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cbt
CBT is a classic favorite of mine. I have the perfect heels for such an occasion. My wooden clothes pins to peel apart that ball sack of yours.

 
I have a couple different size chastity cages. You don’t deserve to be hard or cum unless I allow it. I want you over to my bedroom with the curtains wide open and I start by slapping that flaccid cock, feeling it grow. I make you face the window, I want my neighbors to catch a glimpse of how much of a loser you are.
 

The clothespin goes on tight with that sack spread indulging in some CBT.

 
Stripping you of your dignity and clothes, putting frilly panties on you. Ripping those pins right off not caring if I cut it open, I laugh. You are quite pathetic. There is nothing wrong with female domination, women are superior to the male species as it is. You are on your knees begging me to stop, I put my hand under your chin my touch black poison lust. You get back up and bend you over the couch, clamping the clothespin back on your ballsack and on the head of your dick.
 
I put pigtails in your hair, you make such a pretty princess. My hand all flat and you bare bottomed and the lashings get harder with each one. You wince in pain and I pull your head back and tug on those tails. Your head is being cut into a piece by piece with the wood splintering. Getting red and swelling up, harder and harder the lashings. Good boy, you are such a good boy. Keep enduring that pain, turn over and I rip one of the head and the other fast. Still, have one left and squeeze it hard, don’t cry take this CBT as a big boy should.
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