I just wanted to start with a little history about what led me here, so let me go back.

I started having some weird thoughts as a younger woman. The first thing I remember is a special interest in a slender or toned female stomach. This was a bad place to start, since scenery started becoming readily available everywhere around this time! I think it just fueled the fire. All over the magazines, television and movies, I was exposed to beautiful female bellies and constantly having these thoughts triggered. Good news is this encouraged me to work hard on my own. I was always in healthy, good shape. Here’s me on my trip to prove the point.

I remember seeing a made-for-TV version of The Shining. Towards the end, the female character is lying on the floor and takes a croquet hammer to her belly. I realized that an interest in taking hits to the belly developed. I started testing out my own strength. I found myself punching my belly harder and harder, and getting worked up over it. I moved onto placing heavy items onto it as I lay on the floor.

Next came the noticing of sexy female feet. This just kept getting more and more screwed up. Naturally, I started imagining kicks and stomps to my belly. Then full on standing and pressing feet to my stomach. I had crazy fantasies that kept me up at night. Some involved getting jumped where my shirt was removed and a group of guys and girls go to town on my belly. Some stories end with the girls taking their flip-flops off and using the soles of their feet. I enjoyed the fantasy, not sure how it would have felt in real life. I had many other fantasies play out in my head over the years. Many hot summer nights I spent imagining, sweating and getting off. Having my own sweaty sexy stomach just fed the desires.

Whether it was pain or pleasure, around that time came an infatuation with "taking it". A couple of scenes from Barbarella were the first to get me thinking about this. In one, she was looking overwhelmed by pleasure in this device that she was put into. In another, she was tied up while little robots attacked her, but to me, looked sensual to me in the way she responded to the pain. The torture in The Princess Bride also did something for me, as well as electro scenes from Tango and Cash, Showdown in Little Tokyo and Lethal Weapon. I found many other scenes in the early years which cause a strange sort of excitement in me. It wasn't specific yet, but electricity seemed to cause an interesting reaction, and was a good method of making a victim "take it".

I started having trouble keeping this contained. I took up boxing as a way to vent, and hit the gym regularly. Both of these activities offered plenty of scenery, and the boxing offered me an occasional chance to give or take a belly shot. Still not satisfying enough though.

I resorted to a few strange actions when my desires got the better of me. I hope no one caught on. First of all, I was known to dress provocatively at the ring. I of course hoped to get a few shots to the bare belly, and even left myself open more than normal. Trainers have commented on this, but it didn't remedy the situation. I've even asked to do core training by taking shots, but the trainers did not want to recommend it. One Saturday, I finally had someone respond to the idea, and it was a pretty sexy female member who I would partner with. I managed to get her first punch my belly with gloves, as I held the ropes in the corner. I told her that wasn't working. Next, bare fists. Ok, I was getting really turned on. She let me give her a couple, but with her shirt down. I could still feel a toned stomach underneath, but she stopped me pretty quickly. Obviously, she didn't like it. I then suggested that her body weight would be a good way to strengthen my muscles. She did not respond at all. I ended it there, probably with her thinking I was fucked in the head. I trained with her other times, but didn't have the guts to try that routine again.

At the gym, I would get on the bench press, and rest the dumbbells on my belly after a set. I would look around to see if anyone was watching. Of course they were, but mostly because of my outfit, and my body. I would also watch the women with their spectacular bodies as they did their sets, hoping they would rest the weights on their bellies. But they didn't.

On my better looking girl-friends, I tried another routine. It started with a sore back, and of course, getting them to stand on it. Like that was some proven technique. Well at least it didn't seem that out-there. I did this a couple of different nights then I built up the courage to turn over. I suggested we try it the other way, on my belly instead of my back. It was summer time, and there were three of us hanging out at my apartment bare-footed that night. One of them stepped up. I left about an inch of skin showing, of course as though it was an accident. She looked down and put her foot on top of it. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I can take it. Come on, I'll show you what I got." - making a joke of it. "All of my weight?" "Yeah, it's not heavy on my back. I'm sure it'll be fine. Step up with both feet."

Oh my god, I was going nuts in side. Her foot rested on my inch of bare skin in uncertainty for that moment. I could feel her warm sole against my belly. This was the first time I'd ever had this. I couldn't control it.

"Here, I'll move my shirt so you can see where you're stepping." Now they must really think I'm strange. Things felt a bit awkward but I wanted to push forward. I lifted it up, and exposed my toned stomach. They already knew what it looked like, but they both looked at it and admired it. "You've always had such amazing abs, God!" "Thanks, but it's not easy to keep these babies up. I'll show you what they can take, give er."

She started pressing more firmly on my now fully exposed belly, and looked at me for reassurance. The girls were getting giggly as a way to deal with the awkwardness. “I can't believe she’s going to do it.” “What? It’s no big deal” I said. Then she stepped up with all her weight right on my belly button. I was in heaven. While forcibly holding in my breath, I said "See, it's fine." as she put her other warm foot down higher up my stomach. "This feels good, it's straightening out my back!." She held onto the couch for support then came down after 10 seconds. I told them that actually felt really good. Of course it did, it almost made me come! I never had another opportunity like that one. That situation did not seem to arise again, and I felt too embarrassed just thinking about what I did that night to ever ask again. There I was, alone again.

A while later I was watching a TV with my new boyfriend. Really good looking guy which was a good match for me with my looks and my body. Rambo 2 came on came on that night, I'll never forget. He was of course into this, and I protested. After a brief back and forth, fine, tonight could be his night. I opened a book and lied on the couch with my bare feet up on him. I would often try to get them under his shirt for a little thrill.

A while later I glanced up to see the scene with Rambo on the metal rack. Wow. The definition, the sweating, the anticipation. My mouth hit the ground. Why have I never seen this before! The dial was cranked, and what followed was an amazing, extended, detailed electro-torture scene.

One problem, I wished it was a hot girl instead of Rambo. Even worse, I wished it were me!

My boyfriend wasn't even phased. How am I going to approach this one?!

"Isn't that funny, they could do a scene like that for a man, and nobody would ever care. But imagine that was a barely dressed woman being tortured like that? There would be an uproar." I said. No response from him. I was hoping he was going to jump into a conversation about a half-naked toned chick getting tortured for information. No such luck.

"Don't you think that would be sexy, a hot sweaty girl being tortured on the rack like that?" Just saying it turned me on. Not him though.

"What?? Do I think it would be hot to see a woman tortured?" That got his attention.

"See, you couldn't do it with a woman. It’s fine if it was a man though."

"Yeah, but why do you think it would be hot?"

"I don't, I just mean a hot girl barely dressed, sweating, with all those close up shots, enduring the torture for her country. I figured that would be considered hot by guys. You don't think so?”

"You're weird."

Damn. He’s definitely not on my wavelength with this.

Ok, I dropped it. Didn't stay with him too much longer either. He hated feet, and seemed to have no care for pain, bellies, electricity, or any of those other things, and no inclination towards anything exciting in the bedroom.

Another one that came along was Barb Wire. This time it was a woman, and I couldn't believe a mainstream scene like this existed. There were many others that fed my hunger, but this one stands out the most in terms of fitting my tastes for a good electro-interrogation scene.

Again, I often wished I could experience a torture session like that one. I would love to be in her situation, and I'm sure I would be very sexy as they electro-tortured me.

I was at a party once, and it came on the TV. It had to be an edited version since the cinematic version seemed a little too extreme for TV. I got excited to see it with a group of 10 or so people around the room. I watched carefully, but not one of them seemed interested or even noticed the fact that a beautiful woman was being electro tortured. So disappointing. I think one of them even said “What the hell is that!?” Maybe it was too awkward for anyone to discuss it further, but the scene ended and that was that.

Due to situations like that, and rejections from boyfriends, I've spent most of my life feeling like an outsider. Just about anyone with whom I eluded to my fantasies with would turn the other way and think I'm strange.

Finally, the internet opened up a new world for me as I was able to see that I wasn't alone once and for all. Not that my interests weren't unique, but I got to see that I wasn't the only one with unique interests. Still, I would mostly observe online as I wasn't ready to be open about my thoughts. I was ashamed.

I eventually left to pursue an interesting career. Unfortunately, I will not be sharing any of those details here. All I can tell you is that the next years offered me many opportunities to explore my fetishes further, both in person and online. I won't get into how many different places I've been online. I will tell you that I spent many hours scratching the itch, but the itch got worse. I did find amazing content though, and even spent a few bucks.

Real life is what I wanted, but where would I find the opportunities I was looking for? This is where I got into things I am really not proud of. It's just so out there.

I stopped finding excitement in my own belly. I found so much content online, it was better than hitting myself. I also explored many, many, many sites about electricity - torture, stimulation, chairs, violet wands, you name it. Much of the content was amazing, arousing, time consuming.

I needed to feel it for myself. I didn't know what to do, and what I did do was probably really stupid. I needed it to flow through me though. I needed to take the current.

I set up a metal plate at the foot of my bed, and put two small metal plates on my abs with a folded square of wet paper towel in between for conductivity. I connected right into the wall socket - dumb. Split one end to two metal plate contacts on my abs, with a belt holding them there, and the other end to the plate at the foot of my bed.

I was smart enough to start slow, barely touching my toe to the plate. A fairly strong sensation shot up my foot. Holy shit! My heart was racing, I was scared and excited, and wet as hell.

Ok, that was pretty tense. How about my heel? A little more comfortable, tensed up my calf, and felt it in my abs a bit. Wow, I was going nuts inside. I kept working up. I put more of my heel down, then a bit of both heels. By now my stomach was really pounding. Wow, the combination of electricity and a pounding to my abs. I got stronger and stronger at this.

I went through a few sessions. I reached a point where I was putting both my feet almost entirely on the metal plate, and just tensing my entire body, thrusting my hips into the air, and having multiple orgasms. It was very, very intense.

The final step, put the power through my abs, from one side to the other. Dumb! I just barely flicked the wire across the metal plate and it felt like the incredible hulk punched me in the stomach. I let out a short, loud grunt. I was smart enough to make sure I just flicked the wire across the contact, but not smart enough to know that that would send an incredible amount of current through my abs. I no longer felt safe with this setup.

I left the voltage alone for a while. Later on, I found my way back. As a smarter adult, I realized that there were better ways. I was too afraid to order any equipment online, in case I was caught, but I did find a way to use household items to deliver electricity through my body in a safer way.

A stereo amplifier was a perfect signal generator. And to top it off, there was all kinds of sound files and software online for turning it into an electro-stimulator. This led to many more sessions of controlled electro-stim, or more like electro-torture.

I experimented with different setups, sounds, and frequencies. Many, many orgasms followed. I would watch electro torture videos while simulating the same thing on myself with power from the amp. My favorite setup was to lie on the bed with a metal plate under my ass, and two tens electrodes on my stomach. That would be one side of the circuit. The other side was a metal dildo inside of me.

The result was amazing. I would start soft, and work up until my entire body could not tense up any more. All of the current ran through my organs, outward towards my ass and abs. The amp offered plenty of power, which I could precisely control with the volume knob. Of course I had some mild slip-ups that cause me to give myself an unexpected jolt. I would come home after some nights of drinking, after turning multiple guys down in favour of my toy, and I would go to town. Until sunrise and beyond. I would be a sweaty heap by the morning, probably having burned kilowatts on my orgasms. I even took a selfie one day.

These were amazing experiences. But I realized it was an addiction. I really couldn't differentiate it from a hard drug. My normal sex life was suffering because of it, not to mention the time and money I spent online. I was truly disgusted with myself, but enjoyed the sessions and online surfing too much to stop. More time passed like this, until I found my real life opportunities with other enthusiasts. Here is where I cannot go into detail. However, I think it did worsen the addiction. I eventually found DFN. This was a place that I wanted to use to express my fantasies in a way that I was never able to. I am saying it all. I hope to meet like-minded people, and open up with experiences, photos and fantasy exchanges in a way I was never able to before. Finally, I hope that once I get it all out, I can try to let this go. This might be the furthest I can take it, and at that point, I can try for the first time to ignore my fantasies and see where that takes me. But just like any addiction, just a bit longer.

Part 2

I started losing hope that I would ever find anyone with who I could share an experience with. I had an active account on a couple of online fetish sites, but never seemed to encounter anyone who thought remotely close to the way I did. I always kept my photos off the account, but put a good amount of detail about what I was looking for. If anyone was looking for a nice body, there were plenty of accounts to look at, even if they might be fake. If I put my pictures up, I knew I'd be attracting people based on my looks. I wanted someone, who without knowing what I looked like, could read my profile and be into me based on my fetishes.

For a long time nothing interesting became of that, other than some exchanges of content and stories. Until one day, a fairly normal account contacts me, and indicates that he would like to talk about the fantasies that I have described in my profile. He says that our interests align very closely. He also mentions that he has a lot of experience, and really thinks he has something I'm looking for.

We started talking, and he did sound like he knew what he was talking about. He also had no photo, but ended up sending me one. He was older than me, but very attractive. No face of course. In exchange, I sent him a similar photo. Quite some time went by, as we shared more about ourselves. He finally took the first step to changing my life forever. He made me an offer. He started out by saying he's very selective, and that I am someone he would definitely like to experience in person. Strictly business. What happens from there could be anything. He told me I would need a weekend away from home, to expect the time of my life, where all of my fantasies would come true. Just take the flight he would buy me, and the rest would magically happen. Don't even worry about what clothes to bring, whatever is comfortable works. Oh yes, and he tells me he's likely the wealthiest person I'll ever meet. He has the means to make this happen. At any point during the trip, he says I can back out if I see something I don't like. But he doubted that would happen. Long story short, he eventually persuades me to go for it. What do I have to lose? This is as perfect of a circumstance I could have to getting a real-life experience. He also asked if we could photograph the experience. I was hesitant, but he agreed to give me all of the photos and let me decide what to do with them. I definitely wanted them to look back on, and see myself in whatever was going to happen that weekend. I would decide if he keeps a copy once I get to know him better.

I end up at the airport, lightly packed. My tickets were paid for, first class. I get to my destination, and there's a limo waiting for me. A really nice limo, stocked and everything. The driver won't tell me much, says he doesn't know who ordered the limo. Alright, nothing to make me think of backing out yet. The journey continues. The limo brings me to a private landing strip. Everything is very classy. I am led to a floater plane, which I'm guessing is the point of no return. Fuck it. I'm not backing out now. The plane takes off, and the pilot can only tell me we're going to a privately owned island. Ok, in these parts, this guy must be loaded!

A short time later, I see the island, with a yacht anchored off the shore. This place looks like paradise. When the plane lands and pulls close, I get my first look at my contact. Handsome, distinguished, casually dressed, and hot! He is in a speed boat, and pulls up to the aircraft where we meet, and I board the boat.

Everything gets crazy now.

He doesn't say much other than the greeting, and telling me that I look more stunning than he could have imagined. We finally get aboard the yacht. He explained that the crew was home for the weekend, and that most of the vessel was shut down. We were here for the weekend, and we had everything we needed. He had a way of making me feel relaxed, considering the situation. I was still nervous and full of anticipation compared to a normal day though.

We started talking over a nice champagne that he pours. "I hope you can feel at ease, and that you know everything that happens this weekend is going to exceed your expectations. I told you I was wealthy, and this is why I am able to make everything you desire happen on this weekend. This is strictly business, no strings attached. You can leave any time you'd like, and will never have to hear from me again. No need for small talk, no need to get to know each other. I know what you are looking for, and I suggest you just let it happen. Say as much or as little as you'd like."

Ok, that turned me on. I could just let this one play out. "Ok." That's all I said. We finished the bottle over a few more explanations of how all of this came to be. Short story, vaguely, he is a wealthy business owner. Very rich. Has fantasies. Looked around a lot. Found me. Is making it happen.

He told me to change, my room had a bikini and an athletic warm-up suit on the bed. He knew my sizes from our online discussion (along with intricate details of my desires). By this time, I was feeling the booze.

Once I was changed, we went back on the speed boat, and headed to shore. He had a few duffle bags on the boat and a few things on land. He managed to pull up to the dock and tie the boat while looking in control, like he knew what he was doing. He guided me off the boat with one hand.

The weather was beautiful. Early afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, and this place was a tropical-like paradise. Perfect sand, palm trees, crystal blue water. How does someone own an island like this?

Part 3

"Please, take off the suit and put it on the dock." He watched intently as I exposed my body. I always got a reaction when I was in a bikini. His was no different. Except this guy knew what he was going to have it to himself for the weekend.

He also striped down to his shorts. Wow, this guy took good care of himself. I was in disbelief that all of this was happening right then.

"I assure you, this is a weekend you will not regret. All you have to do is let it happen." He walked up, like he was going to kiss me, and put one hand of his on my lower back. "I know all about you, you've told me all of your desires in detail, and they are finally going to come true." Now the anticipation really started building. My heart rate picked up, my mouth opened to let in more air. I loved how he didn't expect anything from me, he would just make it happen. This took the pressure off.

He lightly ran one finger from the top of my abdomen, right down to below my navel. "I can see why you like having your abs tested, they are fabulous." He pushed his fist against me lightly. I was starting to get really excited. The hot sun was also warming me up nicely. "Now I want to see what they can take." He pulled his fist back, my mouth dropped even more as I started breathing more heavily. He made subtle eye contact and saw it was ok, and he looked down. I was flexing, and my definition was definitely showing. Thud. Oh my fuck that felt good. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was so surreal, my first time with another person, who was into doing the things I dreamt about.

Before he could pull back again, I raised my arms before my head. Thud. Thud. Still pretty light shots, but they were driving me wild. His shorts were noticeably rising. "Sexy.", he says. He then took his first photo of me, here I am again. Now you know where the photo in Part 1 is from I still had my hands over my head and belly flexing.

Now let's get off this dock. Ok, he had me. I think my fetish and fantasy overrode my logic, and I was completely open at this point to whatever was going to happen. Still, I wasn't saying much though.

"So, let's get you warmed up. I have a little exercise in mind." He brings me over between two trees, here we're in the shade in half sand half grass. "Take off your sandals, and stand between those two trees." He didn't have to say the rest. I reach up and grab the two obvious branches and spread my legs. I was in an 'X'.

"I'm going to let you decide how this goes. I'll hit you like before, and you can either say again, lighter, stop... or harder, which is the one I like the most. I won't do anything until I hear you say something."

Wow, that actually sounds like a really good way to start. I adjust myself, look at him, and say "Harder." He loved it, he didn't even start yet, he saw that I was getting into it. He smiled back. I'm so glad that he was attractive.

He already knew where I wanted it. Right in the belly button.

Thud.

"Harder"

Thud

"Harder"

Thud

He was going up little by little.

"Harder."

Thud

"Mmmm! Harder"

Thud

"Harder"

Thud

"Harder, harder, harder"

Thud!

I was getting wet. This was exhilarating.

"This feels amazing. Harder!" He smiled.

Ok, I'm starting to feel it.

"Again"

Thud

"Again"

Thud

"Ok, I want again times 10"

He looked so happy that I said that. He gave me 10 nice shots. I was getting wetter as each one hit with a slappish thud.

We went on for a while. I went harder, lighter, harder, sets of 10, sets of 15. It got to a point where it was pretty hard. I let out a good long "Uggghghhhhhh", and my stomach finally gave in a little. I was sopping wet and sweating a bit. He said "Ok, let's stop here for a while. Your body looks gorgeous in that pose, and you can obviously take a punch. But let's take a break." He was erect.

"I wanted to get that over with before we have another drink." We sat in to beach chairs facing the water, and had a couple of coolers while discussing the belly punches. Overall, I loved it, and he was impressed, and incredibly turned on.

It didn't take me much to get drunk. So three coolers later, I was feeling it. Then we went for a short swim. Again, my soaking wet body impressed him. He brought me to the shallow water, and told me to lie down on my back, arms to my side. Oh my, I wonder what this means. I lied on my back like he said, legs bent, knees up, feet flat. He kneeled next to me in the still shallow water, waves were barely reaching us, but the sand was wet.

Pafffff. A hard fist right in the wet gut, water splashed. He held his fist there and pressed down. Ugggghhhhh. "Dude, you're turning me on. Harder!" Paffffff! Nggggghhhh. I started massaging myself. Paffff. Uggggghhhhhh!. He took over, and went under my bikini bottom. He brought me to my first orgasm in about 20 pretty hard belly punches. His wet body, my wet body, the wet sand, the water, not to mention my sore belly, it all made it happen for me. My orgasm ended with him pressing his fist down hard into my gut. We laid in the sand there a bit longer as I caught my breath. I was ready for the next thing. I stretched my hands behind my head, straightened my legs, and looked at him. He knew what to do. He took another photo first.

He stood up, and put a foot on my belly button. Wow, I went nuts inside. It reminded me of the time a friend placed her foot there, but not with these intentions. He pushed down hard, and stepped up. It was hard to balance himself. But I took his full weight. I gave him instructions here too, but the trampling went on for a bit. Then it turned to knees. Then into deeper water. Then back to belly punches. I didn't come a second time, but I was going wild. This was so sexy.

"Now I need you to sit down and watch something." "Anything you need." I said. He sat me down in a beach chair and went over to a pile of stuff on the beach.

He came back with a sledge hammer, and some thick square metal rods. Is this what I think it is? He assembled the frame in a rectangle on the ground. It was about 10x6. In the corners, there were sleeves through which he drove metal stakes into the sand. They probably went down 4 feet into the sand. The result was a nice rigid rectangular frame lying in the sand. I knew what this was for! One end had two metal loops, he attached two pulleys at the other end. "This is for you." he said, and smiled.

Part 4

The anticipation was killing me. I was assuming it would be me tied up in that frame. He came over with two metal cranks with chains on them. I didn't know what they were for, but I would find out.

"I'm going to need a couple more drinks for this!" I was bursting with excitement, this looked like it was going to be an amazing ride. But I needed to get a little more loose. This was my first time being anywhere near something like this. He came and sat down. "I noticed you have a bottle of vodka in there?" We did three shots. I then drank a bottle of water :) I also put some sunscreen on, he suggested it since I would be lying directly in the hot sun.

"Ok, let's do this." I got up and went over to the frame. I'm sure he appreciated my eagerness. I lied down, as he told me, feet towards the pulleys. He began going to work. He took some rope and some pieces of cloth out of a duffle bag, and began tying one hand. He seemed very skilled at this. He first wrapped this incredibly soft and fluffy cloth around my wrists, then tied a knot that wrapped around the cloth about 10 times, and exited through the palms of my hand. He did the same with the other side. Then he fed the two ropes through the loops, and tied them together.

Here I am during the setup.

My heart was pounding. The excitement was building more and more. And the question of trust did not enter my mind once. I couldn't wait to see what happened next. He repeated this with my ankles. Next he placed the cranks on either side of me, and linked one end to the top loops by my arms. Now it's making sense. He pulled the bottom ropes tightly, and fed them through the pulleys, and up to the cranks where he fastened them to the chains. I was in there tight enough, but could still move a bit. Finally, he put a pillow behind my head. "Thanks", and a smile. "Are you good?" he asked. "Better than good." Slightly drunk, and going nuts with anticipation was more like it.

He got on his knees, pressed his fist into my belly, backed up about 12 inches, Paff! "Ungggghhh."

"Let's get started", as he rose to his feet. Holy fuck this is hot.

Part 5

I heated up nicely in the sun as I watched him make a few trips back and forth from the boat and from another pile of stuff on the beach. My heart rate, anticipation and arousal increased with each trip. First, he brought a chair. Next, a duffle bag. Finally, a car battery! I almost came when I saw that. Next, he opened the bag, and took out some cables and clamps, a box of some sort, and a big knob with a switch on the side. By the time he was done, I had a nice glaze of sweat coating my body, and I was extremely wet and excited by what I saw.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked. "I love what I see."

He ran four black cables over, each ending with a circular clamp. He put one on each limb, around the rope that bound me, and tightened a bolt on each side with a wrench until it held me firmly. Next, he set up the battery, with the box beside it, and the knob on top, and he plugged everything in.

He then went to get a bucket, which he filled with water at the beach, and he came back to me. He carefully poured water onto each of the connections. "Salt water makes an excellent conductor, but I'm sure you knew that." I did. The soft absorbent ropes, and the cloth underneath them soaked up the water. He dumped the rest of the water on my body, which cooled me off nicely. He went and got a second bucket and repeated the process. "We have to make sure those contacts stay wet."

I can't describe how I felt. To have a fantasy for so many years, and it was all about to happen. The love of electricity has been something that was with me since I was young. So many years of build up to this point. I was so anxious to feel the current go through me.

He flipped a switch on the box, and I heard a low humming sound come to life. God that turned me on. He picked up the knob, and sat in the chair. "The current will run from your wrists to your ankles. Are you ready?"

"Yes." I knew this could make me jump, but no way I was going to say no to this.

"It may give you a good jolt. Are you sure?"

"I can take it."

"I'm going to start now." I tensed up and braced myself, and looked up at the beautiful sky, then closed my eyes.

I heard 3 rapid ticks, tick-tick-tick. That's the knob turning. I listened to the humming. I knew what was next.

Click - "Huuuuuugghhhhhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmm." Click.

My mouth opened, my breathing picked up, and I was sopping wet.

Whatever that box did, it was amazing. It grabbed my entire body and vibrated it. It made every muscle tense up. It was not painful at this level, but it forced some wind out of me. "Is it everything you thought it would be?"

"Even better. Hit me again."

Click - "Mmmmmmmmmmm." - Click

A 10 second rest. "I want it for 30 seconds."

Click - "Nnnnggghh." A short grunt, then I just lied there, tensed up, showing all of my muscle definition, and took it. - Click.

I asked for another 30 seconds, but a bit higher.

Then 1 minute. Higher yet.

Then another minute. Same level.

When I started coming, I grunted out, "Leave it! Mmmmmmmm.... Ngghhhhhh.... Ahhhhhhhhh... Higher!"

Tick-tick-tick - "Huuuuggghghghghhgghghghghghgh!"

The wind was forced out of me again as I groaned and came. A crazy, amazing orgasm. It was incredible. I loved what my body could do. I bucked by hips a bit as I came. My fists were clenched and face wincing. He must have loved it.

"OK. OK." - Click - The current stopped, my body was released, and I laid there panting, not saying anything for about 2 minutes. I caught my breath, and looked over at him, with a smile.

Part 6

I couldn't wait to hear what his plan was for the next round. But first, he had to untie me so I could go pee. He then sat me down for a couple more drinks while he explained the situation.

He handed me a tablet and told me to enter a secret password. It prompted me for a password, then asked me to enter it a second time. He said "I'd like to play a game with you. You've just entered the password to your company's mainframe. They hold critical information about a new secret weapon which they are developing. You know that if this gets into the wrong hands, it could have devastating consequences. It is my job to get this password from you. How you respond to me will determine what I do to you. Ultimately, you can stop the game at any time by giving the password. I hope you chose one that you can remember."

It was amazing, the perfect game. He knew me better than I thought. I could not wait to start.

"I have one request from you before we begin. I would like you to remove your swim suit." I smiled, I could not say no. I was having the time of my life. No inhibitions. I took it off. When he tied me back up, he added a special touch, as he called it. A tight metal band around my hips, and a metal rod inside of me, both of which he lubed with conductive gel. Both of these devices had wires attached. "This is a bit different before. The current will come from four directions, and exit from your core. Let us begin."

He got another three buckets, and made sure the contacts were soaked, and that my body was wet. Next, he went to the cranks and ratcheted them. I was tied fairly tightly already, but these pulled, and pulled, and pulled. "Mmmmmmmmmm.", I had to let out a noise as my body was pulled taught. My belly sunk down a bit, my ribs showed a bit more, and I felt a tension on my entire body. I was pulled into a nice tight naked glistening X.

He then re-arranged some wires into the box and turned it on, the humming came alive again. He went back to the chair, and brought the knob with him.

My heart rate picked up. Again, the anticipation, and the eroticism I felt could not be described. I could hear the humming of the box loudly and couldn't wait to have that electricity flowing though me. He began.

"There is no use resisting. We know you have the password. You can tell us now, or go through a world of pain. For what? For them? Would they die for you? Would they be tortured for you? I'll give you a chance right now to tell me. After that, you will not get another opportunity for quite some time."

"Fuck you!"

"Very well then. I will quite enjoy this as a matter of fact."

Here we go. Click. He turned the switch of first. My body twitched, but nothing happened. He started turning the nob slowly, one tick at a time.

Tick - nothing yet.

Tick - "Mmmmmmmmmm.", a warm vibration through my pelvis, and a tickling at my limbs.

Tick - "Ugghhh.", it became more intense, I loved it.

Tick - "Nnnnngggh.", my body tenses up, I was becoming very, very wet. "Fuck you, I don't know anything!"

Tick - "Hnghghghgh!" a good twitch, I tensed up even more.

Tick - "Hunghghg!", another surge, wow, I could feel it through my whole body, my pelvis started vibrating.

I then remained silent, as he let me fry in the hot sun for a minute or two. I was a sweating, wet heap when he released me and I could start breathing normally again. He gave me about 30 seconds to catch my breath after wards, then repeated the routine 3 more times. I said nothing else as I lied there an enjoyed the punishment. He read my reactions perfectly, and knew what I wanted.

After the fourth, I wanted more. "You can torture me all you'd like, I'll never tell you, you sad pathetic prick."

Ok, he got the picture.

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick - Oh god - Click!

Bang, flash, stars, heaving and bucking, "Hugghhghghghghgh".

Click - He quickly released me. I think he was worried. I wasn't.

"Is that all you got? Where'd you buy your equipment, at Walmart?"

Click - "Hugghghghhghghghghghhghghghhhhhghghghhh" - Much longer that time. Click. I flopped back down.

It was amazing. Pain isn't the word, it ripped through my body, but in a way that I wouldn't call pain. It was just incredibly tense, and forced every muscle to strain, and sizzled inside of my pelvis, and I wanted more. I was getting close to an orgasm.

"Thank you, this is a good workout!"

Tick tick tick. This should be good.

Click - "Hssssssst!.", I couldn't get much noise out, my torso became too stiff. I heaved my chest into the air. My fists clenched, toes curled. I think he was about to turn it off. I forced out a, "Fffffuucck yooouuuu."

Tick - "Hng!", another jump in the current. The orgasm started. I hit the climax of my life. This was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced. I lied there straining, bucking my hips slightly, eyes tightly closed, teeth clenched. In the midst of this, "Y-your mmm-other!"

Tick - strain, more stars, no more noise.

Tick - my mouth opens wide, I can no longer buck and heave, my body is at its limit. I was hoping for one more. My orgasm is over, but I wanted to take one more level. Give it to me! He read my mind.

Tick - just a frothy gurgling sound came out of me, it was nuts. I think I was truly experiencing my limits. Limits I could not reach alone because I wouldn't be able to kill the current. Click. He didn't keep me there long.

Smack, as my body flops back down. “Strong! Very strong! Strongest so far!” he said. A quote from Rambo 2, are you kidding me! He must have been my soul mate. I panted and heaved for 2 minutes. Absolutely crazy. I think he was worried, but he was waiting for my next words. I think I surprised him. "I'll never tell you a fucking thing. You can torture me all you want."

I went back in for more, and we continued a mixture of electric attacks on my body. The worst one was two ticks higher that what I just thought was my limit.

By the end of the electro-torture session, I didn't give the password. No. We spent over an hour torturing the fuck out of me, until that battery died.

He told me I was something special. "I have never thought anyone could love the electro torture as much as you. I'm sorry I did not bring more batteries. But I think you should have a break. How about we head back to the boat, and we get you cleaned up."

I didn't want it to end. "Please, not the belly. It is my weakness, please don't do anything to my belly."

He got the picture. Many punches, belly stomps, and a nice big stone finally got that password out of me.

Part 7

When we got back to the yacht, I was exhausted. My body took quite a punishment on that beach. He showed me to my room where I could rest until dinner time. When I got to the room, I expected him to follow me in. But he didn't. We hadn't really discussed our expectations for sex. So I really didn't know what to expect. He mentioned that the room was stocked with things I might be interested in. The closet had all kinds of toys, including an e-stim box :) That must have been put there for me.

I was too beat to consider any of this, so I crashed for a couple of hours. When I woke up, the heat and humidity were almost unbearable, so I took a shower. I put on a red sports bra and workout shorts with some jeans shorts over top. I stayed bare-foot. This was my favorite type of outfit. Then I went for walk to see what was going on.

I followed the smell of food and found him in the dining area. We enjoyed a nice meal, and discussed the day's events. We both had a great time apparently. He complimented my ability to take a punishment, and said he enjoyed dishing it out. He also got another photo of me.

We had a very light seafood dinner, then talked over a couple bottles of wine over the next two hours. We had a lengthy discussion about our history living with our fetishes. His fantasies were much more general and broad than mine, but they aligned nicely with what I was looking for that weekend. He loved giving women like me what they wanted, and that summed up his desires in a nutshell.

He mentioned that we were expecting a storm that night. But we were on big boat, and it wouldn't be serious. He finally suggested we start another session for the evening. I was drunk, recovered, and anxiously awaiting for him to suggest this. I jumped on the opportunity.

He led me down to the lowest level, into a room behind a thick door. He told me very few people were allowed in there. Behind that door was a room made for very secret things. There were many closets. But I noticed a wooded rack along one side, an upright x-frame in the corner, and a metal grid against one wall. Each had track lighting above them. In the middle, a long bar on the ceiling with adjustable hooks. Directly underneath it, another bar with adjustable loops. The top was about 10 feet long, the bottom, about 5. I knew what it was for - fastening a victim from floor to ceiling. The hooks could be slid to various positions for a great deal of possibilities.

I was not feeling shy by this point, I had a few drinks, and when I saw this room I just blurted out "I want you to tie me up on those bars!". "Ok, whatever you want." he said. I assumed the position I wanted, almost a perfect X, and kept my outfit on. He moved the hooks to the proper positions, and got to work. He tied me up just like on the beach, except vertical now. I was spread in the middle of the room, waiting to see what would happen next. My body was accumulating the humidity.

This is when he looked at me with serious face suddenly. Ok, I know that look, what does he have to tell me. "You might be wondering why I have not been eager to have sex since you've been here."

Yes, this was a bit strange. "Yeah, it crossed my mind." Great, what was he about to tell me.

"It's obviously nothing that's wrong with you. I have a confession to make. These weekends are not for me to have sex with our visitors." "Our!?"

"Please understand what I'm about to tell you. You see, I invited you here to fulfill my fantasies, as well as my wife's. I love doing things to women who want things done to them. Of course I have my criteria, but your fantasies suited them perfectly. My wife on the other hand wants me to live these dreams, that is her fantasy. But I am not to have sex, I must save that for her. That is the entire point of her fantasy."

"Ok, so where does that leave us? I feel kind of dumb, tied up in the middle of this room."

"Well, normally, you would not have known all of this. You would have left tomorrow thinking that I was just not into sex with strangers, and just about the sessions. However, after seeing you, and hearing about the punishment you took on the beach, my wife, for the first time ever, wants to take part in this fantasy."

"What do you think about that?"

"I of course have never been so eager to play out an idea. I am only hoping that you will agree."

"Ok, let's hear it."

"First of all, there is no doubt that my wife is an attractive woman. She wants to take part in a session similar to what we did today. You will be protecting a password, and we will be trying to extract it. The difference however, is that I will be using the electricity, and she will be the physical one. She loves your body, and seems eager to have a visitor who likes to take a belly beating."

"That doesn't sounds too bad. I've always been into women dishing out the pain too."

"Two more things. First, you should know that she is trained in martial arts. She's not a professional, but she is a capable woman."

"Okay."

"Second, to make up for this surprise, we would like to propose an added incentive, a real purpose behind protecting your password. We will give you $100 each minute that you can hold out. That's $6000 each hour. If we go hard on you, we will give you a corresponding break. So know that the more pain you can take, the more you will get paid accordingly. Of course, say the word, and we can continue just you and I as before. If this is too much for you, we can also end this journey at any time you'd like. Rest assured, you can end the session by simply revealing your password, and we can figure out what to do from there. But I am certain that you will love my wife."

"Wow, that's a lot to take in." I took a long pause, as I hung there in my red outfit. "I think this is my dream come true. A man and a woman teamed up on me? And this is the first time I'll have an added incentive." I let my desire overrule any logic, "Let's do this!"

Is this safe? What if she's crazy? What if I'll never get off this boat alive? In return for my ultimate fantasy come true, it might just be worth it.

Part 8

He was ready to start. He brought me the tablet again, and unhooked my arm so that I could enter a password. He fastened my arm again and asked, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"That depends, do you think I can take it?"

"I know you can, and I know you trust me."

"I don't really know what's coming, but I do trust you. Go get your wife."

"You won't regret this." He left the room. Five minutes later, he came back. By now, a thin coating of sweat and humidity was building out of nervousness, and from the weather. He turned on the lighting above me, I felt the heat radiating from the bulbs. I could feel the perspiration accelerate.

He pulled up a table about 10 feet in front of me, then went out and got a jug of water with ice, two glasses and a bottle of brandy. He finally leaned on the table. "We need the password to your account. You see, we are desperate for that money. And desperate people do crazy things. We've called our best interrogator, she will be here shortly. You can tell me now, and save yourself a lot of suffering."

"Go fuck yourself. I don't know what you're talking about." That sets the tone nicely.

The door opens. He was right, I loved her. She was older than me as well, but still gorgeous. I like that, I wanted to be young compared to them. Their younger, sexy subject for interrogation. I wanted them to enjoy me together. She was in amazing shape, so I knew she could dish out good punches and kicks. She was bigger than me too, I liked how that would look and feel as she punished me.

Here’s a photo they gave me to keep of her. Her face was blurred to protect her identity.

She was amazing, I couldn't believe I would get the pleasure of a belly beating from this woman. I started getting really turned on. Another fantasy come true. She walks up to me, "So, you're the girl I've heard so much about. I can tell right away that I'm going to enjoy this." She was 2 feet from me. "If you can just give me that password, you can save us both a lot of trouble."

I don't know what came over me, but I spit right in her face! What the fuck was I thinking? I guess I was pretty drunk too. I kept a defiant face. They both managed to keep a straight face too. She wiped her face as she slowly turned around.

What came next, I could not expect. A quick quarter spin and she snaps a kick. The heel of her foot strikes right above my belly button. I was not ready.

Thunk - My body was thrown back against it's bonds, she must have felt the moist softness of my sweaty unflexed belly in the sole of her foot as her heel forced it's way in - "Unnngggggghghghghghghgh! Gaaaassssssp, gaaassssspp!"

Holy fuck I got the wind knocked out of me. I didn't want to ruin it, I tried to hold it in. I composed myself after the two gasps. They looked concerned.

I gave her a tight smile, and managed to say, "Nice kick, did you learn that from your karate lessons in grade school?" They knew that I was trying to keep things going, and gave me a minute to catch my breath while they pried for the password. They knew I wanted to keep going.

In my mind, it was the perfect introduction to his wife.

Part 9

"Quite a defiant one, aren't you?", she circled around me. He stayed leaning behind the table, and poured two drinks. "Someone in your situation should not be so - " "arroGANT!" From beside me, a couple feet out, she finished her word as she delivered a kick to my belly, the top of her foot connects with my belly button. Slap! "Ung!" That time she made sure I knew it was coming. I continued looking ahead.

She continued circling. "You act tough now. But don't worry, we have many methods of wearing you - "

"DOWN!" An upper cut belly blow from the front - Thud! - and she presses is hard and holds it there. "Mmmmmmm!".

I think, shit, I just made about 3 hundred bucks!

"Well, now that you're warmed up, let's get to the real workout. Now we're going to find out how tough you really are."

Slap! - Another side kick. Slap! Another. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! She was beside me again, pivoting on one foot, while the other barely came down before snapping another kick to my belly. The top of her foot connected perfectly with my belly button each time. She was very skilled. Slap! Slap! Slap! "Ungg!", "Ungghh!", "Mmmmm", "Hugghh!", "Uhhhhgghgh!", Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!. Holy fuck, she gave me about 30 in a row, hard. It was quite a workout. By the end, she was sweating and panting, and so was I. The top of her foot was red, and so was the contact point around my belly button. I looked down at it, and was turned on by the very sight.

She went to the closet and got some scissors. "Let's get these out of the way." She started cutting my jean shorts. "What did you wear under these? Ahhh, nice. This should be fun." She removed the jeans and left the red tight shorts. "They seem a little moist, are you over heating?" She was really enjoying this.

"So about that password. Don't worry for now. I think I'd like to continue what I was doing for a while."

Smack! A front kick snapped right into my navel, the ball of her foot knocks me back a bit.

But I was ready for that. I learned to pay attention after the first kick. Smack! Smack! Two more, "Ungh, Unghhh!".

She turns sideways, and another back kick, heel to belly, THUD! "Unnghghghgh.!" That type of kick was the hardest. About 10 more. THUD! THUD! THUD! "Ungn!, Ughghghg! Uhhhhhh!" It was hard to hold in the air when she kicked me that way. I decided to let one break through, THUNK! "Ooooooooooffffff!!" She stopped there, and let me catch my breath, thankfully.

She looks at him, "Come hold her from behind." He comes over, his erection showing obviously. He steps behind me, and puts me in a full nelson.

She went to town on me for the next 5 minutes or so. Kicks, punches, knees... I ended it with a "Fuck you!"

So she went and got an aluminum baseball bat after that. Two jabs, really hard, Thud! "Unghghghghg!", Thud!, "Unghgghhghghgh!" She left the second one there, and pressed it in further. I let it sink in, I loved feeling the cold steel sink into my navel. She smiled as I let it sink deeper, deeper, all while maintaining eye contact. We saw the pleasure in each other's eyes. "So how about that password?"

"I'll never tell you. You can torture me all you'd like."

She then took two swings at my gut. Tink! Tink! as it hit my hard stomach. She couldn't go full out in case she missed, but the cold steel still forced a grunt out of me. I must have been at 20 minutes by now. Amazing, my dreams coming true, and I was being paid to endure them.

We were both sweating profusely, both panting, and both very, very turned on. He was too for that matter, but didn't have the workout we did.

"Ok, this isn't working." A long pause. "Go get the juice." she said to him. He smiled back at her.

Part 10

She went over to the table, poured a big glass of water, and gulped it back. It looked as though she just ran a marathon. Then she took a nice long swig of booze, and chased it with more water. I guess she wanted to lower her inhibitions as well. I was feeling a bit more sober.

My heart jumped out of my chest when I saw him return with the cart. It was a portable torture device. A modified charging station it seemed, but with some extra stuff on it. It looked like some sort of box, a big knob, and a bunch of plug-ins. The two cables were attached with metal prongs on the end, but there were a bunch of other cables rolled up and hanging off of it with some attachments. This was interesting, I loved it, I wanted to feel what it could do. He left again, and came back with two buckets full of water, each with a couple of sponges inside.

Next, he reached up to adjust my bonds. He slid both upper hooks to the middle, and re-tightened the knots. Now my arms were being pulled straight into the air. She went and got two copper plates. He lifted each foot while she slid them underneath. I felt the cold metal under the soles of my feet. It made my heart race.

Finally, he brought two metal cuffs over. They had a large metal loop on one side, presumably to tie or attach wires. Inside, they were a thick sponge. He dunked them in the buckets, and put them around my wrists, and tightened them with a wing-nut. A liquid seeped out as he did this.

He then took a sponge out of the bucket, and squeezed it over my body. "You might notice this is not water. We use a conductive formula that is more like an oil. It doesn't evaporate, and it will make your body shine, and of course, conduct, nicely."

Boom, boom, boom, my heart was going hard. I was rigged up quite nicely for some electro-torture. And this time, a smoking hot woman was involved. I was on the brink of orgasm. He finished coating every part of me.

"Let's not waste any more time." she said. She attached two sponges to the metal prongs and left one in each bucket. She flipped a switch on the cart, and a loud hum emitted. She turned a knob, tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.

She went over to the table and took another large swig from the bottle, and chased it with a glass of water. "This isn't going to be pretty." She said. "But that's just the way I like it."

She took one prong out of the buckets with each hand, and let the solution drip to the floor, then all over my feet as she held them up to my belly. "Now, what's that password you were going to give us....still no? This box will bring you to a level of pain you've never felt before."

He was watching with a faint smile from across the table. He knew what I wanted.

"I can take it."

Bzzzzzzzzzzktzzzzzzzzzkzkzzzzzz... "Huuuughghghghghghhghghgnnnnnnnn! RRRRRRRRRRaaaaaaaaaaaahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!." .....zzzzzzzzztzzzzzzzzzzktzzzz!

I rose up on my toes, my fists clenched. My body bucked and heaved back and forth as I let out animal sounds into the air. The current ripped through my stomach, from one side to the other. My muscles had uncontrollable spasms. After a few seconds, I had the biggest, wettest orgasm I've ever had. She held them there tightly still...

bzzzzzzzttzzzzzzzzzzktzzzzzzzzzttzzzzzzz. "Ughghggh, ugghghgh, ughghgghhghghghghghhgg!" - Continued orgasm. The amazing part was I could loudly hear the voltage.

This box was made for torture. I could hear the random crackle, as the box reacted to the sponges trying to keep contact with my vibrating body.

She finally released me. I flopped back down, head hanging, panting. Smiling! Holy fuck what a rush! My stomach felt like I just did a long core workout.

They gave me a couple of minutes, and had a drink in the meantime.

She came back with scissors. She removed my top, and admired what she saw. Next, the bottoms. As she pulled them away, we both noticed how soaking wet they were from all the arousal. "Wow, looks like your body is reacting in funny ways to this torture."

Tick-tick-tick. I knew this would hit hard. BZZZZZTKKTKTKZZZZZZTKTKTK!!!

"RRRRRRRRRAAAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHHHH!!!". BZZZKTKTT! "UGHGHGH!". BZZZZZZZKKTT! "HGHGNNNN!" - She continued for a few minutes. Scattered shots to the abs. Each time, I shot up onto my toes, my stomach would feel like it was kicked by a horse, and I'd flop back down. It was the craziest belly torment I had ever felt. I wanted more. "FUCK YOU, I DON'T KNOW!"

Tick-tick. BZZZZZZZZZZZZ.... The buzzing, heaving, yelling, grunting, panting, sweating, screaming and coming continued for at least 20 minutes. I was dripping, and worn down. My stomach muscles were still tingling strongly.

"You're strong! Very strong! The strongest so far! Don't worry, we'll eventually break you." She placed the cables back in their buckets.

Part 11

"I'm tired of all this hard work. How about we rig you up to fry for a while? You're going to love this, all I have to do is sit back, relax, and play with a little knob while I watch your body dance under the current in front of me. Can we make her a little tighter?"

He came over and redid my knots on the ceiling. He looped them back to the ground, then cranked on them so that my arms were stretched to their limits, I was on my toes, and my stomach was nice and tight, slightly sunken.

I was under some strain, but completely excited to hear about the next round. I loved to feel electricity coursing through me, and I've always wanted someone to play with the controls while I danced.

They moved some wires around. Two connections to my wrist cuffs, and two to the copper plates at my feet. Then he came with a metal contraption. It had a thick solid rod that would go inside of me, but other than that looked like some sort of chastity device. The metal bands go up the front and back, to a belt that would go around my waste. The inside was lined with sponges. I know what those were for. They soaked it in conductive fluid, also lubricating, and attached the device. Finally, clamp was attached.

"If you can't tell by now, your entire body will have current coursing through it viciously, and will exit from your vagina and your pelvis. Are you having any second thoughts?" "I think it's going to feel nice. So go fuck yourself!"

"You fucking BITCH!" - PAFFFF!!! An uppercut right to the belly button. "UGHGHGHGHGHNNNNNNN!". Ok that caught me off guard again. She definitely felt her fist sink in. They gave me a couple minutes to catch my breath, but I took it gracefully.

Click - vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv - Tick-tick-tick - Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. A flip of the switch, a turn of the knob, and I had a nice warm stream of voltage coursing through me. My body tensed up. It was the most amazing feeling I've ever had. My insides were warm and vibrating and stimulated. I became more and more wet. My hips were gyrating.

"MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

They watched me for a couple minutes, as I built up and up. Tick-tick-tick. "Ugggghghghh!" Even better, more intense, I started shaking my hips back and forth to get some stimulation from the rod inside me. I started bucking more and more, until, "AhHGHGHGHGHGHGHHGHGHGhhhhhh. Uhngngngngngngngngn! Ahhhghghghghghgh! Ughghghghghghhghghgh!" A fucking huge orgasm ripped through me. They were stunned. They turned it off.

I relaxed, and panted, and after a minute I looked up, "I told you I would like it. Did you sick fucks get off on that? Now will you go fuck yourself?"

Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.... CLICK! BZZZZZZZZRTZTRZTRTTTZZZZZZZZZ!!!! "UUGUUUGUUUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHNNNNNN!!!!" - HOLY FUCK! I screamed into the air. I'm sure anyone nearby would have heard me echoing through the night air. My body, soaked and glistening, was pushed to it's physical limits, writhing, bucking, pulling against the ropes. First my belly arched all the way forward, then my feet strained to lift me higher up on my toes. My fists clenched and turned white. My head was back, my eyes slammed shut, and I became quiet and just took it. In the midst of it all, another orgasm was ripped from my body. I was extremely rigid, vibrating slightly, and loving every minute of it. I started gyrating my hips a little again, I think it let them know I was taking it well. I worked up another orgasm after about a minute. It was another intense one. I continued on - Bzzzzzzztrtrzzzzzzztzzzzzzz!

I strained to look back down at them. I was overwhelmed with eroticism, they were both watching me and touching themselves!

I forced myself to breath, I grunted out - "I-is thhhh...at all y....ou got?"

I suddenly felt a bit of fear. Was I already at my limit?

Tick - "Ugghghghhg!" - I think I was in trouble now. I lookup up and shut my eyes.

Tick - "Kkkkkkhhhhttt" - I can't make much more noise, I'm out of wind.

Tick - blinding tension shoots through my. Another orgasm explodes. I can't believe my body was still reacting this way. I was so turned on, astonished, but scared. This was the first time I lost control. It was in their hands. That last taunt led her to say "Fuck it, I'm going to take this bitch for a ride." When I heard that, I knew this would be something else.

"If you can hear me, shake your head." I did, but barely. Thank god they were still thinking of me.

"You're going to give us that password!" she yelled. Call me crazy, but I miraculously turned my hands slightly, and put up two middle fingers. I was amazed with myself, I defied all logic, my body wanted more, I wanted more.

I forced myself to hold them there. Tick - another minute of amazing tension, like a freight train through me. It felt like my muscles were exhausted, they weren't as tense, my body didn't react as hard. The sensation just got more intense.

Tick - This is it, I want this. I'm going to push on as far as I can go. My middle fingers remained. More, more more. BZZZZZZZZTRRRRRTTTTZZZZZZZZ!!!

Tick - Another explosion of power, my body was giving up, it was desensitizing, and no longer reporting as much sensation back to me. I could still feel the orgasm trickle out, and remain. This one didn't end. I was at the peak of agony and ecstasy, and they combined. My body entered a state where it was just going along for the ride, and my eroticism took over and decided to feed me a big long, continuous orgasm.

Tick - I was barely aware, body rigid. Short, spasmic breaths.

Tick - Barely any more pain, I just enjoyed the ride.

Tick - I'm started to pass out. The orgasm was will coursing through me. The current was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was sure they were getting off by now.

Tick - BZZZZZZZZTRTRTTTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Tick....

Tick....

I was then released, but totally unaware by this point.

I slowly came back, breathing very deeply, trying to catch my breath. Slumped down, head hanging, I looked down as my stomach went in and out deeply, chest up and down, still burning and tingling and shaky as hell, exhausted, a pool of fluid at my feet, "Enough."

"Alpha - Golf - Fiver - Seven - Whiskey - India - Spectacular."

AG57WIS was entered into the tablet. He looked at her and nodded affirmative.

Part 12

"Holy shit you can take a punishment!" she said. "You weren't kidding." as she looked at him. "That was so fucking hot. You were amazing!"

I felt so proud of myself, I managed to impress her.

"I've never done anything like this before, and you were the perfect subject for my first time. Sorry if I got carried away with the electricity."

"No, not at all, I loved it! That was amazing! I love the equipment you guys have." I told them.

"Yeah, we've been collecting it for a while, but we've never had this much fun with it."

They came over and untied my feet. Then my arms. I sat on the floor, and laid back. I started taking the equipment off, then they started helping me. I was absolutely drenched in sweat, and still panting a bit.

Once the equipment was off, they stood over me. One on each side. They looked down at me as my sweaty body lied there. I put my arms above my head to taunt them. My belly was moving in and out as I breathed, still heavily.

She placed one of her feet on my belly lightly, and it moved up and down with my breathing. Her cold foot felt nice on my sweaty stomach. "Fucking sexy." she said, as she shook her foot a bit, then removed it.

"That felt nice." I said. She got the hint. She put her foot back on.

"It felt nice for me too. I'm into a lot of the same things you are, I just never thought I wanted to share with anyone other than my husband. I couldn't resist you though. Especially after he told me what happened on the beach. So, can your belly take some weight?"

I nodded.

She pushed down harder with her foot, and I tensed up. "This is so hot." she said.

She gave me a few hard stomps with her heel, and pressed it in.

Then she put both hands on her husband’s shoulders on the other side of me, and stepped up onto me with both feet. When she looked down at me, I made sure to look delighted. I was, this turned me on immensely. I loved having her gorgeous, soft, cold feet pressing into me.

I released my stomach muscles, and she sunk down. This was very hard to take, but her feet were sunken right into my gut. "Wow." she said. By now, he was fully erect. She started playing with him with one hand. I had to tense up my belly again, and she lifted up.

"Is this ok with you?" "More than ok." I said. He started playing with her too. She then started lifting one foot at a time, putting her weight from right to left to right to left. I couldn't help it, I started touching myself to.

She stopped suddenly, stepped down, and said "I want to try to take some." "Ok.", me and him both said at the same time, and we all smiled. "What do you want to do?" I asked.

Part 13

"I want to be strung up like you were, and take a beating and some shock treatment. But nothing as hard as you did."

Unbelievable, a wave of excitement ran through me. I would love to do this to her. "I'll go easy on you." I said. "What about me?" Oh yeah, he might want a turn. "How about we take turns." he suggested.

The rest of the night was unbelievable. We went on to torture his wife. She didn't take as much as me, but she did good. We took turns punching her sexy stretched tight belly as she was tied up. I gave her some shots with the sponges, and gave myself a few in between. We fried her for a while, the same way they did to me. She also had an orgasm with the metal device in her. I loved juicing her, and pushed her a bit further than she wanted to go.

They eventually started asking me what I wanted to do. We took a break, and all started drinking. It was going to be a drunk experience for all of us from here. Things got more playful as we drank.

I came up with a crazy idea. It was his turn to take some punishment. We made him lie down on a copper plate. Then his wife grabbed his erection and would hit the tip with a wet sponge, sending current down his shaft and out of his ass cheeks. He really got off on this. I played with the controls while she did this. She finally held the sponge there while I slowly turned up the juice. He got tenser, and tenser, all the time looking like he loved it. Finally, he exploded all over the place. He had a lot of built up tension from the day's events. He didn't go down after that.

Then his wife did something amazing. She got on top of him, inserted, and with a jumper cable and sponge in each hand. She held them to both sides of her flexed belly. Her husband said, "This should be interesting."

"Give it to me." she said.

I was thrilled. I started cranking the machine up. She started riding him, and they both looked like they loved it. We went higher, higher, higher, until it got really intense. I started playing with myself too.

I would bring them up, then down, and repeat. Then I started giving them some good jolts. They would both tense up, and groan, but it looked like they wanted more. We had one final rise. I kept going higher and higher, and they got more and more crazy. I wonder what it felt like to have the juice going through you while having sex?

They both erupted in what looked like a crazy orgasm for both of them, and I slowly ramped down the current. She slumped down onto him, and they had to catch their breath. I'm guessing they didn't say any more because of the dilemma that I was not to interact with them sexually. It was pretty obvious that she didn't like to share like that. I would not get to try this for myself.

The night went on and we got very drunk. No sexual contact for me, but I was ok with that. We did various things till early hours of the morning. We exchanged more belly punishment, more electricity, and all had multiple orgasms through the night. By the end, we were all sweaty, wet, exhausted messes.

I remember going punch for punch with her, then kick for kick, then stomp for stomp, all while he watched and masturbated. The sweat would splash, we were hitting each other so hard. Then we went jolt for jolt to the belly with two sponges. The current got pretty high, and we both took pretty intense 5 seconds blasts to the midsection.

Then we got hooked up at the same time, each tied to a hook on the ceiling, standing on a copper plate. The current came in through the wrist cuffs. He would turn the current higher and higher. We were facing each other, and made this into a competition. Whoever lifted their feet off the copper plate first would lose. We took things pretty far with this game.

Next, I lied down on the copper plate, and let her stand on my belly. This made the current come through her feet and into me. This was pretty intense too. We switched positions after I came.

We finally made it into the bedroom for even more electro play and standing, but I don't remember this. I only have the pictures to show.

Things get more and more foggy as we continued to drink. All I can tell you is I had the night of my life trying out just about everything I ever dreamed of, all with this beautiful couple.

We all must have stumbled back to our rooms. I passed out in my bed alone that night, but honestly don't remember going to bed. I do have a vague recollection of the last couple hours, and I can tell you that we all lived our wildest fantasies that night.

Part 14

When I woke up the next morning, the plane was already waiting for me. I got cleaned up, dressed, and made my way to the deck. I was pretty stiff from the punishments I had taken the night before, but it was all worth it.

There they were having a morning coffee and bite to eat. "Good morning. I hope you're feeling ok." she said.

"I feel amazing. Sorry I slept in."

"No worries, you needed some rest." They both smiled at me. They told me I had time to have a quick breakfast with them. The pilot just arrived and could wait a bit. We talked about how great the previous night was. It was a little awkward at this point, but not too bad.

After breakfast, she told me to follow her. She brought me inside, and handed me an envelope. Wow, I forgot all about our deal! I was pretty drunk, but I also didn't care about money in the midst of my crazies fantasies coming true.

"Last night is a bit of a blur, but a deal is a deal. You took a lot more of an interrogation than we thought you would, but it was well worth it. There's more than enough to cover your time in there." The envelope was quite thick.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to go. I had a great time." Would they invite me back? I hoped so. I really loved the dynamic the three of us had. I liked being their guest. I wanted to leave a good impression.

I lifted my shirt to expose my belly.

"I'm surprised, but it looks ok this morning, just like normal. So I figured I would ask you to take a few more shots to give me something I can remember. Last night is a bit hazy." She smiled. She backed me up to the wall, and lifted my arms over my head. She tied my shirt in a knot so that it stayed up. She started breathing more heavily with excitement. She gave me another 20 punches or so, and a few more side-kicks, and one hard as fuck heel to my belly. I was a bit winded, but I loved the way she could punch and kick my stomach. My belly was left red. One final image for her to remember me by.

It was time to go. I said my farewell, we didn't say any more than necessary. Open ended, that was ok I guess. They knew how to contact me. I supposed I would return to my life, and wait for my next chance to come to the beach.