Ms160 goes (CBT) fishing...

(for Mrs Claudia and femelle,
who both love parachute ball
stretchers as much as Ms160!)

Ms160's birthday weekend continues...

The birthday cake scene concluded with some exquisite wax play followed by my edging sol closer and closer, before finally - in honor of the day - allowing him to come. I then mentioned that the date (my birthday) was an easy one to remember, the implication being it might be some time before he came again! We then retired to bed, where sol was directed to provide me with a wonderful full body massage and oral sex, until I reached a very pleasant orgasm.

The next day we slept late, then while I took a long bath, sol vanished to the kitchen to create an exotic Thai soup for lunch. I had requested a favourite dish by David Thompson. It was absolutely scrumptious, the spices inflaming our passions further ... I definitely recommend it for inflaming yours (recipe below)!

Afterwards, curled up in bed, sol read me the story he had written as a birthday gift. By dusk (our preferred time to begin serious play) I was feeling inspired. Sol stood before me, naked but for a short sleeveless T shirt, cuffed and collared, hands behind his back, eyes lowered, chest and pubic area freshly shaved. "Time" I said, "to go fishing"...

I handed sol his black leather parachute ball stretcher, and while he put it on, I uncovered a tray of new "pervertables" acquired at diving and fishing stores a couple of weekends ago in Sydney. I selected fishing sinkers first - these were in various shapes, sizes and weights. Most were teardrop shaped, some were round. All were solid metal.

I had requested sol make wires of various lengths, plus small hooks out of a wire coat hanger, which were connected to the sinkers in a manner that each could be added or detracted individually, or together as a group. However, as this was our first scene with these new toys, I needed to establish their limits...

First I added several teardrop shaped sinkers to the bottom of the parachute, then the round balls ... by the time I had added the amount of weights you can see in these photos, I definitely had sol's complete attention.

He was leaning forward, hands on knees. When I requested he move a little to the left for the photo, he moved far too quickly and the weights swung to the side and sol groaned - he said later it felt like "your balls are being ripped out of your body. One at a time". Having anticipated this, I laughed.

I played with various sinkers for about 15 minutes, admiring the pretty effect of their differing shapes and length of attachment wires, something I had thought would look aesthetically pleasing. Oh and of course their effect on sol, lol.

After a while I carefully began removing them - it was time to try our other new "pervertable": diving weights...

As these had no holes for attachments, I had instructed sol earlier to wrap them in "bondage" cord. Now I picked up the first two (one and two pounds in weight) and threaded sol's wire hooks through the top of the cord, then attached the hooks to the parachute ... the result was a great deal of amusement for me, and more knee bending and yowling for sol.

A little later, I decided sol needed a little stretching himself, after all this CBT induced hunching over, so I attached his cuffs to overhead clips, in a manner that I could reach both front and back with my instruments of choice...

I left a two pound diving weight in place. As we were still celebrating my birthday I draped scarlet and gold present wrappings over his cock, teasing him about how silly he looked, then (as I didn't want him to feel bored) I rolled up his T shirt and began to add brightly colored medium sized pegs, which have a vicious nip.

I started just above his nipples, working down both sides of his chest and belly, pinching a small piece of skin into place for each peg, making both lines of pegs meet just above his overly decorated cock and balls. Sol told me later the pegs "kind of burned, and were quite sharp, although not as bad as the very tiny pegs" that I use on him.

Just in case the parachute, diving weight and 50 or so fiendish pegs were not enough, I increased his discomfort by adding Japanese clover clamps directly onto his nipples. Sol describes the sensation of clover clamps as "two bright white lights amongst a set of candles ... no, like a sparkler". So aware he could only last a few minutes now, I set to work quickly....

I selected one of the lovely new canes we have just acquired (new post about them shortly) and came around and stood in front of sol. I ran the cane and my other hand over sol's body, the rattan and my fingertips rattling the top of the long line of pegs. My fingers grasped the diving weight and lifted, and sol gasped as the pressure of the weight on his balls momentarily was relieved. I caught the connecting chain of the clover clamps with the cane, pulling it taut at the same time I slowly dropped the diving weight...

When sol was able to refocus I whispered "how old am I?" in his ear, my body pressing against his, skin on skin. He gasped out my age. "I want you to count my age out with each stroke". "Yes Ma'am". I moved behind him and struck across his cheeks HARD...

He lost count twice, but otherwise did well. The two new canes performed very nicely indeed: straight, well balanced, perfect lengths. Sol's cuts were nicely defined. He described the thinner one later as possessing "a nice balance between sting and thud" while the bigger one unusually "still has some sting".

After about twenty strokes, I moved back to sol's front, dropping my right hand to the diving weight - only this time, rather than take the weight I actually increased it, pulling the weight towards the ground. Sol groaned again, and if he'd not been tied in place, would literally have fallen to his knees. He said later the sensation was "like the pain when the fishing sinkers swung from side to side, but now it felt like BOTH balls were being ripped out at the same time" plus of course the "parachute also adds a squeeze" - it was all so intense that "at this point I basically couldn't even feel the clover clamps".

I soon fixed that, via a quick pull on their connecting chain, and his attention returned to his brutally clamped nipples. Then I began the final series of of cane strikes...

His ass was beautifully marked afterwards, as was his chest and belly when I removed those lethal pegs (whose sensation had moved to being "very sharp burns").

Finally - eye to eye - I removed both clover clamps simultaneously, watching his eyes closely while he experienced a sensation "just so intense it's hard to describe, it takes up your entire attention ... which all comes flooding back again when Mistress presses hard on the nipples to drive the blood back".

I remember that sol counts my once pressing hard on his nipples after clamps while kissing him deeply, as one of his "all time erotic moments". However I enjoy looking in his eyes during this moment of agony / ecstasy far too much, so he must wait a while for a repeat of that experience!

I released him and took him back to bed...

"Sweet dreams", I said later, as I kissed him goodnight and clipped his wrist cuffs together, "you'll need all your strength for what I have in mind for our last day tomorrow..."

(Photos: Ms160)

David Thompson's Hot and Sour Soup of Shredded Chicken and Lemongrass

(for serious passion and to inspire Mistresses to do evil things)

SUBS: U WILL NEED:

4 cups of chicken stock
pinch of salt
pinch of palm sugar
2 stalks lemongrass, trimmed
3 red shallots, peeled
2 kaffir lime leaves, torn
200g skineless chicken breast or thigh fillets
3 tablespoons lime juice
3 tablespoons fish sauce
4 bird's eye chillies, bruised
3 tablespoons finely sliced lemongrass
2 tablespoons finely sliced red shallots
5 kaffir lime leaves, finely shredded
1 tablespoon coriander leaves

Bring stock to the boil and season with salt and sugar. Add galangal, whole lemongrass and shallots and torn lime leaves, Simmer for a few minutes, add chicken and simmer until cooked - about 5 minutes. Remove, cool slightly and then coarsely shred. Strain stock, discarding the aromatics, and return to the boil. In a serving bowl, combine lime juice, fish sauce and chilies. Add chicken and pour over the boiling stock. Stir in sliced lemongrass and shallots and shredded lime leaves. Check the seasoning: it should taste equally hot, sour and salty. Serve sprinkled with coriander.

Serve to your Mistress immediately...

(Many thanks: David Thompson Thai Food)