The Shocker (part one - 5/4)

[EddieDavidson]

I say "BDSM" because clearly the married couple will have some power dynamic relationship but don't expect a full on dungeon thing. The story revolves around the discovery of a chair that the couple play with and from there, we'll see.

It is a "by the seat of my pants" story meaning that I have no outline. I am free writing and open to suggestions by private mail on the site (preferably) over the forum. If you want to just tell me not to write/etc though, please do not.

This is an exercise to get my creative mojo back. I don't have appetite for any negativity at all. Constructive though - please, yes.

I decided to intentionally begin where I did with minimal detail and introduce the chair first. I wasn't sure if I could get into writing third person, so I went with through the eyes of Scott telling the story but I am trying minimal introspection/internal dialogue. It's basically third person, it's just Scott knows what people are feeling because he is telling this story well after it happened/based on what they admitted and not as it is happening.

[EddieDavidson]

“Sit on it,” I laughingly suggested to my sister Katie. I was only joking with my big sister to sit on a novelty electric chair we found in our garage.

“You first.” Katie dared me to do the same thing. The chair had been in our garage stacked away with boxes and other junk that we never really questioned why my parents had it.

“I will if someone else does it first,” Candace chuckled. My little sister’s impish blue eyes twinkled mischievously as she smirked. She was always the first one to raise her hand to try spicy food, ride a wild rollercoaster, and was always disappointed if a haunted house ride wasn’t actually scary, so this macabre looking electric chair in our garage was right up our alley.

It was either an antique replica of a real electric chair, or it was built to resemble something straight out of the early 1920s Industrial era. The well-worn oak surface wasn’t treated with paint, but it felt smooth to the touch.

The paint on the device was the obvious clue this wasn’t a real torture device. “The Shocker” was painted on the wooden backrest.

I had no idea why it was there, or who may have made it. It clearly wasn’t used to electrocute anyone for real because the wooden backrest was painted with the words “The Shocker” in faded old-timey block letters.

The chair was stained a deep, muddy brown that suggested decades of grime and sweat. I’d never noticed the smell of oak and leather together until I took the time to trace my fingers around the brass and leather wrist straps bolted to the armrests. There were similar straps attached to the ankles and even the neck, but I was positive they were strictly decorative.

The whole thing gave off a mad-scientist vibe because there were wires, diodes, and metal bits attached to the back that someone had lovingly attached to enhance the retro steampunk look.

I didn’t think my parents would do that because they weren’t into nerdy stuff. My mom had stacked a cardboard box of her stuff on the seat of the chair, and I assumed it was abandoned in our garage as some sort of forgotten novelty.

Chris removed the cardboard box from the seat to examine it further. He and I loved nerdy stuff, and I knew this was right up his alley. He examined it the way an archeologist would.

“This belongs in a museum,” he said as he traced his fingers over the metal plate embedded as an inset to the wooden chair’s seat.

“I think it’s an arcade machine,” I suggested my theory.

“Where is the quarter slot?” Katie scoffed at my theory. We loved each other, but we also loved teasing one another.

“Sit in it and I’ll insert a quarter up your big butt and see if it turns out,” I snickered.

“That’s not a bad idea.” My mother said with a bemused expression and caught all of us off guard. It was a rainy weekend, and we were bored without anything to really do. I hadn’t heard her walk into the garage behind us.

“Sorry, Mommy.” Candace was something of a brown noser and the only one of us to still address our mother as mommy.

“I am not mad, but you shouldn’t mess around with this. It’s plugged in and it could shock the ever-loving bejesus out of you,” she said as she walked over to us and examined the cardboard box my brother had just moved.

“Why do you leave it plugged in?” I asked for no real reason. I am just naturally curious.

“Your father and I have two rules in this house,” my mom sighed cryptically. I was surprised that she seemed reluctant to explain it. She’s always encouraged my inquisitive side and patiently answered any question I ever asked.

If she had just said they forgot to turn it off, or my father was working on it to sell it, I would have bought the answer and moved on. Now, I HAD to know what the story was and I waited with bated breath.

“One of those rules is that if you are old enough to ask a question then you are old enough to understand the answer,” she offered with an introspective look on her face.

This was getting more and more interesting to me. My mom is not the disciplinarian or the serious one in the house. That is my father’s job. My mom is more of the fun-loving, not-so serious cheerleader that encourages and praises us when we need it.

The last time that she gave me that look or told me that rule was when she caught me jerking off in my room. I was so shocked and mortified when she walked in and caught me with my hand on my crank that I wanted to fall into a hole and bury myself.

She didn’t yell, she didn’t freak out, she didn’t leave either. My mom didn’t have to tell me to put my dick away, because I pulled my underwear up immediately. There was no judgment on her face at all. She walked across the room and sat down on the bed next to me and had a conversation with me.

She told me that everyone plays with themselves and not to be ashamed of doing what was perfectly natural for someone my age. My mom apologized and promised to knock before coming into me and my brother’s room from now on.

She assured me that she wouldn’t think less of me, and that I could talk to her about topics like that anytime I had a question. Then she left me to finish what I had started and never spoke of it again.

That’s why I was surprised that my mom seemed strangely unwilling to come out with why the chair was plugged in.

“Your father and I use the chair for adult games when you guys are out or gone to bed,” she shrugged as she placed the box back on the wooden seat. I knew what she was implying and I didn’t feel it was my business to ask any more details. My parents had never been shy about being affectionate with one another and they both loved each other deeply.

“Adult games? What do you do? See who can sit in it the longest?” Chris smiled. He was blonde just like his sister but that’s where the differences ended since Candace sprouted tits last summer.

My mother froze as if her spine tingled and for the first time in my life, I saw her blush. She is so confident and outgoing that I had never seen her look uncomfortable and now I had to know more.

“Hah, no. It isn’t a game we play for points, Chris. Are you sure you want to know about the chair? Once I tell you, I can’t untell you and it may shock you.”

“Zzzaappppp.” Chris dramatically pretended the metal on the wrist strap shocked him and his broad smile was enough for my mom to see that he wanted to know.

Her pretty blue eyes flicked up at me and then the girls. She could see that none of us were going anywhere until we heard about this game.

“It doesn’t make that kind of a zap,” Mom explained as she showed us a control panel that had been hiding in plain sight between a box of AdvoCare vitamins and an old diaper box that my parents must have had since we were little.

“Neat, a joystick!” Chris immediately went to touch it but my mom cautioned him not to touch it.

“You could call it a JOY stick,” she mused before acknowledging that was unintentionally clever. “I’ll have to tell your father that one. He’ll think that’s funny.”

She lovingly traced her finger around the analog dial bolted to the center.

“That dial controls the voltage?” I assumed.

“You’ll have to ask your father about all the science stuff when he comes home, if you really want to know, Scott. I just sit in it, I don’t know how it works.”

“So, Dad punishes YOU by shocking you with it?” Katie’s mind immediately went to it being used to punish.

“No, silly! We believe in consequences for bad behavior, but we also believe in positive rewards! Look at the dial, the setting he normally uses on me is exhilarating.”

There were never any numbers on the dial, even though there were ten slots starting clockwise and obviously indicating increased intensity.

1 Little Girl
2 Silly Girl
3 Pathetic
4 Mild
5 Pleasurable
6 Exhilarating
7 Naughty Girl
8 Orgasmo
9 Erotomaniac
10 Never-Never, Please!

“This is so misogynistic!” Katie immediately took umbrage with it, while the rest of us found it amusing.

“It’s just like the strength testers they have over at the carnival, Katie,” I countered. “If you score low, they call you a girly man, to taunt you into trying harder.”

“You would know what they call you when you fail the strength tester,” Katie pinched my bicep with her fingers to emphasize how wimpy I was and suggested that I start on the little girl setting.

“No, this chair REALLY isn’t for guys,” Mom assured us that we wouldn’t like it.

“I want to try it,” Candace volunteered brightly and even raised her hand like she was hoping to be called on and granted permission.

“You remind me so much of me,” Mom smiled proudly and seemed pleasantly amused by Candace’s enthusiasm. “I think if you saw me sit in the chair once, even you might change your mind, Candy.”

“The setting says pleasurable, so how hard could it be?” Candace was already bending over to remove the cardboard box again and sit down.

“Hold your horses, wild thing!” Mom chuckled, holding up her hands to indicate caution. “If you really want to ride the shocker, you can ask your father when he comes home, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Now, all four of us were excited and eager to understand what could be so scandalous about this device that we had to wait for our father to find out.

“You can control the zapper! Please, Mom? I want to try it out! Does it tingle?” Candace was already sitting down in the chair and insisting that she get a taste of it.

“It does more than tingle, and no. I don’t touch the controller,” Mom’s smile was warm and loving, but there was clearly something she didn’t want to tell us.

“So, what does it do?” Katie asked the question that I wanted to ask before I could get out the words.

“We have had this chair in the garage for years, why do you have to know all about it right now?” Mom asked with a little hesitation, and I noticed her cheeks began to blush again.

I wasn’t the type to embarrass anyone (except for my siblings) but I didn’t feel bad that my mom was blushing. She glowed and there was something delicious about her reaction that I didn’t fully fathom.

“Mom, you said that if we are old enough to ask the question, then we are old enough to have the answer,” I reminded her. Katie gave me a respectful nod when I backed her point with my mom’s own logic.

“I did, but it’s not something I can explain.” My mother seemed confused, reluctant and slightly amused by being pressed to answer a question that she clearly didn’t want to discuss.

“Then show us!” I insisted. “Sit in it and you can reach the knob from there and turn it on yourself.”

“As I said, I don’t turn the knob on anyone, and well, when you sit in the chair, your wrists are supposed to be buckled in the straps.”

I had no real understanding of bondage or BDSM but something about the vulnerability of being strapped into the chair lit up a lightbulb above my head and turned my screws in a way that made my dick throb.

I had no special interest in my mom as a sexual being, but I wanted to see her demonstrate as much as the rest of us did. “Okay, I’ll turn the knob!”

“You’ll turn my knob, huh?” Mom made a joke to herself that none of us picked up on as she silently considered her options.

“Come on, don’t be a scaredy cat!” Candace chided our mother sweetly.

“Yeah, don’t be a little girl!” Katie added on with a little sarcasm.

“I wish you would go back to being a little girl! You are growing up so fast,” Mom mused with a knowing smile as she considered her options. Our mom frequently had a knowing smirk like she just heard the punch line to a joke that nobody else knew.

At that moment, she appeared to be at a crossroads and tried to make up her mind.

“Dad is gonna show us anyway,” Chris added confidently. I don’t know why he said that. He had no special assurance about how our dad might react.

“That’s true,” Mom admitted and her blue eyes registered that she had just came to a conclusion. “If I sit in the chair for a few minutes, I think you will change your minds about asking your father to show you more. Will all of you promise not to mess with the chair unless you REALLY want your dad to show you the whole process?”

How could any of us say no to that question?

“Okay, I am going to have to undress,” Mom announced like a warning. My mom wasn’t stodgy or overly modest in how she dressed, but I’d never seen her in bra and panties, much less completely nude.

“NAKED?” Katie was truly shocked. “Are you going to strip down to sit in the chair when it’s your turn, Candace?”

“Sure, why not.” Candace’s cherubic sweet face turned bright red as she blustered.

“You don’t have to sit in the chair after you watch me demonstrate, but if you do then you have to take all your clothes off,” Mom warned before giving us all a chance to back out.

“Mom’s bluffing! She wants us to all freak out and not ask any more questions.” Katie started to brag confidently but she stopped when my mom began to pull her tank top over her head.

I instinctively looked away when my mother’s naturally tear dropped shaped breasts popped out.

“Oh my gosh, they are just boobs, Scott.” Mom stood there and shook them back and forth, causing her tits to slap together. “I never wear a bra at home. I am sure you’ve seen tits before. There is nothing special about mine.”

That wasn't true at all. They were spectacularly sexually arousing and that’s what made me uncomfortable. I didn’t process my mother as a sexual being with sexual needs, and her tits weren’t supposed to sexually excite me at all.

The big natural areola and stubby fat nubs out in the open in the garage while the rest of us were fully clothed was another light bulb that began flickering above my head.

It wasn’t just that I got to see boobs. It’s that I would have felt incredibly insecure and exposed if I had taken my shirt off and everyone else had theirs on. I could only imagine what it was like for my mom.

She blushed but she made no quick move to hide her knockers from us like my sisters did when Chris or I accidentally walked in on them while they were changing.

“If these make you uncomfortable, you aren’t going to like what you see when I take my shorts off, Scott,” Mom assured me. I was suddenly embarrassed even though I assumed it was her that should be.

She wasn’t wearing shoes, and all my mom had on was a chain necklace, her wedding band, an anklet and her jean shorts. She sighed as she unsnapped her denim shorts and gave us time to chicken out. “Okay, don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

“A thong?!!” Katie was horrified as my mom shimmied the jeans down to her ankles. I didn't think it was any big deal that my mother was wearing a thong until Katie expressed her shock.

“Yep.” Mom looked up at her pragmatically and began to roll the tiny white lace thong down her ample thighs.

“You said that I can’t wear sexy panties!”

“That’s because your father and I want you to enjoy being a girl for as long as you can. There is no rush, Katie.” Mom seemed more annoyed than humiliated as she struggled to take them down.

“I am not a girl! I am the oldest! I want panties like that!”

“I am glad you like them.” Mom seemed amused by Katie’s insistence and not inclined to agree with her at all. “We know you are the oldest. Your body hasn’t caught up with the maturity of your brain and you aren’t developed enough to really need them. Can THIS discussion wait until your father gets home?”

Katie silently nodded but then when my mom stood back up she shouted “You don’t have any pubes!”

I hadn’t looked directly at my mother’s private parts when she undressed. I felt guilty for being enticed by her breasts. I intended to avoid the temptation to look at my mom’s pussy but now I simply had to look.

Her pussy lips were puffy, and the slit down the center was wide, smooth and her clitoral hood protruded out of the tip. Her pussy reminded me of a roast beef sandwich from Arby’s that had been turned on its side.

“Yes, it is,” Mom said plainly as she noticed our stunned reactions. “It’s easier to keep clean and there are other reasons. You girls should both try it.”

“No way, I’d be laughed at during sleep overs when other girls saw me like that,” Candace looked genuinely frightened by the very idea.

“My fearless daredevil won’t pass up a chance to sit on the shocker, but being hairless worries you?”

“Some of the girls at the sleepover tease each other because they are flat chested or haven’t started growing pubes,” Candace explained.

“Jesus Christ,” Chris laughed out loud. “I wanna see what y’all do at these sleep overs where you are inspecting each other’s coochies and titties!”

“Yeah, they must have been brutal to Katie, because she’s still flat!” I snickered.

“I have been told more than a handful is a waste anyway,” Katie snarled at me sourly. She was particularly sensitive that Candace had already developed more than she did.

“That’s just something guys who want to get laid say to girls with small boobs,” Chris fired back sharply. He was always quick witted when it came to put downs and teasing.

“Do you guys want to tease each other all day, or are you going to buckle me in, so I can finish this and make lunch?” Mom interrupted with a reaction halfway between annoyed and amused. She wasn’t the type to genuinely complain.

Mom was already seated on the chair with her shoulders up, wrists on the armrest buckles and calves and ankles against the leather straps. It was clear to me that she was eager to get this over with.

“You can just show us how it works,” I extended an offer out of sympathy. I already felt bad enough that we had insisted she demonstrate and put her in this predicament in the first place.

“I won’t show you everything. If you really want to see that, you can wait for your father to come home,” Mom explained. I could tell she was trying to seem clinical in the same way she had talked to me about jerking off but this time she was clearly nervous and uncertain. “In order to show you the basics you have to strap me in. If not, when you turn my knob I have a tendency to want to bolt off the chair.”

My mother’s comfort level grew as she finished with a little light humor.

“Gladly.” Katie immediately started to buckle our mother’s left wrist.

“You have to promise not to leave me here!” Mom insisted firmly.

“No promises,” Chris teased as she began to buckle her other wrist.

“Are you going to make lunch?” Mom laughed playfully because she knew that Chris was kidding.

“Scott and Candy, Go ahead and do my ankles, you don’t have to strap my calves and thighs. I only want you to go up to mild so you can see how it works.”

I didn’t even know that there were more straps for calves and thighs under the chair until I knelt down to begin buckling her ankles.

“Jeez, how is it fun to be tied up?” Candace asked with disgust registering her face as she buckled our mom’s ankle to the chair leg.


“That’s a question that I wish had a simple answer, sweety.” Mom laughed nervously as she tested the buckles by straining against them with her wrists and ankles.

I was about to remind her that if we were old enough to ask, we were old enough to understand the answer but she continued by saying that she’d need to give that some thought and explain later.

“Now, that you know about the chair I will have to think about how to answer that question.”

I blushed and took my time strapping in all six buckles around her ankles but I left them loose. I was incredibly intrigued by how things were turning out but also deeply ashamed of how much I enjoyed it.

“Scott, you aren’t doing me any favors, honey. The buckles are there for my protection. Squeeze them as tight as you can. It’s like laces on your tennis shoes. If you leave them loose like that I’ll kick and squirm.”

“Wow, kick and squirm?” Candace sounded impressed and intrigued.

“You can’t kick and squirm, if you aren’t tied up,” Mom’s laugh was relief that maybe Candace had answered her own question about why anyone wanted to be tied up.

I hadn’t given it much thought, and went with the answer that my mom gave that she’d bolt out of the chair, but there was a lot more to it than that. I just didn’t realize it at the time.

“This is like the rollercoaster seatbelt and that restraining bar that comes down when you get in the ride, Candace. It’s not supposed to hurt.”

“No, this doesn’t hurt me at all,” Mom assured us.

“Surely, it embarrasses you though? Look how wide you have to sit with your ankles bound to the chair legs,” Katie frowned.

“Thanks for reminding me, darling,” Mom admitted with a little chagrin. I stood up and noticed that her pussy lips were resting flatly on the metal.

I was immediately worried about her safety. If my balls were where the shock was going to go first, I’d be worried about that.

“Is that where the shock transfers to your body?”

Mom looked down as if she wasn’t sure and then laughed nervously. “It’s one place. Your father has a tens unit attached to the back of the unit. You can attach a few of the leads to me so I can give you a proper little show.”

My mom sounded so daring and selfless that I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that.

“It is called a tens unit because there are ten little dangly clips?” Katie was already fiddling with what looked like jagged sharp alligator mouth shaped clips attached to wires.

“I have never counted them, but I think there are more than that. Just do one on each of my nipples and ignore the others for now.”

“Won’t it hurt?” Katie said as she tested the tension of the clip by opening and shutting it on her finger with a pained expression.

“After the first little bite of the alligator clip, I’ll barely notice. Are any of you uncomfortable, because you won’t want to know where the other clips go.”

‘I had to know and the question only surged our curiosity.

“Where, up your butt?” Chris joked with a laugh.

My mom’s quiet reaction made it seem like he may have hit the nail on the head but then she shook her head no. “No, I probably should have waited for your father before I did this,” mom admitted with uncharacteristically doubtful regret in her voice and her bright expression waned.

“I am sorry mom, I shouldn’t have said that,” Chris immediately apologized.

“No, I am not mad or anything about what you said. That’s actually not a bad guess,” Mom’s said with an that made it obvious she had been thinking about something else earlier. “It’s just that a bit goes in my mouth so that I don’t bite off my tongue and I won’t be able to talk you through the steps on the knob.”


(shall I continue?)