Real Stories - January/February 2009

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In the bedroom she told me to strip down while she pulled out a box, one that I knew the contents of the instant I saw it. It was the ball torture devise I made for Claire's use on me. This closes around the base of my balls, and provides an anchor base for a top plate to crush them as she sees fit. Usually after she has them about the thickness of a slice of bread, she raps on the plate adding to my misery.

Deb asked if I'd show that or something else she had bought just for this weekend. Taking my chances I opted for what she'd bought. And it was a complete mistake. She had me get on my knees, head to the floor and hands behind my head. I was not to look up until it was time to leave the room.

I felt a tug on my balls and something behind my legs. She said "this is called the Humbler Deluxe and in a minute, you'll see why." Did I ever. She put the final piece on and started a crushing experience that is beyond words. Then I had to crawl out to do the show. Crawl was about all I could do and carefully at that. The girls circled around me and took turns knocking on the bottom of the humbler that felt like a hammer on my balls.

After about 20 minutes of that, we went back to the room to take it off. After standing gingerly upright, she tossed me some pantyhose连裤袜 — sheer tights from waist to feet and a nightey to put on, then told me to go to the living room and show them what I'm made of.