Content note: mild cock and ball torture, hypnosis, explicit sexy stuff.
It’s funny how your list of limits can shift over time, as you wade deeper into the tumultuous waters of your own sexual psyche. What once seemed absolutely out of the question can start to seem intriguingly hot, sometimes gradually and sometimes all of a sudden.
I don’t quite remember when that happened for my partner with CBT (the cock and ball torture kind, not the cognitive-behavioral therapy kind or the computer-based training kind, although we fuck with those too). I assumed it would remain a non-option as it had with almost every other penis-possessing person I’ve dated – but sometime last September, on a trip to Portland, we wandered into CBT land together. At least, that’s what my sex spreadsheet tells me.