A write up of a session I had last week.
It had been about 10 years since I visited him last. Maybe not quite that long, its hard to remember but it had been a while, and he was desperate to make sure I knew it had been too long.
I dressed in some Lycra shorts and a Lycra top as per his requirements. I wasn't allowed a catsuit or skinsuit or even a swimsuit, it had to be something that could be pulled down or removed easily so that my cock and bottom as well as my feet were exposed. I covered up with a loose t-shirt and baggy shorts as per his request and headed over to his place. I was nervous. Incredibly nervous. I knew what was coming. I was to have 3 things happen to me, of which only one I enjoyed.
I knocked on the door and was immediately directed inside and through to the living room. He was prepared and waiting for me. He gave my body a little fondle, felt my bottom, squeezed my cock. He directed me to lay face down on the floor. One at a time I lifted my feet up and he removed my flip flops, stroking my feet and giving them a little tickle. I winced a little. This was the first thing I didn't overly enjoy, being tickled, but he got suck a kick out of it, and I knew there was much more to come. I was told to stand and he sat down in a chair and directed me to strip off. I took off my outer clothes and the Lycra and threw them on the floor. I was told off and had to pick them up, putting them on a chair. I was a little disappointed that the Lycra came off so quickly, but I wasn't in a position to argue. I stood before him. He examined by bottom and cock once more and then asked me what my punishment was for taking so long to have a return visit. I was dreading this. The tickling was pretty bad from memory but I knew what he was about to do would hurt a lot more. I used to do this to my sub and while she enjoyed it over time, she told me how much it hurt. Earlier that day he asked me to pick a number between one and three. I picked two. He then asked again, I picked two again. That was my punishment chosen right there.
The junior cane was short and thin, and I had just chosen to receive 15 lashes from No warm up, no gentle getting into it. I bent over and held on to my ankles as directed. I was dreading it, the anticipation building. Whack! OUCH! the pain went through me. Jeez I thought, this is gonna hurt, another one came THWACK. fuck it hurt. These weren't gentle, A third struck my bottom and I screamed out. I was nearly crying. I couldn't take 15 of these, there was no way I explained this mercifully to him and he did concede, a little. I was to have 6, 3 more. I was grateful that it was less but really wanted no more. I braced for the remaining three. Whack, Ouch, whack Ouch, Whack Ouch. My ass was stinging now. I honestly contemplated bailing at this point but decided to stick with it, there was still something coming up I would enjoy. He told me to stand up and face the door with my hands on my head. I did as I was told and stood silently waiting for what was next, feeling the sting on my ass. He told me when I was ready I should ask for my spanking which would be across his knee. More abuse for my poor bottom. I was to take my time but I knew the longer I waited I was just putting off the inevitable. I turned around and asked for my spanking. I got across his knee and waited as he rubbed my bum. Then they came, gentle at first but getting harder and harder. My bum began to feel warm. He stopped. That want too bad. It wasn't over though. He was just getting started. He gave me a second round. My ass now burning My body began to shake and I was crying out in pain. I knew I was going to get a bit of a spanking but not this much. Not content with this he switched from his hand to a hair brush. I don't remember how may times he hit me with that but my god it hurt. He was definitely enjoying it, I on the other hand was not. And I think that was the plan.
With a bottom that was on fire it was now time to get me prepared for my next punishment. He had me carry a massage table out from the corner and get it set up. He then instructed me to hold out my arms and put some cuffs on my wrists, adding a clasp and some rope. I was instructed to laydown on my front on the table with my arms out in front. He then lifted my legs up one by one and proceeded to cuff them and restrain them to the corner of the table. My arms were not tied down yet and I was about to find out why. He got me to get up onto my knees and keep my head down. I was about to try something I had asked him about out of curiosity. His humbler. I had never been put in a humbler and CBT wasn't really my thing but I was curious and wanted to try it. I felt a rope go around my balls and he was pulling them through the wood of the humbler. I heard the nuts get put on and the humbler was secured in place. I thought this would be it. I just wanted to see how it felt and that was that. This was not his plan at all. He told me to lean by body forward and my balls began to stretch away from my body. It was becoming uncomfortable. I then heard him undoing a packet swiftly followed by a tickling sensation on my balls. They were sensitive now and I began to buck with the sensation. Each buck made by balls pull tighter. I could see how the humblers kept people in their place and caused pain when not doing as they were told. Thankfully he relented and removed my balls from the device, instructing me to lie back down again.
I knew we were now coming up to the next part of my torment, the tickling. I was instructed to open my mouth and a gag was inserted and secured in place. My head then resting back over the hole in the table. He then reminded me of the last part of the deal. I was not to cum until he told me to. I agreed. He said If I came there would be punishments. That was to be the humbler but I had already tried that so instead it would be deep heat to the balls if I came. Thankfully laying there face down being tickled I was pretty certain I wouldn't be cumming. But tops are mean and i felt my balls being moved out of the way and something hard being placed between my legs, then a buzzing began. He had placed a vibrating wand in my crotch. Hardly playing by the rules that is it, so now I was going to have to try to not squirm too much from the tickling and to prevent myself from becoming too stimulated. Margret Thatcher naked on a rainy day comes to mind!
It began, first he tickled with feathers, I remember that. They weren't so bad. Not much squirming there. Then I couldn't tell you what came next, I could only imagine by feel or from what I saw laying around after. I think there was an electric toothbrush, that was pretty bad, tickling loads at first but then areas of my feet became used to it and it wasn't so bad. I think there was a hair brush, some special tickling gloves, maybe even the end of the cane. I'm not sure. I was settling into it relaxing and keeping my mind on other things. Then he moved the vibrator. It was now touching the end of my cock and the vibrations were building. The tickling was making me jiggle and I let out a few obscenities. I tried to hold back. I knew if I tried hard I could hold the cum back and have a dry orgasm, If I could just manage that he wouldn't know, he would think I had it under control. The feeling passed and I thought I succeeded. I didn't ."Oh dear" I heard him say. "Did you cum?". I let out a muffled grunt hoping it could be taken as a no. It wasn't. He knew I came. I could feel the cum on my thighs. Damn. That was the one bit I was looking forward to a great powerful orgasm, but instead I got a ruined one. my cock wasn't even semi erect. Just soft and flaccid trying to avoid the inevitable. If I thought this was the end of my tickling I was mistaken. He continued and now in this post orgasm state my senses were heightened. The tickling intensified and my bucking became more pronounced, my screams were louder too and I was struggling to hold my composure. It seemed like forever but eventually it stopped. I was sweating and exhausted from the experience. But it wasn't over yet.
I had my hands released and was told to get back onto my knees. I felt my balls being fiddled with, then he reminded me of the punishment for cumming without permission. Shit. Deep heat. I was preparing myself for it, it would be warm but I'd used it loads on my body for aches and its ok. Its ok I kept telling my self. It was not OK. The initial feeling was warm and tingly, then hot, then fucking hot, then burning. I was in agony. I was screaming, panting, writing around. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, this was hot and hurt. He stood there reminding me that I should not have cum. I had never felt pain like it. It was getting worse and I was beginning to panic. I couldn't see my balls and didn't know how they looked but imagined my skin slowly being eroded away by the burning. I was not happy. I was screaming to get it off me. He was telling me to relax, but that only made me worse. I was panting, sweating, screaming writing around. I wasn't putting this on, it really hurt. After what seemed like half an hour but was probably only a few more seconds I think he realised this was a bit much, disappeared out of the room and came back a few seconds later. I felt something on my balls and the pain immediately let up, it didn't go but it was calming. I was still breathing heavily but I was calming. After a few minutes I was back down to earth, my balls hot but not burning any more and I could hear what he was saying. He undid my ankle restraints and told me to get off the bed. It took me a few minutes as I was a little light headed and was still composing myself. He told me to kneel before him so he could remove my wrist cuffs. I did as I was told. He then reminded me that I had made a mess of his bed and needed to clean it up. I went over to it and began to lick up my cum, swallowing it as I did so, trying to get every last drop. When I was done we spoke a little about what I liked the least, how I must get better at self control and the punishments for cumming without permission. I thanked him and he told me to get dressed. I slipped my Lycra back on and put my t-shirt and shorts over the top. I said thankyou and I left. My balls still warm!
When I got home I looked at my bum in the mirror. Six big lines across them from the cane and some slight reddening but not much. My balls weren't as bad as expected either and I gave them a wash in the sink to get the last of the deep heat off. My cock was covered in dried cum and I washed this off too.
Would I go back again, probably, but I would really need to consider signing up for canes and deep heat. Maybe just the tickling and no cumming next time. Cock access denied! |
