Evil Designz I: The Terrible Sound

Evil Designz I: The Terrible Sound

Introduction

Jenny had already made Matt her slave back when she had been a nurse in the NHS. Matt, a real masochist, had quite happily agreed to be Jenny’s sex slave and painslut. For him it had been a dream come true. When Jenny had any time off she would have fun tormenting Matt. She had liked to see him squirm in erotic pain, and she had indulged most of her erotic fantasies over the years. She had had fun sitting on his face, and using a soft cat o’ nine tails on his erect cock as he had licked her out. The pain of having his cock thrashed had only made him harder, and many times he had come on the lash, spurting his hot white cum up into the air.

Jenny, of course, had not limited herself to only one such BDSM activity. She had enjoyed strapping on a thick, plastic dildo around her waist, and fucking Matt’s arsehole. Over the years she had been able to train his arse to take thicker and longer dildoes. Then there had been golden showers: Jenny the mistress had liked pissing in Matt’s face and on his body. That, of course, had led to her pissing in his open mouth, and him swallowing her golden wine with great enthusiasm. Being a nurse she had known that as long as she was healthy then Matt drinking her piss was not an unsafe activity.

She had acquired nipple clamps, making sure that Matt did not wear them for too long. But his wince of pain as she had tightened a clamp on his nipples had been a real turn on for her. There was no doubt that Matt was a masochist; and no doubt that Jenny had sadistic urges, despite the fact that she was a nurse.

Strap-ons, nipple clamps and cat o’ nine tails were joined by ball crushers, penile restraints, chains, padlocks, piercing needles and wax candles. Jenny knew just how far she could torment the male form and still have it recover from any temporary bruises or other minor injuries. After all, she had not wanted to break her toy: outside of her “play” she loved Matt. And he had a ten inch cock. She wouldn’t easily find another guy like him.

Then had come Covid; and that had been followed by declining pay, in real terms, and the nurse’s strike. Jenny, when she did work, worked longer and longer hors for a declining reward. Eventually she had had enough. Jenny handed her notice in.

She had not quit on a whim, with no way to support herself. Jenny, in terms of tech, was pretty smart, and kept abreast with all developments in the fields of technology. She had seen a gap in the market, and had decided to use the newest tech in the world and apply it to BDSM equipment. That was going to be her new job.

By then she had several friends in the BDSM community, including a couple of professional dommes. From talking with them she was sure that her idea was financially sound, and that there was a market for high tech BDSM devices. All that she had to do was to make them.

Device One: The Terrible Sound

Saturday night, and Jenny was feeling a little nervous. She had five women coming over to look at the first device of Evil Designz, her new company. She had tested the device several times, and it had always functioned as it was supposed to. But that didn’t stop her from being nervous: two of the five women were professional dommes, and if the device was not popular then her new career would be over before it had begun. She had sunk all of her money into the device. There was nothing like it on the planet.

There was a knock on the door. The first of the women, a big black domme by the name of Mistress Kruel, had arrived. Jenny showed her into her living room, the curtains pulled tight. Soon all five women were seated in the room. It was time to get on with the show.

“Tonight I will be showing you the first of my devices, something I have called the Terrible Sound.” Jenny said. “I’m sure that you all know what a sound is, and where it goes in the male anatomy. Most sounds are metal. Mine is not. What it is made of is a trade secret, but I can tell you that it is one of these new super-materials. The material is slick enough that you don’t need to put any fluid on it to slide it into a slave’s urethra. It will slide in easily by itself. But that is not what is so special about the sound. There is micro-circuitry running through the sound. As you can see there is a diode at the end of the sound. When the sound is activated – .” And here Jenny held up a small remote control. “ – a former of high-tech adhesion takes place between the sound and whatever it is touching. It becomes utterly impossible to remove the sound from the slave’s urethra, or for it to accidentally slide out. Not only that, but nothing can get past the sound, as I will be demonstrating in a little bit. No piss, and definitely no cum, will come out of the slave’s cock. Now, would anybody like to hold the sound, while I use the remote? Then you will see how impossible it is to remove it.”

“I’ll try.” an amateur domme called Mistress Kathy said. Jenny handed over the sound. The device was not shiny and metallic, but looked the colour of carbon fibre. “Do I just hold it?”

“Yes.” Jenny said. “Put your fingers around it.”

Kathy did as instructed. Then Jenny pressed the button on her remote. The red diode at the end of the sound lit up.

“Okay, try taking your fingers off the sound.” Jenny said. This was the test.

Kathy tried to uncurl her fingers from around the device. But she could not. She used her other hand to try and remove her fingers. But she still couldn’t.

“I can’t do it.” Kathy said. “But there’s no glue, and I don’t feel any suction. How are you doing it?”

“Trade secret.” Jenny said. “No, there is no glue, and no suction. It is perfectly safe. But the flesh of your fingers would come off before you broke free. Let’s just say that, at the moment, there is a fundamental force joining the sound to your fingers.”

Jenny pressed the button on the remote, and made as though to have the sound back. But the other four women wanted to try it for themselves.

A little later, when all five women were satisfied as to the efficacy of the device, Jenny moved on to the live demonstration. For that she brought in Slave Matt.

Matt was wearing an Arab strap and a full leather hood, and nothing else. There was a bright red ball gag in his mouth, as Jenny didn’t want her neighbours calling the police (she would be moving somewhere she could soundproof as soon as she could afford to). The leather hood completely covered Matt’s features, safeguarding his identity. There was a hole for his mouth – plugged by the gag – and two small holes at his nostrils, and that was it. Matt’s hands were handcuffed behind his back, as Jenny didn’t want him interfering with the show. The combination of the Arab strap and the wonder drug called Viagra ensured that Matt would not lose his erection.

“My slave has agreed to show you the sound in operation.” Jenny said. “Not that he had any real choice in the matter, if he wanted to cum. You see I have promised him that he can cum tonight. I have been edging him for the past month, but not allowed him to cum. His balls are swollen with sperm, and the poor dear is desperate to cum.”

The five dommes leaned forwards in their chairs to stare at Matt’s swollen cock. It was bigger than ninety-five percent of the pathetic males they dealt with. They were not adverse to seeing it cum. But they also wanted to see this slave, if not in pain, then at least in a sizeable amount of discomfort.

“Of course Matt will only cum with the sound inside his urethra. Let’s see just how effective it is at keeping all that nasty white filth bottled up inside him.”

Jenny prayed that her device would work. She had not yet had chance to test it. She wanted the sensations which Matt would feel to come as a surprise to him. This would be the first time that he would cum, but find his sperm blocked.

She slid the sound into Matt’s cock, all the way to the little LED at the end. The sound slid in fairly easily, with only a few grunts from Matt. He had experienced sounds before. But not this one.

When the sound was almost buried inside Matt’s defenceless cock Jenny pressed the button on the remote. The LED lit up red.

“If you would try to free the sound you will see that it will not slide out.” Jenny said, crossing her fingers and hoping that that would be the case. “Don’t pull too hard on it – remember that, at the moment, it is connected by an unbreakable bond to the lining of my slave’s urethra. That isn’t replaceable.”

All five women came up to tug on the end of the high tech sound. It didn’t move, but stayed in place. Jenny breathed a sigh of relief, while Matt merely grunted into his shiny red plastic ball gag. A couple of the dommes felt Matt’s balls, squeezing lightly, just to see how swollen with spunk they were.

“Now let’s see what happens when my slave cums.” Jenny said. “I suspect that it won’t take long.”

Jenny proceeded to give Matt an exquisite, teasing handjob, using all of her skill and art. As she had known, it didn’t take long for Matt to cum.

It was a spectacular sight, as not one drop of Matt’s cum leaked out past the sound. It was all trapped inside him, a most unpleasant sensation. Matt groaned loudly around the gag. Jenny was glad it was in his mouth, as it would have been too noisy otherwise. The five dommes clapped and cheered. This was what they had come to see.

His knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, trying to curl up into a ball. But Jenny was having none of that. She hauled him back to his feet.

“Would you like the sound removed?” she asked Matt. He nodded his head. Jenny got the remote and a glass. She pressed the button on the remote, and the light went out at the end of the sound. She slid the sound out with one hand, while holding the glass under the end of Matt’s cock, now beginning to slowly become a little detumescent. Slowly the trapped spunk began to flow out of the cock and into the glass. Jenny massaged Matt’s cock until she was sure that all of the spunk had come out. It was a lot more than Matt’s usual spend.

“Now we just have to dispose of this.” Jenny said. She unbuckled the ball gag and removed it from Matt’s mouth. “Open wide. Tilt your head back.”

The five dommes watched as Jenny tilted the glass so that the spunk went into Matt’s open mouth. They thrilled to see a male humiliated in such a manner, forced to drink his own cum. Jenny made sure that Matt swallowed every last bit of his spunk.

The demonstration was over. But, judging from what the dommes said, Jenny thought that it had been a success. With some luck it was the start of a new career in designing BDSM and femdom toys.