This was my fourth visit to Mistress Cassie and easily the best. I’ve been an awful slave: cheeky, giggling often, putting too many limits, not doing my tasks; so this time, inevitably, the chicken came home to roost. I asked for humiliation and to try CBT for the very first time, mentioning only that I’d like to be hit with an implement and have my penis stamped on. I got that – and then some. By the end of the session She’d completely destroyed, punctured, erased, and obliterated my overinflated ego.
I was blindfolded and cuffed to the bed and then Mistress Cassie proceeded to use various implements I could never have imagined enjoying (she made me guess at times what she was using): Needles were stuck into my penis, it was clamped in something, a monkey wrench was used, as was a pizza cutter, a cheese grater (!), rolling pins, and other things no doubt procured from the seventh level of hell. Felt like I was in some fucking Hieronymus Bosch painting.
When I admitted halfway through all this that I’d been to see another Mistress and had used my Mistress Cassie’s cock in ways she did not approve of, things got even worse. It was squeezed and stamped on and generally abused in mind-blowing ways. I don’t know what she was doing exactly because I couldn’t see but She said She was going “to play doctor.” I have never been in so much pain, never screamed so much (“like a little bitch,” she said), and never felt so helpless.
When she finally untied me I was so grateful I would have knelt before her and worshipped her like a dog had she not told me to “put on your clothes and get out.” She told me if I were to misuse it again She’d cut it off. I was so scared to look at Her but had to steal a look just to check She was the same person I’d met right at the beginning and not Medusa or Kali made flesh! The look she shot me was so seething with rage and contempt that it tore a hole right through me. I felt like a fucking smurf.
I left in a daze and had to walk around for a bit with what was no doubt a “wtf just happened?” look on my face before I could get on public transport again. Felt like I was off my tits on some amazing super-drug from the future.
Thank You, Mistress Cassie. I’ll be back and I hope to do well for You.
Wtf just happened? ;-)