And here comes the really hard part.  What follows is an account that I’ve pieced together from my disjointed recollection, messages that I received both during and after the session (although I didn’t ACTUALLY read them until after it was finished….lol), and the Log In records of the Power Outlet control app (Embrighten).
 
PS.  I won’t mention the identities of anyone but myself.
 
At or around 2:00, I heard the ominous sound of the second power outlet clicking “on.”  Someone I’d previously shared my email address with had figured out my remarkably easypassword clues, and they’d activated the massage wand taped and crotch roped square onto my panty-clad privates.  For anyone keeping score, I’d say on a scale of 1 – 10, I was horny as fuck from waiting around hogtied since 2:00.  Who am I kidding.  I was in freaking heat from not being tied up remotelyand strictly in about the last three months.  I’ve been CRAVING this shit so bad that the familiar startling impact of those first