Extreme CBT is not for thin-skinned subs.
WARNING: Extreme CBT is not for the casual fetishist or new to BDSM / kink-curious or (especially) the “faint of heart.”
Last week I met with one of my old friend and beloved mentor, Mistress Lilith. She was the first pro-domme to take me under her wing (and into her dungeon) when my Femdom journey was still fledgling. We get together every month or two for coffee and catching up. Naturally, we exchange anecdotes about all the losers we’ve degraded and tortured lately — and this week, Mistress Lilith told me some WILD shit.
At some point, she left the room to get more coffee. During this interlude in our chat . . . I think that was when I first noticed the unusual stains splattered on the ceiling.
“Oh, those are from Slave Bill,” she said, following my gaze upwards. She paused thoughtfully for awhile, then added: “Well, I guess some of it is from a really intense whipping.”
My still furrowed brow must have given away that I hadn’t yet gleaned what mystery spots were, exactly.
“Oh, right. It’s blood.”
One of the reasons I loved working with Mistress Lilith so much was that she attracts the “real freaks” of the BDSM world. The extremists, the bizarre fantasy-crazed weirdos, subs who truly have ZERO limits when it cums to being used and abused . . . like pain-loving masochistic perverts who get off on extreme CBT, for example!
Apparently, the stains were remnants from a session with a client notorious for his insatiable CBT appetite. That night she had used a screw hook on (in, really) his urethra. She started off small with adding the weights . . . but of course, he wanted more. Depraved, pain-addicted worms like him always do.
That little pain slut bit off more than he could chew, though, because that session ended with a torn urethra and an expensive trip to the hospital.
Moral: Ask for extreme CBT and you shall receive (ruined orgasms)!!
