No – this baby runs on the mains. It’s not surprising the device doesn’t run on batteries – no AA battery would be able to keep up with the ridiculously powerful vibration from the magic wand. Based on the infamous Hitachi Magic Wand ‘personal massager’, the Doxy was born when founder Will Garland couldn’t find a suitable replacement for his girlfriend’s broken Hitachi. He turned up at the 2013 adult products trade show ETO with a table, a pull-up banner and the first prototype Doxy Massager, where he met the buyers from Lovehoney and Simply Pleasure. The device is easily operated by applying the soft and smooth head on your whole vulva and scrolling the wheel to operate the level of vibration. Note: it has no pulsation patterns. You can shop the full Lovehoney flash sale here with prices dropping by 50% across a number of best selling products.

The other option was to buy a cheap imported copy which could be potentially dangerous and tended not to work for very long. And I mean than in an ‘Oh god please don’t stop oh oh stop stop aargh no don’t stop aaaarrghh!’ kind of way. A Doxy doesn’t have endless options to think about – there are just three buttons: on/off, up and down. We called it Doxy after the old fashioned word for a “floozy”. It took two years to get the design right and source the components that we couldn’t make ourselves,’ he said. Instead of having endless options and apps like so many sex toys these days, it does one thing – but it does it brilliantly.

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The forcefulness of the Doxy experience means that it isn’t going to be for everyone, but if you’ve tried wand vibrators and know you like them, then I cannot recommend this thing highly enough. This might sound unimportant, but if like me you suffer from repetitive strain injury (I get it from typing, before anyone suggests the obvious) that’s triggered by vibrations, it’s an important plus point. Then the strangest thing happened – as the explosion hit, I was overcome with such intensity of feelings that I burst out laughing. On first use I started off slow with some gentle vibrations and as I turned up the power I instantaneously felt the magic. Within minutes the intense build-up of tension in my body had been released and I was left throbbing and fluttering. It’s used as an external vibrator with easily varied intensity, and if you’re a woman who gets off on direct clitoral stimulation (or perineal – men can play happily with the Doxy as well, with a bit of imagination), then applying a really hefty, mains-powered massager to that area has pretty explosive results.

You could combine it with a dildo for penetration, or save this for when you have an urgent need to orgasm – and fast. It delivers a very different orgasm to your bullet vibrator as it stimulates your entire sex organ (vulva, clitoris, labia). Their latest model is the Doxy Number 3 which at first glance is simply a smaller, compact version of the original.While this has meant I’ve not scrambled around for batteries when the mood has taken me, I have found myself battling with the cord under the sheets as it’s pretty lengthy: it’s 1.8 metres, ‘for versatile use’ – whatever that means. How does it work?

I can highly recommend being tied up first (safe words and easy release knots go without saying) so that you can’t escape, because however much you might think you want to make it stop, it really is the most delicious torture ever devised.

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If you’ve ever had trouble climaxing, have never had an orgasm, get off on direct clitoral stimulation, or simply want a better orgasm, it’s for you. It’s also equally good when used alone or with a partner, to enhance your (or more likely his) foreplay technique. You said it was loud, how loud are we talking? But I wasn’t going to be beaten by something that had the potential to be officially the Best Thing Ever, so the next day I informed my boyfriend that he could witness the power of the Doxy. The massage head of the Hitachi Magic Wand was made from cast metal, and it just so happened that Mr Garland knew someone who owned a factory in Cornwall, casting scaffold joints. My head quite literally felt as though it was going to burst, as well as floundering in paroxysms of delight I was simultaneously (and quite genuinely) wondering whether I was going to have to call for an ambulance.