The Humbler: First Experience
In recent months humblers have become staples of sex toy sites. Long ago there seemed only one site devoted to the humbler. The moment I saw it my mind blinked off for a moment. Reading a man recount the undulating stresses on his testicles as he crawled up stairs wearing one gave me goose bumps. It was this that began the imaginative conversion that makes testicle confinement shine show brightly in my imagination. We tried the humbler last night.
But first the vibrating cock ring. I’d always eyed these skeptically in toy catalogs. Then I read someone writing of having one left on him until the battery expired in a tease and denial scene. Pure fantasy if my experience was typical.
Better called the humming cock ring the sensation is minimal. Alexandra turning it on and off was a little startling at first. Perhaps left one for a long period, say if left alone - perhaps when she locks me in the closet - it might become annoying enough to affect the quality of my mood. Teasing it wasn’t.
I’d made a point of buying one with the largest scrotal pathway available. Even so given my girth fitting myself into the aperture was a struggle. The humbler snapped into place. You know those throwaway games the object of which is to get a little ball to fall through a hole? Mine felt as if my orientation was one of the balls and the solution was impossible.
But only for a second. Then I realized we’d put the humbler on backwards. Still I’d lost my bodily freedom to my balls.
With them visible pushed out for her use Alexandra began alternately lightly whipping and kicking my balls. The former stung but was a fantasy come true. The latter, well . . .
A man’s penis nerves are acute and special. Cock pain can be mind melting. But the nerve endings have much in common with those of the rest of the body. No female can know what a man’s testicles feel like. Even as the owner of a pair of testicles the sensations seem to emerge from some eerie alternate dimension.
Her kicks were too gentle to hurt outright. The feelings traveled down a path parallel to path. It was as if the emotion of being humbled and helpless had become physiological. Whew! Sadly, I don’t know what, there was a sharp pinched feeling, maybe a hair had become caught. Off the humbler went.
Next time the humbler will go on correctly. The mind, Jeeves, boggles.
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