CBT Instruction

Transcript

One of my favorite things to see a man do is exactly as he's fucking told, even, especially, if that command pushes him a little outside of his comfort zone. Oh, you're not going to be comfortable today, pet. Quite the opposite.

I want you squirming, uncomfortable, aching for release, and really having to earn it. I just love making you jump through hoops for me. And it puts you in your place, too, doesn't it, pet? Good.

You'll need some icy hot, some muscle rub, or similar, and oh, we're going to be rubbing your favorite muscle, maybe raw. Give yourself a little sense of false security by stroking that dick dry for me. No lube.

I don't want a barrier between your cock and the pain we're going to inflict upon it. No, no, no, no, but you can get yourself hard, at least, and whatever pre-cum might leak out of the tip of that dick, you can feel free to rub back into it. I'll allow you that much, at least.

Stroke for me. Really solidifying in your body just how good this feels, just how much pleasure you experience, hearing God-ass whisper in your ear, I want you hard. Run your hand down your body and give a little tug on those balls for me, too.

Make sure they know their place. Dig your nails in to them for me, pet. Why? Because I fucking said so.

That's the only reason I need today. The reason you're here is because you love to obey. It feels so good to follow my instructions, no matter what they may be.

It feels so good to have me dictating your every stroke, your every pump, because it's a tension for your dick that otherwise is so alien to you. If you want me paying attention to that hard shaft of yours, if you want me to be invested in your cock, then we have to keep it interesting for me, too. And I find your squirming pain interesting.

Are you throbbing yet? Are you aching? It seems like it might just be time to apply that painful lubricant.

Squirt some icy hot, some sports rub, Bengay, whatever you might feel like in the palm of your hand, and I want you to caress every inch of that cock for me. Good little pain slut. Start at the base and rub all the way up to the tip of that dick.

And make sure you go over the tip, too. Yes, I want you to feel that sting, not just today, but maybe for a day or two longer, too. Get it down that hole somewhat.

This is where you're really hoping that you have been leaking, as a little buffer for that stinging, searing sensation that I hope you're feeling right now. If you need some encouragement, just listen to my giggles. Just hear the pleasure that I'm taking from your pain.

I want you to keep rubbing like this, feeling that ache grow deeper, the sting grow more potent, and yet the pleasure still build through just that manual stimulation of your dick confusing your cock, your body, and your mind. Stroking like this for at least an hour. Oh yes, this is painful, not just in the immediacy of that burning sensation, but in the duration for which you'll have to endure it.

At the end of this hour, I'll allow you to take a nice warm washcloth to hop in the shower, soap yourself up, and rub yourself clean. No more stinging, or at least not quite as much, but until then, every ten minutes, you're going to be inflicting some pain on those balls, too. Yes, bitch, we need them to join the party.

You think I'd leave them alone if I were there, if I had you bound? Mm-mm-mm, everyone's invited. Your mind, your cock, and your poor balls.

This will be part willpower experiment. We'll be able to see if you're even able to come at the end of this hour. Well, that's right, I will let you, but only if you can do so in the final sixty seconds of this hour of training.

You've already made it through over six minutes. You just have around fifty-four to go with those nice little punctuations of ball abuse. Every ten minutes, your first interval coming up in just about three and a half minutes' time, I want you to punch and or slap those balls.

Be firm with them, bitch. Hurt them for me just like I would. Don't go soft.

I want you seeing how much you can take for goddess. Set a ten-minute timer interval after you reach that first ten-minute point, and you'll just have to do it five more times, and then you'll get a chance to come. Black and blue, rubbed raw, mind fucked beyond repair, having endured not just pain but a gauntlet of edging and orgasm control, an hour's worth of endless pumping, of teetering on the edge and trying to bring yourself back there after ball abuse knocks you out of it.

Can you make it for me? Shall I count you down to your first painful infliction? Okay, Pat, but there's one thing I need you to do for me first.

Because I want this to really hurt more, I'm also demanding that you be at an edge about a minute before you inflict this ball abuse upon yourself. Conveniently, that's approaching shortly. Come harder, pump faster, rub some more icy hot straight into that frenulum if you need to.

Whatever it takes to be right at an edge, I'm writing it for me. In ten, nine, rub it for me, bitch boy. Eight, I'd be getting off on your masochism.

Seven, it makes me so wet to think of you suffering. Six, whimpering. Five, taking the pain for me.

Four, pushing your limits for me. Three, allowing me to take advantage of you. Two, so close to being there.

One, right at that edge, feel those balls try and retract into your body. And after just a little bit of writing it, taking your hand off so that you can punch right now, slap right now, and keep pummel, pummel, pummel, pummel, pummeling those balls for me. Okay.

Hands back on your cock. Back to stroking. Back to building up that erection if you lost it.

That was your first round of ten minutes. Five to go. And then we'll see if you're even capable of coming, my CBT slut.