This post is intended for an adult audience.

Content warning: sounding, gore, this story made someone faint

This is a story that I’m a little infamous for in my local kink scene. People often ask me to tell it to new friends in the scene, perhaps as some kind of hazing ritual. One time at a munch I was telling this story, and a friend who was hearing it for the first time fainted and had to go rest behind the bar for 15 minutes.

Prologue

I remember when I first heard about sounding. Just reading a detached description of the act was enough to make me squirm, to feel a sympathetic physical discomfort. I think most uninitiated people have a similar reaction: catheters are not usually considered pleasant, so the idea of inserting something in the urethra willingly for the purpose of pleasure is quite shocking.

I was in highschool at the time and (since I was the youngest of my friends by several months) I was considered The Innocent One. People would refuse to include me in conversations relating to sex, as if my innocence needed to be protected. Desperate to be free of this reputation, I spent my free time browsing the internet, learning about every fetish I could find. This was how I learned of sounding.

I remember bringing it up at during a game of Truth or Dare, sure that my knowledge of this topic would rid me of the unwanted innocent label. Turns out this was the wrong dialogue option, and it only served to further cement my reputation as The Weird Kid.

Anyway, over time my revulsion at the concept of sounding faded, and it became replaced by a fascination: Why do people do this? Does it really feel good enough to justify it? I want to try it.

Fucking around

When I moved out of my parents’ house, I celebrated by buying myself a bunch of sex toys that I hadn’t felt comfortable storing under their roof. I arranged for them to be delivered to a parcel locker near my new address, and the timing worked out well enough that I was able to pick them up on my first night.

I selected the toys based on things I’d wanted to try but never been able to. Things like inflatable gags, anal toys, and sounding rods. I’d made two mistakes here:

  1. The store I’d purchased from recommended silicone sounding rods as a good beginner-friendly option
  2. The only sterile lube they had was designed for electro-play, so it was kinda lumpy and not that slick

But I was a total newcomer, and I didn’t have anything to go on other than what I’d read.

Some time after moving in, after I’d experimented with all the other toys, I worked up the courage to finally try sounding.

For reasons I cannot today fathom, I decided that the best position to do this was standing up in my bathroom. I lubed up the sounding rod and gingerly started inserting it.

We’re far enough in to the post that you won’t complain about TMI, right? Like, you could’ve stopped reading by now if you didn’t have a morbid fascination. Alright: the opening of my urethra kinda has a weird shape, like a figure 8. Anatomy was never my strong subject, and for an embarrassing amount of my life I was under the impression that the penis had two holes based on my own observation.

But I digress. I was surprised at how easily the rod slid in. I didn’t experience any pain or really any discomfort. The feeling was a little strange, but that’s all.

When the sounding rod was about 5cm in, I suddenly felt extremely faint. No pain, but I knew that I had only seconds to lower myself to the floor or I would hit it less gracefully. Given that I was in my bathroom, where practically every surface feels purpose-built for a falling person to hit their head and die, I heeded this warning. I backed up to the wall, leaned against it, and gently slid down it. The whole time I was being extremely careful not to jostle or move the sounding rod, for fear that I might black out immediately.

Safely on the floor, I took some time to calm myself. My heart rate and breathing were both rapid, seemingly for no reason since there was still no pain. After I allowed my vital functions to settle into their usual rhythms, I carefully pushed the rod in further. I felt a little discomfort, but I was able to get the rod fully inserted.

Next, I started slowly moving the rod in and out by about a centimeter. This caused quite a lot of pain and wasn’t really doing anything for me, so I stopped. What now? I didn’t want to waste the effort I’d gone to.

So I stood up, moved into the shower, and started jerking off around the sounding rod. It hurt A LOT and I wasn’t sure if continuing was a good idea, but I’m a masochist and the horny took over. I jerked off to completion, and experienced the bizarre feeling of an arrested ejaculation.

Finding out

It was at this point that I realised the predicament that I was in. The painkiller of horniness was gone, and I had a rod in my urethra. Any movement caused pain. I wincingly removed the silicone from my body, and it was followed out by cum… and blood. Uh oh.

Not wanting to develop a UTI, I immediately attempted to urinate. To my horror I found I was completely unable to. It wasn’t a matter of pain, it felt like my urethra had an airtight seal. I couldn’t feel any movement of liquid at all, it was obvious that urination was hopeless.

I decided to wait for a couple of hours and then try again. I drank plenty of water in order to try to make it easier for me to urinate. But when the time came to try again, still nothing.

At this point it was around 2AM and I was exhausted. Usually I’m the kind of girl who needs to use the bathroom several times right before I go to sleep, otherwise I’ll wake up in the middle of the night or not be able to sleep in the first place. But strangely, despite how much water I’d had, I had no desire to piss. So I figured I’d sleep, and if I still couldn’t pee in the morning then I’d make an embarrassing trip to ER.

When I awoke, I immediately went to the toilet. The sealed feeling was gone, I could feel that the liquid should be able to flow. The issue was that every time the flow started I was immediately met with an extremely intense burning pain in my gock, probably the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Worse, my involuntary reflexes immediately cut off the flow in response to the pain. It took me 40 minutes of repeating the process of inching the urine further and further along the tract, making tiny amounts of progress as reward for tremendous amounts of suffering, but finally I got a few drops out. The drops turned into a stream. I had done it!

My ordeal was not quite over though. For the next 3 days, every trip to the bathroom was accompanied by the sensation of glass shards scraping the sensitive lining inside my penis. But gradually the pain did subside and I returned to normal.

Epilogue

So naturally a week later I tried sounding again, this time with a hollow PTFE tube connected to a zero-depth chastity cage. Fortunately this second attempt did not come with any complications.

Anyway the moral of the story is, be wary of silicone sounds. Stainless steel should be a better pick for beginners.