Four Hours of CBT
I started this up on FB earlier at the beginning of a four-hour CBT session. I was giving updates on how our client and the staff was doing with a special session and thought I'd share my notes here:
12:15pm: We have a charming 70yo Southern gent in today who believes he'll be able to last three hours with Ms Vylette and a fourth hour with Vylette and Quinn together. His scene just began with airsoft pellets to the groin.
12:20pm: She (Vylette) also had the rubber band six shooter out. If you load it right, it's an 18 shooter.
1:00pm: Vylette just came into the office to find some tweezers. She's pulling out his pubes. She was grinning. We get paid for this and that is SO ossim.
1:10pm: He's from sea level. That's going to make it even more impressive if he can go the distance. And all he wants is CBT, if I remember right. BA HA HA HA HA!
Speaking of which, I should order more staples.
2:10pm: He's made it two hours so far. Not even screaming.
2:45pm: Two hours and forty-five minutes! Damn!
3:00pm: Ding! Annnnd Miss Quinn jumps into the ring with a tray of urethral sounds made of ice! And Ms Vylette is doing a corona stapling! Olé! Opa!
3:15pm: He is TOUGH!
3:20pm: Ha. Stun gun got him yelling. Still no safe word. Quinn & Vylette are merciless.
3:38pm: 22 minutes to go. He's going to have to soak his junk in an iced epsom salt bath.
3:42pm: OH dear! A staple tore out and now he's bloody but still hanging in there. I'm giving him an ice cream bar before he leaves.
I gotta go watch.
3:50pm: Lordy lord, but they have done me proud. He's a mangled, happy mess. We're sitting him down with water and ice cream and sending him out with a bag of epsom salts. What a champ! He did it! Crowd goes wild!
4:00pm: How cute! He needed a second ice cream bar!
4:10pm: I'm impressed. FOUR HOURS of CBT! Damn.
All Hail Vylette. All Hail Quinn. And especially All Hail the CBT World Champion.
In aid of Google hits: MsVylette, Pavlovia Denver, Miss Quinn
12:15pm: We have a charming 70yo Southern gent in today who believes he'll be able to last three hours with Ms Vylette and a fourth hour with Vylette and Quinn together. His scene just began with airsoft pellets to the groin.
12:20pm: She (Vylette) also had the rubber band six shooter out. If you load it right, it's an 18 shooter.
1:00pm: Vylette just came into the office to find some tweezers. She's pulling out his pubes. She was grinning. We get paid for this and that is SO ossim.
1:10pm: He's from sea level. That's going to make it even more impressive if he can go the distance. And all he wants is CBT, if I remember right. BA HA HA HA HA!
Speaking of which, I should order more staples.
2:10pm: He's made it two hours so far. Not even screaming.
2:45pm: Two hours and forty-five minutes! Damn!
3:00pm: Ding! Annnnd Miss Quinn jumps into the ring with a tray of urethral sounds made of ice! And Ms Vylette is doing a corona stapling! Olé! Opa!
3:15pm: He is TOUGH!
3:20pm: Ha. Stun gun got him yelling. Still no safe word. Quinn & Vylette are merciless.
3:38pm: 22 minutes to go. He's going to have to soak his junk in an iced epsom salt bath.
3:42pm: OH dear! A staple tore out and now he's bloody but still hanging in there. I'm giving him an ice cream bar before he leaves.
I gotta go watch.
3:50pm: Lordy lord, but they have done me proud. He's a mangled, happy mess. We're sitting him down with water and ice cream and sending him out with a bag of epsom salts. What a champ! He did it! Crowd goes wild!
4:00pm: How cute! He needed a second ice cream bar!
4:10pm: I'm impressed. FOUR HOURS of CBT! Damn.
All Hail Vylette. All Hail Quinn. And especially All Hail the CBT World Champion.
In aid of Google hits: MsVylette, Pavlovia Denver, Miss Quinn