Cock and ball torture (CBT)
Cock and ball torture from an angry dominatrix. A woman like me when angry likes to take my frustrations out on my submissive, torturing them for my pleasure and mine alone. Completely pissed off I called my sub to our playroom in a domineering voice commanding him to do as I please. “Sit the fuck down” He does as I command sitting with haste, he knows better than to keep me waiting. Nervous as to why I was so displeased with him.
“Do you know why your mistress is angry with you?” I asked “No Mistress” he replied looking at his hands, “Today I heard you tell someone on the phone that you don’t want or need a mistress anymore is that true?” His eyes grew wide obviously guilty.
“So you don’t need to be dominated by a mistress anymore, is that so?” without waiting for his reply “since that’s the case I see a few things you won’t be needing any more” I walked to my wall of knives and grabbed the sharpest one and the dullest one, I then walk over to my nightstand to grab a lighter and a pack of cigarettes I save specifically for punishment. Lastly, I got a big dildo to shove deep into his ass. Flicking the lighter to life I start to burn the dull knife making it turn red with the heat. “If you move this will be worse for you.”
Lifting his cock I lower the scolding hot metal to his balls that are just dangling there. I could hear the sizzle as the knife touched the flesh of his scrotum Cutting but cauterizing the wound so he wouldn’t bleed out just yet so the torture can last.
Cock and ball torture (CBT)
His screams are music to my ears. Continuing to make small little cuts all over his balls as he begged me to stop. I put a cigarette to my mouth and light it taking a few drags to make sure its good and lit and I put it out in his pee hole the excruciating look on his face was marvelous, as I shoved the entire cigarette down his shaft. “Please stop torturing me” He cried, All I did was a laugh and use the sharp knife slicing the tip of his cock open watching the blood flow pooling in the cauterized cuts below. “Do you still think you don’t need a mistress?” I asked with every bit of venom I have inside of me.
I walked around him in my Leather High heel boots listening to them click with every step when I stop in front of him, “Stop your crying you little bitch” As I stomp my heel into his testicles pushing forward with all my weight. “Who owns you?” I command, “You mistress” he pleaded. To find out what happens next give me a call. I will be looking forward to making you my bitch, Permanently.
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