100 Word Challenge: Friends

“You Promise To Stop When I Can’t Take It Any More, Zatanna?”

BDSM | ELECTROSTIM | SHOCKING | TORTURE | NON-CON | CBT | DENIAL | HELPLESS | ZROTICA

👱🏼 “Remember Zatanna, you promised.”

👩 “What are friends for, if not to keep promises?”

👱🏼 “You’ll stop at my limit?”

Holding up the paper

[MY LIMIT IS 5]

👱🏼 “That’s our signatures.”

👩 “Strip and sit down you big baby.”

With the sixteen electrostim pads in place

He cautiously sits, putting his hands at his sides.

Looking at his already erect cock I comment,

👩 “Maybe tonight, I’ll let you put that in me.”

👱🏼 “REALLY?”

Slapping it hard,

👩 “Fuck No! We’re Friends.”

With the last of the two-dozen straps in place

I tightly gag him.

Grabbing the marker, I change his 5 to an 8…

Zote: (Zatanna note) Before you comment about me not keeping my promise, you need to understand, I promised to stop at his limit. Not what he feels his limit should be. He’s young, healthy, and free of heart conditions… he can handle level 8.

Zepilogue: As the last of this 30 minute round of random shocks of his ass, thighs, stomach, and balls, comes to an end, I continue to shutter hard from my fifth and most intense orgasm yet.

Although he was struggling like a wild man in the beginning, his sweat covered, sore and tired body, is out of energy. Even without the random shocks currently happening, he continues to jerk, spasm, and shake, as if he’s still being tortured.

Sliding my fingers under his shaft, I gather the smallest amount of pre-cum, which I bop onto the tip of his nose, causing his eyes to open.

👩 “Ready for level 6… Friend?”

“Don’t forget to Clap, Comment, and Share, and I’ll try not forgetting you’re tied up helpless, naked, and sexually frustrated in my Safe-Room.”