CBT Phonesex: Torturing Johnny

Johnny called late at night for CBT Phonesex.

I was lucky that Johnny already had toys for me to use because CBT phonesex requires active participation. Someone in person is able to stay bound, and I can touch and torture them while they remain passive. However, CBT over the phone is trickier. The submissive needs to be able to follow instructions. Simply talking about it leaves them frustrated, and balls unhurt. So, Johnny coming prepared was the best thing for our call.

Johnny told me of a few tools. He had a pocket pussy and hot sauce for lubricant. Additionally, he had a ball stretcher, as well as rubber bands and a wooden paddle. When I learned this, I felt like a spoiled princess.

“Alright,” I told him, purring into the receiver. “I want you to start with those rubber bands, okay? Put them all over your balls. At least three.”

My pulse quickened as I heard Johnny put the phone down. There was a whine as each rubber band went around his balls, followed by a snap. Now, I didn’t ask Johnny to snap those bands for our CBT phonesex. But a masochist like him always finds a way to spice things up.

Johnny picked up the phone. “They’re on, mistress.”

“And they won’t interfere with the stretcher?” I clarified.

He took a second to check. In my head, I pictured him giving his balls a tentative stretch. “No, mistress.”

“Then go ahead and stretch them. If they get to be too much, snap those bands ten times, and then take them off,” I tell him.

Johnny agreed, and after a moment I heard an intake of breath and pain. One of the rubber bands snapped, ten times.

He understood our CBT phonesex rules.

In our calls, we’ve established that we try to work our way from the least amount of pain to the most painful. Sometimes he needs a quickie and we torture him right away. Other times, he needs a long, painful session. Whatever he needs, Johnny knows I’m here for him.

He continued stretching his balls, adding a few more weights. While we had tried basic stretching before, it never seemed as effective as weights. I imagined his balls stretching more and more as we spoke, aching terribly between his legs.

“I bet it hurts, huh?” I teased him, giving him mental stress during our CBT phonesex. “But this is what your cock is worth- suffering. That pain means you’re alive, doesn’t it? Suffering is all you’re good for.

Johnny gasped, loudly.

“Fleshlight or paddle?” I asked after a few more moments.

“Fleshlight, Mistress,” he admitted. “I am not going to last.”

“Good boy,” I told him. “Lube it up with the hot sauce, then.” I moved my head away from the speaker, waiting for the sound that best represented our CBT phonesex.

The moment his cock entered that fleshlight, Johnny let out a scream. But he didn’t stop. A good submissive, he kept fucking into that fleshlight, balls stretched but swinging, rubber bands on his balls. He cried out while I imagined tears on his cheeks, letting me know how much it hurt.

And then the phone fell silent. I smiled and waited for his email.

After a few minutes, it came.

Thank you as always, Elise! Next time, can we do a gentle domme session? I don’t think my dick will recover that soon…

So until he calls back, I’m available for a CBT phonesex slut. Call soon and submit!

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