Blissful Torment

At first glance, the device would not look all that impressive. A conical shape about the size of a hand with fingers that resembles a spoon without the handle, curved and convex. At its base, there is a translucent plastic bulb that kind of resembles a cherry made of glass. The similarity is on purpose: It tells us where the device is applied.

You see, the cherry's bottom side is open, and its borders are padded with soft rubber. It just about fits over a girl's clitoris, fully enveloping it from all sides, but barely not touching it in any place. That would defeat the purpose. The rubber sides are shaped in just such a way to push against the skin of the clitorial hood, gently pulling it away from what it protects. 

As for the "spoon": That part's underside is covered in a strong enzyme-based adhesive. It has this conical shape because it exactly follows the mons pubis of its victim. Once firmly applied, the chemical permanently bonds with the skin of the wearer, and can only be removed either via surgery, or after the uppermost layer of skin has been naturally replaced by the body. This usually takes about a year, give or take. After a few days, a wearer forget it's even there, as it takes body temperature and does not get in the way.

Or rather, a wearer would forget about its existence if it was not constantly distracting in one specific way: The glass-looking bulb makes it impossible to interact with the clitoris of the person wearing it. She (or anyone else) cannot touch it, lick it, or play with it. Even vibrations do not work, as the materials used are designed to not properly conduct vibrations, but instead make them feel like the skin is being pinched and pulled, a truly uncomfortable sensations. Funnily enough most wearers still try their vibrators every so often, only to always immediately regret it.

Much to most women's relief, the device does not cover the vagina. But they soon realize that without clitorial stimulation, they cannot have orgasms. Sure, they can fuck as much as they would want (or their Masters want), but orgasms are out of reach. 

These features are obvious to any woman who inspects the device closely without wearing it. So more often than not, they agree on putting them on. 

What they do not realize until they put it on is that the spoon-part contains an empty hollow, and is slightly flexible. It could be compared to a bladder of air. Or better yet, a lung. Because every time the woman spreads her legs, her pelvis moves, and a gust of air is expelled from the sack into the cherry, blowing over her lonely clit, and then pulled back from it as she closes her legs.

The balance of this mechanism is carefully designed so that some of the air being pushed into the cherry gets pushed out of it, but then the pulling motion cannot recover that air, and produces just the slightest partial vacuum inside the cherry. This difference is not really strong enough to be immediately noticeable, but over time, the constant push and pull does affect the wearer: Whenever it happens, it focuses the wearer's attention on her locked-away pleasure nub that is utterly out of reach. If done often enough, it even gently enlarges her clit over the coming (torturous) months.

And it does happen often enough: The device is constructed so that even normal walking motions trigger this functionality.

Lastly, her mind starts to associate closing her legs with torture, and so her subconsciousness learns to keep her legs apart as often as possible.

After a year without orgasm, her clit will be too sensitive and engorged for her to feel pleasure, and she will gladly keep wearing the device to protect it from panties or even just the wind. She might be frustrated over giving up her orgasms, but it's the only way for her to stay sane. Deep down, she will know.

Blissful Torment, 2019-11-14

Part 2 - The Ruinator