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“Are you ready for me?” The words glowed on the computer screen in the darkness of Ben’s study. Ben looked at the words and hesitated before replying, thinking for a moment of what he was about to get involved in. Before he could reply the words changed on the screen.
“Having second thoughts?”
“No second thoughts,” he quickly typed back.
“Good. Very good, indeed. 94 Vincent Lane. One hour. Come prepared.” The instant message box clicked shut before he could type out a reply. CBT44 had signed offline.
Ben sat back and stared at the screen for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Coming prepared was easy — that meant no underwear, and to make sure his cock and balls were clean shaven. Ben did that as a matter of routine, so that one was taken care of. As for no underwear, he could take care of that in a few minutes. But the rest of the warning — come prepared — also meant for him to be mentally prepared for what he was about to go through. That, he thought, may take him a little time to do.
He had been talking to CBT44 online for about a month. They had met in an Internet chat room entitled “CBT Spoken Here.” Ben had no idea what CBT meant, so he popped into the room and observed for a little while. He quickly realized that CBT meant Cock and Ball Torture; he had stumbled into a form of S&M chat room in which the topic of discussion was the various ways to bind, twist, squeeze, and otherwise torture a man’s genitals. The ultimate goal was sexual satisfaction, although he wasn’t sure who was supposed to be satisfied. All he knew was that from what he was seeing, the women in this chat room were very proficient at what they did.
He also knew, for reasons that he couldn’t understand, that seeing the talk in the room excited him. Hearing a woman describe how she would bind her slave’s balls with a leather strap until they bulged before going down on him, then releasing the binding at the moment of her slave’s orgasm excited him. He had a raging hard-on by the time the conversation was over.
He was just about to leave when CBT44 sent him an instant message, welcoming him to the chat room. She noted that he had been there for a while and hadn’t said anything, and he admitted his ignorance of the subject being discussed. She volunteered to fill him in on what was going on, and he accepted; this started a nightly online discussion between the two of them. They would meet in the chat room and see what was going on there for a while, and then they would go to a private area to talk one-on-one. Over the course of the last month he learned that she was a dominatrix who specialized in cock and ball torture, but didn’t carry it to the extreme of drawing blood or causing injury. “Not that my slave won’t be sore for a day or two, that is,” she had told him, and he believed her. She also educated him in the fine art of CBT, and she could tell that he was both interested and excited at what she was telling him. At one point he asked her what her screen name stood for; she told him that the CBT was self-explanatory but would not tell him what the 44 stood for. She would only say that maybe one day he’d find out.
That day, as it turned out, was today. She had hinted around at the idea of him paying her a visit and letting her introduce him to the real-life world of CBT, hoping that he would get the hint and ask her. He did, finally letting his curiosity and arousal give him the courage to ask her if he could come see her and be his slave for a while. She readily agreed, and now he was actually on his way to submit himself, not to mention his cock and balls, to her methods and devices.
The prospect of it excited him, and he had a raging erection as he slipped out of his underwear and slipped his jeans back on. Then he was out the door and on his way to her house, following the directions she had given him.
The directions were easy to follow, and it took him about 20 minutes to get there. The neighborhood was a remote one, and her house was set back about 50 yards from the road. It was a modest one-story house with well-maintained grounds; he couldn’t tell much more than that because it was full dark outside, and the only light was the one in front of the house and the one next to the door. There were several lights on inside the house as well; he parked his car in front of the house, got out, walked up to the door and rang the bell. He realized then that he didn’t even know this woman’s name, nor she his. All they knew were each other’s screen names. Then the intercom next to the door popped on, and a sultry, slightly husky voice spoke to him.
“Yes?” it said.
“CBT44?” Ben asked, not knowing what else to say.
“And you are?”
“HARLEY03,” he replied, giving his screen name.
“Welcome, HARLEY03; please come in.” Her tone had softened considerably once she knew it was him at the door. There was a buzz, and Ben pushed the door open to enter the house. The fact that the woman had a state-of-the-art Ataşehir Öğrenci Escort security system installed on her house, one in which you had to be let both in and out of the building, did not go unnoticed. He walked through the door and found himself in a short hallway with a connecting room on either side. CBT44 stepped out of the room on his right to greet him, and the sight of her for the first time made his heart pound and his breath catch in his throat.
Walking towards him was the biggest, shapeliest, most curvaceous woman he’d ever seen in his life. She was blonde, her hair long in the back but cut shaggy in the front and on top. She was tall, at least six feet in her bare feet, but she was wearing black stiletto heels which must have been at least three inches tall. This made her at least four inches taller than he, since he was five eleven. She was wearing a black silk Japanese-style dress with short sleeves and a high collar, and the dress was slit all the way up to her hips on both sides. She was also wearing black silk gloves that came up past her elbows. Her body was big but proportional to her height; there didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on her, and if there had been the tight dress she was wearing would have shown it. She had a flat stomach and a narrow waist which flared out to womanly hips, and he could see long, firm, shapely legs slipping out of the slits in the skirt as she walked towards him. As he let his eyes travel up her body, he realized what the “44” in her screen name stood for, and it wasn’t her age.
It was her bust line. She had the biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen. They were huge, round, and full, standing out proudly from her chest. The dress had a very large round opening cut out in the bodice just below the collar, and there was at least eight inches of cleavage showing in the opening. He could see the tops of her breasts moving as she walked, rippling like waves on the ocean. She stopped in front of him and spoke in that sultry, sexy voice.
“It’s not nice to stare.” He looked up at her face (literally looked up, since she was at least three inches taller than he was) and saw that she was smiling. A good sign, he thought.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you,” he replied, meaning it.
“It’s no insult, believe me. I’m used to getting stared at, and I don’t mind. Men very rarely get to see a woman of my stature and build. Actually, I take it as a compliment,” she said in her husky voice. Extending her hand palm-down and fingers bent downward, she said, “My name is Pauline.”
Ben took her hand and said, “I’m Ben.” Then, knowing what she expected by the way she held out her hand, he kissed the back of her hand. She smiled in return.
“I see you have good manners, Ben,” she said, looking down at him. “Not many in this day and age know how to properly greet a woman; not many out of my particular circle of friends, anyhow. You’re sure you’ve never been schooled in this before?”
“I’m sure,” Ben replied. “I’m from the South, and back home that’s how we’re taught to greet ladies.”
“I thought I detected a bit of a Southern drawl. How very nice,” she said, smiling again, “a genuine Southern gentleman! How very nice indeed!”
“I’m glad you’re pleased, Pauline,” he replied.
“Thank you, Ben. And now, before we proceed any further than my greeting area, I must make certain that you’re 100% sure you wish to do so. You see, once you commit to me and I allow you to enter my domain, you cannot leave until I decide to let you do so,” she warned. The smile faded from her face as she spoke. “Even if you do manage to try and leave, you won’t be able to get out. The doors are electronically locked and cannot be opened without throwing a switch. The same goes for the windows.”
“Yes, I noticed your security system right away,” Ben said. “Quite effective.”
“It is. Are you nervous, Ben?” she asked.
“To tell you the truth, yes.”
“Being truthful is good, because untruthfulness will be punished later on. And it’s okay to be nervous; all first-timers are, and even some second-timers. With me, anyway,” she said, and smiled a wicked half-smile for just a moment. “So I ask you, Ben, are you sure?”
“You won’t do anything to injure me, right?” he asked.
“Correct. You will not be injured outside of some possible bruising which is inevitable, nor will you be caused to bleed. But you will, I can assure you, be very sore for the next three or four days, should you decide to continue,” she warned.
“Bruising and sore I can handle,” he replied, still nervous but excited at the prospect of what was about to happen.
“So, then, are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Did you come prepared?” she asked, and he knew right away what she meant.
“Yes, I did,” he replied. She smiled that wicked half-smile again before she spoke.
“Good. From this point on, you are mine. You belong to me. You will do as I say, when Ataşehir Çıtır Escort I say, without hesitation and without complaint. Do you understand, Ben?” she asked.
“Yes, I do,” he replied. Her smile disappeared.
“Yes, I do, Mistress,” she corrected. “From this point on, as long as you are in my domain, you will address me as either ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Pauline.’ Do you understand me, Ben?”
“Yes, I do, Mistress.” He was a quick study and no fool. Her smile returned.
“Good. Now, follow me,” she said. She turned around and walked back the way she came. Ben followed her, noticing the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass as they swayed when she walked.
“Do you like my ass, Ben?” she asked as she walked, surprising him.
“Yes, Mistress, I do.” Is she psychic, too? he thought as he followed her into the darkened room from which she had emerged. She flicked on the light as she entered the room, and Ben saw that it was either her bedroom or her playroom. He guessed it was her playroom, since there was no furniture in the room aside from a very large bed and a pair of chairs. She walked over to the wall on his left, and as she did so he noticed the shackles hanging from the wall.
“Over here, Ben,” she said, pointing to a spot in front of the shackles. Ben came over as instructed and stood in front of her. She took him by the upper arms and positioned him in front of and between the shackles, his back to the wall.
“Take off your shirt and toss it over there,” she said, pointing towards one of the chairs. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipped out of it and then tossed it onto the chair. She smiled as she looked at him.
“You have a very nice build, Ben. Do you work out?” she asked, running a silk-clad finger over his chest and around his nipples, making him shudder.
“Yes, Mistress, I do,” he replied, feeling his cock beginning to twitch.
“It shows. Now give me your wrists,” she said, and he did so. She lifted them one at a time above his head and snapped the shackles around them. The shackles were padded with thick leather and were not terribly uncomfortable, but he was helpless nonetheless and knew it. When she had fastened the shackles around his wrists, Pauline bent down and ran her tongue around Ben’s left ear, then shoved it inside for a brief moment before sucking on his lobe, hard. Ben shuddered with excitement, and he felt his cock begin to grow. She nipped his earlobe with her teeth before releasing it.
“Did you like that, Ben?” she asked, her voice more sultry and sexy than ever.
“Yes, Mistress, I did,” he replied. Then she bent down again, this time to his chest, and ran her long, talented tongue around his nipple. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the nub as it quickly grew hard, and then placed her soft, full lips around his nipple, sucking on it hard. He gasped as she pulled on it with her mouth, and she sucked even harder. He was surprised at the strength of the suction she could apply with her mouth, and he moaned aloud as she worked on him. After a few more intense, pleasurable moments of this she released his nipple from her mouth with an audible pop, then leaned in close to his ear and whispered in it.
“Just imagine what I can do to your cock, Ben!”
Before Ben could reply she stepped back from him and looked him up and down. She noticed the bulge of his erection through his pants and said, “Well, I see you already have! Step out of your shoes, Ben.” He did so, kicking them off and out of the way.
“Now, let’s see how prepared you are,” she said, and moved closer to him. She reached down and unfastened his pants, pushing them down his hips. His erection popped into view as his pants dropped to the floor, and Pauline stood back to look. Now it was her turn to be surprised.
“Why, Ben, you’ve been keeping secrets from me!” she said as she looked at his fully erect cock. “You didn’t tell me you were hung like a horse!” Now it was Ben’s turn to smile.
“You didn’t ask, Mistress!”
“You are correct, Ben, I didn’t ask,” she said, smiling. “And I’m glad I didn’t, otherwise it wouldn’t have been such a nice surprise. I see you’re completely prepared as you were told — your cock and balls are nice and smooth, shaven clean. Good, Ben, very good!” she said.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Ben said.
“How big is your cock, Ben?” she asked, looking down at it as it throbbed in front of him.
“A little more than eight inches, Mistress Pauline,” he replied.
“Wonderful! I’m going to have such fun with that big cock of yours, Ben!” she said. “And now I’m going to go change into my working outfit, so to speak. I also have to give your cock enough time to return to a flaccid state; it’s always best to apply my devices when you’re not aroused. That way they get tighter as you get harder, you see. Now, you stay right here like a good boy!” she taunted, and walked out of the room the way they had come in.
Like I’m gonna just up Ataşehir Elit Escort and leave! Ben thought as he stood shackled to the wall, his throbbing cock standing out in front of him. He was still nervous but now he was more excited than nervous, and it took some time for his erection to ebb and fade away. But it finally did, and almost immediately after that Pauline entered the room.
As if she had been watching and knew when to come in? Ben thought, and glanced quickly around the room for the camera. He didn’t have time to look much before she was standing in front of him, and if he was surprised the first time he was downright amazed now.
She was still wearing the three-inch black stiletto heels, but that was all of her previous outfit she had on. She was now wearing black silk stockings, black lace panties, and a black lace bustier with garter straps on the bottoms which were attached to the tops of her stockings. The bustier was the only thing containing her massive boobs, and they bobbed back and forth as she walked. He could see her round areolas and prominent nipples beneath the lacy fabric as she stood in front of him, letting him get a good look at her.
“Do you like my outfit, Ben?” she asked, turning around so she could see both front and back. When she did so he noticed that the panties were thongs. He expected no less, actually. The cheeks of her large ass were round and firm, the muscles flexing as she moved. This woman obviously worked out, too.
“Yes, Mistress, I do,” he replied, feeling his cock twitch as it prepared to come back to life. She turned to face him and looked down at him as he admired her.
“Do you like my tits, Ben?” she asked, hands on her shapely hips.
“Yes, Mistress, I do!” She smiled and then pulled her tits out of her bustier one at a time, letting them hang free for him to see. Ben felt his cock jump as he saw her massive tits naked for the first time. They were absolutely huge, round and firm, with very little sag. The nipples were pronounced and surrounded by pale pink areolas. She lifted them up and pressed them together, creating about a mile of cleavage.
“How about now, Ben? Do you like them better now?” she asked, playing with him.
“Yes, Mistress, I do!” he answered, feeling his cock grow more.
Looking down, she noticed the change in his cock and said, “Oh, not yet, Ben, not quite yet!” Before Ben knew what was happening, she reached down and flicked the head of his cock with her finger, hard. Ben yelped in surprise, and the sudden rush of pain caused his cock to deflate like a balloon.
“I am sorry, Ben, but we can’t have you getting hard before I’m ready, now can we?” she said, smiling down at him. “Now, let’s just see what I have to keep that from happening again.” She turned and walked over to the bed, kneeling down and pulling a long box out from underneath the bed. Her mammoth round tits swayed as she moved, and even now Ben could feel his cock stirring again. She opened the box and pulled something out of it, then stood up to walk back over to him.
“I think this should do it,” she said, reaching for his cock. She slipped a thick nylon loop around his shaft just behind the head, and then drew it tight. She let go of what she had in her hand at the same time she let go of his cock, and he felt his cock being yanked downward with a powerful tug. The nylon cord had a lead weight attached to the end, and it was heavy. His cock swung back and forth as the lead weight at the end of the cord swung, and the noose around the head of his cock was tight. Uncomfortably tight.
“Don’t worry, Ben, it’s not tight enough to cut off the circulation,” she said, smiling down at him. “Besides, the last thing I’d want to do is hurt that beautiful big cock of yours! I have too many things in mind for your cock to let that happen,” she said, slowly running her fingertips along the top of his cock, stretched out by the lead weight.
“Are you excited, Ben?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
“But you’re scared, too, aren’t you?” she asked, still running her fingers along the top of his cock. She slipped her hand around his cock and balls, gripping them very firmly to the point of pain. “Be honest, now, Ben; remember, dishonesty will result in punishment,” she warned.
“Yes, Mistress, I’m scared,” he replied. And he was, a little. He’d never totally surrendered himself to anyone like this before, and it scared him. She smiled at his reply.
“Good. Fear and sexual arousal make for an intense orgasm in a man. Makes him shoot lots and lots of cum!” she said, releasing him from her grip. “Now, let’s see what wonderful toys I’m going to use on you tonight, shall we?” she said. She turned and walked over to the box on the floor, lifting it up to the bed. She started taking things out, but she was standing in the way so that Ben couldn’t see. After a few minutes she walked over to him holding what appeared to be a leather strap about an inch and a half wide with a buckle on one end and two snap hooks on the side in the middle.
“I think your cock has been stretched enough,” she said as she lifted up the nylon cord and slipped it from around his cock. The head of his cock was a dark red, and was tingling. “Now it’s time to stretch out your balls.”
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