Sissy phone sex anyone? I am a sissy mom. I love my job too. Nothing more rewarding than helping a sissy reach her full potential. But sissies are not the only ones I talk to or even see in my private practice. I morphed into being a sissy trainer from domination. Yes, I was a full-fledged dominatrix. I did sensual domination, still do, but I could be a total bad ass if that is what you wanted or needed. I miss it sometimes. I would flog cocks and balls. Sometimes, I even did some extreme ball busting. I love cock and ball torture. I sometimes mix CBT with sissy training. I have a new sissy who is a total pain slut. She needs the pain to get off. And guess what? I fell right back into being a total bad ass. When my sissy explained that she used to see a dominatrix and learned that ball busting is fun, I knew she was craving some ball torture. I had her gather a few things from her house like rubber bands, a spatula and some safety pins. Plus, I asked if she had any Ben Gay or something similar and cotton swabs. I bet you know where I am going with this, right? This was a phone sex call, so I had to trust that my pain slut sissy was indeed doing what I told her. We began our session with rubber bands around her tiny, worthless balls. Stopping the flow of blood is painful. Leave bands on too long and you can castrate yourself. I had him whip his balls with the spatula and then insert safety pins in his ball sack. I could hear the pain in his quivering voice. He knew I was his phone sex dominatrix and he listened to me. While his balls were tied up and sore, I had him use a cotton swab coated in Ben Gay in his pee hole. Sort of a painful sounding device. Maybe, a more painful one. He wanted a real CBT call, and he got it. This sissy mom can be a bad ass bitch. Think you can handle a session with me?