“It had been close to 6 months since I had last seen Ms Jadis for a session. This is not unusual based on the past close to 10 years I have had sessions with Ms Jadis; however, on this occasion, it felt well overdue. Having locked in a time, a Sunday morning session, the anticipation and excitement begin. It must be noted that during the booking exchange, we discussed a few ideas for the session which added to the excitement, albeit to my suffering!
The morning arrived and it was a rainy cold Sunday. After parking the car, I proceeded to make my way to Ms Jadis’ amazing location and locked the door behind me. I was greeted by Ms Jadis and as I entered, the cattle prod and brand-new batteries caught my attention immediately – to which Ms Jadis made sure it was to be seen and pointed this out. We chatted as old friends for a while before we briefly spoke about the session, although there generally isn’t a lot to discuss, as Ms Jadis understands the sessions we have and has an amazing ability to pivot throughout, usually when an evil thought is had, immediately followed by a concerning laugh!
After showering, I await in slave position; thoughts that were rushing through my head were now travelling much slower as I ease into subspace, also mindfully aware of some of the potential pain Ms Jadis will inflict. I lose track of time; however, the music starts to play, and Ms Jadis can be heard walking out. Here we go. I am blessed to worship Ms Jadis’ footwear before being collared; I am now at Ms Jadis’ mercy.
I am led to a familiar bench where Ms Jadis stops me and then grabs a cock tie. I immediately notice it is the soft tie, which can only mean heavy weights are to follow. Before being tied, Mistress decides to pull at my balls, stretching them and squeezing them with increased force, leaving me already concerned about how the following two hours will be survived. After being stretched and squeezed, Mistress ties up C&B securely, tests the tie and then re-ties again for added certainty that the tie can hold great force.
Now being strapped tightly to the kneeling bench, Mistress proceeds to add some weights to my balls. With the addition of each weight, Mistress counts out the total weight and at this point, starting at 1kg, quickly moving up to 5kg. More weights were added until we got to 9kg when Mistress went to get some more along with another leather strap for more space for weights. The addition of weight continued until reaching 13kg and I was given some relief by removing a few kg while Mistress grabbed more weights. With the removed weights now reapplied, we continued and finished up at 15kg, where at this point, the pain started to overtake the mental resilience, and I was starting to succumb, so a final countdown from Ms Jadis was heard until the final relief of weights being removed.
Whilst the relief could be felt, as expected, the removal of the tie was not, as it quickly unravelled around an extremely tender region. Mistress then ensured circulation, giving them a good shake and squeeze – of course, using the opportunity to inflict more pressure and pain! About to be untied from the bench, Ms Jadis stopped; an idea was to mind, a soft threat of my first introduction of the Cattle Prod, however, transitioned to locating the electrics. Pads applied to each testicle and the fun begins as a range of frequencies and intensity are used, at time I am apparently appearing to “twerk” as Mistress stated, all involuntary; however, Mistress continues the shocks, knowing I cannot move and all I can hear while jumping and shaking is the laugh of Ms Jadis!
As I am being untied from the bench, I am already feeling slightly spent. After an ungraceful bench dismount, the glint in Ms Jadis’ eye caused concern. As I stand, it appears that my C&B is at the perfect height for the bench and Ms Jadis proceeds to secure me to the bench, literally by the balls. With my cock now laying flat on the bench, everything now makes sense.
The first shot makes a thud, Mistress had used a strap and there was already a noticeable dark mark on the shaft. Mistress swapped sides and concerningly, I was starting to create more surface area for Mistress as things started to get a little harder. More thuds as well as a comment – I am going to try and get the tip and sure enough, Mistress did not miss the mark and a darkness appeared instantly on the head. Mistress swapped sides again and continued until it was time to reach for the cane. I cannot recall exactly how many strokes of the cane were received; however, Mistress swapped sides a couple of times, and although the pain was immense, I could not go anywhere, as moving would have caused a fair amount of pain based on how I was secured to the bench!
One of the cane strikes took a fair amount of time to recover from, and it was another strike to the head; however, with encouragement, I straightened back up and took another blow. The pain was hard to take, but the rush as it settled makes you want to take more. I now look down, and what is below me is something that has a substantial amount of dark colouring, and the head was also quite dark. I could already see the swelling.
Not sure I had much left at this stage. After being untied, Mistress collected the cattle prod. This would be my first experience with it, and I had no idea what to expect. Standing and unsecured, Mistress suggested I hold on to the cage behind me …… wow, I literally jumped and ran/skipped away, which became highly amusing for Mistress – the laugh was pure. This was a very different feeling to electrics, this was a jolt directly applied to my cock. I slowly walk back, and after regathering myself, I again find myself running and skipping away. One more, I was told; using all my efforts to stay solid, the jolt again resulted in a third run and skip. I dare not look down to see what damage there was!
Now I am placed lying down on the bench. This immediately reminds me of a midweek message Ms Jadis sent me, advising she had rummaged through her Vet Med kit! After being securely tied down, Ms Jadis must have noticed that the colouring earlier created was on the top side only and with a cock cane in hand, went to war on the underside, changing sides from time to time, this went on until I can only imagine Mistress was satisfied with the colour matching!
Now, some relief of the pain was to hand, Ms Jadis moved on to some sounds. The first was too large; however, the second, whilst still a little large, after time and manipulation, finally went all the way down – the feeling is delightful. After some enjoyable time of this, the smell of alcohol wipes was noted, and then the immediate pain as the wipes were applied – the weights earlier in sessions no doubt caused abrasions which were being felt. It was also at this moment that it was evident the cane strikes had also caused some abrasion, as the alcohol wipes were very much felt, especially on the head!
Ms Jadis then advised she had found some thicker needles, 18g, which were to be used. Needle play has always been a huge part of the sessions with Ms Jadis and always a joy. Oh my – first needle in which was immediately followed up a noise of satisfaction from Ms Jadis. I glanced down and could see the end of the needle protruding from the head – what a sight, and what a feeling it is as it goes through. A crown of thorns is not unusual in our sessions; however, I wasn’t expecting it first up with the gauge of needles. Mistress continued the crown until the space had been filled, moved to the frenulum and filled it completely – the insertion of each needle could definitely be felt.
Ms Jadis then continued to the scrotum, piling in as many needles as possible. A couple of photo were taken and I was shown the artwork that had been created. Such a great sight to see and it certainly showed up the various colours I now had. Given the gauge, removal was no doubt going to result in a messy aftermath however after a short few minutes, everything was under control and it was now unfortunately, time to shower and head back to the real world.
For days after, the physical reminders were a delight, with the colouring taking different forms. All marks healing and disappearing then leaving the mental memories.
As always with Ms Jadis, we continued to push and push the limit in a very safe and comfortable environment. For now, I am reliving the sessions in my memories until the next time we meet.”
CBT is one of my dungeon favourites, but just a friendly reminder that a session as heavy as my pincushion describes above is a result of years of relationship building, risk management, workshopping and creating trust. If you’re keen to take up the challenge and embark upon your own Cock and Ball torture challenge, I can be contacted here.