His pajamas slid on the bed as he climbed up, sitting with his legs crisscrossed. He looked damned good in pajama bottoms and no shirt, and she took a moment to admire his body before reaching for her water. His eyes followed her every move as she drank well over half and returned the bottle, her heart fluttering at the approval she saw in them.
"For this conversation, you don't have to say Sir every time you speak, though you should keep your tone respectful. Tell me your thoughts and feelings on your four minute ordeal, pet."
She smiled shyly, not sure where to start. “I was never a fan of the TENS, and what you did made me feel as if I'd only been to kindergarten, but ended up in a post graduate class at MIT."
Realizing she was rambling, she took a breath and tried to answer his question. “The stuff at the beginning—and again at the end—was nice, but the rest of it was so overwhelming. It came from so many places I couldn't keep up, couldn't manage the pain. I was sure I'd shatter into a million pieces. Not just my body, but my thoughts, my psyche. Everything."
"You were beautiful. You reacted so strongly, and I was so hard watching you, I almost didn't last the four minutes myself. But since this was the first I've had you hooked up I needed to pay as much attention to the EKG and oximeter readouts as I did your—"
"Oh!” She interrupted, saw eyebrows lift, and realized she'd been disrespectful. “I apologize, Sir, but I'd wondered when you took the things off my back, and I just figured out what they were. I'm sorry, keep talking, please."
He raised a single eyebrow a few seconds, contemplating her lack of decorum, and let it drop. “Your heart was fine throughout the experience, and your oxygen stayed at safe levels through all but the last fifteen seconds, and even then it only dropped to ninety-four."
Memories slammed into her, and Dana tried to ignore the empty place in her heart—the one she'd almost forgotten for the better part of a day. “Garnet had an oximeter he used for breath control; to make sure I was safe."
They were quiet a few moments; neither knowing what to say, and she wished she hadn't mentioned him. She finally remembered a question she'd had while in the cage. “How was the four minutes, hurting me with the electricity—how was it different than punishing me? You said you only liked giving me erotic pain, not actual, and...” Realizing she was saying it all wrong, she blurted, “I'm not complaining, just trying to figure it out. Sir."
"If I learned you truly hated electrical play, I couldn't enjoy doing it to you. I'd have made your first experience a kinder and gentler one if you weren't already familiar with the TENS, but with the bet, it seemed the perfect use of my four minutes. You came at the end. Was it really so bad?"
She started to say yes, it was terrible, but he needed a different answer—total honesty, not just truth. “I'll always be afraid of it, I think. The loss of control over my muscles, the jerking, is part of it, but the pain is so overwhelming and all-encompassing—so much more intense than the TENS.” She shook her head. “But I'm okay, there's no damage, no marks. If you gave me that level of intensity with impact play I'd have bruises, welts and possibly blood to show for it."
She looked at her breasts, the nipples bruised and red from the clamps, but no indication of the torment they'd received from the electricity. “I like marks though; they give me proof of the agony I went through, they keep it real for me longer.” He'd asked about the pain, and she needed him to understand how different it was. “I don't think I'll ever ask for electricity, it's not something I'll crave, the way I do impact."
His eyes twinkled. “Ah, a challenge. The next time I pull my equipment out, it'll be to show you pleasure and not pain—okay?"
"Deal,” she said, smiling. “May I please use the restroom and brush my teeth, Sir?"
"Yes, you may. While you're in there you should lube your ass as well. You'll find lube in the top right drawer of the vanity."
It took a lot of willpower to keep her fingers away from her pussy as she generously lubed and stretched her ass. She tried to calm herself with deep breaths as she washed her hands, but without much success.
She stepped into the bedroom and paused, spotting a large silver njoy in Zach's hand.
He waved it toward bed. “Lean over the edge, pet."
Dana did as instructed, trying to relax her torso on the soft mattress, but heard a sharp, “Arch your back, ass up. Please don't make me have to keep reminding you."
Not wanting to irritate him further, she tried not to whine as he seated the njoy.
Zach's attitude when he put her into bondage made her feel like a horse being saddled and bridled. He did it systematically, without emotion, using an economy of movement with no concern for how she might feel about the equipment he placed on her. It only took moments for him to outfit her in a bondage collar and wrist cuffs, with a short chain connecting them. She tested the reach by scratching her nose, then rubbing an eye, not trying to go farther when the chain pulled tight.