I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
This is the first verse of a beautiful poem. You should read the rest of it. here
I received a remarkable gift from one of my most brave male admirers. It is a an electrical stimulation device called Erostek. I am very impressed with the range of sensation this thing is capable of. From just barely noticeable to unbearably intense, rhythmic to random, soothing to jarring, the combinations are endless. There is even an audio mode that delivers current in conjunction with music or the sound of MY VOICE.
This lucky boy had showered me with gifts for Christmas, so I was feeling very generous in my attention, both sadistic and mercifully loving. After all, we both know it's for your own good! I was a bit spent after having a great play session, and decided to try this gizmo out on him. I had played with this type of equipment before, but I did not have my own to do with what I pleased, and this made all the difference in my level of interest. I have played with my violet wand kit for years and am a big fan of it, but this kind of electric play is in another realm, not necessarily better, just different. I used my sweet man slave as a human guinea pig for my research.
We started small, with square electrodes and plenty of gel between the skin and the electrode pad, for good conduction. He placed an enormous amount of trust in me, which really warms my heart. We went straight for the genital area. Wow! I added two penis bands, one under and around the base of everything and another wrapped around just under the coronal ridge. Fun! Then I added an internal probe. Yowza! What happens is that electric current is passed through the flesh and all of the electrodes making a circuit of interesting sensations. I controlled the knobs and the slave gave me exquisite feedback, both verbal and non-verbal.
I was so pleased with his surrender that I had to remind him of something before he left. I commanded that he take down his pants, pull down my pantyhose that he was wearing for the cold drive home, and bend over. I used a permanent marker on his ass to write a message that he must not forget.
Needless to say, I had such a wonderful time playing with my willing victim, I tried it on myself as well. The laughter that resulted was pure joy, especially when accompanied by the sound of "The Mexican Hat Dance" at full volume!