A few years ago I started fooling around with a guy who helped me explore fantasies and kinks I didn't know I had. You know how that can happen with some people? How somehow you can become more yourself through building a relationship with them? Well this guy, we'll call him B, was great for me in a lot of ways, I slept deeply next to him at night, he helped me get back into reading, and, oh, yeah, the sex was killer.
One of the best parts about this sexual relationship were the games we devised to play. Together we explored power, bondage, voyeurism, role play, you name it. The guys that come next will have their work cut out for them.
For posterity, and since I think that my relationship with B is, unfortunately, coming to an end, I wanted to take a moment and reflect on one of my favorite games we ever played together: shock collar slut.
Here's how the game was played:
On a random night when we were in the mood to go out B and I would dress up and go to a random dive bar far from home.
No matter what else I wore on any given occasion I never skipped two important accessories: a vibrator and a shock collar that could be controlled remotely. The vibrator fit snuggly in my pussy right where I was most sensitive. The collar was delicate enough that stacked with a couple other chokers it just looked like a necklace.
Once we got to the dive of the evening we'd split up. I'd sit at the bar alone while B would post up at a table off to the side where he could see me. We'd both order a drink and then we'd wait.
Most nights a guy, or several, would come over trying to pick me up. I would indulge them flirtatiously and push it as far as I could. I'd slip my thin tank top straps down off my shoulders and flaunt my body. I'd touch their arms and let them feel me up; that kind of thing.
B would watch from a distance. I liked the attention from strangers and knowing that B was watching me. He liked controlling my actions remotely and knowing that at the end of the night I was always his.
Now here's where the accessories came in. As long as B was enjoying my performance and wanted to encourage me, he'd turn the vibrator in my pussy on. As soon as I crossed a line for B, and he started to feel jealous or ready to see something else, he'd give me little shocks through the collar. I loved giving him this power over me. No matter the attention I got from other men, I loved submitting to just him.
The sex afterwards was always incredible. The shock collar game was perfect power dynamic foreplay. B would always be revved up, feeling possessive and jealous and ready to punish me a bit for being so naughty right where he could see me. I would be dripping wet from the pulsing of the vibrator and all the attention and touch. By the time we made it to bed we'd fuck ravenously, and then lay in bed talking over the story of the night and getting turned on all over again at our favorite parts.
Now, if you've read enough and you want to take our little game and play sometime on your own, you should. But, if you'd like, I'll tell you about one of my favorite nights I spent playing the part of the Shock Collar Slut.
It was a Tuesday, so we'd given up on having a serious week pretty early. B had texted me from work during the day to complain about his boss and his coworkers and I'd asked if he was free that night. He was, and grateful for something to look forward to. We made a plan to meet at mine.
He came over around 6 with takeout and we caught up on the couch in my living room eating stir fried noodles with cheap chopsticks. B complained more about the work situation. I lamented; his boss was a real dick. I updated him on an ongoing saga with my sister. He commiserated; he wouldn't say it outright but she could be a real problem.
After dinner we discussed what we wanted to get up to for the evening and agreed that we were in the mood to go out and see a new dive bar and turn ourselves on. It was easy like that with him, to be on the same page and decide on something fun.
He was already dressed nicely enough, in simple jeans and a black t-shirt. The fun part was deciding what I would wear.
We went back to my room then and I pulled some options out from the closet. B loved to watch me try things on. Or, more likely, he liked to watch me take them back off. And I loved to dress up for him too. He got a hungry look on his face while he watched me that made my skin tingle. He could look at me like I was the only woman in the whole world. I loved the feeling.
First I pulled on some tight jeans and a skimpy black shirt. No bra, of course. Never a bra for our nights out together.
He pulled me over to him on the chair in the corner of my room saying, "you're gorgeous. God, you're gorgeous," and running his hands over my hips and thighs. He reached up and tweaked my nipples through the thin fabric.
"This shirt is almost see through," he commented.
"Too much?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him in jest.
"No baby. It's perfect. Keep the shirt. I want a skirt though. Something I can bend you over in later."
At his words my body hummed with anticipation. To spend all night waiting for him to bend me over in a little skirt and fuck me hard from behind was truly a delicious prospect.
I stepped back and slid the jeans down. I selected a simple black skirt and some low heels. I put on earrings and mascara. He watched me, smiling and patient. I put some necklaces on and hid the thin shock collar among them.
Lastly, I pulled the vibrator out of my bedside drawer and handed it to him. I lifted my leg up and perched it on the arm of the chair where he sat to give him easy access to my body. I was wearing thin, silky underwear and I assumed he'd just slide them aside to push the vibrator up into my waiting pussy. Instead, he looked up at me with a devious look on his face and pulled at the soft fabric of my underwear.
"Take these off," he instructed, his voice low.
I obeyed and then resumed my position with my pussy spread for him across the chair. It was intense and vulnerable to open myself up to him like that. He leaned forward and licked my clit a few times lightly, just to tease me, and the sensation sent a shiver through my body. Next, he brought his fingers up and slowly pushed into my soft, waiting cunt. I let out a moan at the feeling. He brought the vibrator up to my mouth and had me spit on the tip.
"Lick it, baby," he instructed.
I closed my eyes and began to play with the tip of the vibrator with my tongue.
"Look at me," he ordered next.
