Remote-Controlled Things

Did you know they still sell shock collars at pet stores?

Because seriously, I didn’t.  I would’ve thought that all the animal rights activists would’ve made them illegal or something.  It really surprised me.

Which shows how much I know, right?

But the point is that they do sell them, and I bought one, and it got in yesterday.

I got the small size, and when kazander got home, I fastened it around his cock and balls, with the box and two electrical prongs sitting underneath his sack.

The remote has 16 settings, but kazander can’t go much past the seventh.  So we didn’t really go much higher than that.

After the collar was securely fastened, I put the remote in my pocket and we headed to the munch.

And really, the munch was a lot of fun.  Both of the other leaders weren’t feeling well, so I found myself being the only group leader there.  Thankfully, one of the board members was also there, so when it came time to collect the group donations, I helped her count it, and then she took it home with her.  Which is good, because I was seriously fucking anxious about that.

I don’t touch other people’s money.  It’s a hard limit.  I will never be a group treasurer or whatever, will never “do anyone a favor” by taking money to be deposited, will never “just hold on to it” for anyone, will never work in a position that requires working with money, nothing.  There have been instances in the past when I’ve been wrongfully accused of stealing, and had no way to prove my innocence, that feeling fucking sucks.  So now, to avoid that ever happening again, I just don’t put myself in that position.

Ever.  At all.  Nope, nope, nope.

Anyway, we were sitting at the munch, both of us engrossed in conversation, and I would occasionally press the button and turn it on, watching kazander wince or groan under his breath every time.

Super fun.

And the range is impressive, too.  When he went outside for a cigarette, and I stayed inside, I decided to see just how far the range was.  The package said up to 100 yards, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to try.

He felt it.  Through the walls of the building, he felt it.

Fucking awesome, man.

Of course, since I left the remote sitting on the table, eventually someone saw it and was curious.

“What is that?” she asked.

“A remote,” I said, grinning.

“To your car?”

“No, to him.”

I told them about the shock collar, and one of them immediately suggested I turn it on while he’s standing at the urinal, which I thought was a fucking brilliant idea.  He’s lucky that I decided not to try that out in public.

So I teased him and messed with him more at the munch, and then we went home.  He started to take it off, but I stopped him, and told him I wanted it left on.  I wasn’t done with it yet.

Some time passed, and we were both more or less doing our own things.  Then, I sat down next to him on the couch (he was naked, I wasn’t) and started playing with his dick and the remote.  I spanked him, I dragged my nails across his ass, I said all sorts of wonderfully degrading things to him, all that fun stuff.

Then I told him I wanted my feet worshiped, so he lied down on the floor in front of the couch.  One foot, I put on his face, and the other went between his legs, toying with his dick and balls (and being extremely careful not to accidentally shock the hell out of my foot in the process).

The remote has buttons with a plus and minus sign, to set the level of intensity.  But it also has a really nifty feature.  It’s got a separate button with +2 on it.  Pressing this button will temporarily raise the intensity two levels higher than what the remote is set to.  So that’s fucking awesome, and I took advantage of that quite a bit.

He came with my foot in his mouth.  And as soon as he started to cum, I pressed that +2 button and held it throughout the orgasm.

Which I thought was highly entertaining.

Afterward, he sat up, resting his head against my knee, while I ran the fingers of one hand through his hair and played around on my laptop with the other.  It wasn’t long before he dozed off, curled up around my feet.

So that was nice… The lack of kinky fun in my life was really bothering me, so being able to play with our new toy was awesome.

Oooh!  Oooh!  And I finally get to see sissy again tomorrow, too!  Freakin’ yay!  I haven’t been able to see her in weeks.

I haven’t quite decided all of what I’m going to do with her yet, but I think it’s definitely time to push some of kazander’s forced bi boundaries… So we’ll see how that goes.  I’m excited.  And as of this writing, kazander and I haven’t quite figured out the best time to have her come over, either.  We’re trying to coordinate it so that one of the relatives will have the spawn, and we won’t have to worry about that… If we can make that happen, and have sissy over with no kid in the house, that would be amazing.

I’m going back to see sounder, as well, on Tuesday.  We both have scheduling things this weekend that make play impossible, and there are actually a couple of different things I’m really fucking impatient to do to him, so the wait sucks, but it’ll definitely be worth it.

So between kazander, sissy, and sounder, the next few days will be nice and kinky… Which is awesome, because my mother is still fucking here, and we’re planning a fucking triple wedding (and I’m still unclear as far as the logistics of that) in our backyard on September 5th, which is also the day of the Femdom group’s 1-year-anniversary party.  And I’m also heading to North Carolina in the middle of September, to spend yet another week with my mom, because apparently I’ve a masochistic streak.

But there will be one hell of a bright spot during that stay, which will make the rest of it much more bearable, and right before I leave, I’m seeing another boy, who is flying out to Vegas, and I haven’t seen him in like, two years.  He started out as one of my customers during my ProDomme days (cue the gasps and disapproving glares) in Alabama, and it just kind of grew from there.  He usually comes out once a year, but last year, I was horrifically sick (all of Vegas was, man… It was nuts) and couldn’t see him.  So I’m definitely excited about seeing him this year.  I don’t know if we’ll be able to do a lot of play, but there’s one thing I want to do with him, and will absolutely findafuckingway to make it happen.

He’s buying a wireless remote-controlled vibrating egg (I do love remote-controlled things).  He’s having the remote delivered to my house, so somehow, someway, it will end up in his butt when I meet him at the mall.  And I’ll have a lot of fun playing with the remote while we’re walking around or grabbing a bite or whatever it is we end up doing.

That may be all I’ll get to do with him, depending on a lot of factors I won’t know about until closer to the date, but even if that’s all we get to do, it’ll still be fun, and it’ll be great seeing him again.

So yeah, lots to look forward to!

10 thoughts on “Remote-Controlled Things

  1. Mic says:

    Yes, you’ve go to love some little shocking from time to time …

    I’m wondering that the collar goes up to such high level electrocution. If it’s not bearable für Kazander it shouldn’t be bearable for dogs, too.

  2. Wow….the shock collar sounds like fun. Well maybe not so much for kazander. Maybe I will get MrsL one for her birthday coming up next month!

  3. For those interested in exploring shock collars, Cabelas.com has a freakishly large selection.

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