It wasn’t the first time I’ve experienced Tenseld’s electric flogger, a few months ago I had my first taste, with Miss TillySue doing the flogging. I loved it then but I really struggled to describe the feeling during or afterwards and the writer in me was not happy with that at all.

So at Miss T’s Daytime do when the opportunity to taste it again came up I jumped at the chance! This time I chose to have a pad on my outer thigh to make the connection whereas last time I had clips on my nipples.  This way, the pain was more focused on the area being flogged with a secondary burst in the position of the sticky electric pad.

I took my position in front of the St Andrew’s cross and after a thorough spraying with saline solution, the flogging began.

The flogger is a heavy rubber implement which in itself gives a wonderfully stingy thud now add into that the spark and zing of electricity and it becomes all the more exciting.

The great thing with electric via Tens machine is the level can be played with, different settings can be used to give different sensations. This time, because I wasn’t distracted by pain exploding through my tits, I managed to process some of the sensations into words.

There was a setting that made the flogger impacts feel like I was being hit with nettles or maybe thistles or thorns, possibly all three at the same time. A little more intensity and pins were driving into my skin. I was being flogged wit 100s of tiny needles pricking my flesh.

Laughing so hard because the pain tickled in the small of my back stuck with me as I continued to laugh uncontrollably as Tenseld flogged my shoulders and although I registered the pain I still was responding to the tickling with hysterical laughter.

Lightning strikes, zig-zagging down from the spot of impact was an amazing feeling and not as painful as it sounds. However, soon after I was flogged with a wet, sticky octopus, its suckers sticking to my back and popping off reluctantly and that really hurt. Of course, there was no real octopus, don’t panic, no cephalopods were harmed during the session. It was the flogger again.

 

Unexpected tentacle porn.

 

Possibly the most magical moment—by which I mean unexpected and entertaining to the crowd—was when Tenseld told me to grasp the falls with my hand. I did it, totally naively and seconds later was completely shocked and panicking greatly.

My muscles spasmed, my hand tightened and I couldn’t let go. No matter how I tried, how hard I thought, I couldn’t do it. When Tenseld released me, my hand and arm muscles ached like I’d been lifting heavy things for hours.

 

 

Of course, we had to repeat the ‘trick’ on the other side and Tenseld didn’t let me go until I begged with at least a dozen pleases. It’s not a pleasant feeling, to be unable to make your muscles respond to your thoughts. I was very relieved when I was able to let go.  And achy. It distracted from my sore shoulders for a bit at least and the mind fuck lingered for a long time afterwards.

After a while I was introduced to the electric palette knife. Yes, the thing you use to smooth icing onto cakes. A palette knife. It has great scope for various sensations. The slaps with the flat were intense and if that was pressed in one place for a while the pressure built and squeezed like a strong claw gripping into my flesh and pushing down.

When slapped against my butt cheek I felt the pain drawn through me, from the slap to the pad on my thigh. I was sliced through. Talking of which, when the knife edge was drawn across my skin I felt my skin peel back either side, just like I was being cut, like a scalpel. Tight, thin, precise and incredibly intense.

The most painful zaps came when I was asked to hold the palette knife under one armpit then the other (for balance, damn it, how mean) and the ball of intense, sharp stinging pain zapped down either side.

And I couldn’t even think when it was pressed against my nipple.

Yeeeeooowwchie.

That was the pinnacle of pain and Tenseld brought me down with hits and slaps with the electric flogger again. It was surreal to be relieved at being hit, I was so glad I wasn’t being slowly stroked anymore!

Afterwards I felt like electric was shooting from my fingers and radiating around me. As if there was a force field of electric energy surrounding me.  I was at peace. Shoulders aching, back stinging and happy.

Electrified and ecstatic.

 

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