When you’re in The Humbler, there’s not much you can do when the cane hits your balls. What a picture!
Look at those swollen balls about to be smacked hard. And once they’re smacked the poor slave will arch his back in pain. And when he arches his back, it’ll straighten, and when it straightens, it pushes his balls tighter only doubling the original blow from his Mistress. The perfect circle.
Rohosub writes about his caning punishment while wearing The Humbler:
When I came home from work on Thursday my wife told me I was in for a severe discipline session when the kids had gone to bed. WWhen the house finally was quiet she told me to go to the bathroom and undress. While I was brushing my teeth she came into the bathroom with our Humbler, her new canes and the camera. She usually uses the Humbler when caning me because it makes it almost impossible for me to move and every time she lands a hard stroke on my bum, my natural reaction is to try to straighten my body thus giving my own balls a hard painful yank…
There’s a picture, too.
A woman writes about her man’s experience of The Humbler:
Look closely at the photos below. That wooden device you see clinging to the back of Trip’s thighs is called the Humbler. For obvious reasons, it is designed to humble a man by securing his balls behind him, stretching them taut, while making it nearly impossible for the wearer to straighten his legs completely. Of course a boy will be tempted to try, but it’s not long before he bends back over again to alleviate the pressure.
I began by putting the Humbler onto Trip and locking it in place. I worked slowly, tightening, tightening. Then I put him in English replica prison manacles, so he could move about with limited freedom, and discover what effect the Humbler had over curious restless boys. He tried standing for a while, but that didn’t last. He tried lying down on the ground, but that became difficult. He began to fidget, constantly readjusting himself to find small moments of relief. It wasn’t long before he got on his knees to minimize the pulling and squeezing his own movements created…
From Humbler Now by firsttimer, another story about life in The Humbler:
She gave a evil little girlish giggle walking behind him looking at his big heavy manly balls trapped between the humbler. She liked him in this position. The very things that gave him his strength and power as a man were the very things that now held him helpless in front of his 110 pound wife Linda. He complied with her wishes whatever they were, and tonight it was him down on all fours in the living room with his balls stretched back through a humbler.
He tested the humblers grip on his testicles. It was useless. He crawled to the coffee table,trying to lift his upper body to standing, only to retreat back down in pain from his balls being stretched out. He realized he was rendered completely helpless by his own balls, so he quietly waited on all fours…
There’s quite a fan fiction for The Humbler over here at the Squeezed Nuts blog:
Sue was standing directly behind Avery. She reached forward between his legs, grabbed his balls and yanked them backwards. Avery howled in agony as Sue continued to pull them, and Ms Meeks slammed The Humbler together and latched it with Avery on one side of the Humbler and his balls on the other side.
The Humbler was stretched across the back of his thighs. His scrotum went through the hole. The hole had a recess on the back side and Avery’s balls fitted nicely in the recess, proudly on display and readily accessible. The pull on his balls was so severe that he brought his knees almost up to his chin. He immediately fell to his knees, with his forehead on the floor and his backside and balls up high.
He started to scream to be released but Sue grabbed his balls and told him to shut up or she would spank his balls. Immediate silence from Avery. Sue swatted his balls and told him to be humble. She swatted them a couple more times and Avery howled in agony and said “Sue, I’ll be humble!” She swatted his balls again and said “What’s with this Sue business, to you I am Ms Dale and don’t you forget it” as she delivered another swat. Avery started mumbling “Ms Dale, Ms Dale, Ms Dale” with his forehead on the floor and his naked balls and backside straight up in the air. It looked so ridiculous that all the women started laughing.
From ErosBlog, used with permission:
Are you sadly deficient in dungeon space? Does your bedroom lack thirty extra square feet in which to erect a permanent five-foot wooden bulwark that’s bolted down with iron strapping? Well, you’re in luck! Because these days, there’s a handy portable equivalent called The Humbler. It’s a bulwark in a box — just snap it around the balls and behind the thighs and you’re in business. Complete with bonus electrodes for (shudder) double bonus fun.
At this point I’d normally be talking about the miracle of technology and how great it is that everything gets smaller over time. Unfortunately I’m still distracted by the faint voice in my head that’s still screaming “Aaiieee, not the BALLS!”
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Or so says the domina Miss Fortunes, who tried out a zapper paddle brought in by her client:
So last week BondageBoy brought me a bug zapper that looks like a tiny tennis racket. I tried it out on myself: Holy shit Batman, that shit HURTS. No control over the frequency, it just hurts. So I decided to wrap BB in shrink wrap and wrapped his cock in athletic tape so just the top of the head of his dick was exposed…