The FanVue / Patreon subscriber portion of the blog in the 2nd half will be CBT related, but for the free portion, I feel like making an admission – that I was wrong in that there is nothing I can do to a toilet that won’t make him have and sustain a tent in his pants. You see, previously – and by previously I’m talking oh about one thousand HTT and HTS sessions where I have tried by any means possible to break those choosing to submit to me. In each instance no matter how extreme my idea was and no matter how much kicking and fussing was going on below me – I was always assured of that stiff tent pole keeping him excited and motivated through it all.
What happens in a Mistress’s mind … well in my mind anyways, as divergent as it is as much as I hate it being so, is that something like a God-complex starts to set in where I begin sitting here all night long like I’m Stephen King’s long-lost wife who’s feeding him all his twisted ideas for his books and I conjure up the next horrific thing I can do to a man to pretend to break him.
Because when one succeeds a thousand times at all manner of experiments – one begins to think of infallibility, the guy will survive it all – someway, somehow.
I think I’m telling you all that as a way to have you all excuse me for the terrible mistake I made with my last HTS human object. I was just doing what I do with not a single thought if I was being mean or overly ruthless.
Like, say your life consists of every person begging you to hoof them in the nards as you walk by them, such a life would soon become common place. See what I mean?
So this kid emails me, just a 28yo with a fetish for HTS and seeing if he can be the first to go from “just curious about HTT & HTS but never having tried it – to volunteering for his first ever experience to be the gaped, anesthetized throat feeding method – vertically stacked in my feeding contraption.
Just that experience alone has instantly broken 70% of all experienced applicants so the chances of him surviving even one or two of his intended thirty-day stay was quite slim. You’d think I’d leave it at that, right? But no, because after he survived the first feeding and the second I wanted to escalate things even higher, so he didn’t get bored.
And by bored I really mean – I wanted him to panic at a level he’s never had to deal with in his life.
Long story short – I thought it would be a good idea to have Patty sit under Boyd on the bottom bench – her dick impaling him from below – while like a baby bird his neck is stretched upward , beak open – awaiting his meal once he has sealed his lips over the food dispenser.
He screams from the pain of having a 3 inch wide and 8 inch long alien object inside of his baking oven – the anesthetic removes 90% of his ability to even make a noise – so he doesn’t even get to hear his own scream – just before his throat becomes a river of brown allowing gravity to suck my offering down into his stomach. The brain fries, he goes into overload – convulses like they all have done up to this point … we’re used to the convulsing, it used to scare us. Funny how quickly we adapt huh?
But I think what made him quit were those 15 seconds or so where my offering landed in his stomach without him being able to stop it and though that terrified him … the pain from Patty just sitting there inside of him impaling him on the spot was too much for the brain to process.
So though he survived a few days after that – the experience of that first day stuck in his mind like I’d introduced a tumorous horror movie that constantly fucked with his mind.
And now that I think about it … hmm.
You know – that’s what I want anyways, right? These are new thoughts so bear with me here as I process this on the fly. Heh, this is how I write for my FanVue , not for here , just thinking as I write.
The benefit of such a shocking intro to the month of HTS is that this will make many men quit instantly or shortly thereafter … and thus weeding out the pretenders from the contenders so to speak, which is a good thing.
And those who do survive the first 1-14 days that were so overly brutal and painful … they’ll be better conditioned to actually finish the month.
You see, my problem 26 out of 27 times now has been not testing the willpower enough of the slave applicant. This certainly will.
There, I’ve decided. I will keep the shocking intro intact into the late summer so I can acquire statistical data.
For my subscribers – I’ll soon continue the Forced Cuckold story I’d already posted, but for today since I want to get out two blog posts – I’ll just focus on CBT. So that’s what’s on tap for my Patreon and FanVue subscribers.
See you below.