The next time I met Sofia was on a rainy day in Kentish Town, and as we strolled towards Camden, the air was thick with anticipation. The cozy little coffee shop in the stables was the perfect setting for our rendezvous.
As we lounged on the plush sofa, Sofia rested her legs on my lap, requesting a foot rub. As I massaged and caressed her feet, we chatted about our lives and desires, feeling our connection deepen.
Sofia soon inquired about the electric shock device I had brought with me. It was a cock and ball torture device that she'd been keen to try on me. Eager to please, I confirmed I had it with and she told me to put it on in the bathroom.
Sofia went to the bathroom first, upon her return she showed me a mouth-watering photo she'd just taken in the cubical of the panties she was wearing. I then slipped off to the bathroom, trying to hide my erection as a I passed through the crowds of Camden. Once safely in a cubical, I attached the electric shock device, which consisted of a hard ring that encompasses the balls, and another that slips over the cock. These two rings act as electrodes, and I'd be giving Sofia the remote control.
Upon rejoining her, the device firmly attached to my most sensitive parts, Sofia took control. She zapped me a few times, having me repeat phrases of submission and obedience while she looked deep into my eyes, her finger on the trigger. The thrill of our secret power play intensified as she continued toying with me, even with strangers nearby.
We left the coffee shop to wander the market, the snug rings around my balls serving as a constant reminder of Sofia's control. When we returned to the shop, our game resumed. She spat in my tea and watched with a wicked grin as I drank it.
Finally, as our encounter drew to a close, Sofia granted me permission to remove the device. When I returned from the restroom, I found a surprise waiting for me: a bottle of warm piss and the panties she had taken off were now tucked away in my bag, a memento of our electrifying encounter.
As I walked Sofia home, she instructed me to take the plastic water bottle of her piss from my bag and drink it. I did as I was told and took a couple of mouthfuls of her nectar. Sofia clearly took pleasure in my submission, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. I complied, taking a few more sips as we strolled down the street.
Curious, she asked how she tasted. I admitted that her taste was sweet, a pleasant surprise compared to others I had experienced. Our connection deepened as we shared in this intimate exchange.
Upon reaching Sofia's home, we said our goodbyes. She instructed me to use the remaining piss as I wanked with her panties later, requesting that I send her photos of the moment.
