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Harry and the Humbler, a tale of cuckolding and revenge.
It was easy enough for her to let her put it on me. She just told me she had a surprise for me and to strip and get on my hands and knees. Over the years I’ve spent many an hour with my balls tied tightly, and many times have felt that probing tip of a plug being slowly pushed into my ass, only to be followed by increasing pressure and then relief as I closed in again around the narrow band.
In other words, 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 did you get this?” I asked.
“Well, let me tell you a story,” she began, slowly walking around in front of me, “I saw some stuff online that suddenly got me interested in controlling your balls. Actually, “ She turned around sharply and looked down at me, “it made me more interested in cutting them off!”
“Huh?” was my lame reply.
She paced over to the dresser and lifted a stack of papers up and held them up next to her face. “I think this should clear things up, honey. Oh no, don’t stand up, let me bring them to you.” Her tone had turned icy. I suddenly felt very helpless in my current predicament on my hands and knees.
She strode past me, to head back to the bathroom behind us, dropping the stack of papers a few feet in front of me as she walked, not even looking at me as she did it.
I gingerly crawled forward to see what she was talking about. Oh my, was I in for a surprise! The top page was an email I had written to a girl I’d met on Craigs List a few months back detailing how hot I thought a particular encounter was. I was also in for a very painful surprise, as I reflexively tried to stand and turn around to explain. The pain from was explosive as my scrotum was cruelly yanked by the unwielding humbler and the “BUT” that was coming out of my mouth turned into an “ARRRRRR” and I rolled over on my side in pain, and pulled my knees in the fetal position.
“I don’t want to hear your lame explanations!” I heard from behind me. Suddenly a ball of leather and metal landed in front of my face from out of the sky. “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 around her neck. Suddenly my scrotum and balls were on FIRE! This made me straighten my legs out instinctively and pull the humbler out. 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 in to 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.”
Beaten, and not really seeing the harm, I examined the straps and figured the scheme out pretty quickly. The ring went in my mouth, holding it quite wide open, and a strap went behind my head and one went under my chin. In a few minutes it was on and I found I could sort of speak, but not well.
“Now, finish your reading, honey.” She said in much sweeter voice. “But one word and I hit the 2 button. Got it?”
I nodded and got back on my hands and knees. There were about 20 pages of emails with 4 different girls I had hooked up with on Craigs List over the last several months. I thought at the time she must have guessed my password, but found out later I had just left it open on the office computer. Cheaters can’t afford to be careless.
Somewhere around the 3rd girl, I felt her come up behind me and fiddle with my gag straps. Each one was pulled a notch tighter and then the distinctive, tinny, click of a padlock could be heard.
The last page was different, though. At the bottom was a print out of an ad on CL. I was confused at first but even though I had already had a sinking feeling, it now sunk even lower…
“Bull wanted for Cuckold couple - wm4m – 38 (Seattle)
Attractive couple seeking a bull to pleasure the wife while the hubby watches. This is big turn on for both of them, as he likes to play the pathetic wimp while a real man shows his wife a good time. We are both 38, she is 5’4’ 120# with nice tits and loves to suck cock. If you are bi and want to use him too, that is negotiable..”
It went on with some other details, but I put two and two together. A “humph?” came out of ring as with perfect timing the doorbell rang.
“Oh, that will be Tony!” She said sweetly. Then her tone dropped again “He’s my revenge, you cheating little prick.”
Again I tried to lunge for her, but that fucking humbler! Arrrgh!
She looked down at me with a twisted smile and then turned and slowly walked out of the room, making sure I got a good look at the back of her heels and stockings and her thong clad ass.
I can’t describe the feeling of watching my wife look me in the eye as she was getting plowed from behind by Tony. She had arranged me on my hands and knees on the floor facing the bed and made sure she and Tony could look at me while he fucked her. I assume they had arranged the script because he kept yelling at me how great it was to fuck my wife and how she needed a real man. She just smiled at me and held the remote control in her hand. Then suddenly, her eyes got big, an expression I knew well, and she went over the edge into a pummeling orgasm, and he roared as he went over the edge and they both still looked me in the eye as they came, forever, it seemed.
“Oh, do you like that, wimpy boy?” Tony laughed, noticing my hard on. The control and the sex had gotten worked me up.
“Answer the man!” she said, fingering the control.
“Mmmph” came out of the ring.
“Too bad pussies like you don’t get any!” Tony said, still laughing as he pulled out of my wife and stood up. “But, you can get a good taste of what pussy is like.” Without hesitating, his still hard cock, dripping with both of their fluids was thrust into my ring. “Clean it bitch!” she hissed at me.
Next he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to the bed where she was now laying on her back, her legs hanging over the side. “Finish your job, cucky!” and rammed my face into her cum dripping pussy and held it there as my tongue probed out of the ring gag. She had thought her revenge out quite well!
Later as I still sat on my hands and knees, still humbled, still hard as a rock, and still tasting the salty sweetness of her revenge behind my ring, I watched her dry off after her shower. She hummed to herself as she put another pair of stockings on and returned my look of confusion as she put her heels on again with a coy smile.
She didn’t speak at all until the doorbell rang again. She leaned down and whispered ever so sweetly into my ear “That will be Barry, and he IS bi.”
Over her shoulder, as she breezed out of the room, she up the remote. “Then Eric at 9, and Peter at 10:30. He seemed to REALLY like your picture…” was what I heard as the fire around my balls hit again.
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