She’s mounted on a small stage, on a hard wooden chair. Her collar is attached at the back to the upright back of the chair, with her wrists secured near her shoulders. Her knees are in loops, keeping them wide open and her ankles have just enough length in the chain connected to her cuffs to allow a small amount of movement.
It’s a cold and impersonal position, and one that wouldn’t normally suit her, but tonight they’re trying something a little different. Her red painted toes wiggle, and her matching fingernails clench and unclench as she explores the restraints. She’s unable to move much, but he checks she’s able to give the signal he’ll be watching closely for that stops the whole thing.
He kisses her deeply, and she closes her eyes to savour the organic connection, knowing she’ll be starved of contact for a while. Then he fits her ballgag, strokes her face, and steps away to lower the lights.
In the almost darkness she hears the muffled shuffling of feet, the clink of glasses and excited whispering. One or two voices seem familiar, but she can’t concentrate enough to place them exactly.
She concentrates on her breathing, focuses on her heart rate, and tries to remain calm. This fantasy has been on her mind for a long, long time, and having it crystallise into reality could become overwhelming.
If he’s set up everything correctly, that’s exactly what it will be.
Silence now, then the swish of a curtain being drawn back, followed by a click and light fills her senses. She blinks and squints into it, hearing gasps and laughs of delight. As her eyes become accustomed to the brightness, she starts to pick out features she knows.
Couples mostly, people they’ve played with before, and as she swivels her eyes to take them all in her memory serves up images of them in various happy encounters. As she looks around, she realises that she’s licked everyone in the room to orgasm at least once. She feels herself blush at the thought, then the reality of just how exposed and vulnerable she is in this moment floods her brain, and she moans into her gag.
This gets an appreciative response from her audience, and the helplessness of being exhibited like this fills her mind and she struggles against the unmoving restraints.
His hand sliding over her shoulder from behind calms her immediately, and she becomes aware of how fast she’s breathing through her nose, slowing it consciously as his heavy hand rests between her breasts. It feels slightly slippery, and she realises she’s sweating already.
Seeming to read her mind, he comes around and looks into her eyes. “Give me a number,” he instructs, and she puts up two fingers on each hand. If she gets to five he stops the whole thing, but his checking in calms her considerably.
On the edge of her vision, he’s working on something, then she feels his strong fingers applying lube to her asshole. Nothing he hasn’t done a thousand times before, but with such an audience it feels intensely intimate. She doesn’t have much time to ponder before he’s pushing the plug in, however, and she rolls her hips as it finds its place.
Working swiftly, he connects a pair of nipple clamps. Not the harsh and painful clover clamps she has a love/hate relationship with, but a slightly gentler set, and she moans softly as his fingers carefully seat them on her hard nipples.
She doesn’t wonder for long about the clover clamps, as she recognises their weight and savage pinch on her labia seconds later. They pull on her plump lips, exposing her swollen clit to the room, and she moans again as they settle into position.
Finally his fingers take a grip of her clit, and finding the right position he fits yet another clamp behind the swell of the head. As she starts to doubt this whole experience, he looks into her eyes and checks in again. Two fingers, is her response.
Time for the real action to start then, as everyone in the room knows. Quiet seems to fall quite naturally, and every eye is on her as he switches on the electric shock machine.
The lowest setting to begin with, first in her ass, then her labia, then up to her nipples and finally on her clit. She’s barely aware of her reaction, but as the shock fades away she begins to take in the mixture of delight, amusement and arousal in the faces around her.
No time to think, as the second wave hits. Everywhere at once this time, her body tenses and she groans through the gag again, a string of drool escaping at the side of her mouth. She shivers visibly at the indignity of it, but again the shock comes, seemingly at random across her body, and the thought slips from her mind.
Her consciousness follows the shocks around her body, one second the tingling in her nipples, before the hard, involuntary squeeze of her asshole and the world of dazzling light that fills her mind when it stimulates her clitoris. She drifts out of the room, her vision unprocessed as her brain tries to handle the confusion of impulses.
Time passes, and she finds herself back in the room with just a pulsing in her ass. She sees him with the audience now, looking back at her with a glass of red wine in his hand. The woman next to him is holding the remote now, and seems focused on exploring the reactions each different zone elicits.
She feels like a laboratory rat, splayed open and examined, nowhere to hide, then the shock in her ass goes off the scale and she screams into the gag.
Minutes, hours pass, and each time the room drifts back into focus someone different is holding the box. Other chat amongst themselves, one or two kissing, a woman on her knees sucking a cock, and his gaze always unwavering on her. He lowers his head a little and makes pointed eye contact, then looks at her hand. She thinks for a moment, then raises three fingers on each hand. Then the intensity washes over her again.
Suddenly she’s back in the room, and there’s a warm mouth on her toes. Her eyes flick across and he’s smiling at her while sucking. The shocks have dissipated to a low buzz that she feels everywhere. Maybe she’s getting accustomed to it, she thinks.
His hand slides up her leg now, and the warmth of his touch contrasts deeply with the harshness of the shocks and restraints. He reaches her pussy, and she’s shocked to feel how wet she is against his fingers. He pushes two inside her pussy, then brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.
From that moment his hands don’t leave her, and she mentally follows his touch up and around her body as he positions himself with a hand on her chest and his mouth at her ear. His other hand controls the shocks, and he speaks quietly into her ear. She doesn’t know or care if the rest of the room can hear him, but his words become her total focus.
“You recognise most of these people, I know that. In fact, they were chosen very carefully. Every single person here, even the two men whose faces are unfamiliar to you, has been brought to orgasm by your talented mouth.”
She moans at the words, suddenly feeling the ache in her clit.
“And since you’ve been such a good girl and given them all such pleasure, they’ve all had a turn with the remote, playing with your reaction to the shocks. And they’ve all watched your tiniest reaction to it all. Nobody missed a moment of your experience”
Another drooly moan, her eyes wandering the room to meet the twenty or so pairs of eyes on her.
“So now, since everyone has been so generous as to give you all this attention, we’re going to give them a nice little show to end the evening. You’re going to perform for us all, and we’ll enjoy the whole intense experience along with you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
She nods, as much as she can manage in the tight collar.
The shocks in her nipples increase, pulsing as they do, and she breathes hard. Her labia next, with a slower pulse, and she starts to fade out of the room again.
A slap on her face, and his voice in her ear brings her back, “You’re staying right here, these people want to see exactly how your body reacts to a messy, squirty orgasm.”
The ache builds in her clit again, just as he turns up the power in her ass. Tension fills her body, then he sets the clamp on her clit to a rolling pulse and she can’t do anything but try and roll her hips, to try and hump the air.
“Oh, you’re so close my greedy girl. Not until I say, then you cum when I tell you, understand?”
She nods.
“Five,” he says in her ear.
“Four,” and the whole room is saying it with him.
“Three,” they chorus, growing louder.
“Two,” laughter and cheers now
“One,” and they seem to fall silent as she strains to hear him.
“Cum for us now, show us all how good it feels…”
And she cums, great waves rolling through her and she feels herself squirting hard. She’s aware of a screaming moan, and realises it’s coming from her, then it all fades away.
Then she’s in his arms, her body heavy with exhaustion, and the room is empty. “I’ve had someone run you a bath,” he whispers. “Then we can join the party when you feel up to it.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yuzrl8/group_therapy_bondage_electric_shocks_fm_group