Evil Designz 3: A Gripping Fist and a Stinging Whip

Evil Designz 3: The Gripping Fist and a Stinging Whip

Jenny had finally finished designs for a couple more high tech torture devices, to be used on men by dominant women. As Jenny had decided that her submissive husband, Matt, would now only get to cum when he was showing off these devices, it had been a frustrating couple of months for him, as Jenny delighted in teasing him. Yes, there had been a lot of teasing, but no release of orgasm. Matt knew that when Jenny displayed the devices to her domme friends that there would be a considerable amount of pain. But he didn’t care, as long as he finally got to cum.

One Saturday night Jenny was ready to show off the prototype for devices which she hoped that her business would sell. One device was a Gripping Fist; the other was a Stinging Whip. Jenny invited half a dozen women to witness the demonstration. All but one of the women were professional dommes. Jenny hoped that at least some of them might buy her devices – and that these women would give good reviews to her devices, so that news of them would spread. It was not as though Jenny could advertise in normal magazines.

This was the third time that Jenny had given such a display, showing off her devices on the body of her masochistic hubby. So far she had shown off the Terrible Sound; Shockers; and Three Rings. The displays had gone well, allowing Jenny to survive financially through moneys received for her nascent BDSM business. People needed sex toys. BDSM was big business, now. And a lot of people were into things a lot stronger than 50 Shades of Grey.

The display took place in Jenny’s living room. It was an old house, with roof beams. In one roof beam metal rings had been installed. Matt was chained up to that beam, his hands manacled together and raised up above his head so that his body was taut. His head was covered in a black latex hood, sans eyeholes, so that he could not see what was being done to him. A bright red plastic ballgag was in his mouth so that he would not make too much noise. The ballgag would come out at the end, though, as one factor of his orgasm was that, from now on, he had to drink all his own cum. And with the constant teasing, and two months of orgasm denial, Jenny expected that he would produce a lot of hot white cum.

Apart from the hood Matt was naked. His cock was already rock hard, his glans a purplish colour. But that was a result of the Viagra which he had been fed a little earlier. Jenny liked to work on a hard cock.

None of the dommes were late. They were all in their seats by nine. Some of them had invested in the devices, and were very happy with them. But even if they didn’t desire to invest in any of the devices shown this evening, then they still had a free BDSM show. All of these women enjoyed seeing males being subjugated.

They were dressed in leather for the most part. They liked to look the part. But nothing which would scare the neighbours, or attract untoward attention. Mistress Kruel, Lady Divine, Satanica, Goddess Lovi, and Mistress Mean had come before. But there was a new guest, a Japanese domme with long black hair who went by the name of Kitsune. Kitsune were fox spirits in Japanese legends.

When the guests were seated Jenny took up a position next to her chained but willing husband.

“Tonight I will be showing off my two newest devices. The first device I call the Gripping Fist; the second is the Stinging Whip. I’ll explain about the whip later.”

Jenny held up the first device. It looked like a human fist, cut off at the wrist, but made of clear plastic.

“This is fully articulated.” Jenny said. She put the first on the floor, but where everybody could see it. Then she got out a handheld controller. The press of a few buttons opened up the fist, so that the fingers were straight. There had to be micro-circuitry inside what looked like clear plastic. Jenny pressed some other buttons, causing the fingers to move individually.

“The Gripping Fist has Bluetooth.” Jenny continued. “It allows you to download an app so that you can control it from your mobile phone. That means that you can cause the device to squeeze your submissive’s testicles from anywhere in the country. You can hurt him at a distance, so that he will always bee on his toes, so to speak.”

Jenny picked up the Gripping Fist and held it to Matt’s scrotum. A single button press was enough to cause the fingers to squeeze so that his balls were held tightly, but not painfully – not yet.

“The Gripping Fist comes with a series of programs.” Jenny said. “They are painful, to different extents. This is the least painful. It sets up a number of light squeezes, which bring discomfort but no damage to the slave.”

Matt grunted into his gag as the fingers of the Gripping Fist squeezed his balls, then released the tension slightly, then squeezed again, over and over. Because the fist was clear the women could see exactly what was going on. The women got up out of their seats to take a closer look.

“You could have this gentle squeezing carry on for hours.” Jenny said. “No damage will occur, but your slave will definitely no that you have got him by the balls. If you want to inflict a bit more pain then you can switch to a medium level of pain.”

Jenny pressed a button. Matt immediately squirmed in his bonds, trying to curl in a ball, but prevented by his bondage. The dommes laughed to see Matt in pain. He had definitely felt that one. And they could see his balls crushed by the fingers of the high tech device.

Jenny pressed a button, and the Gripping Fist stopped squeezing. But she did not remove it. It remained holding Matt’s tormented balls.

“There is a sensor in the device, so that it will adjust to differently-sized testicles, giving the same level of pain to each. I won’t bore you with the details of the chemical compound, but the Gripping Fist is almost impervious to harm. A slave could hammer away at the Gripping Fist and never damage the device. Once you have him by the balls the Gripping Fist is only coming off when you want it to come off.

“There is one more level of pain, an extreme level, equivalent to the worst of ball-crushers. You only want to use that if a slave has been really bad – or he has cum without permission.”

Jenny pressed a red button – red for danger.

“I have now activated the no orgasms punishment program.” she said. “Should Matt cum then, at the moment of orgasm, the fist will squeeze like nothing before, for the length of the orgasm. I should think that few slaves would want such pain repeated. Anyway, as I intend to have Matt cum a little later, we will find out, as we will see it in action. For now, though, we will leave the Gripping Fist where it is. It is time for you to see my other offering.”

Jenny put the controller down. She picked up what looked like a standard cat o’ nine tails, with latex strands.

“This is my Stinging Whip.” Jenny said. “It functions like a stinging nettle. It has tiny little points along each strand, made from an experimental material. They will not break off, and are not long enough to do any real damage to a slave. However, what they will do is inject nettle poison into a slave’s skin, every time that you hit him with the whip. The toxin is an artificially-synthesised nettle toxin – harmless in the long term, but painful when administered. You can refill the toxin by inserting ampoules into the handle. Capillary action draws the liquid up into the strands. You can now have urtication without having to go and find any nettles. Just be careful not to handle the lashes, because they will sting. As I will now show.”

Jenny took up a position behind Matt. She pulled that cat o’ nine tails back, and lashed out at his buttocks. She only gave him a few slashes of the whip. Matt jumped with each one.

“Now, if you ladies would like a closer look…”

The six dommes crowded around Matt, looking down at his buttocks. They could see little white nodules appearing on his skin, exactly like a nettle sting. The whip worked perfectly.

“To show that the fluid lasts a long time each of you ladies can have a few strokes of the whip on my husband’s defenceless cock.” Jenny said. “Like I said, capillary action draws more of the toxin up to the injectors. Swinging the whip helps, as well.”

Satanica grabbed the whip. She lashed the shaft of Matt’s cock, before another domme was handed the whip. All but Mistress Kruel lashed the shaft of Matt’s cock, with varying levels of force, so that, by the time that the first five dommes were done, his cock was bright red, but with little white nodules along its length.

Mistress Kruel was last with the whip. She wore black leather gloves on her hands. She took hold of Matt’s glans with her left hand, using pressure to open up his urethra as much as possible. Holding the whip by one of its strands she rubbed the strand all over the area around his pisshole. Matt moaned into his bright red plastic ballgag, as the toxin entered his unprotected and sensitive flesh. He had been doing a lot of moaning.

“If I’d known that tonight was going to be around urtication then I would have brought a fresh nettle so that we could have stung his cock on the inside as well as outside.” Mistress Kruel said.

She then began to lash Matt’s cock, concentrating on the glans, and using every bit of strength in her arm. She wanted to cause the maximum amount of pain. Matt’s eyes rolled up into his head. He didn’t like Mistress Kruel, and he hoped that she never got her hands on him while Jenny was not there.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jenny said. “I think that you’ve stung every little bit of Matt’s cock. I think that it’s time for his reward.”

Jenny took the Stinging Whip from Mistress Kruel and put it away. It had worked perfectly, and she was sure that she would get many sales in the future.

Matt’s suffering cock was still hard, but only because of the Viagra. Jenny began a quick masturbation of his cock. She held a glass at the end of his cock, to hold his cum when he spurted. From now on Matt was to eat all of his cum. Jenny decided that, should Matt ever complain about that, that she would wash it down with something nasty.

Matt gasped, and moaned, around his gag. His cock throbbed in pain. But Jenny was very skilled, and she knew just what he liked. And it had been a couple of months since he had been allowed to cum. It wasn’t long before he started spurting.

Matt had forgotten the Gripping Fist which still had a death-grip on his balls. Just as the first sperm was exiting his balls, the Gripping Fist squeezed harder than ever before, crushing Matt’s balls right at the point of orgasm. Matt had been expecting pleasure, but that pleasure was replaced by mind-shattering pain. The truly agonising pressure lasted until his balls stopped forcing forth the hot white cum.

His orgasm had been spectacular, as he had writhed in the chains, and Jenny had had to keep a firm grip on Matt’s cock to direct all of the white cum into the glass. When the last of the sperm came out the glass was half-full, and Matt was only semi-conscious. It was probably more sperm than his balls had ever produced before. Jenny wondered whether there were chemicals which you could get to boost sperm production. She liked to see Matt cum, on the rare instances that he was now allowed to do so.

Jenny took the gag out of Matt’s mouth.

“Time to drink up.” she said. Then she whispered in his ear: “drink it all up and lick the glass clean or I will loan you out to Mistress Kruel for a no limits session.”

She tilted the glass. Matt drank up all his own cum, despite not liking doing so. He licked the glass clean. He felt exhausted. But, despite the awful ache in his balls, he also felt satisfied, finally having got to come.

That drew an end to the exhibition. But Jenny had plenty of ideas for CBT devices for the future: an improvement to her Terrible Sound, for example, or maybe a new cock cage which would adjust to erections. But she had decided one thing: as Matt had shown a little reluctance to drink his own cum, in future he would get a chaser of fresh piss.

The End… for now.