What have you done to deserve a good ol’ femdom CBT punishment?
“My poor feeble boy, do you know why you’re here today? Hahaha with all the tranquilizers pumping through your veins right now you probably don’t even remember who you are. I’ll be a doll and at least tell you why you’re here: femdom CBT punishment.
“Do you know what CBT means?” Reflexively, you try to speak. Your eyes grow wide as you realize not only are you gagged but you’re also completely naked, vulnerable, and thoroughly restrained with thick uncomfortable ropes.
“Hahahahahaha! Yes, I’ve taken a few liberties in getting you prepared. CBT stands for cock and ball torture…oh my! I can see you have a few questions from that dumb look on your face. Yes, you’ve been a very naughty boy and quite frankly, your wife is sick and tired of your infidelity.”
I pace in front of him, gently palming my riding crop as my heels click on the concrete.
My pussy loves the look on his face as I let him process my words and take in his predicament. It’s truly pathetic.
He knows this is exactly where he deserves to be, but the terror dripping from him is enough to make me almost feel bad for him. But I find way too much joy in making men squirm and scream to let that get in the way of my fun.
When I chose this abandoned basement, I knew that the location was more important than whatever I found inside, but what was inside almost made me cream my panties. It was an old steel gynecologist table, stirrups and all!
My subject was tied in tight with his feet roped to the stirrups, his arms secured high above his head.
Taking all of this in, I found myself feeling horny and cruel. I stepped between the stirrups and he began violently thrashing. While I had just planned on telling him the details of his abduction, but it appeared it was time to show him his options.
I had set up a table with all my tools on it right on the outside of his leg. Our eyes locked as I started leaning over him to grab something I was just begging him to make me use.
I had multiple sets of sounding rods with me, but one stood apart. All of the others would actually be very pleasurable for him, but this one…it’s purpose was to maim. Mostly it was used as a threat to keep the boys still, but I never make a threat I won’t follow through on.
“This femdom CBT punishment is going to happen whether you struggle or not. There were a few requests made by your wife, or else this might have been an anal sex story as well as a punishment. Your wife said to give you the opportunity to protect your long-term dick health, so here it is: this slim little rod goes down your cock hole, which isn’t so bad. But see this little button at the top? Look what happens when I push it.”
I pushed it.
Sharp barbs sprang from nearly invisible holes down the length of it. A stillness overcame my subject and then a steady stream of piss was released onto the floor.
I laughed hysterically and put the rod back on the table.
“Behave yourself and take your femdom CBT punishment like a man, and you’ll leave with a fully functioning cock! Promise!”
His wide eyes followed me as I pulled a stool between his legs. This was going to be so much fun for me! I pulled two black nitrile gloves from the table and began telling him the details of his transgressions and what his punishment would entail.
“You know, your wife really loves you. If she didn’t she would have just kicked your mooching ass out after the first affair. But you fucked around one time too many. She figures you can both have a clean slate if I give you a little taste of femdom CBT punishment. I wouldn’t have given you this gracious opportunity if you were my man. I mean, she even admitted to allowing you to have phone sex when she wasn’t around to play. That’s more than generous. But no, now here we are. Are you ready to begin?”
