I resurrected one of my former slaves – “nuts” – nicknamed due to his love of having his nuts tortured and kicked. Advice to Mistresses: When low on slaves for real-time sessions, recycle! Chances are that a submissive is feeling wistful pangs of nostalgia for his former Mistress as much as his Mistress is feeling hunger pangs for his money!

My lust for busting “nuts” busted out of my sadistic tendencies having been squelched because my primary slave fatfuck could no longer tolerate ballkicking or CBT due to recent major surgery.

So I met up with nuts yesterday afternoon. I have long reserved every other Wednesday afternoon for slave fatfuck; now nuts is taking my alternate Wednesday time slot. Nuts also likes to take me to dinner chez some expensive restaurant. Unfortunately, he’s a masochist who doesn’t generally like public humiliation, which is one of my fetish forte`s. Nuts will now tolerate me sticking my heel into his crotch and digging it in at the restaurant table, but that’s about as far as I can go with him in public.

While nuts has realized in order to keep me happy as his Mistress that he needs to concede and submit to something kinky as far as public play and humiliation, Mistress and slave often dance around the issue of who’s really topping who (or is it “whom”, fuck grammar!). Is the slave always trying to top from the bottom? Is any Femdom financial arrangement essentially an arrangement where the slave is topping from the bottom? This philosophical quandary bothers me.

Enough philosophy, back to “nuts”. It was a college girl who introduced nuts to Flip-Flop CBT. She had lost her temper with him during a session and used a flip-flop on his cock and balls as a paddle. Their S&M relationship fizzled. But my recycling attempt just happened to be timed perfectly. Since then, he craves a wicked ‘n’ wild smacking by my flip-flops in addition to high heel torture and ballkicking. The sound of my flip-flops making contact with his pathetic balls is especially awesome and I have to admit, turns me on.

I got so excited after yesterday afternoon’s session, I almost told him to lick my pussy, but I didn’t, because I felt he didn’t deserve access to such perfection, even though it would have come with a price. So I called my bff Nicole and she and I went at it with tongues and toys for a few hours.

I asked Nicole if punishing her slaves made her horny. She reported that fucking over slave idiot and slave kweer do not make her horny, but their money makes her horny, humiliating them in public is a power trip and power makes her horny. And essentially this was what I was feeling. It wasn’t that the actual CBT and ballkicking session that made me horny, it was the money, the control, the power.