Later this month Pet and I will mark our first year as play partners. It has been an eventful year to say the least full of discovery for both of us. This time last year, I would not have believed I could possibly develop a love for CBT. I vividly recall how tentative and cautious I was as I tormented him for the first time, even after reading Hardy Haberman's book, The Family Jewels. A year later and I'm planning to do a presentation on the subject at an upcoming local kink event.
While I'm a fan of many types of CBT, lately it is ball busting that has captured my attention. As I mentioned recently, I've developed an interest in Lance hart's ball busting site She Owns Your Manhood at http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/46144 Pet and I have watched a few clips together and they have generated some discussion. For example, last evening, as I was putting Pet through his paces, I settled into a sitting position facing him which enables me to deliver kicks to his crotch. His wrists were in a column tie, secured to an eye bolt in the ceiling. I had already worked him over for about thirty minutes with a combination of impact activities that while not limited to his cock and balls certainly had warmed them up very well. After I delivered the first dozen of so kicks, I decided to get some feedback from him before he zoned out.
"On a scale of one to ten - one meaning "I can't feel a thing" and ten meaning "What the fu*k is my safe word?" how would you rate the last blow?"
I was a little surprised to learn that he considered the previous blow to be a mere three. Well then, now that the gauntlet had been thrown down, I had some work to do. I rose from my seated position and had him spread his legs a little further apart. I took aim and delivered a solid kick to his balls. "That was a five M'am."
That's when I started to smile. I thought, "Oh my, this is going to be fun!" I took aim, swung my leg back and let another kick fly. I heard the slap of my foot making contact with his scrotum and the air whooshing out of his lungs.
"That was a seven M'am," he gasped. I squealed in delight, walked up to him and embraced him until he regained his composure.
"That was fun," I whispered. "Let's do it again."
"Yes, M'am," he replied.
I decided to give my left foot a turn. Twack! I heard him groan and start to breathe hard. That was a good one! "Another seven?" I asked.
"Yes M'am," he replied.
We settled into a bit of a rhythm and I delivered another handful of carefully aimed kicks, holding his gaze as I did. The look on his face was priceless! I think he was more than a little surprised, but the smile on his face made it plain he was enjoying the more vigorous activity. The surprising part for me was how much I was enjoying it. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face and the rush I experienced each time my foot made contact with his balls was incredible!
By this time, I had managed to get up to a rating of eight. I took two steps back, aimed, and then briskly walked forward, moving straight into a kick. Thwack! He cried out, groaned and sank to his knees in one motion. As he caught his breath, he informed me that one earned a rating of 9.5! The look on his face was a mixture of surprise and pain as he struggled to process the intense sensation. Meanwhile I was processing some pretty intense emotions. I knew I had hurt him, but in a good way and it felt unbelievable. I stepped forward, helped him to his feet and embraced him. He whispered, "Thank you M'am."
My heart swelled and I replied, "No, thank you Pet." I hugged him again.
He had been restrained for a while so I decided to cut him loose and focus on a little after care. It seemed like a nice way to end a play session, so I started to wind things down. My top space lasted long after we finished scening. I don't recall the last time I had such an intense high.
Even in the middle of writing this post, Pet came in and settled on the bed behind me (I'm at the desk) and I stopped to indulge in a little ball busting. In between blows I chatted with him about why this activity works for him. He explained how he loves to put himself in my hands and to see how far we can take each CBT activity. We both acknowledged how far we've progressed in the year we've been playing together.
So there you have it - confessions of a Kinky Cougar. I'm hooked on ball busting. Happily, it is one of Pet's favourite CBT activities and has provided many hours of pleasure for both of us.
Now, if only I could improve my accuracy with my single tail whip, I'd love to incorporate it into our CBT play...but that's a blog post for another day!