A love of sparks

Friday I played with a friend who had her hands on a violet wand. This is one of my favorite toys and I could not resist playing with her even though it was meant to be something new. It turned out to be new as she had attachments I had never experienced before, does that count?

So.. tons of flying sparks, and a shocking realization that I am a complete electrical play slut. Oh and I love, LOVE wartenburg wheels. Holy smokin hot baby.

I have never had anyone use a wand on me quite so powerfully nor with quite so many attachments. I screamed and laughed and stomped my feet and pouted. At one point I was "mobbed" by spectators who all took turns shocking me.

I simply could NOT get enough.

When I was stood up and my crotch shocked through my pants for the entire room to see I think I fairly glowed. Attention is very good... I think I am getting a reputation for being a screamer, a giggler, and a wiggler, and a pain slut and..... a willing victim. Ah my life is so damn good.

I was left with red weltish type marks and a few scorch marks, all of which I simply adored!

Afterwards I relaxed (in a manner of speaking) with a good hard gang style spanking, where I wiggled and giggled and screamed some more. A certain, sadistic someone, had escorted me over to the lap of a woman who's spanking skills I have wanted to try for quite some time. I was so pleased to find myself in extremely capable hands (more than one set of them) and also to find myself with lovely purplish handprints all over my butt the next day. How delicious is that?

I oddly enough discovered a new hard limit for myself as well. I don't enjoy the afteraffects of sparks in my mouth or on my head. I felt rather "hung-over" the next day and it is the only thing I can think of that would cause my head to ache and scalp to be so tender. My teeth felt odd and ultra sensitive all day Saturday.

Live and learn, I had so darn much fun (as usual) and I have only one regret, that being my fair skin that marks so very easily.

They are lovely marks indeed, may I have some more please?

Holy Plucker!

WOWEE!

So I mentioned to a friend that I was considering posting on here that I would like to have a volunteer to pluck the hair off my vulva. See I detest shaving and last time I went to get waxed I was burned and bruised by the woman who did the waxing.

My friend immediately volunteered for the positon of plucker. Crazy sadist LOL. Ok it was way to damn fun. I giggled about 75% of the time and yelped and squirmed the other 20% of the time. 5% was spent flying out in space somewhere and I think I was moaning and begging.

My arousal during that time was *ahem* rather apparent and she was happy to slip a gloved finger in my sopping pussy.

Unfortunately we didn't quite get all the hair off, as we got lower and lower on my vulva the pain was sharper and sharper and (for the first time ever) I called my safeword. So strange that such a small amount of pain would cause me, first to fly so incredibly and second, to call out a red.

So now I have a small patch of hair that needs to be waxed off, that will happen tonight before I go to bed. I am almost sad to wax it as we had so much fun plucking each individual hair.

She did mention attacking me with tweezers again in the future and I must admit I am a very willing participant.

Anyone interested in doing this type of activity the items needed are, a pair of latex gloves, a pair of good tweezers and post waxing oil. Of course having a lot of patience and a rolling sticky lint roller to help clean up the hair is important too!

I am a psycho masochist lol.