Chained Testicles

I have big balls. Judging from the responses of my male lovers this could be considered boasting. (How many women care about testicle size has probably been neglected by social scientists.) But it is just a biological truth.

Larger than average genitalia is a real hindrance to finding bondage devices that fit.

Take last night’s experience with the Humbler.

We tried it long ago but had so much trouble getting it on that we gave up. Recently, knowing how excited I was by it, Alexandra asked me a few times if I’d like her to try putting the Humbler back on me. That I kept demurring proves what a fragile state I’ve been in of late.

Knowing I was being foolish I assented instantly when she made the offer last night.

This time - with the aid of moisturizer - it went on easily.

You know those photographs in the toy catalogs of the Humbler snug against the back of the man’s thighs keeping him firmly on his knees? That wasn’t the scene in our house. Our Humbler just dangled loosely and uselessly. Admittedly I was aroused so my scrotal sac was probably at maximum expansion.

Damn. A fantasy of years standing shot dead. (Though we may try using something like lots of bondage tape above the testes to make it hold tight.)

Next we tried femelle’s suggestion.

Alexandra put on the ankle cuffs and genital leash. Then linked them with chain. Ah, success. My testicles were lightly tugged at when I crawled. I’d long dreamt of this.

Her labor gave Alexandra an appetite so she went to reheat some noodles. The microwave went out. Still locked in my new portable prison I crawled to the dining room to see if I could fix things.

Judging by the erection test that Mistress 160 often employs I was in slavish heaven. It was impossible to properly express my gratitude to Alexandra: I was living and old and cherished fantasy.

My joints didn’t allow me to stay locked up for long. Though I hope she will enjoy making me helpless this way often.

(A core corporal punishment fantasy has always been to have it snug enough that when my body moves in response to a blow there’s a light jerk on my balls.)

Later Alexandra led me on a nice walk in the back yard. Then I licked her boots: a special pair with lots of buckles. And I just knelt there in the yard at her side basking in the happiness she’d created for me that evening.