Stacy and the Wired Devices

From the moment the plane took off till the moment it touched down, I had only one thought in mind: I wanted to see the look on Stacy's face at the restaurant. I opened the overhead bin and took out my carry-on. The woman who had been sitting in the window seat asked me if I would hand her her backpack.

"The red one with the black stripe," she said. She got up and smoothed her skirt over her legs. I unzipped the bag and opened it, hoping to find some fascinating contraband. A vibrator or some rope. You never know. But, nothing this time.

"Hey," she growled. "Give me my bag!" I smiled and handed it to her. Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don't.

After I got my bags off the carousel, I texted Stacy to meet me at Arrivals door 3. I spotted her red car after just a few minutes and pushed my two bags toward the curb. She wheeled the car to the curb and parked. I opened the door and got in.

"What about your bags?" she asked. I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a pen and pad. Without turning toward her, I wrote "1 - luggage" on the first line of a blank page. Stacy pushed the button on her keychain and I heard a click as the trunk unlocked. Then, she got out and walked around the car, picked up my bags and put them in.

When she got back in the car, I handed her the page of directions out that would get us to my hotel. She scanned the page quickly then pulled the car out into traffic.

The drive took just under half-an-hour. Stacy talked the whole time, about her job and how nice it was for us to be together again and how she'd cleared her schedule for four days. I watched the scenery, the hills around L.A. always fascinated me, even more than the horrible traffic and smoggy sky.

It was our third time together. The first was about eighteen months ago and lasted only one night. The second was nearly a year ago and had been a hot and sweaty three days of nonstop fucking and sucking, broken only by a single adventure out to a local bar where we picked up two strangers and brought them back to the hotel to fuck her senseless.

In the year since then, we'd kept in constant touch over the internet, twice a week most weeks, sometimes more. Our interests had taken a seriously kinky turn. I'd met a submissive just a short drive from my home in Ohio and had been revisiting all of my long-repressed fantasies. I found out that I was much more into humiliation than pain and so was Carol. The last ten months had been the most intense of my entire life.

I quickly introduced Stacy to the topic and found she had a submissive streak a mile deep. It took no convincing at all on my part to have her do the must humiliating and painful things to herself while I watched over webcam. I started inviting guys I met in chat rooms to watch. We ended up opening a channel on one of the BDSM sites and put on regular shows, me taking suggestions from viewers, sending her devices of all types to watch her use them on herself on the next webcast.

Let me tell you a little bit about her. She's five foot eight, a bit on the heavy side, with 42DD cups and big hips. Long, blond hair and big, full lips. An Earth Mother type. It was amazing to watch her descent. The first time I webcammed with her, she wouldn't even take off her top and absolutely drew the line at tilting the camera so I could see anything below her waist. We progressed slowly. "Play with your nipples through your bra." "Pull the bra up and let your big udders flop onto your belly." "Stand up." "Pull your pants down." Step by step until I was ready to bring in other viewers.

The first few shows with other men watching were very tough for her. I started her out slowly again. Masturbating for them, then pinching her nipples, tugging at her pussy lips. Masturbating on cam still gets her to blush, when she cums, you can hear her trying to hold her breath while her body jerks forward and back, her fingers grinding faster and faster at her clit.

On the last show before this trip, we graduated to a single dildo and a vibrator. Stacy would close her eyes when I told her to slide the big rubber cock into her cunt, turn her head and try not to look into the camera. It was fine. I find it's best to move gradually - taking small steps would solidify her obedience more firmly.

One of the crowd's favorite games is "count to 10". I'd talk her through a fantasy, getting her turned on and hot, letting her hands explore her body -- which for Stacy mostly meant nipple play -- then, every so often, I'd start counting slowly to ten. She knew this meant she could touch her cunt, so her hand would shoot down between her legs and she'd start rubbing for all she was worth. At "ten", she pulled her hand out of her crotch and shoved her fingers in her mouth, slurping  loud so we could all hear and laugh. It went on over and over, sometimes for hours. A ten count was never enough for her and we all knew it.

She pulled up to the hotel and I went in to register. I got the key and handed the other to the doorman, told him to watch for a big, blond girl and give it to her. I handed him twenty dollars and told him to absolutely not offer to carry the bags up for her.

When I got the room, I threw my carryon bag onto the nightstand, then I stripped the sheets from the bed and threw them in the corner. The bare mattress was mostly clean, a few stains just about waist-height as I'd expected. Nothing disgusting, just enough to remind her it wasn't silk sheets she'd be laying on. I opened the curtains and sat down to wait.

The door lock whirred open a few minutes later and Stacy walked in with the suitcases. She walked across the room, swaying her hips, muttering something that was supposed to be sexy. She started to put her arms around my neck but I stepped around her and picked up the smaller suitcase.

Stacy kept talking, she'd found a parking place near the side door as I'd asked and on and on. I opened the suitcase and took out the shock collar. She kept walking while I attached it but stopped as soon as I pushed the button.

"Ow!" she yelped.

"Sit, girl."

Stacy stared at me. I gave the collar another jolt. "Sit."

"Hey...ow!" She dropped to the bed, knees together, hands in her lap.

"Bad girl. Sit," I repeated and shocked her again. She looked at me nervously now, unsure what I wanted. "Sit!"

Stacy slid off the bed onto the floor and got to her knees, rested her ass on her heels and her palms on the floor in front of her.

I patted her head. "Good girl. Stay." I walked back to the suitcase and took out a box of doggie treats. Liver and chicken flavored. I broke one in half and set it in my open palm. "Here you are, good girl. A treat." I put it in front of Stacy. She sniffed it and grimaced, turned her head. I patted her head again. "What's the matter girl?"

"I...ow!" She looked up at me, her eyes wet. "Master?" I smiled. "Just bark."

Stacy lowered her head and I hear her sniffle. I slid my hand down her back and pressed it hard between her legs, pushing her skirt up between her thighs. I felt dampness. I smiled.

I set the snack on the carpet a few inches in front of her. "Eat your snack." Stacy looked up at me again. I showed her the RC and she quickly dropped her head to the floor. I watched her closely. She opened her lips, touched her mouth to the treat, pulled back disgusted. I crouched down and patted her head. "Go ahead, girl, that's a good doggie." She opened her mouth and picked it up with her lips, sat up straight and started chewing. I saw her gag and jerk forward but she kept her lips closed. She chewed tentatively, then got into the rhythm.

"Don't swallow it," I told her. "You don't have to swallow it."

I went into the kitchen and got a small silver bowl. I put it in front of her face. "Go ahead, spit it out."

She did, spitting over and over to get the taste out of her mouth.

"Would you like some water?"

"Yes, ple...uh!" I only gave her a small jolt, she was learning quickly. I went into the kitchen and filled another bowl with water, set it on the floor in front of her. "There you go, girl." I listened to Stacy slurping and splashing while I unpacked more gear from the suitcase. When it was all laid out on the bed, I told her to stand up and strip.

Stacy got up quickly, rubbed her knees, then took off all of her clothes. I had her drape them on the chair neatly.

"OK, arms out and stand still."

I started with the shock wires. First, two more of the dog collars that I'd modified using leather belts so they could be wrapped around her thighs. I positioned the aluminum shock caps as close to the tops of her thighs as I could get them. Next, two sets of TENS pads along each leg, from the hip to the knee, one in front and one in back. These would work the big, long leg muscles. I ran three sets of pads up her abdomen, just a few inches apart, then another pair just at the top of her mons.

The next item was my own invention. I'd put together a series of wires and relays to make a pair of RC nipple clamps. The tolerance had been adjusted so they could open to about 3/8 of an inch and close down to 1/16. I sucked her nipples hard then attached them at full open. Stacy's nipples were big and stiff so, even at that, they were tight.

I stood back and looked at her. There were wires hanging everywhere. I nodded. It was coming along nicely.

I connected the various wires to their transformers, then started using fiber tape to connect the transformers to the insides of her thighs, starting just above the knee. There was a total of eight plastic boxes, four up each leg. Then, I taped the wires, wrapping the tape around her belly and back. When I was finished, I stood back and looked again. It was a mess, she looked like some high school kid's science project, all wires and tape but that was fine. I wasn't making an aesthetic statement.

"Very pretty," I said. Stacy looked down at herself in silence. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her cunt. She was damp but not wet.

"Shall we try these out?" I asked. She shook her head.

I'd taken apart all of the remotes and rewired them into a single box. I picked it up and turned a dial. Stacy's eyes widened. I saw her knees bend slightly.

"Interesting, isn't it?" I asked. I turned up the current a bit more and she opened her knees, the current along the front and back of her legs massaging her like strong hands.

"Fuckkk...." she moaned. I moved a small switch and turned another dial. Her hands went up to her chest.

"No!" I barked. She lowered her hands but kept her arms tight to her sides. I was squeezing the nipples hard, releasing, squeezing again. I heard her start to moan and saw her hips moving side to side. When I put my hand between her legs this time, she was soaked.

"Hands behind your back." She obeyed. "Open your knees wider and push your hips forward." She adjusted herself, hips moving forward and back now. I turned the nipple squeezers to 'pulse' and sat back to watch the current do its job. Stacy swayed her hips obscenely, her ass moving forward and back, searching for something. I waited a few minutes, then picked up her panties. I slid them between her cunt lips, pushing them up inside her, then sat back down to watch.

"Would you like a vibrator?"

"Y..y..yeeeesssss...." she hissed. I took one out of my suitcase and turned it on. I held it in the air so she could hear it.

"Imagine that between your legs, hm?"

She pressed her wrists hard against her ass, desperately wanting to touch herself but knowing better.

"You are doing very well, honey. You deserve another treat."

I took the other half of the dog treat and held it in front of her face. She sniffed it and opened her mouth. I ran it along her upper lip, then her lower lip. She put out her tongue and I let her lick it. This was the Stacy I knew. What had disgusted her just a few minutes ago she was now begging for. Her need to be controlled put her in a completely different place, there was nothing I couldn't do to her now.

"Beg for it, girl. Go on."

"Arf! Arf!" Stacy barked, sniffing at the liver treat. I put my hand between her legs and she humped hard, barking louder now. I pushed the liver treat into her mouth and held my hand over her lips, feeling her jaw move, eager this time.

"Spit it out," I said, offering her the bowl. She let the muck drop out of her mouth but this time, she licked her teeth and lips, savoring the taste of her own humiliation.

I pulled the soaking wet panties out of her cunt and carried the bowl and panties into the kitchen. I turned on the faucet and got the panties damp, then squeezed them out, letting the cloudy water drip over the half-eaten dog treats.

I turned my head to watch Stacy in the other room. She was grinding hard now, getting angry, the small choking noises coming from her throat were a mixture of humiliation and frustration. I turned off both of the currents and she stood still, panting, sweat starting to show along her upper chest and neck.

I left her standing there for a full five minutes, just watching her waiting. She sniffed the air like a bitch, turned her head but kept her eyes closed the whole time.

I took two more items out of the case. I'd built these two as well, though it was less of a challenge than the nipple squeezers. These two two identical neoprene shafts, four inches long and half-an-inch around. Inside was a single long cam with ball bearings up one side, a motor, and a remote control unit. I pushed one up into Stacy's cunt, getting it nice and slick, then took it out and shoved it up her ass. I put the other one in her pussy.

"All right, then. Let's get you dressed."

I took a pair of vibrating panties out of my case and helped her slide them up her legs, over the boxes and tape and wire. I moved them around, adjusting them until the plastic egg was just at her clit. Then, more fiber tape to make sure it didn't slide when she walked.

After that, it was stockings, bra, blouse and skirt. Aside from the sweat on her face and her damp hair, she didn't look much different than when came in.

"Here. Another one."

I put another of the doggie treats in her hand and she stared at it. With the current off, she'd come down a bit and was back to her old self. I held up the RC for the shock collar and she quickly pushed the treat into her mouth and started chewing. I let her chew it a while before she spit it into the bowl.

"Time to take you out for a walk, puppy," I said with a smile.

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