I love having Classic FM playing in the Facility. Inoffensive, calming, mood enhancing; to lift the spirits with soaring graceful pieces of musical genius. Particularly for my enjoyment…lengthy. Moments of nothing followed by a wonderful sound of the orchestra reaching their crescendo only to tail off and build again. You get the picture-Hence my love of inserting all 8 inches of the electro flexi sound into my Rubbertoys cock, connecting it to the sound activated series 2 electro box from E-Stim Systems
. Now set to pick up external noise, be it my voice or to lay it on the floor where it picks up the click-clack of my heels on the hard part of my floor. Today I place it right in front of the speaker and to my delight there’s wonderful lively music on.
‘Sensitivity’ on maximum, ‘Output’- nice and high as shown by the little row of lights leaping wickedly to the top of the meter. Behind the sensory deprivation mask there’s a satisfying groaning and gasping going on. A touch of hyperventilating as the the lights sit at the top and seem to stay there as the music builds. He’s a big fan of classical music so he really should be appreciating the finer points of the beautiful waltz.(I do like to give the CFM fans something to mess with the head. For those moments when away from me and they find themselves hearing the very piece that wafted through the room as I tortured them!)

In case Alex is settling into the music, maybe pushing it to a part of his head that’s dealing with pain, I reach down I take hold of the bulb that’s attached to the inflatable butt plug that’s been doing ‘its thing’ for an hour, and give it it’s 15th and 16th pump.
‘Hey Alex, what’s it like having a cricket ball growing in your ass?- groaning into a melon, that is!’