Unintentional Electrocution (or why instant obedience isn't necessarily good)
My kitten and I have an Erostek box for electrical play (http://www.erostek.com/html/et-312.html) and like it very much. Now primarily I use it on her, but she's been asking for quite a while to use it on me, because she likes it so much. Last night she asked again, and I agreed.
So I'm hooked up to the box with the penis bands (http://www.extremerestraints.com/zeu...bands_289.html) and it's feeling pretty good, but we also have a new attachment that we hadn't used yet (http://www.extremerestraints.com/e-s...wand_1432.html). We hook that up and, of course, it doesn't really come with any instructions, so we're trying to figure out whether it's used with or without the two little caps on the ends.
With the caps we have to turn the power up pretty high in order to be able to feel it, but without them it's just bare wire and it's a little more sparkley than it should be for enjoyment -- the only reason there's a question is because the caps themselves are pretty loose and come off easily.
We're futzing around with this thing and I'm pretty sure it should have the caps on, so I tell my kitten to hand me the caps. I guess I was a little more emphatic with the command than I really needed to be, because she immediately dropped what she was doing to grab the caps for me.
Unfortunately what she had in her hands was the Erostek box, resting on the bed and tilted up so she could access the controls. When she dropped it, the front slid along her leg, which caught the little knob to adjust the power level on Channel A.
Guess what was wired to Channel A?
If you guessed: Simon (my kitten's name for a part of my anatomy I've been rather fond of since puberty), then give yourself a gold star.
Of the two directions that knob could turn, guess which?
If you guessed: WAY THE FUCK UP, then give yourself another gold star.
So now I'm screaming, "OW! Fuck! Shit!" and curling into a fetal position and my kitten's yelling, "What? What? What?" and trying to figure out what's wrong.
The moral of this story is, be careful what you ask people to do when they control the wires attached to your dangley-bits.
