Public CBT Play: Park Picnic Sex

Fall is a great time to get in some public CBT play time.

When the season gets a little colder, public CBT play becomes much easier. For example, my partner Thomas and I were in a park. I had a few blankets prepared, a picnic tote with foods for us to share, and a nice blanket to pull up around our waists if we got cold (or if I wanted to tease his cock, of course).

Nothing about my outfit looked inherently sexy, either. My long black hair was loose, and I wore a buttoned fall coat that came to my thighs with a long scarf. I wanted to seem very normal and nondescript. That’s how I get away with naughty things.

I sat next to Thomas, smiling as I looked at his jacket and pants. Similarly, he also wore nondescript clothes. No one would think I was torturing his balls and cock at that moment. I pulled sandwich bags, tied with rubber bands, out of the tote and pulled a blanket over our laps. Discretion was the name of the game with our public CBT play.

Thomas flinched a little, but I bet the sudden weight of the blanket over his cock caused it more than any trouble. I undid a baggie, letting the rubber band move over my hand. “You alright?” I asked him. His face was flushed and sweating, and he couldn’t quite form words. Sighing, I reached underneath the blanket to the space between his thighs.

“Pants off,” I commanded. He quickly obeyed, knowing the blanket kept him covered.

Earlier, I’d applied heating pads to his pants to burn his balls a little. But there seemed to be no damage yet for our public CBT play. Thomas whimpered as I traced over his balls, checking for damage. Nothing but the hemp rope I tied him up with earlier.

Now, our public CBT play could really begin.

Firstly, I took the rubber band off my wrist and snapped it against his balls. After all, I wanted him to hurt today. He winced and shifted his legs, biting back on making any sound. After a moment, he nodded at me to keep going. So I snapped the band against the other ball. Then, I snapped the band up and down his shaft.

Really, I think my rubber band hurt much more than usual, as he was already tied up with hemp rope. When skin is stretched and pulled, it’s much more sensitive. Still, I was pleased with our preparations for our public CBT play. We were already into the swing of things.

I moved the band back over to my wrist, and I withdrew my hands. Giving Thomas a moment of reprieve, I reached into my picnic tote and pulled out a cold sparkling water. I smiled. “This is a little cold, still. Would you mind warming it up?” I asked.

Thomas looked at the can, then at me, then back at the can. Finally, he nodded his assent, and I moved the can underneath the blanket. The perfect place to warm it was over his balls, of course! I sat the can against his cock and moved my hands above the blanket again. It was a clever addition to our public CBT play, in my opinion.

Around us were all sorts of people: dog walkers, a sexy young milf, and a romantic couple engaging in hand-holding as they walked along the trail. But we stayed underneath that blanket as I fed Thomas sandwiches and tortured his cock and balls for quite a while.

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