My slave aggie is cheeky. Sometimes she is even a little glib. I let the odd thing slip but mentally store the misdemeanors for a punishment session.
Today was pay back time and the promised threats of pulling her back into line would be inflicted upon her.
Firstly a little rope bondage, some leather hand huggers and arms pulled into quite a tiresome position which would remind her of the bondage she was in.
Next she was led into the other room and secured to the CBT chair. As always she wished to push her limits and challenged me verbally in a playful way. Just perfect. Now she would learn a lesson about holding her tongue when necessary. It as a game but a game thats bloody good fun.
Legs wide apart the bits and bobs on display were mine! And what a collection of toys and tools I had to use upon the crown jewels. The first lesson was learnt when aggie was thoroughly enjoying the attention of my hand upon her cock and balls when I started to explain about how harsh the leather thonging was that would lattice her cock and be pulled tight in a corset like pincher movement.
The reaction from aggie was perfect, turning from a nice gentle ‘really Mistress’ to a shouted THANK YOU MISTRESS as the pain and burning sensation clamped around the tender penile flesh in many places.
Now I was smiling.
My aim? To be laughing.
All sorts of issues were raised, all of course failures on the part of the slave, humiliating her, shaming her and firmly explaining the roles we had and how I was about to demonstrate the power of My role upon the weakness of her role in our dynamic relationship.
This particular little addition to the CBT collection is a simply ladies hair clip. But it boast a spring action grip with not one but two rows of sharp teeth designed to hold soft silky hair high upon a ladies head. Gripping the fleshy lips created by the foreskin of a penis wouldn’t be much of a challenge. 3 full revolutions I managed before running out of available penis/being unable to tolerate the whimpering of my collared slave. (delete as appropriate)
Such was the fun I was having that harder, nastier tools were produced and the blinfolded slave could only guess what the clattering noises, metal on metal, rattling, snapping noises could possibly indicate was coming next in the direction of her very vulnerable cock.
There were alot of thank yous along with many noises – some of which I haven’t had the privilege to hear before. Weights were dropped from the testicles. Vibrations were applied. All in all the demeanor of My slave changed from that of cocky ‘I can get away with things because My Mistress loves me’ attitude to one of learning ones place in the pecking order. Slave aggie you are and always will be my plaything. Moulded into whatever it takes to make Me laugh.