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The Whore Next Door: Shock Treatment - By - January 13, 2016 - SF Weekly
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The Whore Next Door: Shock Treatment

Physics was never my best subject in school. It wasn't that I didn't understand the course material; I just spent the bulk of my time in class passing notes to my best friend, who I had a monstrous crush on. At 17, girls were far more interesting than electrons, so I barely scraped by with a C-.

I wish that I had paid a bit more attention to Mr. Hoey's lectures on the miracle of electricity, especially after receiving word last month that I had been booked as a top for San Francisco-based fetish porn site electrosluts.com.

Electricity play may be more of a niche fetish, boasting a mere 10,000 enthusiasts on the kinky social networking platform Fetlife. (Compare that to the more than 400,000 kinksters who love spanking enough to include it on their profiles.) And yet, electro-sex has been a mainstay of the kink.com fetish empire for years, with two websites chock full of mean girls torturing each other with Tasers, cattle prods, and a world-class collection of mad-scientist sex toys.

I was initially ambivalent about electricity, as the sensation is more subtle than that of a cruel cane stroke or the sting of a single tail, and I'm a bit of a jock about bottoming. But during one shoot in New York last summer, I was blindsided by a surprise, electricity-induced orgasm that made me reconsider how much I liked the feeling of being shocked.

Electricity play is far less intimidating than one might imagine. The sensation of being shocked can certainly be painful, but it can also be sensual or even soothing (if so administered). Most electro-sex toys — like violet wands or TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation) units — don't deliver much more electricity than a hospital or chiropractor might use for physical therapy, but it's important to make sure the person receiving the electricity does not have a pacemaker and isn't pregnant. It's also important to make sure that the currents are conducted on separate sides of the body, never crossing horizontally and putting the heart and organs at risk of shock.

Despite the undying stigma that comes with being a porn performer, one of the perks of my job is getting the opportunity to play with aspects of sexuality that I may not have had the inclination or resources to explore on my own. Electro-sex toys aren't inexpensive — a violet wand starter set can set you back close to 500 clams — so without the burning desire to explore the fetish I probably wouldn't have dropped the cash. But thanks to porn, I've gotten to play with state-of-the-art electro-sex toys, often wielded by the some of the world's biggest electricity fetish nerds. At this point I've experienced electro-sex from the bottom many times, but this ElectroSluts booking was the first time I was the one in charge of the voltage.

When I arrived at the kinky castle, wardrobe put me and my costar, Nicki Darling, into over-the-top latex outfits and sent us downstairs to a dungeon set that was framed in humming, blue neon light. Darling is an electricity veteran and we easily negotiated some activities with the Taser, zapper, and body plate (which turned my entire body into a buzzing conductive sex toy).

A body's response to being shocked is visceral, so wielding control over that reflex is a quick and potent way to play with power exchange. The flinching, the squirming, and the screaming paired with the white-hot smell of electricity singeing flesh — it's intoxicating.

No matter how conscious a player may be of their safety when playing with a zapper or a cattle prod, the fear that comes from the threat of minor electrocution is difficult to harness, and tons of fun to play with.

Nicki Darling and I tangled our tongues as the camera captured the final seconds of our shoot.

Each time our mouths made contact, they snapped, crackled, and popped — surging with electricity.

It's exactly how I imagined kissing girls would be like back in physics class as I feverishly scribbled inside jokes onto torn-out binder paper, hoping to capture my best friend's heart. Electric.

My high school physics teacher may disagree, but I think my balance of flirting with girls while learning physics via osmosis worked out just fine.