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as the cool metal found its base inside me. The second rope was wound around my wrists, binding them securely behind my back, and the first rope was then attached to my wrists. It was a simple rig, which meant if I tugged on my ropes, the hook inside me shifted. Shannon spoke as she worked.
    “These are breakaway bonds,” she explained, placing one end of a rope in my hand. “If you pull on this then everything will come unraveled. Since we’re going to be leaving you here, this is for emergencies only. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” I agreed, keeping my head straight and eyes lowered.
    She walked around and showed me the nipple clamps again—clover clamps, my favorites. The deep burn in my chest as she attached them warmed me and helped me sink into my subspace. I tested my footing, rocking on the balls of my feet and wishing for a spreader bar, or a gag, or something else, another element to this perfect torture.
    “Calm down,” Master said as he came over and checked Shannon’s work. “I’m not going to do anything else to you for a moment. This is a treat from Shannon. Just watch, Jesse. There are no limitations on your orgasms this evening.”
    “Thank you, Master,” I said, keeping my sight line low. He turned to go back to Shannon, then hesitated at my soft intake of breath. He was by my side again in an instant.
    “Okay?” he checked, searching my eyes.
    “Yes, Master, of course,” I said, trying to figure out how to ask him. “It’s just… can I have my collar, please?” The last words were whispered.
    “Of course you can,” he said warmly, fetching it for me and fastening it around my neck. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. “Is that better?”
    “Yes. Thank you.”
    My cock twitched at his words, then grew in length as he kissed me passionately. Master kissed over my cheek and bit my shoulder, then went to Shannon and the area he had set up on the padded table. To her credit, she hadn’t commented on our exchange.
    “Strip,” Master commanded of her, turning the tables from the earlier command she had issued to me, and she did, silently finishing her coffee and piling her clothes on my spanking chair. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
     
     
    I HAD a perfect view of them from where I’d been tied up, and Master made quick work of attaching Shannon by the wrists and ankles to the table with thick leather straps.
    “We’ve used different instruments in the past,” Master said to me, “but Shannon prefers a Violet Wand, and I like the results from it, too, so that’s what we’ll be using today. A Violet Wand is a device that emits a low-current, high-frequency electric shock. It’s adjustable, so I can make it a little buzz or a burning snap.”
    He demonstrated by running the device along Shannon’s skin, and I could see the electricity jump across, like a static electricity ball where the little points of purple light follow your fingertips. It looked very much the same as one of those.
    Shannon barely registered the snap and gave Will a deadpan look that clearly said “ is that it? ”
    “Electricity is a great way to work with a painslut like Shannon,” Master continued. “She’d happily let me beat her until she bled, or use sharps—needles, knives; as a Dom it’s important to know the sub’s limits even when they’re begging you for more. Electricity isn’t going to leave a mark, and because of the very low amperage it’s not going to leave lasting damage. I can cause her to scream in the same way she’d scream for a needle or a bullwhip, but not draw any blood or leave any bruises.”
    “The best of both worlds.”
    He ran the device under the soft swell of her breasts, where I knew girls were so sensitive, and suddenly her back was arching off the table, and she screamed as the purple spark jumped to her skin. Master seemed pleased with her reaction and repeated it on the other side, earning him a similar reaction.
    Master was