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Introduction:

Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM's very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. In Chapter ten, Evelyn tells the sixth of ten tales to show her superiority as a true Mistress.
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Another juryman stood. "For your sixth story, Evelyn, tell us of a time when you used electrical torture to cut a man down to size.

Evelyn smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. She looked as if she were savoring a cherished memory. "Ah, yes. Frank Thompson," she began.

For some reason, after I had been working for my father for several years, he decided that I needed to have a master's degree. I really don't know what for, but since he was going to pay for it and support me while I got it, I thought, "Why not?"

I think daddy really wanted me to get a masters in business, but I knew that would be a lot more work than a masters in psychology. Not that psychology is easy, but I knew that I could bullshit my way through most of it and intimidate the professors for the rest. That wouldn't be as easy over in the business school.

Daddy finally gave in and arranged for me to be a graduate assistant in the psychology department. Basically all I had to do was take attendance for a couple of courses and feed Professor Burl's pet pig when he was out of town. I also got to sit in on a lot of really interesting experiments with volunteers from the college. It is amazing what poor students will do for a few bucks. They will answer the most embarrassing questions about their lives and let you hook them up to all sorts of meters and even shock them for not getting an answer right, or sometimes even for no reason at all.

It was watching one of these experiments that gave me the idea for my thesis project. I was going to show various students sexually explicit photographs and see what aroused them and compare that to what they said aroused them. Then I was going to select several of these students and see if I could use "positive and negative reinforcement" to change their true sexual preferences.

This was a really neat project because it allowed me to amass a huge collection of what anyone else would call pornography. I even got a special permit to use "under aged specimens" in my research. In other words, I even had a bunch of kiddie-porn. I almost wore out my little electric friend as I spent hour after hour editing these photos.

The way the experiment worked was relatively simple. The volunteers would allow us to wire them up so that we could measure blood flow in the penis and breasts for a male and vaginal blood flow and secretions for a woman. You would think we would measure nipple response for women, but there are just too many different things, including the wire rubbing against the nipple, that can cause a false response.

Then we would show them hundreds of very erotic photos and see what tripped their trigger, so to speak.

The main thing I learned is that everybody lies. Men who said they were totally strait responded to gay porn. Women who said they were totally vanilla responded to the most violent BDSM scenes. By the end of the study I was starting to think that everybody was bi-sexual with hidden fetishes. Then Frank joined the study.

Frank was different. For one thing he was totally honest about everything. What he said he liked was what his peter-meter said he liked. And when I asked him why he joined the study, he looked across the table at me and said, "I was hoping it would give me a chance to get into your pants. Maybe you could include that as part of your study. You know, find out what turns me on about you while we are making love."

Frank was kind of cute, but I couldn't help but think how his honesty made him so vulnerable to some scheming person like myself who only wanted to prove their superiority. I let Frank hit on me for another week or so and then made a show of turning off the microphone and video recorders. I leaned over to him and asked, "Are you serious about that extra credit project? Would you like to make love to me while you are totally wired up?"

He just smiled at me and replied, "Name the time and place, and me and my little friend will be ready."

I used a little persuasion to rearrange some schedules so that the sleep labs were totally empty for a weekend. Then I modified one of the sleep chambers for my plans. Basically it was a bedroom anyway, so it just meant bringing in a different bed and my equipment. All of the audio and video recording devices were already in place.

Frank arrived exactly on schedule at 5:00 Friday evening. He even brought me a single rose. I think he might have actually thought I cared for him. What a loser.

I told him, "Frank, this is the way it is going to work. We are going to attach the sensors to your nipples, but we will have to wrap them in place because of the strenuous activity which might occur." I gave him a little smile.

"And since your 'little friend' as you call it, will be in use, we will use a sensor at the base of the penis on the pubic bone combined with an anal sensor."

He frowned at me and said, "You mean you are going to shove something up my ass?"

"It isn't very big, and if you prefer, I will let you do it before I attach the wires." As I said this I let my lab coat slide open. Beneath it I was wearing a bright red, frilly, micro-bra and thong underwear. He took a deep breath and said, "OK."

I gestured to the bed and said, "Now lie down on the bed on your back. I'm driving tonight."

He laughed and lay down.

"I am going to restrain your arms and legs so that you don't move the wrong way in a fit of passion. I promise I will make it up to you."

"You'd better," he replied as he lifted his arms toward the headboard.

"Not yet," I answered, "we have to get the wires in place first. Sit up."

He did and I wrapped a chest binder that would normally be used for severely broken ribs tightly around him. Then I lubed up two sensor patches and slid them under the binder directly over his nipples. Most people are surprised to find out that anal lube is a very good conductor of electricity and is often used to guarantee good contact for body sensors.

"We have to mow the lawn a little to put this one on," I said as I switched on a surgical razor. I cleared a small spot on his pubic bone and applied some sensor glue. "There is no real way to bind a sensor in place here so a glue is used that can be dissolved with a special remover."

Frank didn't look too happy about that. He was even less happy when I announced, "And now the light over the back door." I lubed up an anal plug. It had two strips of metal molded into each side of it and wires leading out the base. I held it up and asked, "You or me?"

Frank answered, "I trust you. Just be gentle. This is my first time." Then he smiled. He winced a little as the plug went in but once it was past his sphincter and seated, he was cheerful once again.

"Now what," he asked.

"Lay back and enjoy yourself," I replied as I fastened the leather restraining cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

Actually, I was going to enjoy this way more than he was. The sensor pads were not connected to my regular measuring equipment. They were connected to tens units. And the anal plug was not a sensor at all, but an anal tens plug. If you applied the voltage between the two metal strips, it would cause the anal sphincter to tighten very tightly. The ad said it was as close to being fucked in the ass as you could experience by yourself. If the voltage was applied between the plug and the electrode on the pubic bone, everything in between would clench up as tight as possible. And as far as the electrodes on the nipples, I am told that a very low setting feels like being stung by a nest of hornets. Higher settings bring pain that just cannot be described.

I lay my robe across a chair and very sexily danced and swayed as I removed the micro-bra and thong. It had the desired effect. Frank's little man was standing up straight and tall. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. As I slowly lowered myself onto his erect penis, I pressed the remote in my hand and the tens units sprang to life.

They were computer controlled and would start off at a fairly low setting. But the laser sensor on the computer would sense my movements and each time I rose and fell, the shocks would also rise and fall moving ever higher as I moved higher and higher toward a climax.

It only took a moment or so for Frank to realize that something was wrong. "What the hell," he exclaimed.

"My heaven, your hell," I replied. "You should have asked me what I liked. I like to mix sex and pain. In this case I really want to know if a man in agony can actually finish the job or will his little man go home and hide."

Frank didn't say much after that. It was mainly grunting and muffled cursing. Surprisingly, he did manage to cum. I wasn't done yet, though, so I kept going until I reached the top.

I did have one problem. As I orgasmed, I fell forward onto Frank. That front electrode didn't have a cover over it and my clit pressed against it. Evidently there was enough of a current path through his prick inside me that I got a rather nasty shock. I screamed and jumped off of Frank and off of the bed.

"For that," I purred, "you will stay here until morning. Someone will come and let you go when it gets light."

Frank just looked at me and between grunts of pain managed to say, "Fucking bitch."

I just laughed and pressed the remote control to increase the voltage. "Well we just fucked, so I guess you are right about that, and as for the rest, well, I'm not the one with an electric dildo shoved up my ass. That makes you my bitch."

One of my flunkies released him early the next morning. I understand he ended up in the hospital for a couple of days, but there was no permanent damage. The hospital record indicates that it was "sex play gone bad." He transferred schools shortly after that.

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END CHAPTER TEN OF FIFTEEN
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