Ring My Bell

Ring My Bell

I got this idea after watching a video on the internet. In the video a girl, all in red latex, was bound on a pole connected to a vibe up her cunt. There were wires connected to her nipples, and the whole thing was connected to a doorbell, so that when anybody rang the bell, the slave would either move up and down on the pole, or have her nipples shocked with electricity. There was also a remote so that people in the house could shock her at will.

The idea really turned me on, of being hooked up to a bell, and not knowing when somebody might come and shock me. My boyfriend and Master is an electrician. I showed him the video, and asked him to do something similar with me. I didn’t need to ask him twice, as he is always on the lookout for new and inventive ways to punish me.

So, one Saturday, when he had no work, he put the plan into access. We didn’t have a pole which went up and down, but we do have stairs near the front door, and wooden poles which lead from the stairs right up to the ceiling. Master Jeff had bought me a new latex costume, just like the girl in the video. That was sweet of him. The costume totally covered my face, apart from my nostrils. He put a ball gag in my mouth first, before putting the red latex hood over my face, totally cutting off my vision.

The costume was open at the tits and at the crotch. I felt something being eased into my asshole. Jeff told me that it was a metal buttplug, with plenty of conductive gel on it. I knew that there would be a wire on it. A thick metal dildo went into my cunt. It was so big it took Jeff about five minutes of working it back and forwards to get it inside, despite the fact that I was already wet, in anticipation of the pain to come. I felt a metal sound being introduced to my urethra.

“Mmmph.” I hated things up there, as Jeff well knew. He ignored my protests, as all good masters should. Then I felt a clip on my clit. It wasn’t too tight. But it would be delivering electricity.

My crotch was then plastered with electrical tape, to keep all of the contacts in place. Then Jeff put wires either side of my nipples, again with electrical tape to stop them from coming off.

He backed me up against the pole from the first stair to the ceiling. He had me stand on tiptoes. Then, going up the stairs a bit, he tied my hands to the post. The post was not smooth, but carved, so he was able to tie my wrists above my head with no chance of the rope slipping down. He tied my elbows to the post, very tightly. Rope went over my shoulders and under my breasts, again very tight. Another rope around my waist. One around the top of my thighs. One around my knees. And finally, one around my ankles to the bottom of the post. I was in full bondage, and I could not move my body. I couldn’t even wriggle.

Now all I had to do was to wait for somebody to ring the bell. Jeff didn’t say which circuits the bell would activate, or even if they would activate them all at the same time.

Waiting was boring. An old disco song kept going through, the one which went ring my be-el-ell, ring my bell. I couldn’t remember who it was. Somebody like Amii Stewart. But not her.

Eventually I heard footsteps outside. Sudden, horrible pain lanced through my nipples, clit, cunt, arsehole and urethra. Jeff had activated all of the contacts. Of course he had.

Somehow I managed to stifle a scream. But, of course, that was a bit stupid, as Jeff wouldn’t hear me and know that somebody was at the door.

The doorbell was pressed again. This time it was held down. I screamed to raise the dead. This time Jeff heard me. He took his time coming down and opening the door. During that time the doorbell was rung again, sending fresh lightning through my body.

I heard Jeff open the door.

“Hello, come on in.” he said.

“Is this the slut?” the other voice said. I recognised the voice. It was Jeff’s former girlfriend, Gloria. Shit! I didn’t want Jeff to play out that part of the internet video, as well. That wasn’t in my fantasy.

“So what level is it on?” Gloria asked. It was obvious that Jeff had already explained all about me being a doorbell. Gloria absolutely hated me. I knew that she wanted revenge. And Jeff had probably just handed her the remote means to achieving that.

“It’s on level two.” Jeff said. Level two? Was that all? I had thought that it must have been double that.

“And this will work anywhere in the house?” Gloria asked, the fucking cunt.

“Oh, yes.”

“Then let’s go upstairs and fuck. I’ll play with this while you fuck my brains out.”

Bitch!

They went upstairs. I heard the springs of the bed going, as Jeff fucked my hated enemy. Every few seconds I got buzzed, more shocks going through my body. I was sure that Jeff and Gloria would be able to hear my moans upstairs. It was probably turning them on.

Fuck, another shock. I wondered if I could somehow persuade Jeff to one day have us switch places. I would love to have Gloria tied up like this, so I could send two hundred volts up her slatternly cunt.

Ow, another one. Stop it, bitch, you’re frying my clit.

Shit, that one is higher. She’s turned the setting up, and Jeff didn’t stop her. It must be on three now. More shocks, and then a more powerful one. The cunt has turned it up again.

I count up the increases in the level until it reaches nine. It is the singular most painful thing I have ever felt. I’d rather have needles forced under my fingernails. My entire body tries to writhe, but is prevented by the rope.

And then it goes to level ten and she holds the button down as she and Jeff have a simultaneous orgasm.

I do my own bit by fainting.

When I come to the bitch has gone and Jeff is untying me. But at least one good thing has come out of it: I have remembered the name of the woman who sang Ring My Bell. It was Anita Ward.