Caught Wanking- Punished with CBT

Slave Jeffs Story of being caught wanking and the punishment he had to go through for failing his Mistress

I had been waiting outside the punishment room for the last 45 minutes. I was stark naked and cold, but I knew better than to complain. I was already in enough trouble.

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My Mistress had walked in on me this morning with my hand round my cock, wanking myself silly, and she was NOT amused. She had slapped me and told me to go and get started on my chores and that she would deal with me later. I meekly complied, and I had been dreading all day the moment when she said it was time.

As I scurried past her with an armful of washing, she stood in front of me and stopped me in my tracks.

“Be outside the punishment room at 5pm sharp. Be naked”

I timidly replied, “Yes, Mistress,” and carried on with my chores. I watched the clock all day, and it seemed to race towards five o’clock at breakneck speed. At five prompt, I was waiting with my nose to the wall and my hands behind my back as I had been trained. I could hear her in the room moving around, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor with every step she took, but she did not tell me to enter.

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Five fifteen came and went. Five thirty. Nothing. I was shaking with the cold by now. Was THIS my punishment? To be left naked and cold for hours? Could I be THAT lucky to get off so easy? Then I heard her short, sharp voice enter. My hopes dashed, I entered the room and stood on the marker painted in the middle of the floor. That red bottom is now ready to be used. Learn more on the anal cams training page

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The punishment room is an intimidating chamber. With dull red walls, a dark oak wood floor, high ceilings and no window, it is already daunting and terrifying. There is a spanking bench in the corner, a rack, a standing-only cage, a kneeling cage, a queening stool, a toilet box, a large St Andrews cross and on a pedestal at the far end is the throne upon which Mistress sits.

The wall is adorned with canes, whips, chains, shackles, clamps and almost any torture device you can think of. I have had the misfortune to use every device and feel the pain from every implement in this room many times, and I was dreading what was coming.

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She stood staring at me for ages but it was probably only a few minutes. Her eyes bore me, and her full lips were pursed in a sneer. She was still seething. I squirmed and shifted uncomfortably. I wanted this to be over with. Finally, she spoke.

“Well?” she said through gritted teeth. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry Mistress. I woke with an erection and I couldn’t help myself. I was so horny”
“You think that’s a good enough reason to masturbate without permission?”
“No Mistress”
“So you agree you need punished?”
“Yes Mistress”
“That’s the first correct thing you’ve said for days idiot. Now get over here, get on your knees and kiss my boots. Start at the bottom”

I hurried over and dropped to my knees, and began planting kisses on her boots. She was wearing black thigh-high leather boots with a silver 4-inch sharp heel. I kissed the sole, the heel, all over the foot and gently began making my way up to the top. My body quivered as I neared her thighs. I could feel the heat from her body and her eyes on me. I was careful not to touch her skin as I kissed the top of her boot.

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Do the other one as well you fucking moron” She hissed” I don’t have all day to sit here waiting on you”

I quickly shifted to her other leg and repeated the task of kissing gently up to her thighs. This was just a warm-up for her. To prepare herself for whatever she had in store for me to punish me. Lifting her left leg, she put her foot to the side of my head and pushed me away. I fell to the floor in a heap but quickly got back up to the kneeling position. She stood up and stared at me. She was an intimidating woman, standing at 6 feet with her heels on and a powerful muscular, but slim frame.


She was wearing a low cut, a tight black leather dress that showed off her ample cleavage, and her jet-black hair was scraped back in a high ponytail. She stepped down from the throne and turned away from me. Her long, shapely legs were slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, she hitched her skirt up to expose her ass and leaned forward slightly so it was protruding inches from my face. She had on a black thong that exposed her rump.

“Kiss. Once peck each cheek and repeat”

I leaned forward and began kissing her rump. I planted kisses on each cheek as she stood silently. I was so engrossed in my ass-kissing task, I didn’t even see it coming.
I flew to the side with the force of her hand on my face as she slapped me. Hard. I saw stars and was dazed. My cheek stung, and my head pounded. She grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet. I was dragged over the bondage table. You can read all about the sissy story of my cam show and see what happens to me.

“Lie down. Face up. HURRY UP”

She was pissed. I lay down, and she yanked first my left arm, then my right and secured them above my head. They were secured with shackles that were bolted to the table. Then she grabbed my leg and pulled it off the table, and secured it with a cuff on my ankle that clipped into a ring bolted to the floor. She did this with my other leg.

I was now tightly and securely strapped to the table, unable to move. My arms were outstretched above my head, and my legs were spread and tied to the floor.

What was most terrifying, however, was the fact my cock and balls were now helplessly exposed. Open and vulnerable to anything that she did to me. I was sweating like crazy, and I thought my heart would burst from my chest.

I heard the click of her heels as she walked over to the wall and then returned. She was standing at my head. I stared straight up at the ceiling, not at her. I didn’t want to piss her off any more than I had done already. Without warning, she put one knee to my left and the other to the right.

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She hoisted herself onto the table and shifted forward. She was kneeling on the table and straddling me, facing my feet. Her gorgeous ass was directly above my head. Without even allowing me to catch a breath, she plonked herself down, putting her full weight onto my face. I struggled to breathe, but I knew better than to move my body. I was enclosed in darkness, and with her calves at my ears and her silky smooth skin, I could barely hear anything. Then I felt it.
A cane stroke battered off my exposed balls. I instinctively groaned and tried to shut my legs to protect my poor nuts, but the ankle cuffs held firm.
Blow after blow rained down on my balls.  The pain was intense, and I felt the sickness in my stomach. She was using her full force and all her strength. I was yelling and screaming in agony, but her ass cheeks muffled my cries over my face. I thought I was going to pass out.
I was struggling and fighting against my restraints. I began to wonder if it would ever end.
My balls were on fire, and the pain was the worst anyone had ever felt; I was sure of it. Blow after blow, strike after strike; she battered my nuts with a vengeance.
Finally, she stopped. I sagged,  thankful for the respite.
I yelled in pain as she delivered one more blow for good measure. She got up off my face and the table. She undid my bonds, and I straight away put my hands to my testicles as I got off the table. I was drenched in sweat, and I felt sick to the pit of my stomach. I thought my balls were going to fall off. She was standing with her hands on her hips, staring at me. She didn’t care about the pain I was in. I got to my knees and put my hands behind my back.

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“Well. Have you learned your lesson bitch?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Was that punishment enough? Will you be masturbating without permission again?”
Masturbating? I doubted id ever even be able to get HARD again!
“No Mistress. I promise”
“Good. Now get up and get in to the standing cage”

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I hobbled over, barely able to stand or walk with the aching in my nuts. She shoved me inside the cage and shut the door. I heard the padlock click as she snapped it shut, and I was trapped.

“You can spend the rest of the night in there slave. It’ll give you time to think about what you’ve done and how your going to make it up to me for your indiscretions.

I might let you out before I go to bed or I might just leave you in there all night. I havn’t made up my mind yet. You’ll just have to wait and see”

She walked over to the door and paused as she went to exit. Her hand on the light switch, she turned to me.
“Good bye”

She flicked the switch and closed the door. I was plunged into darkness. The only sound was of her boots clicking as she went upstairs. Eventually, it stopped. I was alone in the dark and quiet with just my thoughts and aching balls for the company.

I had learned my lesson. I would never wank without permission again, that much I knew.

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