Category: cbt

A Broken Key

Posted 2 months ago by Belle

A Broken Key

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

The key around my neck bounced into my tits with every thrust of the massive cock stretching me open. I was on my knees, facing my chastity cuck who begged to be unlocked. “Let me stroke it a little. Fuck, Belle, I’m begging. Please, unlock my cage! It hurts so bad.” The sound of his voice was so fucking annoying. All I wanted to focus on was the pleasure building in my core from the deep pounding I was taking.

“If it will shut him up, give him the key.” The bull behind me groaned. Obviously sick of hearing the loser’s constant whining as well. I gripped the chain and snatched it from my neck, tossing the key to the naked loser in the cuck chair beside the bed.

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Drop for Me

Posted 3 months ago by Writer

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

“Drop for me, now look at me.” That’s all I said. And he did—immediately. Eyes wide, curious, a little unsure. He didn’t know what he was getting into. Not really. But I could already see it in his face… the want. The need to surrender. “Breathe in,” I whispered, stepping closer. “Nice and deep. Now out.”

I kept my voice slow, soft, steady. Each word like honey, dripping into his mind. His shoulders relaxed. His chest rose and fell like waves. Perfect. “That’s it,” I cooed, brushing my fingertips lightly across his cheek. “With every breath, you sink a little deeper. Your thoughts are getting quieter. The only thing you hear is my voice.”

He nodded, blinking slow. He didn’t even realize how gone he already was. “Good boy!” That phrase always does something to them. And him? He shuddered—just from that. His cock twitched, already hard, aching, begging. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t need to.

“Every time I say the word drop, you’ll fall a little further. Letting go of everything but me. Every time I say it, you’ll crave my control more. My voice is your command, your permission to let go.” He swallowed. His lips parted. Continue reading “Drop for Me” →

My little Buddy

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

My little buddy is so curious. He hasn’t quite learned the saying about the consequences of curiosity. Lucky, I got to be the one to teach him this little lesson. See, while I was sitting sweet, little Eugene, he thought it would be a good idea to sneak into my bedroom and read my diary.

He found an entry about Tricia and how I helped her eliminate her pesky, annoying balls. This made Eugene too curious not to ask me about the details of tying up little Tricia’s ballsac until it shriveled up and fell away. “Why would you do that, Valerie?” He asked me while rubbing his own little balls. I reached out to pet his hair and tilted my head sweetly.

“I could show you how good it feels? Not to have them…”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This is a giantess fantasy: I wanted him beneath my heels! To worship me! He was trembling before I even stepped into the room. I towered above him—six-inch stilettos on, black latex hugging every curve. To me, he looked no taller than a doll, kneeling on the hardwood floor with wide eyes and a bulge straining in his pathetic little cage. You’re so small,” I whispered, circling him like a predator. “So easy to break.”

I leaned down, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my breasts swelling against the latex. His lips parted like he wanted to worship them—but I wasn’t here to be soft. “I could crush you,” I said, lifting one heel and placing the sharp tip between his legs. He whimpered. I laughed. “Hahahaha! You’re pathetic!” I loved watching him squirm. I was a goddess to him, untouchable, unstoppable, and he was nothing but a plaything.

I picked him up like a toy—his light little body pressed to my chest—and carried him to the bed. He gasped as I spread my legs, lowering him between my thighs like I was offering him heaven. “Prove yourself,” I growled, grabbing the back Continue reading “Beneath My Heels” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The sweet agony of control. He knew this cbt fantasy well. The pain and pleasure—two opposing forces that, when blended just right, create the most invigorating sensation. He lived for the exquisite torment, the tight pull, the stinging slaps that sent electric pulses through his body. And tonight, as he kneeled in the dimly lit room, phone pressed to his ear, my dominating voice made him tremble.

“Tell me, boy,” my voice purred, dark and commanding, “how badly do you need to be punished?” His breath skipped. His hands twitched in his lap, aching for permission to touch. “So badly, Madam Trini” he whispered, his voice dripping with need. “Then let’s begin!”

“Take the rope and wrap it around your cock and balls. A gasp escaped his lips as the sting radiated upward, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure pooling in his core. He whimpered, desperate for more. “Tighter!!” I demanded. “I want to hear you struggle.” My voice echoed through the phone. He was my most obedient caller. He wrapped a band around the base, restricting himself, feeling the pulse, the pressure, the torment. His body screamed for release, but he knew better. He was nothing more than Continue reading “The Sweet Agony of Control” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Haha you actually thought you had a chance with me, little dude? And you think your tiny little worm is gonna impress me? As if!

Let me tell you, I’ve seen bigger clits than the pathetic excuse for a dick you call a penis. Like honestly, are you even a real man? It looked like a shriveled up pinky toe! I almost felt bad for you, watching you try to stuff that sad little thing into my tight coed pussy. I had to FORCE myself not to laugh in your face as you fumbled around, trying to get it to even reach my cervix.

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Sissy Porn Slave

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Have you heard those rumors? Men are disappearing at an alarming rate. People are saying some Wicked Robotic Mistress is seducing them at bars and other places. She lures them to her house with suggestions of casual sex. But nothing is casual about what she does to them once she has them in her clutches.

She has been turning them into sissy porn slaves! That’s right; she gags them so they can’t scream for help and covers their face in a ski mask so no one can identify them! Then, she films herself using them in all kinds of humiliating ways. Always for her own pleasure, though. The captive porn slaves are always locked up tight in a cock cage for her films. Continue reading “Sissy Porn Slave” →

Anything For You

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“I’ll do anything for you,” Josh moaned. I trailed my nails down his bicep, cocking my head as if I didn’t believe in the false praise. “Seriously, Princess. Anything. Just say it, and I’ll do it.” I took a deep breath and decided I would test his declaration. My hand drifted down to where his cock was rock hard and pulsing. I pet his shaft with my dainty fingers and mused, “Anything?”

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Kinky Boy

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Last week I told you about the kinky boy I’ve been seeing lately for CBT. He had been wearing a cage for me and I was so proud of how well he took care of it that I agreed to give him some relief by removing it.

It had been on 24/7 for weeks with no cumming allowed so as I removed the device it was clear he was already getting hard. The anticipation of release looked to be overwhelming for him, and I loved watching my kinky boy squirm all over my bed.

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Penis Punisher

Posted 8 months ago by Lea

Penis Punisher

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I got this rep around town for being the penis punisher. Whenever boys misbehave, their wives bring them to my house for penis punishment. It’s crazy to me how a woman can say she loves a man, but then when he does her wrong, she “feels bad” for putting him in his place.

I guess if she had never let him out of his place, he wouldn’t have misbehaved and gotten them into this situation.

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