Bondage & Ball Busting (CBT) Session

When he arrives he looks nervous. I hand him the contract and tell him to “Sign it!”
I order him to undress and then “Get to your knees, slave.”
I pace around him slowly, checking his position. Kicking his ankles further apart and grabbing his hair, to push his face down lower.  His whole body is shaking. I press My sole onto his trembling fingers.  As I do so, he moves his head slightly, with a temptation to look up towards Me. I immediately push his head down. “I did not tell you to move. Stay where you are. Quiet and still.”
I lean over him with a length of rope, loop it under his face and tell him to “Open your mouth.” I pull the loop between lips and teeth, before securing it behind his head with a single knot. “Now, bite down on that and get your head right down to the floor.”
I tie the rope next around his wrists. I grab his arms and pull them backwards, forcing him to balance on his knees and his head. I wrap one end of rope around one wrist, and secure it before repeating this with the other end around the other wrist. I then cross his wrists and tie them together, wrapping the rope around tightly several times to be sure that he cannot move.
I then work the lengths of rope down between his buttocks, wrapping each length once around each thigh before securing the rope with a single knot on each side.
Now that he is in position and bound, with a bit of rope between his teeth, partly to help to silence him, and partly for him to bite down to take what is coming to him, I reach for My first weapon.
I start off lightly. There is a 2 hour session ahead, and I do not want to tire My slave too quickly. The endurance of each slave is always put to the test, but even light slaps to the testicles can become painful if the slaps are persistent over a lengthy period. If he has any thoughts of this being easy from the punishment he is about to take, he is mistaken. If a slave requests a session of heavy ball busting, heavy ball busting is what he will get. My slaves always report the satisfaction of bruised blue balls following My sessions.
With My small soft leather flogger in hand, I lift his rear using the rope, and kick his feet even further apart for the easiest access to My target. As I lift him I notice that there is a semi erection, which must be rectified. I decide that the penis is going to feel My flogger as well. The whip will feel most painful wherever the skin is pulled tight, and nothing cures an erection quite like the sting of My flogger as it strikes with speed and force.
I lift one leg over him and sit on him, facing his rear. I pull up on the ropes with one hand, like pulling on the reins of a horse, and draw back My flogger in the other. And down it swings “kscht!”
I do not know if he winced. I had My full weight bearing down on him, so he was rendered motionless, whether the urge to flinch was there or not. Nor did I hear a single sound come from him behind Me. I do not say so, but this pleases Me. I enjoy it when I give pain which is received in silence. I lift the flogger again, and release it downwards with force, a little more force than the last lash, but not too much. I watch as the swift movement makes contact with his balls and the lengths of the tassels continue to travel underneath to make secondary contact with his already shrinking penis. I give him a total of 10 of these lashes, each a little more harsh than the last, before dismounting to fetch the next ball busting weapon.
This time, My leather hand paddle. The leather is soft, but this paddle is stiff, unlike the soft flowing tails of the previous flogger. I use the paddle to pull back on his testicles before pushing his ankles together this time. I am satisfied for now that the offensive, unsightly erection is gone. Now it’s time to start some ball beating. I wonder to Myself how blue I can make them before its time for Me to show him the door. With his buttocks high, ankles and knees together, and his balls trapped between his thighs for Me, I stand behind him and take aim. A more precise strike can be achieved with a leather paddle, or spanker. The hit creates more of a bump than a swish, the light sting of the flogger tails is replaced with the feeling of a full on hit. The feeling is exaggerated by trapping the balls between the legs this way. The first swipe causes his body to react. If they weren’t tied, his instinct would bring his hands down the assaulted area, and his body definitely weakens temporarily at the core. Barely 30 minutes into the session, and his balls are starting to feel the punishment they are receiving. After 3 hits of the paddle, they start to look slightly purple and slightly enlarged. This makes Me smile, and I continue on My mission for blue balls.  10 strikes of the paddle, and I step back to inspect My work. The blood is really starting to flow hard around the beaten area now and there is quite a colour change.
I kick his legs apart again, to allow the blood to flow more freely and to allow the pressure to release. I walk around him, checking the rope and readjusting his position. I stand for a while, with My stiletto heels close to his head. I can hear that although he is not making a sound, his breathing is heavy. I grab the rope at the back of his neck and force him into a more upright position. First I add a blindfold. I want the next thing I do to come as a total surprise to him. It takes his full concentration to keep his balance, especially now he is blindfolded. This should be enough to distract him while I take a short walk to the other side of the training room to collect a few things.
First I add a clamp to each nipple. This is really easy, as his nipples are enlarged and protruding from his torso. They must be sensitive as well, as there is a definite flinch from him this time, as I attach each one.
Then come the pegs. Lots of pegs. I have hundreds, many sizes and made of many materials. Today, I choose wooden ones. I grab his flaccid penis by the tip of the foreskin and pull. Once stretched, I start to attach the pegs. I add about 30 before I am satisfied. he won’t get hard now. I grab his hair and push his head back to the ground. A couple of pegs ping off with the movement. When pegs come off this way, they pinch. It is actually My preferred method of removing penis pegs.

Next, the cane. I part his legs again. his balls, now swollen and purple are an easy target from any angle. The cane supplies a good mix of sensations similar to both My previous ball busting weapons. The thin flexible cane provides the sting, while the shine of the cane snaps and slaps, and the solid material lands a good hard whack.  
“brace yourself, slave. Here come 10 for you.”

sissy in Bondage

Mistress puts me into bondage.

She gags me, a ring gag, blindfolds me.

My ankles are cuffed, and my wrists.

She puts me onto my knees, and pushes my face into the carpet.

I kneel, and she pushes a butt plug inside me.  Then she turns it on.

“Kneel tiffy.  And don’t move.”

I kneel, and I hear a click.  Even with my mask on I can sense the light has gone out.

It goes quiet, and I’m not sure if she’s still in the room.

I move my weight slightly.

“Don’t move tiffy.  I didn’t say you could move.”

She’s in the room with me.

i stay as still as I can.

i hear her draw on a cigarette- and then the smoke hits me in the centre of the ring gag.

i cough, and she laughs.

“you are pathetic aren’t you tiffany?  Look at your tiny cock.  I’ve had to buy a CB6000s for you.  The “s” stands for short.  You tiny cocked wanker.”

She blows smoke into my mouth again, and I tremble.

i hear her stand up, and walk round me.

“Don’t fidget tiffy, or I’ll keep you like this all night.  Wanker.

“Do you think it will improve when I let you stand up?  Because it won’t. As long as you are here with me you will be receiving no comfort, just humiliation and discomfort.  Because you are nothing but a cross-dressing sissy with a tiny cock.”

The butt plug makes my arse feel raw.

Drool is pouring from my mouth because of the ring gag.

My knees hurt, my back aches.

But it doesn’t let up.

She blows smoke in my mouth, whispers insults in my ear.

And I realise that the next 24 hours are going to be a constant torment.

It goes on, apparently for ever…..

“Stand up tiffy.”  I struggle up, and she removes my mask.

“Time for dinner,” she grins……

Post Shopping Punishment & Chores

We are back at Mistress’s house.  She starts to ask me questions about the day.  ” How did you enjoy Your day out?”

i start to answer , and She stops me.  “Your voice is pathetic tiffy.  Softer and higher.  Fetch the riding crop and the butt plug.”

i knew this was coming.  i fetch the riding crop, and bend over the table, my arse in the air.

“You get 3 for the first offence,” She says harshly as She shoves the butt plug ruthlessly into me.   She hits me hard, rapidly, i hardly have time to cry out once.

“Thank You Mistress,” i sob.

“Now, how was your day?” She asks again.

i try to answer, softer, more feminine, but i know it’s no use.

“4 this time,” they crash down on me, my arse is already on fire.

“How was your day?”

“Wonderful,” i breathe “Mistress.”

“Not bad.  But not good enough.”

She pours another 5 onto me, i’m crying out now, and in tears.

“How was your day you tiny cocked wanker of a sissy boy?”

“Fabulous Mistress, You made it into a wonderful day,” i breathe in a high, whispering voice.

“Very good tiffy.  Now speak like that all the time.  Because if you don’t, you will keep getting this.”

She gives me 6- i knew that would be the minimum, so i’ve got off lightly- so far.

“Bathtime tiffy.” 

i’ve got used to this style of command.  Why would She use lots of breath to command me when all i need is one or two words to let me know what i must do?

i scurry to Her bathroom and run a bath, testing the temperature all the time as i add bubble bath.

i light scented candles, and put on a relaxing CD of classical music.

i lay out a bath mat, and make sure there are plenty of deep, fluffy towels for Her.

i hang Her bath robe strategically where She can reach it as She gets from the bath.

“Your bath is prepared Mistress, “ i tell Her, making sure to sound as feminine as possible.

She goes to the bathroom- She doesn’t speak- why would She acknowledge my action?  i am the equivalent of a washing machine or a hoover- an energy saving device.

While She is in the bath i enter Her bedroom- i am always nervous in here as i am only allowed in on direct command.

i lay out Her clothes on the bed, carefully, and well folded.

There on the bed is an instruction for me, written in Her hand.

There are 3 tasks for me to carry out.

Firstly, i have to write out “i understand that i should obey Mistress Eleanor without question at all times” 100 times.  i go to the table, and write as quickly and as accurately as i can.  It is not a hard task- just a little tedious, but if ever i needed reinforcement of our relative positions, here it is.

Mistress comes from the bathroom.

“I’m hungry” She says.  “There is a menu on the worktop.”

She has written out what She requires for Her evening meal- i pour Her a glass of wine, and then go to make Her dinner while She watches the TV.

Soon dinner is ready- dinner for one, so i go off to carry out my second written task- to clean the bathroom after it has been used by Her.

i clean using vinegar, newspaper and my toothbrush.  She has told me to clean the toilet last- She has used it, so my toothbrush will be interesting when i clean my teeth later.  i find this task hard.  The newsprint comes off and makes the porcelain black, and the bathroom smells of vinegar.  It is one of my least favourite tasks.

i go back to the dining room, where Mistress has finished Her dinner.  The plate of scraps is on the kitchen floor, a cigarette butt protruding from it.

“Eat,” She commands, and i get down on all fours and eat my meal from the plate, like a dog.  The cigarette butt makes me gag, but i force it down.

i wash up, and Mistress takes me back to the dining room.

“Time for more feminisation tiffi, let’s start with makeup.”

i sit at the table, and make myself up.  She comments at times; wipes off my eye-liner and makes me re-apply it.

 “OK, deportment.” i walk up and down the room, a book on my head.   i know this is just for show, but it’s hard.

 “Walk into the room, say “Hello Mistress” and sit down.  Remain seated until I tell you otherwise.”

i go out.  i come back in, and breathe “Hello Mistress,” all froth and breathlessness.  “That’s it tiffi.  Well done.  There’s hope for you yet.”

i sit, and cross my legs, like a woman.  After a few minutes sitting like this it begins to hurt, but i stick with it.

 “Put another coat of nail varnish on.”

Still sitting there, i apply nail varnish- i realise i have some chips.

Eventually She lets me stand.

“It’s my bed time tiffy.  Just your last task to complete then You can go home.”

She takes me into the hallway, and i kneel facing the door.  She cuffs my hands and feet, leaving the keys on a nearby table.  She puts the ring gag in, and tightens it so i can’t move it.

Then She blindfolds me, and i hear Her set the alarm.

“When the alarm goes off, free yourself, and go home,” She says.

Then She spits in my mouth through the ring gag, and i hear Her chuckling to Herself as She goes upstairs.

i kneel for what seems like forever, drool pouring from my mouth, my body aches, the butt plug buzzes in my arse.

i can hear the timer ticking away- if i couldn’t hear it, i would swear i’d been here for hours.

At last the timer goes.

i struggle to the table, get the keys, unlock myself, remove the gag and the butt plug.

i re-dress, so i look like i did when i arrived this morning, and then i leave, posting the front door keys through the letter box as i walk towards my car.

i am dressed as a girl.  Some people have mistaken me for a girl today in public.

i smile to myself, and swing my hips jauntily as i cross the road to my car.

Online slave Training Task Completed

Take a roll of sticky tape, and stick it around your flaccid penis as tight as you can wrap it. Wrap it fully up and down the length, and underneath your testicles. Keep wrapping, and wrapping, all the way around until the tape runs out.

Once fully taped, take a photo of it and send it to Me via email. Keep the tape in place for no less than 60 minutes. Set an alarm if it will help. you may dress over the top if necessary.

Send Me another photo to My email when you have been wrapped for the full 60 minutes.

Send Me a 3rd email when you have unwrapped, and describe the physical and mental feeling of the release. Use as many or as few words as it takes for this description.

Do not masturbate or stimulate yourself in any other way.
I do not need a picture of your unwrapped penis.

Rough Treatment of My Useless Foot slave

Bound at the wrists with a silk scarf, the restraint is tight and soft. I order him to shine up My pointed stiletto heels. It look far too easy for him, and this is no fun. I must push his limits. See how far he will go for Me.
I grab roughly at the scarf around his wrists, and add to this some fluffy metal lockable handcuffs. I squeeze them tight around his already crossed wrists, making it impossible to move. his balance will be difficult to find with his wrists so tightly bound behind his back.
he tries to struggle, so I make My way around the back of him, to his upraised buttocks. They are almost begging to be beaten. I take the cane, and order him to count the strikes with Me.
"1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"
The last "thwack!" comes down hard, leaving him with several red stripes across both buttocks.
I watch him struggle as he tries to clean My shoes. I laugh at him. he is so stupid. Unable to keep his balance, he wobbles and shakes with the tension of trying.
I take another scarf and wrap it around his face. he will be able to see and hear a little through the sheer material, but not much. he must concentrate hard to hear My instruction.
At the first mumble of a "Pardon, Mistress?" I bend over and take the back of the scarf.
"I said, lick harder. Lick more. Do not hesitate. Do not stop." and I pull up n the scarf and drop. Using him as a shoe shining puppet. My silly, brainless, dickless, shoe shining puppet. I tug him left, and then right, pull up, and back. I hear him moan as his unbalanced form struggles against the movement. I smile as I watch him. My new toy.

Moving to England

 As i wait outside my now vacant apartment with just a single bag, waiting for a cab to take me to the airport, i re-live the last few weeks. i have agreed to become Mistress Eleanor's full time sissy slave, and am moving to England. All my things have either been sold or given away. My clothes for the most part have been shipped ahead. All that is left is the  few things i needed for the last couple days. The cab arrives, and i get in and instruct the driver to take me to the airport. As he pulls away, i take one last look at my old life disappearing down the street.

 i get checked in, and through security. i have to be the old male me for my passport picture and name to match up. They scan my carry on, but no one seems to notice the guy with all the female clothes in his bag.

 i find my gate and take a seat. Before i left Mistress Eleanor had sent me a letter with instructions not to open it until i am ready to board the plane. i take it out and open it up.

   amber,

   I am pleased you have gotten this far and are soon about to have your life changed forever. you will now go to the ladies room, change into an outfit more suitable for a sissy girl, and "become amber".  When you leave the restroom, you will put all your ugly male things in the rubbish.

   Looking forward to your arrival,

   Mistress

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sissy girl in Bondage

After reading my task concerning putting myself in such a bondage position, i was excited to start combining the two phases. i didn't fore see the spreader bar being any more of a problem, than the rest of the task.
As i hooked the bar to my feet, i was feeling like this was going to be harder than i realized, but i am devoted to Mistress Eleanor, and did not wish to disappoint Her. Almost immediately, i could feel an uncomfortable pressure on just my right foot, slightly below my right ankle. While it was uncomfortable at first, the level of discomfort grew in just a few minutes until there was quite a bit of pain involved. If i took weight off of my right foot it felt better, but the pointing of my toes in the heel, along with the side loading of my ankle hurt no matter what i did.
The actual wearing of the bar did not cause me too many issues, as i could keep my balance without swaying around too much. All without devoting too much concentration, and being allowed to keep my thoughts on Mistress Eleanor, as instructed.
i soon realized that it was going to be almost impossible to keep the bar on for the full 90 minutes, but tried to hold out as long as possible. After about 15 or 20 minutes,(don't know as i was blindfolded) the pain was growing. i could think of nothing but how much my foot hurt. understanding that this was not what Mistress Eleanor wanted from the experience, i decided that i must remove the bar. i bent over, unhooked one clasp, and put my feet together. The relief from the pain was almost immediate, and was able to finish the rest of the task as instructed.
Posted by amber 10.08.13 15:00
Carefully timed discipline will heal these problems with the proper dedication and concentration from the right willing sub. Progress shall be shown here soon.
Mistress Eleanor
10.08.13 18:30

Bondage

Bondage is the tying, binding, or restraining of a person for the sexual, aesthetic, and/or psychological pleasure of the parties involved. Rope, cuffs,bondage tape, self-adhesive bandages, or other restraints may be used for this purpose.
Because it is a common misconception, it is important to note that bondage itself does not contain sadomasochism.
Bondage may be used as an end into itself, as in the case of rope bondage and breast bondage. It may also be used as a part of sex or in conjunction with other BDSM activities. The letter "B" in the acronym "BDSM" comes from the word "bondage". Sexuality and erotica are an important aspect in bondage, but are often not the end in itself. Aesthetics also plays an important role in bondage.
The most common reason for the active partner to tie up his/her partner is pleasure from the restrained partner's submission and the feeling of the temporary transfer of control and power. For sadomasochistic people, bondage is often used as a means to an end, where the restrained partner is more accessible to other sadomasochistic behaviour. However, bondage can also be used for its own sake. The active partner can derive visual pleasure from seeing his/her partner tied up, and the restrained partner can derive tactile pleasure from the feeling of helplessness and immobility.
Types of bondage
Because of the diversity in its forms, bondage can be divided into various different types based on its motivation.
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