at me with defiance; tries to inspire despite my hands: no success. I
focuse all my strength on her chest. Defiance leaves her soon; her eyes
widens. Slowly, she decontract her chest muscles and stop opposing my
force. She is now defenseless and I could crush her chest. I approach my
face toward her and whisper " ein BISSchen KonZentraTION, biTTe!", "Yes...
sure... immediatly Herr Doktor!" does she reply and start to giggle as if
she wanted to stand up and bring me some medical instrument. During the
whole thing, she had kept her hands over her nipples and know start to pet
them gently, while starring at me. I come back to the displays: wetness
starts to rise. German is really a great language to get obeyed!
I now check the different chanel by sending a long weak discharges. the
furless guinea pig must aknowedge while I check her body's conductivity:
"FGP, stop the massage I check your contact!"
"Yes Herr Doktor" does she answer with audible tension.
I send the control discharge to each electrode and she answer slowly to
each electric probe:
"Right little lip of the furless guinea pig, Herr Doktor"
"Left little lip of the furless guinea pig, Herr Doktor"
etc... the litany goes on while I check my readings: Everything normal
I look at Annette who know bend over her belly. She holds her breast out of
her sight and observe her sex as if she could see the current. Now I send
the clitoris discharge. Annette has a little hop. Her arousal rate is
indeed now by 30%. Calmy, she states:
"clitoris of the furless guinea pig, Herr Doktor".
During the tests, Annette never speak of her sex as belonging to her. All
feelings, pains and esp. pleasures occurs to the immobilized animal bellow
her. An animal that will be heavily tried now. I gives Annette her drinking
tube and open for myself a bottle of wine: Chateau Marquis de Sade 1981, a
nice Bordeaux with a label of my invention. I appreciate a slip before
going back to work. A little yellow lamp blinks: it tells me that Annette
just used her so hated urinal tube while I looked away. She stare at the
lamp which is new to her: the machine knows <that> too!?
No we are going now for serious. Annettes put her hands in short loops over
her head. This ensure that she will not ripe the electrodes away in a
moment of abandon. Her fingers are so next to her emergency shut-down
switch. I put a rubber bar in her mouth to protect her teeth and tongue.
She can still speak but not easily. I set the first discharge to 25% of
last test's maximum, its aimed at her big lips and will last only one
second. I push the <engage> button and fire so the first real discharge.
The count-down runs 5-4-3-2-1-ZAP! Annette jumps under the shock. I check
my reading: the wet-watcher says 35%, heart is a bit faster. I command
Annette to report. She looks to her sex and declare "the furless guinea pig
got a pain in its big lips, quite supportable, Herr Doktor".
" I will check something else, OK to send the same discharge in the little
lips?"
"Furless guinea pig is ready, Herr Doktor".Annette holds her loops tighter
while I set the new discharge. Engage, 5-4-3-2-1-ZAP!. Annette jumps
heavier this time. It is the first time that we apply such a strong
discharge to her little lips and I am curious of her reaction:
"Report"
"the furless guinea pig got a strong pain in its little lips. It was.." she
takes her breath " it was different of all past tests, as if a knife had
cut them. It still feels... disagreable, Herr Doktor".
I help her hands out of their loops, she bend over her sex and touch
prudently her exposed little lips, as to ensure that there are still there.
Sweat start to cover her breast that now move faster. A glance at the
monitor tells me that her heart rate is higher and she now attains 50%
vaginal lubrification.
"FGP, can you handle the same on your clitoris"
Annette thinks a second: "the furless guinea pig can support it, Herr
Doktor".
I switch the strong discharge to her most sensitive organ and engage.
Annette fixes the count-down, breathing short. Annette's body seens to
explode under the shock and she moans a moment after it.
I order her to report while freeing her hands, she looks alternatively at
her clitoris and at the control box. Annettes first tend a finger toward
the martyrized organ but stops short of touching it. Finally she turns to
me wild, tearful, eyes: "the furless guinea pig got a pain in its..
clitoris" she touch her little pink flesh "ouch! it is still painfull; it
was.. incredible I like... I mean the furless guinea pig likes it!"
I think about it while looking at her. Her breast is wet with sweat and
moves fast; her nipples are firm and the . Annettes stares at the control
box with a strange glaze in her eyes. She has already put the rubber bar in
her mouth and her hands back in their loops. A glance at the display
reveals me her strong arousal (70%), heart-rate is OK. I pour a new glass
of wine and think about it. To continue with the planned programm is surer
and I aim the discharge back to her big lips. I set it to 75% of the
maximum dose. Annette is hypnotized by the box and spring as the discharge
reach her lips. She looks surprized and I realize that she awaited another
hit on her clit.
"Report!"
Annette speaks calmly "the box surprised the furless guinua pig, the
discharge burned and took its lips apart , biting its flesh, Herr Doktor,
but we can continue".
The way Annette looks to the control box is new . Here glance is now a mix
of respect and defy.
I check the settings: wet-watcher report constant vaginal lubrication;
Heart OK. I set the discharge to 100% of last test maximum. From now on, I
just augment its duration, as long as Annette can support it (or is willing
to support).
Like during last test, Annette is almost taken apart by the shock. Her
upper, lively body want to escape the lower, immobile part. For the first
time she also let a short scream pass her lips.
"Report!"
"The furless guinea pig is in pain, but it can continue, Herr Doktor", did
she say almost defiantly.
I augment the duration to 2 seconds and fire. Annette's upper body arches
under the impact. Annette had a strange low scream during the discharge.
Her silk shirt now stick to her body and she is breathing hart. I come to
her with a sponge and give her some drink while refreshing her face. After
a few minutes, she is calm enougth to report:
?The discharge first burned the lips, then the heat moved deeper in my
belly. It?s new, it?s farther than anything you did to me before! Please
continue, Herr Doctor!?
I have now some real doubt about the whole exercise. Annette may love being
controlled, hold and humiliated, but she does not really enjoy the pain for
the pain?s sake. Actually,
a physical punition has always strong effects on her, putting her back in
obediance for some time; but her sexual arousal comes more from feelling
like a toy or a pet in my hands.
I check the data: wet-watchers states only an arousal of only 50%, heart
rate is fast but still OK. I look back to Annette, who is still staring at
the control box. I decide to stick to the schedule and put the discharge to
4 seconds. I push the contact and look at Annette while the coundown goes
in my back.
Her eyes are fixed on the little red lights, anticipating the choc, her
breast moves accelerate. the discharge hit her body, that jump as packed by
an extern brute force. Four seconds is a long time. A very long time while
her body arche to an incredible angle. Her breasts seens to have developed
an own life. Annette let a long deep scream go. And falls together, like a
underpressured pupett. I jump to her and hold her head, finally, she open
her eyes and smiles strangely to me:
?Please continue, Herr Doktor?
This last discharge really scared me. Now I quickly oscillate between fear
and panic with a detour over guilt.
I have the bad feeling that Annette is trying to win over the machine, or
maybe she want the machine to win over her "furless guinea pig". In any
cases, this is bad for her health and for our relation. The energy supply
of the control box is limited, but sufficient to change in well done meat
the concerned part of her body. I am responsible of her and have to think a
way out of this mess. Sure just saying ?time-out? would stop everything,
but it would also destroy our common adventure. It would also open the door
to many bad temptations for Annette.
Think old sport! think! I take a slip of my glass and suddenly, I have the
idea! Very French but surely effective. Annette ist still trying to get her
breath while I connect a wall outlet to our control box. I prolonge the
deadly cables to two nails on a little wood plank. I go to the kitchen,
and cut a thin stripe out of the pork steak, I bought for our dinner. In
the bathroom, I find Annete hairbrush and put some hair around the meat.
Annette is surprised as a fix the meat on the plank and I put the whole in
front of her sex. Her surprise even augments when I tighten the loops
around her hands. She cannot look at her pussy anymore and her eyes reflect
angst when I start to speak: ?Furless guinea pig, I have the impression
that you are making a competition out of this and I do not like it! Do you
want to see who is the stronger: you or the control box? We will find this
soon out!?
Annette is puzzled: ?I don?t know Herr Doktor, the pain is almost
imbearable, but something push me to go ahead. Yes, I think I want to find
this out. What is the plank for?? I respond evasively: ?This will just
augment the effect of the discharges. Now these are the rules for the next
test. I put maximum current on your clit and little lips, no time limit.
Just push your emergency switch, when you are tired of it. If the batteries
get low before, you won. Just avoid getting your sex cooked?
Annette has visibly difficulties to apprehend the situation. My last
sentence seens to have puzzled her for good.
I switch the current on for the meat-on-wood device. 120 Volt run througth
the thin piece of meat, heating it. Soon, it will starts to smell like
burning human flesh. the hairs will give just the right scent to this
olfactive scam. Everything is now a question of timing: My big French nose
is an extremly effective detection instrument. I will notice the smell
before Annette will and start then the discharge. Annette?s mind is still
struggling while I adjust the discharge: it will be only 25% of the
maximum but this will be enougth when aimed at her little lips and clit. My
nose detect a new scent in the air: it?s time to start! Annette choose this
moment to express her doubt: ?Herr Doktor, I don?t know..?
My answer is short: ?to late!? and punctuated with the discharge. The
current has taken Annette by surprise. Her body convulses under the bite of
the pain and she pulls the loops as to avoid the beast that torture her
most tender flesh. She fail to notice that the discharge is far weaker than
the precedent ones. Annette has visiblyforgotten that she can cut the
current by herself and cry for pardon and pity. I go behind her and hold
her hands firmly, pulling the right one over the emergency switch. The
smell of burned flesh is now really strong. Annette?s movement get
completely uncontrolled as she finally notice the ugly smell. ?No!!!? Her
scream is something I never heard before. I shout back in her hear ?The
Switch!? and get her hand close to it. She reckon and push the button
desperately. To my surprise, her convulsions continue. I check the control
box: no discharge toward her body but the meat is now producing some smoke
that ascend from Annette sex directly for her face. I cut that current too
while Annette further screams ?I BURN! detach me PLEASE!?
I stay calmy in front of her: ?No! furless guinea pig, you don?t burn and I
will not untie you until I am sure that you learned your lesson?. I hold
the plank in front of her, the meat strip is burned black. ?This burnt, not
your sex. If you had continued your foolish game longer, your pussy would
indeed have looked as barbecued. You are a furless guinea pig not a
champion, you are to be experimented on, not to set records! You will never
try to be stronger that this machine, will you??
Annette stares with disgust at the burned meat and examine her sex,
surprised to see it intact. tears run on her cheek when she speaks:?No Herr
Doktor, the furless guinea pig will not compete again. It will be passive
and obedient, I swore it.?
I can smile again: ?good pet? I carress her while giving her some water. ?
While she dettached the diverse electrodes from her sex, Annettes is the
same as before, she babble about how stupid the furless guinea pig is, why
it could bring her is such a mess and how bad she has been punished (her
sex is still painfull). I breathe better and can start thinking of new
perverse scientific experience..
To be continued..
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