CBT – Cock and Ball Torture

“Don’t touch my nuts”

I was at Muther’s Guest House, the site of many after parties and kinky horny nights above the Toolbox, probably 9 or 10 years ago, and was with the man I now call Sir.  He was rubbing bunny fur across my nuts and it was, at the time, the most intense sensation I had ever felt.

In fact it was too much for me, he stopped the play and that was it for the night.  Funny, because as a kid, I used to rub soft materials across my nuts all the time.

Thankfully that did not deter Sir from contacting me some 4 or 5 years later asking me if I wanted to play – hell yeah and I was wondering if You’d like to tie me up, Sir? *GRIN*

CBT, or Cock and Ball Torture, is something that I have learned to enjoy both from a top and bottom perspective.  As a top, for me it’s about getting to a man’s primal fear of having their cock and nuts hurt.  As a bottom it’s about giving my nuts to someone else for their pleasure and learning to take more pain.

It took a while for me to learn how to accept Sir’s pain and revel in the bliss of that pain.  My training included:

  • Seeing Sir’s nuts tied up
  • Tying His nuts up
  • Feeling His hands on my nuts
  • Feeling His nuts
  • Seeing the pleasure He gets from CBT on both Himself and on others
  • Over time linking CBT to jacking off making it that much pleasureable
  • Using ball stretchers – Leather, neoprene, silicone

And that’s the start.  Needless to say, that set me down the path to really enjoying CBT from both sides.  And believe me, I’ve done some things that I never thought were possible on me.  *GRIN*

I did it because at the time it was a challenge, and it genuinely was something I wanted to explore and see what all the fuss was about.  And needless to say, I found pleasure in pain.

Check out this article in Xtra from November 2007 about CBT.  Thanks Nancy for interviewing Dan and me.  Also check out this article in Xtra from November 2008 on Pervertables.

Want to know more?  Let’s talk.

On being recollared

Today, November 28, 2010; I had the honour of being released as Master C’s slave and being accepted and recollared as His boy.

I made the request a month ago after the So You Want to be Kinky seminars, after having a bit of a realization – one that had been coming for a while but I had to face the truth.

In short, being someone’s slave is bloody hard work – whether you’re local or long distance.  Very hard work.  Hey, even being someone’s boy is just as hard work.

But for me, being someone’s slave and personal property was something I needed to go through, to have that experience to really discover my true self and nature.

While I have (and do) identify as a switch and quite proudly so, maybe too proudly; I am primarily more submissive – at this time.

Truth be known, I’ve been having a harder time getting into that deeper headspace that, for my definition of a slave, should have and it was clear that I just couldn’t keep that up.

I’ve also been letting my slave-space repress me a keep me down.  To be clear, it wasn’t Master keeping me down – it was me.  And it was at my request that we change our dynamic.

So what is the difference, for me, between slave and boy?

Well there is the fact that a boy has more leeway.  But it goes deeper than that.  A slave for me is able to set aside a good portion of that control and drop into that deep submissive space.  Words really don’t describe it well, and I promise to touch on this more in the future.

I am fortunate, very fortunate to have found a dominant who has been able to mold me into the man that I want to be, with a few twists of his own and someone with who, I was able to explore who I am.

I was sad yesterday at the close of this part of my time with Master, but the release and subsequent recollaring feels right and lets me feel free.  I am very thankful for the experience.

Thank you to Sir Scott, Western Canada Leather Sir 2011 and former Mr. Edmonton Leather 2003 for allowing Master C to share one of His traditions with people in attendance during “The Twoo Leather” seminar.