I’m going to call him my Rubber Band Bitch because I had a little fun at his expense, and left his cock and balls red and aching! CBT at it’s finest! That’s what pain play is all about, of course…..’pain’ for you and ‘play’ for me. He’s such a spineless turd of a man, and those kind practically have a flashing neon sign on their forehead that says ‘Use me’. Well, I did. No regrets.

Pain Play, Denial And Lots Of Bad Words

The best kind of pain slut wants more than just the wince of pain. They want approval, to be useful, and to be enjoyed by a Mistress like me. They’re such pussies, aren’t they? But that was my Rubber Band Bitch, offering me his his flesh-digging nipple pincher and rubber band. I made him circle it around his lonely, sexless cock and balls and wait for the fun to start. Your pain makes me smile, which is another way of saying that if your pain was a hole, I’d fuck it senseless.

I called him what he was, and my words sunk in like the thwack of a wooden bat. He shuddered with every one of my commands, as I ordered him to squeeze the nipple clamp into his nipple tighter and tighter. He pulled the rubber band back farther and farther just so I could hear that SNAP! And oh, what happened after each time he did…..now that’s what I was after. That pain breath! You know what I’m talking about. That’s the breath that catches in your chest, when your heart shocks and your skin seizes for just a moment, right before that warm wash of pain?

I continued to swear at him and bring him lower as he begged to cum, but I wasn’t about to reward him. Denying his release was the final command from me, and I left him panting, his pain pulsing through him, his cock unsatisfied. I quite enjoyed it. And now I’m telling all of you.

* Call Confessions is not a surprise blog, and featured callers have been notified. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.*