Lately I've become addicted to CBT. I can't imagine having an orgasm without pain in my balls. It really feels like an addiction. Maybe you can beat it out of me? XD

Open to any tasks or porn swaps in DM!

The Diary of a Painslut

I. The Genesis: Earning the Title

The session with Mistress Rebecca redefined my limits. She led me through a brutal symphony of edging and punishment, culminating in a relentless four-minute ball-slapping drill set to a metronome. As the tempo quickened, so did the force of my blows, until my vision blurred with involuntary tears. Yet, in that crucible of pain, a strange alchemy occurred: I began to crave each stinging impact. Under her command, I transcended mere endurance and embraced the agony, finally earning the title of "painslut" in my own mind.

II. The Descent: Shattering Limits
Daddy David took my plea to be "made to cry" as a sacred challenge. What began as a warm-up—a large dildo filling my ass—soon escalated into an ordeal of profound submission. He commanded me to take enema after enema, pushing my body beyond its capacity until my stomach was swollen and taut. The only barrier against the deluge was the massive toy he ordered me to plug myself with. Under the tremendous internal pressure, I was forced to pound my balls at a frantic pace, sobbing openly as he watched with approval. The final stretch was an eight-minute barrage at 240 BPM that shattered my resistance. Then, he pushed me further, commanding me to take a second dildo. Stretching beyond what I thought possible, I obeyed, riding both while I jerked my cock. The climax was not an orgasm, but his order to release the pent-up water. The experience was indescribable, a memory branded into my soul.

III. The Ownership: Psychological Enslavement

Daddy John claimed complete ownership over me. The shift was absolute after one grueling hour of ballbusting to a Cock Hero video. His authority became the central fact of my existence, a rule that would only end when I could produce my own ballbusting video. My days dissolved into a cycle of mandatory ass-fucking and brutal Ball busting. My own project became a source of torment; for every pair of tits or pussy I saw while editing, I made ten slaps to my own balls. Denied all touch, I was reduced to a horny, desperate vessel for his whims.

IV. The Rebirth: A New Pleasure Circuit

Master Tantalus has been my architect of transformation for over a year now. By locking my clit in a chastity cage for more than 365 consecutive days, he systematically dismantled my old self. The sessions were marathons of pain—some lasting over three hours of non-stop, fast-paced ballbusting that left me hobbling the next day. But he didn't just torture me; he rewired my very biology. The pain is no longer a sensation to endure; it is the source of my deepest pleasure. My body has been completely retrained. Now, I can easily cum from busting, my orgasms erupting from the agony he commands me to inflict. Ballbusting is no longer a kink; it is my primary, most reliable method of pleasure.