Saturday 28 February 2015

Pain-Slut hits new heights of suffering....

Pain slut #1 paid Me a visit to My DirectCam room yesterday and oh what fun we had! You may remember that I blogged about him a couple of weeks ago. Pain slut LOVES heavy CBT and very much enjoys having his pain limits pushed. Last time I blogged about him; we had reached 10 on the pain scale. As promised; I have increased the pain scale to between 1 and 20 - and yesterday we reached 15 - this pleases Me.

Pain slut was under instruction to bring chopped chillies to the session. He had previously emailed Me to ask if he was to gather any more equipment to add to his torturous repertoire and I felt chillies was a natural progression. Of course as time goes by; there will be more things added - he's getting a shopping list next week..

So after making him strike his floppy cock with the back of a wooden spoon until he was hard; I had him take one of the chillies and rub the juice all over his balls. I could physically see them changing colour as the skin began to burn - paint a white line in front of them and you would have a "stop" sign - albeit a rather unorthodox one.

Next came the ball-stretcher. I love it when he uses this because it makes his scrotum nice and taut. A perfect canvass for some painful torture. So spanking his balls with the back of the wooden spoon brought the colour even further out of his already highly colourful balls. While they were as pretty as a picture, there was something missing. Sore is good; but aching is better.

Next came the parachute and the heaviest of weights. Now speaking of heavy; pain slut is not what you would call "trim". He needs some exercise. In our sessions, I like to make sure he takes some exercise and lifts his "weights". No, I'm not talking the weights you have at the gym. I'm talking fishing rod weights - attached to the parachute. These tug heavily on his balls as he does his exercises - 20 squats, 10 star jumps, 20 lunges, jogging on the spot for 1 minute. You can imagine the effect as those weights swing around nicely. He worked up a sweat and so did his balls - adding to the already apparent soreness.

Once I permitted him to remove the weights and parachute, I felt it was time for his balls to endure some prolonged suffering. So out came the bulldog clips - attaching and nipping on his balls. He had to sit with them like this while I had him rub more chopped chillies along the shaft of his cock. Whilst we waited for the juice to take effect; he was rubbing the end of his cock with coarse sand paper before running his pin-wheel around his pee hole - a lovely form of torture on the most sensitive part of his cock - and this is when we reached pain rating of 15 - a great improvement on last time.

Throughout all of this; pain slut's little cock was drooling. Yes this slave really does get off on pain - he lives for it! So, I decided it was time he was allowed to masturbate. Well it was the least I could do. Pain slut had suffered well - and suffering has it's rewards...Well not entirely. Of course I'm going to had a little sadistic twist to his pleasure.

So, as a final torture I had him scoop up a handful of the chopped chillies and squish them into his hands; spreading the juice all over his palms. Then came the masturbation. With one hand he was rubbing his cock furiously whilst the other was rubbing on his already very painful balls. As the chilli juice penetrated his cock he shot his load - and boy was it intense! I don't think I've ever seen him cum so hard before!

I always like to wait a minute after he's come down from his orgasm. In the throws of pleasure; the pain is a nice sensation. Once you've got a pain slut de-spunked, that's when the reality of the pain kicks in and you're faced with "oh shit! Damn, that hurts Mistress!" Yes of course it does - that's why I made him do it!

He left the session both satisfied, pained and exhausted. His feedback was testament to how much he'd suffered; "that was probably the most intense session of my life!" No pain slut. that was NOT it - but believe Me; you'll know when it is! 

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