You tie him spread-eagle, clamp his nipples, and connect the wires to a vibrating power source—every pulse laced with electric sting. He sobs, begging you to stop. You just smile, crouch down, and lick his chest. "Baby, I’m just getting started." Then you slide the plug into him. One switch—and he jolts like lightning. You straddle him, hips grinding slow. "Go ahead, scream. No one’s coming to save you."