So Very "Hawt" CBT WP Report from larry

I am really enjoying larry, and you can easily see why! As I've mentioned, he's a bit more masochistic than I tend to be sadistic, but knowing that, I really enjoyed letting that ultra naughty part of myself come out to play! *evil, evil grin*

The reports from his first assignment are below. Since he wrote me a couple reports a day, I asked him to go back and complile them into one report, and allowed him to interweave my instructions and key comments.

I really love knowing when a boy starts and finishes certain parts of my assignments, and reading these got me hot & horny every single time! Then I was often taking my desires out on a certain other boy - and knowing that got larry even harder & more frustrated. Talk about a perfect cycle of tease, denial & cuckolding! 
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Mistress Magick,

Here are my daily reports from the first punishment i completed for You.

As i compose these reports, i have secured myself to the chair with the below-mentioned Solomon Bar CBT (Van Darkholme style) Tie. i imagine that You have secured me here Yourself, humble and chaste to compile reports for Your blog, before You and your best boy enjoy Yourselves in the next room... out of sight, but not out of mind, as my unsatisfied cock strains against its bonds... i may not leave the chair before my work is done, and even then i may not touch. i hope this task is what You are looking for, and look forward to Your further instructions/punishment.

larry
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larry

First, you are to remain chaste.. with NO indulgent/excessive touching, and certainly no release...until I have at least received and accepted your punishment.

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Mistress Magick

This is my sixth day of chastity. As Your instruction came unexpectedly, i did not allow myself a release prior to accepting Your order. As i find punishment arousing, as indeed i do receiving Your e-mails, the frustration is becoming exquisite. You may rest assured there will be no procrastination in completing Your assignment(s).

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larry,


Considering the fact that, I had asked/ordered you to refrain from [self-pleasuring] while completing both our punishments, I must admit that I was surprised that you waited until the last hour to complete your punishment for Miss G. (And, yes, then I "heard" you ask for more!)


That being said, I would NOT have been happy if you had rushed your work, or had not made some sort of apology for almost being late, as I would have found that indicative of what I might expect from you as well. That is, however, one of my reasons for deciding to give you this first WP from me on the list... plus, of course, the desire to contribute to the list in general.


I accept your apologies. However that will not keep me from giving you a severe punishment.. and remember, this is only for the original offense.




You will write 500x:


                Leering at my teacher's assets always results in a very firm punishment.


Underline "assets" and "firm" in each repetition, as noted.


I'm sure you can hear "ass-ets" as I give you the line, and you hear it again as you write and underline each repetition.


Please note that since this is over 10 words and includes the underlining addition, I consider it a red.


You will have one week for this task, however, I would encourage you to apply yourself this weekend in order to get it to me in a timely manner.. and you certainly have incentive to do so. ;-)


First, you are to remain chaste.. with NO indulgent/excessive touching, and certainly no release...until I have at least received and accepted your punishment.


However, I do like the idea of having you do some very light cock & ball bondage to remind you of your naughtiness while you do your lines. My first choice would be to simply have you wear a cock ring or rings while you write, or to do some rope/twine bondage to hold you in a similar fashion, so that you are more aware of exactly how *firm* you get when you think about certain things, and of my *firm* control over you, and your inability to indulge yourself. ;-) Do you have what you need for this? Do remember to be careful that you have sufficient circulation so that you can leave it on for a while. You have permission to experiment with this as long as you only touch as much as is necessary to apply and remove the ring(s)/bondage, and I will want you to report in regarding how it is working.
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Mistress Magick,

Of course i will comply with all of Your instructions. Having no rings, the method i have chosen is this Marling Hitch CBT Tie with the ends tied to the legs of my chair. No moving till 200 are done!
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Perfect! I like that type of CBT and have done similiar styles myself. ;-)


Hmmm... if you need to get a bit harder for the tie....you are allowed to *slap* your cock, as I might with my hand as I tease you about how naughty you have been in looking a women's asses, but no stroking or soft caresses. ;-)
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Mistress Magick,

i'm glad You approve. Upon reading Your e-mail, i slapped my cock as i read Your words. It throbbed into life, having previously been in a state of semi-arousal owing to the repetition of the "assets...firm...assets" mantra You set me. i had to release it from the chair and wind an extra loop onto it...

i was pleased to hear You enjoy punishing me. i am once again secured to the chair, my erect penis tied beneath me. With 84 lines on the clock, i have much discomfort to suffer for You!
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Later...

i thoroughly enjoyed my punishment session today. If ever it became too uncomfortable i imagined You had bound me Yourself, and heard You tell me there was no release until 200 lines were completed. i left Your *slap* e-mail open, and occasionally re-read it administering Your slap. The constant "assets...firm...assets" mantra ran through my head and conjured the very 20-year-old images for which i am being punished.

All in all, a blissful day spent in Your service. i look forward to many more

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I'm looking forward to hearing about your next session. I'd like you to do the same as today... but perhaps vary the tie in some way. I kept getting the image of slapping your cock...and it turns me on to have you do that for me, as I would do it to you... you should think of me teasing you about being a "naughty boy", as I do it.


Hmmm... I wonder if you could cum from just the slapping & teasing... perhaps, when you are done writing, we can find out! ;-)
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i'm glad You found my session yesterday enjoyable. Although my purpose is to please and amuse You, it gave me an extra thrill knowing it aroused You. Please upbraid me if i pry, but i hope You didn't remain frustrated as i did...?

A longer day at work means a later start for me today. No excuse for slacking in Your service though! Today, from the same site, i'm using Solomon Bar CBT (Van Darkholme style) Tie, again with the ends secured to the chair legs. Another 200 lines (and a lengthy period of cock bondage) coming up!
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Later...

i have just finished today's 200-line session and released my cock from its bondage. This afternoon was similar to yesterday, but with fewer slaps. The thought of Your pleasure as i was denied kept me in a state of arousal. i left Your e-mail open and kept re-reading it, imagining that You were getting satisfaction right then as i wrote, frustrated and bound to the chair by my cock. It throbbed uncomfortably against the ties, but i knew it was for Your pleasure and persevered.

Still the mantra keeps beating - "assets...firm...assets" - and occasional images of my erstwhile teacher flash through my head. Sometimes i drift back and i am sat there in history class, leering as i did, then the last word of the line always brings me back: "punishment".

It truly is punishment to go this long, in almost constant arousal, without release. However, the fact that it is for Your amusement makes it worthwhile.

BTW, i didn't mention, but i'm sure You guessed from the cock bondage, i am writing all of these lines naked.

i look forward to finishing the task soon- hopefully tomorrow- and presenting You with my work.
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Hmmm...for your last section of lines, I want you to use the last cock-covering style (Hojojutsu Cock Bondage Tie) since you haven't used it for me yet. ;-)
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i am about to sit down and embark on my last 100 lines for You, plus the underlinings. i will attempt the tie You instructed. i tried it the other day and couldn't get it quite right, but i am determined to succeed as You specifically demanded it.
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Succeeded with the bondage. All tied up and ready to go!
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A shorter session today in completing my lines was no less punishing.Although the writing itself was little more than an hour, i remained in bondage until all the pages were scanned and forwarded. Once more i strained against the rope as i thought of my predicament, chaste and frustrated, any pleasure purely on Your say-so. As the days pass, drops of pre-cum appear more regularly, and are scooped up and swallowed as per Your desire. Thank You for allowing me to suffer for You, and i look forward to Your further instructions.

larry

Harder by ed cantor

A bit "harder" than my usual, below is the text of one of ed cantor's first attempts at Twitterotica. Enjoy!
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getting on a plane to be teased and tormented and used

arriving to be picked up by you, immediately taken, stuffed with the plug, bound helpless, and taken to where the use REALLY begins

sun so bright after the trip in the trunk, blinking as you guide me in, handcuffed, plugged, gagged

i can see you tormenting me with your desire, blindfolded now, you make me strip and i can't see you, can't know who is there

but you come so close, teasing me once you've got me restrained helplessly immobile, keeping me inches from your thrilling arousal

now totally at your mercy, i groan at the tightness of the ropes, the cursed inflatability of the stretching plug, drooling around the gag

she pulls the blindfold off and, seeing her, despite everything, my body tingles with arousal at her striking and powerful beauty

my admiration is cut short, not just by the ominous surroundings, but by the more more immediate concern about the thin cane you held

my legs are spread wide, ankles held open by the roughly welded spreader bar and its steel shackles, my wrists pulled so high over my head

you move close, a briefly soft touch at my bared chest turns into you marking me with four parallel lines from your sharp fingernails

you are dangerously intimately close to me, i curse my reactions, growing erect as you start surrounding my cock and balls with thin leather

i moan in pain, as you've hung something from my swaying balls now...i look down to see a small empty tin pail

distracted by this new torment, I am shocked to screaming when the thin cane slices across my ass.

and again when you drop some leaden weight into the dangling pail, pulling painfully at me. "that's what happens when you don't thank me"

"thank you?" he stammered, tortured by the way the damned pail was now swinging. "yes, for the kiss of my sweet cane." and again it struck.

there was no point in resisting... "thank you" i gasped. your fingernails dragged down my back. "thanks for what, fucktoy?"

"thanks.. thanks for whipping my ass" i was guessing, in some kind of strange shock." "oh honey, that was just the cane, not the whip...yet"

you kept striking me with the cane, over and over, marking and torturing my ass, my own jerking making the weighted pail swing

but each time, even when reduced to sputtering groans, a strained "thank you" exits my lips

i feel like i'm about to lose consciousness, always waiting for the next strike, when you stop. you set the cane down on a shelf.

to replace it you pick up a wide leather paddle. you walk up in front of me, turning it so i can see all of it. your smile is dangerous.

My breathing coming in ragged panting, i look at it, at you. you use it under me to lift up and display my bound cock and balls to me

my balls, trussed in the thin leather, are red, almost purple, tight, the agony visible... you tease me with those painted talons again

your nails drag up and down the length of me, and you slide the paddle, like you're using a frying pan under me. when you squeeze i scream

you let the paddle down, leaving me at the mercy of the pail again, pulling another groan from me as your heels click behind me again

i'm nearly sobbing, knowing what is coming, and sure enough the paddle slams like like a truck, reigniting the fiery stripes of the cane

you cast a wider spread with the paddle, and soon the whole of my ass as well as the backs of my thighs are burning and glowing red

without being reminded, i am gasping thank you's out to you, even as the pain grows, narrowing my vision to a shadow-framed tunnel

you stop once more... i'm panting, and it takes me a moment to realize it is over, at least for now. you are moving again, arranging things

there is heavy scraping, big things sliding, but all i can do is revel in the reprieve from the paddle. then i feel the edge against my ass.

you've pushed a large, cold metal table up behind me. you free my ankles from the spreader bar. you lower my wrists, still bound together.

you pull me back, onto the table, securing the chain from my wrists somewhere behind my head. laid back, the cold surface is almost soothing

you free the dangling pail from my trussed cock but you do not release it. you pull my legs up, securing each doubled with a buckled strap

you push my frog-tied legs apart and it is the first time i see the ominous strap-on you've affixed to its harness at your hips

the harsh lights above me gleam in the slick coating of lubricant you've already prepared it with. "oh god, please don't, please" i stammer

your smile fades, and my throbbing balls are i your grip "i like the begging, but you're doing it wrong, fucktoy."

"beg me for this, beg me to take you like the dirty whore you are, or you'll feel that whip you were asking about, and i'll skin that ass"

i can tell by the look in your eyes that it is no bluff. i swallow hard, trying to make myself believe this isn't real. "please..."

"please what?" you demand of me. "please.. please use that on me, in me. please, please don't whip me." "slut, you'd better make me believe"

"please, oh god, please... please take me, please fuck my ass, please fuck me, please please take me and fuck my ass please"

i realize i'm nearly screaming. your smile is wickedly crooked. you ease the tip of the purple rubber monster to me, pushing open my rosebud

i groan as the thing pushes into me, even after i'd been stretched by the plug. and then you're really fucking, your hips driving forward.

"keep begging, whore. i know you want it, i know you love it!" "yes, please, please" i'm begging with all that i am as you impale me

the feeling of the thing inside me is completely new, like it is splitting me in half, but also something more

i can feel your pleasure. your bliss and fucking me so full is electric in the room. it isn't just better than the cane, it's something more

but i still blush at the words that are flying from my mouth, from some depraved core of me "fuck me! fuck my ass! fuck me! i need it! fuck"

my head thrown back, your rocking me on the table. my mind is numbed so much that all i can do is repeat "fuck me i'm a whore" over and over

my mind buzzing, and i realize something strange is happening. i'm starting to enjoy this. but how? i look and my cock is rock hard.

it is straining at its bondage, but rigid and upright and its purple head is glistening with precum. "i knew you were a whore, slut."

your smile shames me. my face is burning red. but still you fuck me and still i beg. you grip my shaft, hard. your nails curl around to bite

but still i love it. i want it. i want you to fuck me and stroke me. your touch makes my body electric. i feel like i'm a foot off the table

your hips are rolling, getting your own pleasure from the base of the strap-on, and you are ramming hard into me, but the pain is offset now

my begging is more than real now. i want it. i need it. i crave for you to fuck me, to take me with all you have.

your hand on my cock and your dildo in my ass is making me a pavloviansubject. this pleasure like i've never felt is because i'm yours now.

i'm begging in earnest, my voice almost gone, rasping, "fuck me please, oh god please fuck me, take me, i'm your fucking whore to use"

"tell me you're a whore" you command and i do it, aloud, "i'm a whore!"

"tell me you're a slut" and i scream it "i'm a slut, i'm your slut!"

"tell me all you want is to fucked and beaten and fucked some more, you fucking tramp!" i do, and i am. i am what you are making me.

"yes you are. cum, you ass-fucked whore." and i don't even think, i just explode. cum forcing itself past the bondage, to spurt up my chest

you fuck me a few more thrusts, and the pressure seems to push even more cum from my throbbing cock, you unlace it now, and it is still hard

it is super sensitized from is use and its bondage, my balls feel like theyve been kicked over and over.

i'm still helpless, not that i would have the energy to move if free. your fingers, in rubber gloves, are scooping up the thick white cum.

i'm almost beyond shame, but still i feel this humiliation as you slowly feed me every oozing drop of my own orgasm

once you are satisfied you retreat for a moment. when you return, you're holding a heavy collar, hinged steel, which you lock around my neck

only then do you you release my legs, free my hands. i turn slightly and i feel it and hear it. the chain from my collar to the wall.

you're moving away, dropping a bowl of some gruel on the floor, next to another filled with a splash of water. the door closes heavily.

you speak to me though the slit in the metal door. "you are mine, whore. and it is just beginning." i shudder. I can feel the truth of it.

Disciplinarian by ed cantor

I asked ed if he could see me as a disciplinarian. The below was his response. ;-)

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You are kind, slow, thoughtful -- as you are with everything that you do. You make me feel loved. You make it clear that my training is important to you, and that you take great pride in me when I grow in your service.

This is one of your lessons. The way you teach me. There are some things that words can't communicate in the same way. Some things must be taught to the body, as well as to the mind.

And so, you have me strip, until I left with nothing but a tiny string and lace thong. You bind up my cock and balls, but you do it from outside the thong, so that soon my package is trapped by lace and rope. You affix a rope around my waist, and drag the long ends remaining back between my legs. My ankles are strapped into heavy leather cuffs, which you then lock to the ends of spreader bar -- forcing my legs wide open. You lock cuffs on my wrist as well, then bend me forward, locking those to a ring in the middle of the spreader bar. Now the waist rope makes sense, as you pull the ends up, securing them to the ring in the ceiling above me -- bound like this, I have no way to balance myself, so I shall instead be supported by your bondage.

I can see you behind me, looking through my legs, and I see the heavy black paddle in your grip. You seem to test its weight, passing it from one hand to the other.

I know I have disappointed you, and my own actions have made this lesson a requirement. I hate that feeling -- it burns on my face and torments my gut... and soon I know that pain will be spread around my body.

You've left my mouth free, so that I can thank you for the strokes as they land heavy and hard, and so that my moans and gasps and groans are equally audible. You display an expertise I would not have guessed, but I'm never suprised by your abilities.

The lesson takes hours, as you make my ass glow, the backs of my thighs burn, the bound package of my cock and balls throb. You take breaks from time to time, resting your arm, and leaving me to ponder my own situation.

Only one who loves me as you do would take this time to teach me.

Thank you, Mistress.