ZAAAAPPPP!!!!
Or the JOY of CATTLE PRODS
There are few toys more misunderstood, and for that reason downright scary, than the humble cattle prod. In the 20 years I have used mine, it has never failed but to get a frightened reaction, if not from the person on the receiving end, then from those watching. And, for the most part its terrible reputation is not deserved.
The cattle prod is, in point of fact, one of the safest electrical toys around. It produces a high voltage, but no current and because the voltage only travels between the two contact points, usually about a half inch apart, causes no danger to the heart or nervous system. Like the Violet Wand, it is quite safe to use the cattle prod above the waist as long as the sub does not have a pacemaker. Unlike the Violet Wand however, the jolt from the cattle prod is a very powerful sensation sometimes described as a kick or even like a cut. It is a very effective toy, in some ways too effective because a jolt from it usually will hurl even the most thoroughly endorphined sub out of subspace and back to reality. For that reason it is best used to end a scene.
But I'll tell you the truth. The most fun I get from using the cattle prod is in public play where it can scare the living daylights out of people.
My prod is about 35 years old. I got it when I was in graduate school and the students had a bad habit of letting their dogs run loose. Sometimes they could become rather dangerous and since I had no desire to shoot the beasts I acquired a prod to defend myself. It is a small unit for the time, uses three batteries which run a small motor. The workings of the prod are similar to those of a vandegraaf generator except the voltage comes out the two contacts on the end, rather than being spread over the surface of the metal ball.
Anyway, I came home and put the prod away in a drawer figuring I would never need it again. Then, in the summer of 1980, I was trying to figure out a new entertainment for my girlfriend and while in the library found the Amnesty International Report on Torture, always a fountain of information and ideas for us pervs. Any lo and behold the authors of that august document had a whole section on the use of the cattle prod.
I immediately went next door to the hardware store and bought new batteries and went home.
Anyway, I first brought the prod to a party in the fall of 1988 as part of my Halloween costume but no one paid much notice to it, figuring no doubt that it was part of the costume. A few years later, however, by which time I had become the CDG corporate secretary, we had changed our party rules to allow for battery operated electric toys. I had insisted on the change to go along with allowing singletails. Of course Don and C figured I was talking about vibrators, ha ha ha.
Well, the next party I strapped the prod and its holster on and walked into the dungeon. C took one look at it and said, "Is that a CATTLE PROD???" with an expression that cannot be described. I responded that of course it was and we had changed the party rules to allow for them. At that point Kevin, our rather large Sergeant at Arms said, "I'm not getting in a fight between two executive board members!" and left the room. C shook her head and went upstairs totally flusterated and I had a good laugh.
When C resigned as head of the club, our new board decided to have meeting where we would introduce ourselves to the new people of club. It sort of turned into Dangerous Toys night and of course I had my prod. One of our members in the audience said, "Now you have to remember that those are designed to move a couple of thousand pounds of beef." To which I responded laughing that that pretty much described a few of the subs I had played with. We had made a decision, as a board, that it would be good for us to wear some toys, usually whips, on our belts at meetings to sort of encourage the other members to be more out about what they were into. I, of course, would wear the cattle prod.
I had one more real good laugh with it at CDG and that was one night when a group of us were giving a program to a psyche class at College of DuPage, a junior college in the Chicago suburbs. I brought my briefcase and kept it closed through the first part of the program while we babbled inanely about scene stuff that had no meaning at all to the students and then, finally, we got to the interesting part--Show and Tell--where we would describe a favorite toy or ten (One time one of our dommes brought at least 75 pounds of toys in her bag. I know because I got stuck carrying the damned thing!). Well, I kept my briefcase closed even after I started to talk and then went into a long introduction explaining that the toy I had required some knowledge of how to use it, how the sub had to be very well restrained, preferably blindfolded and gagged, etc.. And as I was doing this a very cold sweat was breaking out on the faces of my fellow panel members who were getting absolutely horrified at what was about to be unleashed.
Then, with a flourish, I opened the case and took out a water pistol, at which point I turned and said to my fellows, "And I'll bet you all thought I had something else in there, didn't you?" It was without a doubt, the best totally non-consensual mindfuck I ever did.
Oh, by the way, it really is important to have the sub well tied when you use the prod. I remember one time I had a sub tied facing the post in my basement, blindfolded and took out the prod. I turned on the motor and held it so she could hear it, of course she thought it was a vibrator. Then I touched her ass cheek and she nearly pulled the house down!
It really is quite a jolt.
Or the JOY of CATTLE PRODS
There are few toys more misunderstood, and for that reason downright scary, than the humble cattle prod. In the 20 years I have used mine, it has never failed but to get a frightened reaction, if not from the person on the receiving end, then from those watching. And, for the most part its terrible reputation is not deserved.
The cattle prod is, in point of fact, one of the safest electrical toys around. It produces a high voltage, but no current and because the voltage only travels between the two contact points, usually about a half inch apart, causes no danger to the heart or nervous system. Like the Violet Wand, it is quite safe to use the cattle prod above the waist as long as the sub does not have a pacemaker. Unlike the Violet Wand however, the jolt from the cattle prod is a very powerful sensation sometimes described as a kick or even like a cut. It is a very effective toy, in some ways too effective because a jolt from it usually will hurl even the most thoroughly endorphined sub out of subspace and back to reality. For that reason it is best used to end a scene.
But I'll tell you the truth. The most fun I get from using the cattle prod is in public play where it can scare the living daylights out of people.
My prod is about 35 years old. I got it when I was in graduate school and the students had a bad habit of letting their dogs run loose. Sometimes they could become rather dangerous and since I had no desire to shoot the beasts I acquired a prod to defend myself. It is a small unit for the time, uses three batteries which run a small motor. The workings of the prod are similar to those of a vandegraaf generator except the voltage comes out the two contacts on the end, rather than being spread over the surface of the metal ball.
Anyway, I came home and put the prod away in a drawer figuring I would never need it again. Then, in the summer of 1980, I was trying to figure out a new entertainment for my girlfriend and while in the library found the Amnesty International Report on Torture, always a fountain of information and ideas for us pervs. Any lo and behold the authors of that august document had a whole section on the use of the cattle prod.
I immediately went next door to the hardware store and bought new batteries and went home.
Anyway, I first brought the prod to a party in the fall of 1988 as part of my Halloween costume but no one paid much notice to it, figuring no doubt that it was part of the costume. A few years later, however, by which time I had become the CDG corporate secretary, we had changed our party rules to allow for battery operated electric toys. I had insisted on the change to go along with allowing singletails. Of course Don and C figured I was talking about vibrators, ha ha ha.
Well, the next party I strapped the prod and its holster on and walked into the dungeon. C took one look at it and said, "Is that a CATTLE PROD???" with an expression that cannot be described. I responded that of course it was and we had changed the party rules to allow for them. At that point Kevin, our rather large Sergeant at Arms said, "I'm not getting in a fight between two executive board members!" and left the room. C shook her head and went upstairs totally flusterated and I had a good laugh.
When C resigned as head of the club, our new board decided to have meeting where we would introduce ourselves to the new people of club. It sort of turned into Dangerous Toys night and of course I had my prod. One of our members in the audience said, "Now you have to remember that those are designed to move a couple of thousand pounds of beef." To which I responded laughing that that pretty much described a few of the subs I had played with. We had made a decision, as a board, that it would be good for us to wear some toys, usually whips, on our belts at meetings to sort of encourage the other members to be more out about what they were into. I, of course, would wear the cattle prod.
I had one more real good laugh with it at CDG and that was one night when a group of us were giving a program to a psyche class at College of DuPage, a junior college in the Chicago suburbs. I brought my briefcase and kept it closed through the first part of the program while we babbled inanely about scene stuff that had no meaning at all to the students and then, finally, we got to the interesting part--Show and Tell--where we would describe a favorite toy or ten (One time one of our dommes brought at least 75 pounds of toys in her bag. I know because I got stuck carrying the damned thing!). Well, I kept my briefcase closed even after I started to talk and then went into a long introduction explaining that the toy I had required some knowledge of how to use it, how the sub had to be very well restrained, preferably blindfolded and gagged, etc.. And as I was doing this a very cold sweat was breaking out on the faces of my fellow panel members who were getting absolutely horrified at what was about to be unleashed.
Then, with a flourish, I opened the case and took out a water pistol, at which point I turned and said to my fellows, "And I'll bet you all thought I had something else in there, didn't you?" It was without a doubt, the best totally non-consensual mindfuck I ever did.
Oh, by the way, it really is important to have the sub well tied when you use the prod. I remember one time I had a sub tied facing the post in my basement, blindfolded and took out the prod. I turned on the motor and held it so she could hear it, of course she thought it was a vibrator. Then I touched her ass cheek and she nearly pulled the house down!
It really is quite a jolt.