THE
RETURN OF THE NEW YORK MISTRESSES!
FETISH EXTRAVAGANZA ELECTRIFIED
BY SADOMASOCHISTIC GADGET
By Mistress
Kali Ward
Forward and Editing by Nancy Ava Miller, M.Ed.
Copyright © 2002 by Nancy Ava Miller, M.Ed.
…comes man, naked and mortal
Ready for truth, for speech, for wings…
Czeslaw MiloszThere is no good or evil—only power and those too weak to use it.
From Harry Potter
How This Article Was Born:
A Forward
Originally titled "The Ultimate Threesome Featuring the HotBoxx,"
the following story is a must read for anyone contemplating (or involved
in) sado-erotic electrical sex-play. Here Mistress Kali Ward discusses her
first glimpse of the latest kink craze, the HotBoxx, a sensual device with
phallic appendages capable of applying electrical stimulation—torturous to
tantalizing—on cunts, clits, ass-slits, and elsewhere on human anatomy,
and—incidentally—on several "victims" at once!
Recently, Mistress Kali Ward, now a Las Vegas resident, revisited the
PEP-Buffalo (New York) S&M Support Network she founded in 1998. The event was
touted as "New York Unites," a weekend fetish spectacular
offering B&D/S&M lectures, demos, discussion, education, and
camaraderie. There Kali reconnected not only with her group but also with
her dear friend, Mistress Nona of New York City, inventor of the HotBoxx.
Nona, an invited speaker, was at the pageant to show off her creation, her
brainchild. Using metal pussy and ass probes, she wired—via their eager
orifices—three naked conference attendees to her HotBoxx control panel.
Nona poked and rotated the tampon-like plugs, then poked and rotated some
buttons on the HotBoxx. Electricity sizzled. Thus the fireworks began…
Kali gazed from her front row seat. And, at that moment, the germ of this
article was born…
Mistress Kali Meets the HotBoxx!
In a moment there would be gaping pussies and puckered
assholes—wired up,
helpless, zapped with electricity—three people revealing swollen wet
cavities poked and stuffed with phallic plugs resembling fat metal
tampons, ominous cylinders sprouting wires leading to a control panel for
a sadomasochistic sexual device labeled the HotBoxx, the latest craze in
fetish paraphernalia. In a moment: a rhythmic jig of sweat and torment
while this same threesome squirmed and moaned before an attentive audience
of people dressed in leather or donning spike heels; of people draped in
chains; of tattooed people with pierced pricks, or clits, or nipples,
lips, tongues; of men or women led by leashes; of gentlemen with rouge on
cheeks, their falsies plump beneath silk blouses.
March 16, 2002—The event: The kick-off of New York Unites, a fetish
extravaganza featuring demonstrations and lectures presented by headliners
throughout the S&M underground. The weekend bash was hosted by the
Board of Directors of PEP-Buffalo B&D/S&M Fetish Support Group. As
I cased the big room—a ballroom, in fact—I ruminated how I had started
this group over three years ago, on August 1, 1998—conjured it, built it,
grew it and nurtured it—created this enclave for kinky folks to gather, to
learn, to explore, and—-sometimes—to fall in love. My eyes misted as I
pondered, reminisced.
In fact, it was here, I recollected, at PEP-Buffalo, I first met Mistress
Nona, famous New York City SM practitioner and devoted friend to the
fetish community (and now to me). Nona—architect of the renowned HotBoxx—had
this night returned to PEP-Buffalo to show-off her handiwork—to discuss
and demonstrate the possibilities for this brainchild, this lovechild,
this gadget for the electrical stimulation of humans, a thing born out of
Nona's passion and perversion and her flair for the sadistic.
Yes, Nona had returned to PEP-Buffalo and I—the founder of this unique
group—had returned also, flying across deserts and mountains and the vast
Midwest, skirting Canada to light here in Western New York, far from my
new domicile in sunny Las Vegas. I had come back to embrace my former
hometown, to hug and kiss my old PEP buddies, returned to find a
burgeoning organization that grew from my own wet-dreams and sexual needs
to this—an on-going hub of education and socialization for New York SMers
and fetishists, highlighted tonight and, indeed, for this entire weekend,
by a powwow called New York Unites.
The big room filled and bustled as Nona completed hushed conversation with
the threesome earmarked for her pussy and ass plugs, the three volunteers
designated for the HotBoxx demo. In the dim light, their naked bodies
glistened—hesitant and hunched slightly like damp virgins awaiting
sacrifice near the lip of a volcano. I grabbed a front row seat. The show
was starting!
Nona—long hair caressing her shoulders, wearing baggy black and white
camouflage pants topped by a HotBoxx t-shirt knotted at the waist—stood before the spectators, phallic do-dads
in her hands.
"There are three isolated channels," she began, "three
sources of pleasure or, perhaps, three sources of agony. You can, for
example, attach an anal probe on Channel One." Here, she held up the
tampon-like silver contrivance spouting wires from one end.
"And," she continued, "you can use a pussy probe on Channel
Two." Another metal tube—the pussy probe—graced the stage. "Or
you can even hook yourself up on Channel Three. Each channel operates
discretely from the others, providing separate stimulation or pain for
three or more individuals."
The person controlling the appliance, it turns out, orchestrates the
charge meted to those attached by cunt or asshole (or elsewhere) to the
HotBoxx.
The Ultimate Threesome:
Plural Ecstasy
Nona beckoned to the first
volunteer—Karen, a petite blonde. Her bare body
quivered as Nona, whispering and smiling, eased her prey belly-up on the
examination table, spreading the thighs so on-lookers received a clear
view of that pink pussy-hole, pulsating and moist. Karen twitched as Nona
caressed her labia and clit, encouraging her to widen and welcome the
pussy plug. Karen's hips pumped as Nona inserted one cylinder, working it
in and out, up and down, smooth and deep within the slit. Except for
Karen's groans, the hall was silent as we stared towards her cunt with its
tentacles oozing out from the wet flesh and stretching towards the HotBoxx
controls.
Nona shot me a side glace and we exchanged subtle smiles.
Jim, the second HotBoxx victim, stood at the head of the table, facing us,
peering at the audience. He was clean-cut. If dressed in suit and tie, he
might have been mistaken for a CPA or a lawyer. Hell! For all I know, he
could have been a CPA or lawyer!
"Bend over. You're next," Nona told him as the anal device
kissed his furrowed ass.
Jim's head drooped and he murmured some phrase of approval as the butt
probe poked, invaded, violated. He exhaled, eyes glazed, distant, aloof.
His face hovered above Karen's.
Nona turned her gaze to the last slut in the threesome, David. From my
front row seat, I scrutinized his muscular physique, the round hard rump.
"Crawl on the examination table between Karen's legs," Nona
ordered him, "and expose your hole to the audience."
He obeyed, derriere high and brazen, revealing a rosy orifice as he leaned
forward over Karen's own flushed form—that tiny body—perspiring, prone,
vulnerable, her cunt held wide. The crowd watched as Nona bent forward,
plowed her hand deep between David's cheeks and massaged, lubricated and
fingered his distended anus. She then glided the final phallic plug up his
rectum. His sphincter seemed to suck in the device, closing snuggly around
it. Wires dangled from his rear, trailing towards the HotBoxx buttons.
Three probes! Three channels! Three perverts awaiting the power of the
plugs! The fanfare was about to begin…
Nona adjusted Channel One for Karen whose soft laments became louder and
louder, changing ultimately to frenzied gasps and stifled screams. Her
body danced in rhythm, it seemed, with the burning frequency spit out by
the HotBoxx.
Next, Channel Two for Jim. His eyes, already glazed and dazed, now shut
down tight. Mouth agape, head tossing back and forth, Jim also twitched
and moved in harmony with the jolts of electricity sizzling through the
wires, through the metal butt plug puncturing his innards with tingles and
explosions. In a wild dance of splendor, torture and delight, he clung to
the padded examination platform, fingertips digging into its upholstery.
David knew he was next. And the audience, in anticipation, knew, too. His
bloated sphincter bobbed and pulsed as Nona, jabbing at buttons, increased
the frequency, the intensity—higher and higher. And thus David began his
own spastic jitterbug on the table above Karen, the two of them looking
like some crazy cartoon characters fucking off-kilter in fast-forward.
Beyond the stage, some audience members, I noticed, were themselves
twitching and squirming in their chairs.
HotBoxx Heads to Vegas!
And then there must have been applause. I don't recall it, however, nor do
I remember exiting the room in, perhaps, some sweaty sea of humanity. The
gasps and moans still resonated in my brain, throbbed within my genitals.
Taunting me were images of cunt and asshole, reamed and rammed with metal
do-dads, plus the fantasies of what I myself might do with such a toy like
Nona's—the sluts and slits and clits and tits I might burn or tease or
torture! Like Nona, I could string up three or four at once, shocking each
person separately while others awaited their fates, squealing—begging to
be next… Or begging for mercy…? I could jolt them to the edge of
orgasm, then stop them short with the touch of a knob and the subsequent
cessation of electric current. Their pleas would take on new meaning, new
tone, as my threesome or foursome prayed for orgasm, invoking not the name
of God, but beseeching me instead for more—more stimulation, more
hurt—so
they could sway and swell and rock and tremble as they came and came and
came!
Later that night, in a corner of the ballroom-cum-dungeon, a group of my
New York PEP friends encircled me. They had, they said, a "special
gift" for me, a gift proffered with love and with murmurs of
gratitude and praise for me—founder of PEP-Buffalo. Then these dear
buddies presented me with my very own, spanking new HotBoxx—a piece of New
York to have and to hold and to carry back home with me—a memory for all
time to light and ignite my new hometown, the neon land of Las Vegas!
Addendum
Two days after returning to the Southwest, Kali Ward, accompanied by her
HotBoxx, attended a Nevada fetish gathering. There she impressed
party-goers with her new plaything, testing it on Las Vegas S&M
players.
"I hope to locate more 'victims' for my HotBoxx," says Kali.
"Perhaps YOU?"
More About the Author:
In addition to founding PEP (People Exchanging Power) in Buffalo, Kali
Ward is the esteemed recipient of the PEP-National Dedication award for
her generous devotion to and labors for our cherished B&D/S&M
fetish community—in New York and elsewhere. Kali also runs PEP's
Nationwide Convention in Albuquerque each year. Well-educated, a published
writer, and a former model, she is an articulate woman of honesty,
integrity, sincerity, intelligence and stunning physical allure. To talk
with Kali about the HotBoxx, about her famous "Hugo the Dildo,"
or about other sexual and/or human concerns, please call Kali any hour at
For more HotBoxx information or to reach Mistress Nona:
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