Queening, with a little CBT for spice....

We had a great afternoon's play on the weekend. It was a lovely warm day, early summer. Time for some queening stool and CBT games on our new bed platform.

I stripped off the bed to the bottom sheet and placed the queening stool at the end of the bed:


I placed sol face up on the bed, his head in the queening stool, his legs towards the pillows.

(haven't encountered our queening stool before?
Read about it's construction here
and another scene here).

Sol was wearing his leather cuffs, a black and pin bra, his DIVA dog collar and an English cock cage. Once he was in position on the bed he attached the ring in the cock cage to the heavy chain hanging over the bed, then positioned his head inside the stool.

The moment he was comfortable I readjusted the cock cage ring to a higher attachment point on the chain. Sol's groin strained upwards. You can see how much in the photo below:


Yes, that photo is around the right way, sol's lying flat on the bed with his knees up in agony. Such a pretty sight! To take his mind of his genitals I then sat on the queening stool and read out loud one of my favorite Pat Calafia short stories.

Facing away from sol meant his attentions were focused on my asshole. By the end of that story I was not only very wet (an area of course sol can't reach, although he can certainly feel and smell me) but had a VERY clean ass...


This was very enjoyable, but I now needed more attention elsewhere...

I carefully rose off the stool and opened it, allowing sol's head to rest flat on the mattress. His cock was still straining wonderfully as I removed the stool from the bed. I stood on top of sol facing his feat, then crouched down, my thighs on either side of his face, positioning my pussy over his face. He immediately started lapping.

"Excuse me", says Ms160, "I don't recall telling you you could do anything other than lie there". The tongue vanished. "Sorry Mistress". I moved sol's bra upwards to reveal his nipples, then attached Japanese clover clamps.

He gave a yowl. "NOW you can put your tongue out" I said, wiggling on his face. Then I leaned forward and grasped the end of the chain attached to his cock. "How's that feel?". He groaned. I ran my fingernails over his tight swollen balls.


Still holding the chain with one hand and picking up the chain connecting the clover clamps with my other hand, I began rattling each chain.

"Did I tell you you could use your lips?", I asked sol. Splutter ... mutter. "Well put them away then, tongue only and keep it still so that I can move at my own pleasure, not yours... here's your punishment" and without warning I unclipped both clover clamps.

Serious noises in response...


When he'd finished groaning I rubbed my fingertips into his nipples to get to blood flowing. Always a good trick, that, just when they think the nipple torture can't get any worse....

His cock was hard and straining, veins bulging along the surface. I grinned and leaned forward to his cock and balls and began lapping at his cock. He moaned. "You can use your lips now", I said. Then I moved my own tongue to his balls and began to lick them with a soft flat wet tongue. More moaning and yowls. "Please Mistress, please ... can I come?"

"No", says Mistress, and not only removes her tongue but lifts one leg over his body so I'm now lying beside him. I smiled at him. "That cock's looking a bit dire". "Yes, Ma'am, it's about an 8 (out of 10, pain wise)". "Oh, is that all, well you can stay suspended a bit longer". "Yes, Ma'am".

I positioned myself over his face again. He immediately started licking me. "I'm sure we've already had this conversation...". "Sorry, Mistress". I wiggle over his face for a bit, grinding my cunt against his lips and nose while examining my target: his cock and balls. Those sounds he made before were awfully good. I lean forward again and lick each ball. "You can use your tongue now but ONLY your tongue". "Mmmmmrthff", followed by groans... he thinks this is bad, wait until I do the next thing, thinks Ms160.

I then take each ball into my mouth in turn, gently pulling my mouth back as I do so, so as to add to the pressure on them. I do it again. And again. And again. They are both so tight it feels like sucking on lollipops. Serious groans. And actual cries and muffled moans.

"Can I come, Mistress". I sigh deeply as if displeased, and remove my hands and mouth from his body for a moment ...

And then return them, my hands running up his straining shaft. More groans.


"Gee", says Ms160, "you don't sound like you're enjoying yourself!". "Oh Mistress please can I come?". "Say please". "Please .... MMFFRRUFMMF!".

"Tell me how much you want to come". "PLEASE?!"

"You don't sound like you mean it" ... "PLEASE PLEASE??!!"

"Say it like you mean it". "PLEASE?!""

I keep masturbating him hard. "Oh please, please" I murmured, imitating him, "please may you come" and then I sigh dramatically and relent and says "you may". And he does. Copiously, LOL.

After I released his poor cock and balls it was my turn for an orgasm, and very enjoyable it was, too!

PS: I took a rather good one minute video of the best parts of this scene. I'll try and load it later in the week. Sol's noises come across wonderfully *evil grin*

(Photos: Ms160)