As I step into the room, my heart races with excitement at the thought of Cbt Torture. Of indulging in my kinky desires for CBT. I run my fingers over the curve of my thigh, and I adjust the straps on my lacy black stockings before sauntering over to the bedside, where my submissive partner is bound and helpless to my every command.
He watches me intently as I approach him stealthily, the sound of my heels tapping on the floor as I enter the room. My eyes meet his, and I can see the intimidation and desire that burn in his gaze. I’m filled with a sense of power of having so completely infiltrated his mind and body.
“I need you, Goddess. Please cbt torture me…” His reply is immediate, and I nod as I adjust the straps on his wrists.
As his gaze moves to my high heels, I can see his erection pressing against the restraints. I lean in, using the weight of my body to further crush his manhood. The sound of his grunts and whimpers is music to my ears, and I can’t help but be filled with a sense of pride and power.
Slowly, I take my position between his legs, and I start my first act of CBT torture. I bring my heel to the base of his erect penis, and I can hear his breath catch as I apply gentle pressure with the tip of my shoe. I lean in, using the weight of my body to further crush his manhood. The sound of his grunts and whimpers is music to my ears, and I’m already imagining the things I could do to him next.
I decide to take things up a notch, and I reach for a glass dildo that I had prepared earlier.
I slide it into his mouth, gagging him slightly, and holding it in place with a delicate piece of fabric. He gags and squirms, but I continue to apply brutal pressure on his genitals. I watch as his thrusting, struggling body becomes less erratic, less wild, and more submissive and compliant.
I delve deeper into his mind, coaxing him into a trance-like state. My voice is low and seductive, and the words I whisper in his ear make his pulse race and his arousal intensify.
“You want more, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes,” I purr into his ear.
He moans, and I can’t help but be surprised at his fierce determination to please me. I feel a sense of amazement and fascination. Not only for the power that I’m experiencing, but also for the way my partner is responding to my every command.
I decide to intensify the CBT torture further, and I start to hover my high heels over his genitals. I watch as they twitch and heave, as he tries to avoid the pain.
But I’m persistent, and I know that it won’t be long before he’s begging for more.
I start inching my way down his body, stopping at each of his sensitive areas. Meanwhile, I continue to mouth fuck him with the dildo, causing him to gag and choke.
As I near the end of my CBT torture, I start getting creative with my high heels. I decide to experiment with different positions and angles, causing him to writhe and struggle beneath me. I watch as his face contorts into a series of wondrous expressions, and I know that I’ve created a masterpiece with my creative CBT torture techniques.
His body is twisting and turning beneath me, and his genitals are begging for release.
But I know that it won’t come until I’m ready to end the torture. In that moment, I am both aroused and exhilarated. This CBT torture is my joy, my pride, and my pleasure.
Bad Little Jade
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