One Hundred Knots - Sex Stories

One Hundred Knots

... one inch strip of shiny brass bent into a horseshoe shape and connected at its ends to a ring of conductive elastic. I slipped this unit over my balls, pushing the elastic ring as far on as it would go. As expected, the metal strip pressed into the surface of the balls, making for good electrical contact. The cock electrode came next. Although similar in design to the one for the balls, it is somewhat smaller and made entirely of brass. Its securing ring is made to fit just behind the glans of the penis and is closed with a captive bolt and wing nut. The strip that passes over the top of the glans is fitted with a chrome-plated urethral plug. This assembly I fitted to the head of my cock, shoving the urethral plug home. The securing ring was tight around my fully erect member and there was pain as I turned the wing nut to close it. I disregarded that minor discomfort, knowing that it paled in comparison with what was to come. A few more turns of the wing nut and the electrode was locked in place. Satisfied that the electrodes were properly fitted, I half stood and then squatted over the dildo stool. Gradually I lowered my ass onto the dildo. I felt my anus stretch around the tip and then open wide to accept its full girth. I sat down on the stool and the dildo slid inside me. I then bent to the right and locked my right ankle cuff to the ring on the wall. I did the same on my left. Next I connected the leads from shocker to the plugs on the cock and ball electrodes and, ...

... reaching forward, pressed the “Play” button. The woman on the screen was slowly unzipping her skirt. I knew from memory that within a few seconds that skirt would drop to the floor. The woman would kick it aside, run her hands over her thighs and then slide a finger between her legs, massaging her clit through her panties. A few seconds later, she would turn around and bend over, presenting her lovely bottom to the camera. I looked up at the open padlocks dangling from the knotted ropes above me--one hundred knots! I was well aware that untying them within the allotted period would be a formidable task. As twisted and convoluted as the mass already was, one or more of the ropes would surely tangle. Dealing with those tangles would take an inordinate amount of time, perhaps more time than my well-bound genitals would have. I would need to work slowly and methodically or suffer the consequences. Of course that was always my predicament—whether to go slowly and carefully to help ensure that the ropes didn’t tangle or to try to hasten the process and run the risk of prolonging my ordeal. With the pain of the shocker commanding my attention, it was often tough to make the right choice. I glanced again at the screen. The woman had dropped her skirt and her finger was deep in her cleft. She was looking straight at the camera. She gave half a smile, almost as though she knew the effect she was having on me and what I was about to do. I looked down at my cock and balls. Hanging hard and ...