Femdom CBT and Tickling Man with Balls in Humbler

I had always been fascinated by the power I held over my boyfriend’s most sensitive parts. His cock and balls were like putty in my hands, responding to my touch and teasing with equal parts pleasure and pain. And there was nothing that turned me on more than seeing him squirm and moan under my control.

One day, I stumbled upon a device that promised to enhance my dominance over his manhood even further – the humbler. It was a simple contraption, a wooden bar with two holes on either end, designed to fit around his balls and keep them firmly pulled towards his anus. It was like a leash for his balls, keeping them in check and amplifying the sensations they experienced.

I couldn’t wait to try it out on him.

I convinced him to let me tie him up, telling him it was all part of a new game I wanted to play. He eagerly agreed, not knowing what I had in store for him.

Once he was securely restrained, I brought out the humbler and showed it to him. He was initially hesitant, but I could see the excitement in his eyes. He knew I was going to push him to his limits, and that was exactly what he wanted.

I placed the humbler around his balls, making sure it was snug but not too tight. I wanted to give him just enough discomfort to heighten his pleasure, but not enough to cause any real harm. And then I began to tease him.

I ran my fingers along the smooth wood, tracing the outline of his balls and making them tingle with anticipation. He let out a small gasp, and I knew he was already feeling the effects of the device.

I slowly moved my hand up and down the humbler, causing his balls to sway back and forth. He moaned and closed his eyes, giving in to the sensations. I could see his cock starting to twitch, and I knew he was enjoying the feeling of being under my control.

But I wasn’t done yet.

My fingers lightly danced across his balls, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. I continued to explore his sensitive areas, tracing down towards his perineum. As soon as my fingers made contact with the spot between his balls and anus, he let out a loud moan and his body stiffened. I could see the mixture of pleasure and pain on his face, a delightful sight to witness as I continued to tease him mercilessly with my skilled fingers.

I continued to alternate between tickling and lightly scratching his balls, always making sure to include his perineum in my ministrations. With each touch, his cock grew bigger and harder, and his balls swelled in the device. I could tell he was close to the edge, but I wanted to draw it out a little longer.

I leaned in closer to him, my lips just inches away from his ear. “Do you like that?” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

He could only nod and moan in response, his eyes pleading for more.

I smiled and took his cock in my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. He let out a loud gasp, and I knew he was on the brink of orgasm. But I didn’t want to give him that release just yet.

Instead, I reached for a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to his sensitive peaks. He cried out in pain and pleasure, his body writhing under my touch. I could see his cock throbbing, desperate for release.

But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.

I reached for a small vibrator and pressed it against his perineum, the vibrations coursing through his body and sending him into a frenzy. I could tell he was on the verge of begging for release, and that’s exactly what I wanted.

“Please… please, let me come,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need.

I smiled and released the clamps, causing a new wave of pain to course through him. But this time, it was coupled with the intense pleasure of the vibrator against his perineum. His body convulsed as he came, his cock exploding with release while his balls were still held tightly in the humbler.

I watched with satisfaction as he rode the waves of pleasure and pain, his body pulsing and his chest heaving. And then I released him from his restraints, allowing him to collapse onto the bed.

I crawled up next to him, running my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“You were so good for me,” I purred, my lips brushing against his ear.

He could only nod, still lost in the blissful haze of his orgasm.

I leaned in and kissed him deeply, tasting the mingling flavors of pleasure and pain on his lips.

“I think we’ll have to make this a regular part of our playtime,” I whispered, a mischievous gleam in my eye.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, but I could tell he was just as excited about the prospect as I was. After all, there was nothing quite like the pleasure and pain of his humble balls.