The taste commanding, distinctive, the same but different for every person. Another large bolt of lightning and I hear a creak then a crash. It startl...s me for a second but I am too far gone into my haze of need to really pay much attention. My fingers reach down once more, touch, push aside and delve into flesh hot and moist, aching with the need to feel that pleasure, that burst of prickly pleasure that pulls at me so. Pushing a single finger inside of myself, I start to stroke my clit,. " Nothing happened, her hand locked up and she could not push the switch. She changed her grip on the controller, she would use her thumb this time and countdown from five again. "Five, four, three, two, one, go!" The switch slowly began to move, sliding across to the 'on' position. The current from the batteries flowed along the wires and started to make the eggs vibrate. Less than half a second later Wendy was cowering behind her pillows at top of the bed, looking very much like a startled. Healso knew he loved to be looked at. To be seen as a sexy confident woman.He guessed in some ways it was a chance to push this side of himself outinto the world, without having to risk actually exposing himself. It wassafe. Despite this he had often thought about leaving the buildingdressed. The idea of being outside in heels and a dress and make up wasexciting and terrifying in equal measures. The furthest Sam had mangedwas opening his front door and stepping out into the apartment. ?It’s a deep one, hell of a way down,? he said.They jabbed me with the further syringes and I immediately felt my heart race and the rush of my consciousness locking even more firmly in the real world. My senses became heightened; I could smell something dead in the drain, and taste the steel and copper of blood in my mouth with a terrible strength. The pain was highlighted too of course. So I felt it as fully as is probably humanly possible when she cut the first finger off with the bolt.