In the early stages of a BDSM jag I visited this French lady in Victoria for some light bondage and teasing. The lady looked like Pierre's favourite naughty auntie, about 50-ish, slightly overweight with an ample chest, she had an exotic slim young girl as an assistant, who's job it turned out was to suck when told to. I was tied to a bed, legs wide, cushion under my arse, blindfolded, my senses were somewhat deprived, some amyl had been administered, I heard the rustle of paper/plastic, frenchie said take a deep breath, milliseconds later my genitals exploded, I wasn't sure it it was a laser death ray, high tension electrics, or she had poured rocket fuel over me and set it alight, I'm not sure what I screamed, something like, Oh fuck no, for sure. The sensation subsided, young exotic fearfully took the blindfold off, and I saw frenchie standing at the bottom of the bed wearing yellow marigolds and holding a large bunch of stinging nettles that she had taken from a Sainsbury's plastic bag. She apologised profusely and explained that a lot of her clients enjoyed it, but perhaps not so much the first time. I thought I would be scarred for life, but it quietened down quite quickly and had no lasting effect. The young exotic gave me owo as a consolation prize. I moved onto electrics shortly after that, leaving Gardener's World behind.
