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The reality of what years of repetitive dungeon cleaning will do to you

Someone Knew Exactly What They Were Doing #64: Snowballs In The Face?

Literally no one likes that, you perv.

C.B.T.Fridays

I look forward to the Fridays that Monkey Dick presents himself on a platter and I get to serve up more sizzling hot torture to his doomed slavemeat.

This week, I showed him to his place at the cross, affixed him, and tenderized his balls with a three-course flogging.

Then, I brought him to a seat with a better view, where I made sure he was very comfortable before I made him very uncomfortable. This week’s special? Metal ball stretcher with a plate of sharp spikes.

Imagine how deliriou–I mean, delicious–those sharp spikes felt on his choked, tightly stretched, and tenderized slaveballs…

For dessert, I treated him to some tasty womanhandling before I allowed him to go. Pushing men around is one of my absolutely favorite things to cook up. 😈

From Monkey Dick:

“Thank you for the absolutely great session! When I noticed you laughing and enjoying yourself as I squirmed from your painful tortures I knew [I was] really “doomed”. You demonstrated your incredible CBT skills … I found this intense prolonged torture very exciting. … I had forgotten how exciting rough play can be. … When you grabbed my throat, put your weight on me, that really added to my excitement. … Thanks again for the great session”