BDSM Training Blog of Crueltress Latexa

Remote Control Fun

I was kept waiting, and I don’t like waiting. Patience is not one of My attributes. So by the time “Laura” finally got home, I had grown somewhat annoyed. Then she took forever to get dressed. I think she was nervous, perhaps even apprehensive.

That naturally added to My aggravation, although I don’t think Laura sensed quite how impatient I had become. I hid that emotion, because I knew she’d find an excuse to back out. I had been looking too forward to this evening to take a chance on having it fizzle.

Already, a partner in crime - a lovely slave girl owned by a friend of Mine who had come over to clean My house - had stayed up past her bedtime. She didn’t know what was going to happen, just that I had something to show her later in the evening. Her owner had given permission to stay the night at My house after she cleaned (her owner knew what was planned, and thought it would be an interesting experience for her). But she fell asleep and missed the fun. Another time for her, perhaps, and she still doesn’t know what was going to happen. I think she thought I had a porn movie for her to watch.

But finally, after many excuses for delay, Laura was ready. I was close to My bursting point and ready to take My impatience out on her, ready to begin the torment.

Laura lay down on the bed. She was wearing a black corset, miniskirt, black boots, enticing wig….here, look at a picture of Lovely Laura. You can see for yourself.

Two vibrators were placed in strategic areas: a large one on her cock and another next to her testicles. At the head of the bed, on each corner: two giant, electric magnets, and Laura had cuffs on each wrist that attached to them. I’ve forgotten how many pounds of magnetic force (maybe Laura will chime in), but it was a lot. No person could escape it once the magnets were turned on.

Next were the lights: there was a regular light that slightly lit the room, an interrogation light, and a strobe light.

Was it a problem that I’m in the Midwest and Laura is several hundred miles away?

Of course not, thanks to the wizards of technology!

The entire torture extravaganza was set up on an electronic control system. Not only that, but there was a controllable camera.

Laura lay on the bed, dressed up in her slutty clothes, vibrators in her panties, and now…..moved her arms overhead toward the magnets. SNAP! The magnets grabbed her wrists and locked into place. There was only one way to get out of that: I had to press the release button.

But I did not let her out of the restraints until I finished with her for the night/morning.

Here’s what MY computer screen looked like, with a picture from the LauraCam. I’ve blurred out IP addresses and other info…

What fun I had! I love to press buttons, but who knew that pressing buttons on a computer could be this much joy?

Poor Laura had to lie there while I turned lights off and on, turned on the strobe (that’ll drive you crazy), turned the bright interrogation light into her face, on and off, on and off….then played with the vibrator buttons as well.

She had her cell phone in one hand and could dial Me up at Niteflirt. That was fantastic, because then I could hear her screams as I turned on the vibrators. Oooh, I think her cock and balls got a tad sensitive. Yummy!

I had cleared My schedule for the next day so I could sleep late (this went on til about 4 am, although honestly, I lost track of time) the next day. But poor, sweet pretty Laura had a MEETING the next morning. That sucked. I think she thought I’d let her go early, but given that she kept ME waiting (oh, so many excuses, blah blah blah), I wanted My Friday night’s worth!

it’s just a shame the adorable slave girl couldn’t stay awake. She was very disappointed, even though to this day, she doesn’t know what she missed. I got a nice housecleaning, though.

At one point, I hung up the phone and left Laura lying there by herself. That was a nice little mindfuck, because the only connection with the outside world she had was to call Me back on Niteflirt.

I raised My rate quite substantially and put one line on alert, the line she calls. (Other lines were shut off for the night) Laura thinks I did that just to take her money, but the truth is I didn’t want anyone else calling Me and breaking My concentration. (Or having to deny the call…you guys freak out and think the worst!)

While I was off the phone, I turned on the stereo and played a nice, dramatic symphony by Prokofiev. Then I played a symphony of My own, to the music, and played with the buttons. As the tempo changed, so did My own fingers.

Adagio: I slowed it down. Cock vibrator on……….lights off (Laura hates the dark).

Allegro: My fingers moved with the music. Ball vibe on, strobe on, interrogation on, vibes off, lights on and off.

At some point, I think it would make a fantastic video: Laura is glued to the magnets, we’ve got her hooked up to the various electronic gadgets, lights, vibrators, and you see Me sitting at the computer with My controls and the webcam into Laura’s room.

I’ve chosen the perfect music and the video shows Me working My keyboard as if it were My Steinway grand piano. (Why yes, I do play - I am classically trained. Surprise. I am multi-faceted.)

I can see it in My mind, the drama of the music, My keystrokes in control of Laura’s body, set to the music, the webcam capturing every reflex, every flinch, every grimace of pleasure. What a movie that would be!

I have never been so glued to a computer as I was that night. It became an addiction, and it’s an addiction I crave.

Eventually poor Laura’s Niteflirt account ran out of money. In the very.last.second she screamed her cell phone number. I eventually called her back. She begged and begged for release. I thought it would be fun to leave her restrained until it was time to go to her meeting, but I feared I might oversleep.

Truly, her only way out was by Me pushing the correct button that controlled the electric magnets. Well, with a cell phone in her hand, she could have also dialed 911, or perhaps a neighbor. But that didn’t appeal to Me.

I wanted to continue to play with the buttons and fuck with her. That was the most glorious thing, just fucking with her, hearing those screams, the begging. “Boo hoo, Goddess, please let me go!”

::::checking My manicure::::

Um, nope.

I MUST do this again. Next time, a vibrating butt plug is a required addition to the electronic menagerie. Perhaps a shocking dog collar. Zzzzzzzttttttt. Could the collar be tightened enough to fit around a set of testicles?

I did eventually let Laura go, but only because I didn’t want her to miss the big meeting. Otherwise, I can’t really say how long this would have gone on….