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It’s a shock

“T rust isn’t easy for me…”

“I have noticed,” Lord Murray replies in a serious tone.

Satisfied that he understands how difficult this is for me, I choose to move forward with our scene. Although he is thoroughly intimidating, I lower my eyes in respect rather than fear.

“I would like to scene with you, Rìgh.”

The trainer rests his large hand on my shoulder. “Tonight, I will only push you as far as you are willing to go.”

My heart starts to race, wondering what he could possibly mean by that.

“You indicated that you did not know what a violet wand is. Today, I will let you experience its allure.”

A table is lowered from the ceiling, and two assistants bring out a small stand and a mysterious box. They set them down next to Lord Murray and bow to the trainer before leaving the stage.

“Open the lid, wild thistle.”

I lift the lid, expecting to see something purple. Instead, I see a black electrical wand with a cord attached. Next to it are several glass pieces nestled in foam.

Picking up the wand, Lord Murray inserts one of the glass attachments and plugs it into an outlet on the floor. “The violet wand is essentially a modified Tesla coil,” he informs me. “The fittings are electrodes made of tempered glass with argon gas inside.”

None of that means anything to me, but the moment he flicks the switch, the air hums with an electrical current. I smile when I notice the glass attachment glows with a purple light.

Lord Murray touches the glass piece with his finger, and it crackles with electricity. “When this glass electrode is positioned near skin, tiny bolts of electricity jump between the two, creating a physical sensation that can feel as light as a tickle or as sharp as the blade of a knife dragged across your skin.”

I stare at the violet wand with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

He runs the wand down his hairy arm. “When the electrode touches the skin, it has a minimal effect, but when you pull it away, it increases the intensity of the shock…”

My eyes widen when I see a spark of electricity jump from the instrument to his arm. Pointing to the other glass electrodes inside the box, he explains, “Each one is shaped to deliver different levels of intensity.”

Glancing back at the glass electrode on the device, he informs me, “We’ll begin with this one. The mushroom shape is wider and will sting less.”

Turning off the instrument, he sets it down on the table. “You must strip down completely and take off any jewelry you’re wearing.”

My heart begins to beat like a drum as I lean against the table and undress slowly, building up my courage.

I can feel everyone’s gaze glued on me as I add each piece of clothing to the neat pile. The very last thing I take off is the only piece of jewelry I’ve ever worn—my father’s class ring from high school—that I’ve wrapped with yarn on the back to fit my finger.

Laying his ring on top of my pile, I feel an acute sense of loss. But I refuse to back out now. Taking a deep breath, I stand up and face my classmates.

I lift my chin slightly higher, telling myself, I can do this…

“Bindings or no bindings?” Lord Murray asks in his low, gravelly voice.

I shiver at the question, and answer with the phrase I was taught when indicating no. “Bindings only if it pleases you, Rìgh.”

“Very well. No bindings tonight.”

I relax somewhat.

“Lie on your stomach and turn your face toward your classmates so that they can learn with you.”

As I lay down on the table, I lock eyes with Michelle, who gives me a little smile and a discreet thumbs up. It’s reassuring to know someone is rooting for me, especially when I catch Beefcake scowling from the seat behind her.

“First, we will begin on the lightest setting. I’ll increase the intensity from there,” Lord Murray explains as he picks up the instrument.

Before he turns it on, Headmaster Wallace tells the class, “Notice when introducing an instrument with an inexperienced partner, Lord Murray begins with light stimulation so his submissive can acclimate to the electrical current. As with any new activity, open communication is key during a scene.”

Lord Murray turns on the violet wand, and the humming starts.

I have zero clue what to expect. My only experience with electricity was as a small child. My two brothers convinced me to put my tongue on a nine-volt battery. I’ll never forget how pissed my daddy got when he found out.

Lord Murray touches my skin with the buzzing glass, then lightly traces it down my back. I’m seriously disappointed. The stimulation is so light, it doesn’t even tickle.

“Color?”

I answer him honestly. “I can’t give it a color, Rìgh. I don’t feel anything.”

He lifts the instrument above my skin and makes another pass. Although I can hear the sparks crackling, it doesn’t feel that much different to me. When he turns the violet wand all the way up, I’m still unimpressed.

Turning the wand off, he switches to an electrode that comes to a thin point. Once again, he starts with a lower setting, but as he grazes it down my back, he must be able to tell it’s not having much of an effect because he continues to turn it up.

“Describe how this feels to you.”

I think for a moment before answering. “It’s like an irritating itch.”

“Really?”

I turn my head slightly and catch a surprised look on his face.

Shutting it off again, he attaches an electrode that looks like a thick comb. “The multiple points of contact should be more stimulating for you.”

Once again, Lord Murray starts on a lower setting, but as he grazes the instrument down my back, I beg him to turn it up. On the highest setting, I can smell the tinny scent of ozone. I feel the sting of electricity on my back coming from the line of points of the comb.

“Color?” he asks.

“Green. I find it somewhat relaxing.”

“Interesting…” he states.

Lord Murray then grazes the electrode over the soles of my feet, and it makes me giggle. When he moves to the sensitive area at the back of my knee, it tickles even more.

“Turn onto your back for me, wild thistle.”

I do so without reservation, no longer afraid of the buzzing instrument. This position is far more entertaining because I can see the glowing purple light of the violet wand and the sparks Lord Murray creates with it.

I stare with growing interest as he grazes the teeth of the comb across my stomach. When he commands me to look up at him, I smile to let him know I’m enjoying it.

Lord Murray raises an eyebrow and then grazes my inner thigh, which I find equally ticklish, and I giggle again.

“Shall we see how your nipples react to the violet wand?” he murmurs huskily.

“Please.”

My eyes grow wide as he hovers the comb over my breast, and I watch with fascination as the sparks jump to my nipple. Although I feel the jolt, it only stings for a bit.

Watching my expression, he says, “You seemed to enjoy that.”

“I do.”

Turning it higher, he positions the violet wand over my breasts without touching them, and the wand crackles with electricity as it sparks against my skin. “Better?”

“Yes, Rìgh.”

After teasing both of my breasts with the electrical current, he commands, “Open your legs.”

I’m buzzing with a sense of excitement mixed with vulnerability as I open my legs to him, wondering what it will feel like.

Holding my breath, I watch him drag the comb down my stomach and stop just at the mound of my pussy. He teases me further by repositioning himself. Starting at my ankles, he moves up to my inner thighs, skillfully building the anticipation.

“I don’t often find a submissive who can handle this level of intensity, regardless of their experience, wild thistle.”

I grin, feeling like a total badass!

Certain he’s about to do something seriously kinky with that violet wand, I’m surprised when he turns it off.

“Because of your high tolerance for electrical stimulation, I will show you one last thing this instrument can do before I end our scene tonight.”

Feeling intensely proud of this hidden superhero ability I never knew I possessed, I watch with interest as he picks up a new electrode. This one is vastly different from the others. Instead of being made of glass, it has a long chain attached to a small metal plate.

He smiles as he inserts it into the wand. “With this, I can electrify myself.”

My heart starts to race when Lord Murray lifts his shirt and slips the flat metal piece between the waistband of his pants and his skin, explaining, “The contact plate must have full contact with skin in order to work.”

This time, when Lord Murray turns on the wand, I only hear a faint humming sound.

“I am now electrified…” he announces with a glint in his eye. Grazing his fingertips along my skin, I feel a mild shock between us and I smile.

“You may call your safeword at any time,” he says with a wicked grin, lightly tracing his fingers over my breasts before pinching my nipple.

I gasp softly, turned on by the erotic feel of his electrified touch. He teases first one nipple and then the other before leaning down. Hovering his lips over my right breast, he tells me, “It’s not just my hands that are electrified.”

My eyes widen as he lowers his mouth and kisses my nipple.

I squirm at the warmth of his lips as the current of electricity passes between us. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before and my pussy gushes with excitement.

“There are so many things I could do with you, wild thistle,” he growls. With his mouth just inches from my throat, he adds, “I could nibble on your neck, or I could even bite you there.” He places his hand on my inner thigh. “However, we’re almost out of time…”

I’ve completely forgotten about everyone else in the auditorium and sigh in genuine disappointment.

“So, I will end our violet wand session with oral sex.”

I can barely breathe as I watch Lord Murray move to the end of the table. His hands deliver multiple shocks as he pulls my ass to the edge of it and lowers his mouth above my pussy. He stops for a moment, looking up at me from between my legs.

“Is this what you want?”

Unable to speak, I just nod vigorously.

The moment he licks me with his electrified tongue, the two of us groan in unison. The tingling sensation caused by the electricity passing between his tongue and my wet pussy feels both strange and incredibly erotic.

It doesn’t take long before my hips arch of their own accord and I push my pussy against his mouth. My climax builds as he teases me with his tongue, getting me so close…so dangerously close to climaxing.

But…I can’t quite get there.

It’s a desperate feeling, riding so close to the edge without release. The moment I start to worry if I’ll actually come, my building orgasm dissipates and I lose it.

So I do what I’ve done with all my boyfriends in the past, and fake an orgasm. My enthusiastic cries echo through the auditorium and, seconds later, I collapse on the table like a rag doll.

When Lord Murray pulls away, I can feel the sexual energy vibrating from everyone in the room and suspect there are a lot of wet seats among my peers.

Lord Murray takes the towels offered to him by the assistant and cares for me before wiping his beard and mustache. As he helps me off the table, he leans in and whispers sternly, “ We will discuss what you just did later .”

I’m crushed when I hear the disappointment in his voice, because I meant my performance to be a compliment. It’s not his fault I can’t come during oral, and I wanted him to know I thoroughly enjoyed my session with him.

After helping me to dress, I stand beside the massive trainer nervously as we face the panel.

Headmaster Wallace looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “Miss Lane, how would you rate this scene?”

“The violet wand wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought, so it’s an eight out of ten for me.”

He tilts his head slightly and continues to stare at me, while the other two trainers eye me critically. “We noticed you appear to have a high pain tolerance. Is that normal for you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Interesting…”

This is the second time I’ve heard that tonight, and I noticed the other trainers scribble something on their pads.

I’m beginning to wonder if that is actually a problem.

Headmaster Wallace turns his attention to Lord Murray. “Is there anything you would like to add?”

“I was impressed by Miss Lane’s openness to try something unfamiliar, as well as her clear communication during the scene.”

“Noted,” the headmaster states.

Turning his attention back to me, Headmaster Wallace says, “You may thank your Dom and return to your seat.”

I face Lord Murray, feeling both embarrassed and grateful to him. “Thank you, Rìgh.”

He nods at me somberly.

I hurry off the stage, relieved to return to my seat and be out of the spotlight. Michelle pats my knee enthusiastically.

But Beefcake leans over and says in a harsh voice the trainers won’t hear, “You don’t fool me…”

Heat rises to my cheeks, but I say nothing as I stare straight ahead. I won’t let anyone steal my joy. Lord Murray had only praises for me—other than that little hiccup at the end. And I deeply admire him for not taking the opportunity to bring it up with the panel.

But I realize now that Beefcake is becoming a serious problem, and I’ll need to find a way to put him in his place.