I remember it was one sunny summer day. One middle-aged Italian booked a 4-hour BDSM session with me. I met him at a boutique hotel near shanghai bund. He did strike me as being the Italian mafia sort. I ordered him to massage my feet when I was lying on my back on the bed and he was sitting next to me.
I forgot what I said to him but suddenly he locked my two skinny wrists with his bare hands. "Can you escape now?" He intoned with a wicked smile. "Of course" I replied, "Your CBT was advanced!" while I kicked his cock and balls. He immediately moved his hands to protect his ached crotch area. I believe he is fully aware who is the boss now. I tied up balls and cock with very thin strings and hold the string. I then started to fist him. If he would do another shenanigan during my fisting, you can imagine what would happen to his cock and balls!