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My first stab at CBT was memorable. One night, I was out and about downtown with friends. We spent the night attempting to get into random clubs and bars because we are all under 21. After finessing the bouncer and getting into a club, this guy came up to me and told me how beautiful he thought I was.


I was wearing a short little black dress that barely covered my ass and, and sexy strappy black pointed toe heels. Fresh face. Red lips. He introduced himself as rob. A hot, older gent. 45. Tall. Blond and gray hair. He told me about how he was newly single and how he liked to have fun, but not in a conventional manner.


My curiosity piqued, so I asked him to elaborate. Rob told me that he was into CBT. I giggled because I had no idea what it meant. And then he told me that CBT was short for cock and ball torture. I didn’t know that anyone would actually like something like that. I mean, every time I kicked my big brother in the nuts, he would cry and I’d get in trouble.

CBT is not for every man.

He told me that he would do anything to have me go back to his place and bust his nalls. I figured he was joking, so I told him to get me to go he’d have to pay me $1,000. That was when he put ten crisp $100 bills on the counter and walked away. Cock and ball torture it is! I told my BFF that I’d be going with Rob and we put GPS on our phones just in case things went left. He wanted hardcore CBT.


We get to Rob’s massive penthouse, and he immediately drops his pants and lies on the wood floor in front of me.


“What do we do?” I ask.


“Kick me as hard as you can,” he replies. Having played soccer for six years, I’m ready. Rob lifts his balls and points between them. I swing my foot back, and Bam! Cock and ball torture 101 has begun! He immediately turns red. I stifle a fear-filled laugh before he catches his breath and says, “Again!” CBT is for me.


I kick and stomp Rob’s cock and nuts with my shoes- heels and all-until I’m tired. It felt exhilarating to be to bust balls. I swear, with each stomp, Edged close to orgasm. Rob crawls to his wallet and hands me another $500 for being a good girl. I leave before he asks for my number. Who wants CBT round two?