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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2002. Other
stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


Little Black Box

Tammy had gone back and forth to her doctor trying to find some relief for her
aches and pains in her back. Finally, he recommended some kind of therapy unit
that he would send to her. It arrived one afternoon, but once she opened the
gray case and looked at all the wires and stuff, she decided to let her husband
figure out how to use it.

After dinner, she told him of the black box and asked if he knew anything about
it. He allowed that he could probably figure it out. After spending several
minutes looking at it, reading the instructions and placing the batteries
inside, she heard him chuckling as he played with the little patches while she
put the dinner dishes away.

"So what do you think?

He simply looked at her with that wicked grin she had seen too many times
before.

"Well, slave, strip naked and I'll give you a demonstration."

Noting the tone of his voice, Tammy did as she was told. Then patiently waited
and knelt on the living room floor as he went and brought back her collar and
leather cuffs for her ankles and wrists.

In a few minutes, she was attached to the wall in the open space they left for
just such moments.

"You really don't know what this is?"

She shook her head and waited for him to explain.

"It's pretty basic really, it's called a TENS unit. You simply take these
sticky pads and attach them to the area that you need some relief in.  Like
this. Quickly, he peeled the plastic off the sticky pads and stuck one on
either side of her nipples. 

"Plug in the leads to the little box, turn it on and turn the dial thus
and......."

Wooooow!!  It didn't really hurt, but was a nice little tingle.

"Like that? Or how about this/"

He slowly twisted the dial up and then played with the box so the electricity
came and went, pulsed and throbbed in such different delicious ways.

Slowly, he increased the intensity until she started to beg for him to stop.

"How about someplace different?

Peeling two of the pads off one breast, he reached down and placed them on her
shaven labia, one on each side of her clit.

Slowly, he turned the power up until her knees felt weak and her hips were
gyrating to the pulse of the box. She just couldn't believe the reaction she
was showing to this torment. Vaguely, she was aware that he shifted one of the
pads so it contacted her clit directly.

That just increased the throbbing in her cunt as he played with the dials until
he found the right combination of power and pulsation and her hips jerked back
and forth as she searched for that orgasm.

Her moans grew louder and her body jerked spasmodically until she screamed out
her orgasm and begged for him to turn it off, she'd had enough.

He helped her sit down and held her close and softly murmured in her ear to
bring her down from the sexual high she was in.

"I guess you can tell your doctor that it did help and relax your muscles."

MastrKink   
                     "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."



                         

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