My Slave & CBT - A personal story…
A personal story…
Whenever my slave comes to visit me, it is never a case of just pain before pleasure, but his visit most certainly evolve around pleasure and pain.
When he arrives he is almost always wearing his cock attire. A leather cock and ball band that is buckled tightly with rings hanging down. Those rings allow me to attach a length of chain, and hanging from those two heavy weights.
There were no words spoken as I attached the weights to the cock ring and chain. The weights pull down heavily on his cock and balls. Teasingly I hold them in one hand before swinging them. He tells me that it is an unusual feeling, pulling gently on his balls. The feeling isn’t unpleasant, but it hurts a little.
He thanks me for doing such wonderful things to his cock and balls.
He looks quite good in his new attire of leather, chains and weights. But there is more. Inside his little bag of goodies I find some pegs. They are just the ordinary clothes pegs that one would use to hang out their washing. These will add a little color to his already red cock and balls.
When I added the pegs, I pinched the skin gently, pulling it to me before placing the pegs in various spots around his scrotum. I am very careful when I do this. I know I like to inflict the pain that is involved but at the same time I want to play for hours, rather than just a few moments.
His gasps of painful pleasure were like music to my ears. His pain was my pleasure. During our time together I attached five pegs to his scrotum and once they were in place, I flicked them up and down, until his painful pleasure echoed around the room.
He bent over the end of my wooden bed, his hands resting flat on the mattress, his legs spread wide and he knew what was about to happen. He knew that he was in trouble because he had cancelled a time with me the week before without a real excuse. I spanked his bottom until it was glowing, a nice shade of red.
I spanked him once on each cheek, rubbed it a little and then spanked him some more. I started softly until my hand left stinging marks against his normally white flesh. When I thought his bottom was red enough, I used my studded paddle, followed by my new whip.
The welt marks could possibly last a few days, but I wanted to make sure they lasted a little longer. I have a special bamboo cane that he gave me to use on his bottom, legs, cock and balls.
I started lightly with the cane; the stinging was only just there, so he said. So I used it again, this time a little harder and then a littler harder than that. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I realized that he had felt the stinging worse than he had ever felt it before. But not once did he use his safeword.
He was marked nicely, but there was one more pleasure that I wanted to add to his pain. A painful reminder not to cancel his appointment with me for no reason; I found out that fishing is not a real reason if he is true to his Mistress.
With his cock and balls hanging down, I picked up my paddle and gently tapped them. It was only a light tap, and he didn’t respond the way I thought he would. A little harder perhaps and yes… that worked.
He spoke without permission, begging me to hit his balls harder. Of course I obliged because unless I give him permission to speak he will be punished. I picked up my new cane and tapped his balls lightly. It was then that I realized the pegs were still firmly attached to his scrotum.
With perfect aim, I brought the cane down on each of them, they flew off going in different directions and the sounds escaping his lips were wonderful. He thanked me each time but for now this part of the session was over and it was time for him to turn around so his cock was all mine to play with. But that is another story…
Mistress Marie