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I was worried about putting this around my neck, what if it left a mark? My master was less troubled. Friday he wanted me to wear it to the mall, and the neck was out. He added another piece of webbing, with the same kind of buckle, and put it around my thigh. The box and electrodes were right at the seam between my thigh and my labia. The strap went almost to my waist. He made my wear pantyhose under my jeans to cover up the slight VPL. In the mall, every time I looked at the wrong merchandise, I got a shock in the crotch. We bought some athletic boxer briefs, sized tight, to replace the pantyhose and the VPL problem vanished. He made me look for slutty lingerie by shocking every time I picked up the wrong thing. While I was trying on a blouse he text my phone "I want 2 C it, no buttons", and sent a low shock as warning. I opened the curtain, so he could see my cleavage. His finger beckoned, I hesitated, and he shocked my at greater levels until I walked across to him. The other men, bored out of their mind, watched my breasts jiggle and the fabric flutter. He had gotten up to 6, I'd have taken the blouse off if the shocks got any harder. On the drive home he handed me a vibrator and told me to orgasm by using it through my jeans. I tried to hold it on my clit, but the electric box got vibrated too. He shocked me every minute or so, or whenever I moaned. Fifteen minutes later I was screaming on the freeway, getting a steady stream of 7s as my orgasms just wouldn't end. I'd catch my breath, and he'd tell me to continue, and shock me. I lost control and dropped the vibrator. By then the shocks along caused my whole groin to convulse and trigger another orgasmic wave. Feeling light-headed I thought I might pass out before he stopped, but our exit saved me. This device is water proof, or at least lubrication proof. Apparently I'm never going shopping without it. I've never looked forward to shopping more. Get one before you take her shopping.
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