LadySonelle -> RE: Masturbation: Most dangerous techniques (10/27/2004 5:49:05 PM)
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Actually, two instances come to mind of men going to great lengths for homestyle CBT. Both were callers of Mine (I do professional phone sex) and both were into CBT. One used to whack himself regularly with a baseball bat, wrap wires around his testicles, etc. The best (worst?) instance was when he stood on a small stool (maybe five or six inches tall) and slammed his "courting tackle" In the kitchen silverware drawer! The other fellow, however, took the cake! We were talking one time and he commented that he had Mace spray. Concerned, I asked him if it was CN or CS teargas and he answered it was cayenne pepper spray. well, that's not Mace, but close enough. He asked Me if I wanted him to spray it on his dick. Knowing that cayenne pepper can blister if applied to raw skin, I demurred and told hi I didn't think it was safe, but what the Hell, it was *his* cock after all..... *spritz*..... nothing. He said "I don't feel anything" and then he got a great idea... he went and got a WD-40 straw. For those who do not know what WD-40 is, it is a universal lubricant that comes in a spray can with a small straw that can be fitted to the nozzle to direct the fluid into tight spaces. Before I could stop him (as if I could, being on the telephone) he inserted the straw into the can of pepper spray and the other end into his urethra! *SPRITZZZZ!* There was about two seconds of stunned silence (on BOTH ends of the line!) and then a bloodcurdling shriek as **CLUNKACLUNK!* the phone receiver hit the floor and the screams dwindled into the distance! I stayed on the line for a minute or ten and finally hung up when it became evident he was... er... no longer interested in continuing! The truly hysterical thing was... the guy called a week later. "How ARE you?!" I asked, "What HAPPENED?!" "Well, when the spray hit my urethra, it felt like a white hot knife had just stabbed me clear up into the bladder! I ran to the bathtub and tried to get water into it, but I had nothing that would work! I eventually had to go to the Emergency Room. Everything was swollen shut! They had to catheterise me and irrigate my bladder and everything!" "Well, I'm glad you at least called to let Me know you're OK," I said, "Thank y--" But before I could finish, he interjected "So now that I'm OK, this time I have a better straw! Let's do it again!!" I hung up on him! Lady Sonelle
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