Her final touch was to use the fastener that came with the bandage to secure it to itself, being careful to make sure the hooks didn’t pierce the folds of the bandage.
“What a nice package that makes, don’t you think so, boy?”
Bob tried to see what she was doing, but his hard cock was in the way. “Yes, Mistress.”
Now Nora rubbed the brush over the shiny skin of Bob’s bound balls. Bob twitched and jerked at the intense sensations. She was careful not to apply too much pressure, but it still made Bob wince and jerk with every stroke.
As she looked at her handiwork, she noticed a few drops of precum emerging from the head of Bob’s cock.
BANDAGE BONDAGE
Using the elastic bandage is a simple skill, and if you have ever bandaged a wrist or ankle, it’s pretty much the same thing. Again, maintain communication with your partner and avoid making the wraps too tight. You want to constrain the scrotum, not cut off all blood flow. Also be careful with the metal clip that is used to fasten the bandage, making sure there are sufficient layers of elastic between the teeth of the clip and the skin of your partner’s balls. When bound properly, the skin of the scrotum will be stretched and the testes will be cradled in a nice neat wrap, looking like an inverted ice cream cone with two scoops of ice cream.
“Well, since you have been so good, I have another surprise for you,” Nora said. Reaching into the drawer, she produced a handful of clothespins. As soon as Bob saw these he stiffened and whimpered, but his cock stood even more rigid than before.
Nora stroked his erect dick and felt along the underside for some loose skin. Even erect, most men have a certain amount of skin that can be used for CBT, and Bob was no exception. She gently pinched the skin on the underside of his shaft, careful not to pinch the urethra, the conduit that carries both urine and sperm through the penis. She pulled some of the skin away from the shaft, and at the base near his balls she attached a clothespin.
Bob whimpered again but said nothing. Taking this as a signal that he was still in the game, Nora continued to add clothespin after clothespin, working her way up the shaft until she came to the head.
Bob was breathing heavily now in short gasps, so Nora asked the question, “Do you like pleasing me this way, boy?”
Trembling Bob replied, “Yes, Mistress, but I’m not sure how much more I can take.” Then he added, “Mistress.”
“Don’t worry, boy, that’s all we are going to use for now.” She moved closer to him and kissed his chest, running her tongue over his nipples and tracing a circle around his navel. She took her time, letting the clothespins do their work for a while.
CLIPS, CLAMPS, AND OTHER THINGS THAT PINCH
You can use clothespins as well as clips for snack chip bags, hair clips, and just about anything that pinches to create unique sensations. I suggest testing clips on the skin between your thumb and forefinger if you are experimenting. If you can’t endure the sensation there, your partner certainly won’t be able to endure them on his private parts.
While different types of clamps can produce different sensations, generally when you clamp a section of the flesh of the penis, the body has both a physical and a chemical reaction. The nerve receptors in the skin sense the pain of the clothespins and signal to your brain there is distress. Your brain reacts, as good brains should, by sending out impulses generating adrenaline. This quickens your heart rate, preparing the body for possible danger, even though you know you’re in safe hands. You may feel yourself breathing more quickly or your voice may quaver.
Additionally, the brain signals the body to produce some natural opiates to relieve the pain. It usually takes longer for these to respond, so the painful sensations persist for a while.
The clothespins also cut off some circulation to the nerve receptors in your skin, and after a few minutes the receptors go numb and the pain sensation subsides, leaving you possibly still quivering but able to tolerate the sensations of the clothespins. The Top should continue to check in with his or her partner to make sure that the sensations are not simply painful but also erotic. As a rule of thumb, don’t leave the clips on more than 10 minutes for starters. Long periods of compression can cause nerve damage, and though it is rare, again, I urge caution. Perhaps surprisingly, once the sensation of pain has numbed, leaving the clips on longer has little effect.
When clamps or clothespins are removed, the blood rushes back into the skin and reawakens the nerve receptors; the receptors fire off their distress message to the brain with renewed vigor, and the bottom usually experiences intense pain.
Nora looked at the row of clothespins and couldn’t resist toying with them. This action made Bob jump as new sensations delivered their messages to his brain.
Nora caressed his hard cock and leaned down to lick the head. She looked up at Bob, who trembled more than before. The sight of her luscious lips nibbling at his dick and the new sensations of pain and pleasure were working to make this a memorable night.
Nora took the head of his cock into her mouth, careful not to disturb the pins. She used her tongue to stimulate the underside of his head, right where she had used the cruel toothbrush just minutes before. She figured he deserved a little reward for being so obedient, and besides, she loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth.
While she lovingly sucked the head of his cock, she used her fingers to flick the clothespins. Her long nails scraping against the row of pins sent flashes of pain through Bob’s cock. She waited a bit and then did it again, each time making Bob twitch and squirm. His moaning was intoxicating to her, knowing she was giving him a wonderfully twisted delight of pain and pleasure together.
Removing her mouth from his head, she lifted his dick almost up to his belly, the clothespins protruding toward her face. This time, as she looked up at him, she had a slightly evil grin. She opened her mouth and, using her teeth, delicately took the uppermost clothespin in her mouth.
The sensation was like white-hot lead coursing through his body. Bob grimaced. “Motherfucker,” he said, almost dropping the rope.
“Motherfucker, who?” Nora demanded.
“Motherfucker, Mistress?”
“Much better, boy,” she said, chuckling as she approached the next pin. Each one she removed with care so as not to damage the delicate skin of Bob’s penis. Each one brought a new invective from Bob, followed by a polite “Mistress,” right up to the last one.
“Mercy, Mistress,” Bob panted, feeling as if he could take no more.
“Unfortunately,” Nora said, “that clothespin has to come off and it’s going to hurt, so why don’t I let you take it off?”
Bob thought for a moment and then closed his eyes tight. “No, Mistress, go ahead.”
“Go ahead, what?” she questioned. “Have you forgotten your manners?”
“Please, Mistress, take it off.”
She smiled and bent down, taking the final pin between her teeth. She slowly squeezed the pin, releasing the tension and letting the last bit of skin pull free.