Put In The Humbler By An Angry Wife
Remember, boys: if you cheat on your wife, maybe you shouldn’t let her put The Humbler on you!
My wife ordering me to strip and get on my hands and knees was not something new in our relationship. It hadn’t happened for a long time, to be sure, and I couldn’t even remember the last time she had put on heels and lingerie for a session like she had today. I felt a real thrill and anticipated a fun, kinky, Saturday afternoon as I felt her pull sharply on my balls.
But instead of the familiar tug of rope or twine, as I expected, I felt my balls being pulled through a hole and then suddenly a squeeze around my scrotum. Then I heard the distinct click of a lock, and my sentence was served. Just like that, with a simple request and a $100 worth of wood around my balls, the dainty soccer mom had put me, the big bad man of the house under complete control. I didn’t know it yet, but I’d been investigated, tried, and convicted and had just been arrested.
I looked down between my legs to see what mischief she was up to and saw that I had been locked in a humbler. I’d seen pictures on the internet, but was genuinely surprised to see the wooden clamp around my scrotum with extensions behind my thighs. The device pulled my balls back and stretched between my thighs and any attempt to straighten my legs would make it pull even harder. My cock instantly got hard, though. I loved the rare times she just took control, and the surprise was a huge turn on!
When you’re busted, you’re busted. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s totally busted. And his wife got the deluxe model Humbler with the electrodes, ohshit:
“I don’t want to hear your lame explanations!” I heard from behind me. Suddenly a wad of leather and metal landed in front of my face. “Put this on, now!”
It turned out to be ring gag, with quite a large ring in it. I was confused, and looked back up at her. I turned my head just in time to see her pushing a button on a remote control. Suddenly my scrotum and balls were on FIRE! This made me straighten my legs out instinctively and pull the humbler out painfully. Again I screamed and pulled my knees up to my chest. I looked back up at her with and saw her holding up a little box on a chain to show me.
“There’s some electrodes built into your new little toy. I think it works like one of those no-bark dog collars. Anyway, that was 1. See, there’s a 2 and a 3, as well. Either way, this is the last time I’m going to tell you something twice. Put. That. On.
From Harry And The Humbler.