CBT Punishment with Household Items

A wicked night torturing his poor cock and balls.

CBT punishment ideas are always floating around my head. See, as much as I enjoy all kinds of kinky roleplay, I LOVE being a cruel Mistress the most. My curiosity and creative imagination took off when I was teasing an ex-boyfriend of mine. He loved the sexy cheerleader next door routine but he wanted a mean Mistress streak too. Specifically, he wanted me to play the role of a bratty college cheerleader, totally abusing him after I caught him going through my panties. I loved how much freedom I had to torture and torment him. After all, I could use anything I had… Guys already stare at all of our things and want to play with them – this was no different.

“Well, well, well…” I said as I strutted into the room. “Why are you looking through my stuff, loser?” The bitchy tone truly settled in whenever I wore my college cheerleader uniform; I was a natural. My poor boyfriend looked at me like a deer in headlights, so excited and nervous about this roleplay he’d requested. I’d even let him play with a pair of my panties to set the scene. He tried to stand up and look innocent, but I walked towards him and pushed him back on the bed. “Nah-uh, you’re not going anywhere.” With that, I looped a pair of handcuffs around his wrists and secured them to the headboard. He wouldn’t be able to escape his CBT punishment tonight, and he loved it.

The CBT punishment ideas trickled in slowly…

He waited for me with bated breath. I slowly stripped him down, keeping him completely secured to the bed as I did so. Before long, he lay totally naked in front of me. I took a second to admire my handiwork, giving him a little smile and left him completely unsettled. “Oh! I have just the thing to start us off with!” With a grin, I moved towards my dresser, pulling a little jar of hair accessories with me. Finally, I sat on the bed directly in front of him and his legs, which were spread wide-eagle. My canvas, his cock, lay vulnerable and naked to all my CBT punishment ideas. And the first thing I did was to wrap one of my hair ties around his balls – twice. The pressure it caused immediately had him squirming.

“Aw, don’t be a pussy. We’re just starting.” He trembled from the bubbly and playful cruelty in my tone. I fastened another hair tie around his cock, double-tying it once more. It acted as a cock ring as he grew more excited. All of it was trapped, throbbing, aching. Then I slipped another hair elastic from the jar. This one was a little different – thinner and longer. I stretched it between my thumb and index finger, plucking one side of it and setting the elastic against his balls. With a sweet smile, I looked at him. “Are you going to apologize for going through my panties?” I asked, but I didn’t let him answer. SNAP! SNAP!  I let my elastic hair tie snap against his balls three times in quick succession, making him rise off the bed, gasping in pain.

Aw, he was so weak to CBT punishment, yet he was the one who requested it!

He didn’t think his girlfriend had such cruel CBT punishment ideas.

Rubber bands and hair ties are for amateurs. It was just a warm-up to let all the blood rush to the area. My next CBT punishment for him only required two things: a Q-tip and tiger balm. Alternatively, I’ve also used ginger/cayenne pepper powder mixed with vaseline. Can you tell I’ve been doing this for a while? My poor boyfriend didn’t. He grew increasingly more nervous as he watched me get a heaping glob of this ‘unknown red jelly’ on the Q-tip, and then I rubbed it into his dick-hole. In fact, I forced the cotton swab into it. For a second, he thought it was just lube to help me torture him with sounding. But then began the stinging, the tingling, the burning and chilling. By then, he was moaning like a whore, half in pain and ecstasy.

His moans turned to gasps as the sensations grew more and more intense. And I added to it. I took a thin, long plastic rod, which was the long handle of a cat toy, and whipped his balls mercilessly. His senses were on fire, and I diverted the pain where I wanted it. His nipples came next, as I brutalized them with a pair of nipple suction cups. Unoriginal, right? Except these had a thumbtack specifically glued at the center of the plunger. I dug it gently into his nipple, and then I started dialing up the suction… As the suction increased, it made the tip of the thumbtacks dig painfully into his nipple as it was sucked up into the cup. All the while, his poor dick hole burned and burned with his current CBT punishment.

And then I let him experience the pain of my hair curling rod next. What do you think I did with it? Call me!

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