CBT lessons
The naked young man's hands were bound and stretched to an O ring in the ceiling. His ankles were spread and fastened to the floor by strong ropes. A thin cord had been wrapped tightly around his ball sack, carefully knotted and then tied to a ring in the floor. Every time he moved, even slightly, his balls were stretched painfully. Another thin cord was tightly looped around the head of his cock, like a tourniquet around his growing erection. The two ends of this cord were looped around his hips and tied behind his back.
He was vulnerable and totally helpless.
Mistress walked towards him holding her three favorite instruments--a 4 foot single-tail, a cat of nine tails with turk's heads knots on each end, and a red ball-gag.
"Welcome to my dungeon, slave," she said, shoving the red ball into his mouth and quickly buckling it behind his neck. "I am going to enjoy teaching you to be obedient."
She ran her hands over his chest, digging her nails into his flesh, and squeezing especially hard on his nipples.
Then she stood back and began using the cat on him. She swung the whip carefully, making sure the knots hit his chest and nipples with maximum force.
She slammed the cat into him forehand and backhand, getting more excited as her work on his bound body continued.
When the young man began to groan and twist against his bound ankles and wrists, she smiled. He could move very little, because his balls were tied to a rope connected to the floor.
"Suffer for me," she hissed, and struck him again and again with the cat of nine tails. "I want to see you bleed for me."
He was vulnerable and totally helpless.
Mistress walked towards him holding her three favorite instruments--a 4 foot single-tail, a cat of nine tails with turk's heads knots on each end, and a red ball-gag.
"Welcome to my dungeon, slave," she said, shoving the red ball into his mouth and quickly buckling it behind his neck. "I am going to enjoy teaching you to be obedient."
She ran her hands over his chest, digging her nails into his flesh, and squeezing especially hard on his nipples.
Then she stood back and began using the cat on him. She swung the whip carefully, making sure the knots hit his chest and nipples with maximum force.
She slammed the cat into him forehand and backhand, getting more excited as her work on his bound body continued.
When the young man began to groan and twist against his bound ankles and wrists, she smiled. He could move very little, because his balls were tied to a rope connected to the floor.
"Suffer for me," she hissed, and struck him again and again with the cat of nine tails. "I want to see you bleed for me."
12 years ago