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Every time he looked online, Drew found himself drawn to it. He wasn't sure why. Maybe because it suggested submission in such a strong way. Maybe because it emphasized the vulnerability he felt about his genitals. Not being big enough, masculine enough. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny he wanted it. But he couldn't order it online because he had no private place for it to be sent. He shared a room with someone and so a package like that was too risky. He'd driven to the only adult store nearby and it had nothing like that. So he was left to look at online images of it, wanting it. Then on a lark, he decided to look at one of the online classified websites. He sold stuff that way before and bought his dresser when he moved. He really didn't think they'd sell adult items, and even if they did, the chances of finding the one he wanted was slim to none. Still he looked. He brought up the site and typed adult toys. They did post them, so he typed the general description for his item. It took only a few seconds and to his total surprise and elation, there was one listed. The site didn't allow photos of adult items only text. Still it read like what he wanted. The seller didn't list a phone number, only an email. Drew hesitated momentarily, then sent an inquiry whether the item was still available. Being late at night, he didn't expect a response. He actually reasoned it was probably long gone. So he went on to bed, deciding to check tomorrow after he returned from classes. The day was his longest one, two labs and three lectures. So he didn't get back to nearly 5. He heated up some soup, and went to check his social accounts. Trent, his roommate was already out with his friends. They weren't really close, only sharing the apartment because neither could afford it on their own. They'd hang out occasionally but more often than not, go their own ways. Drew scanned his pages, nothing. He almost didn't check it, as the only emails he ever got were from school or online bills, no one his age communicated that way. He scanned his new email. Most were junk, one from school about registration schedules for next semester, and a bill. Then he saw it. A response from the seller. Drew scanned the message rapidly and was thrilled the item was available. Just contact them about when he wanted to look at it. He responded immediately, suggesting he could come by on Wednesday at 1. If that wouldn't work, he was also free any time after 9 on Thursday. He didn't expect a quick reply but checked again before going to bed. There was a reply, saying that would work and an address to come to. Drew was a bit leery of the whole thing, worried about some scam or maybe even a rip off or robbery. He checked out the address and was surprised, well really stunned. The street address was in a very nice neighborhood, nothing sleazy or even scary. Heck, he'd be the one who looked out of place there, as he didn't come from an upper class family, who'd live in a place like this. Seeing the house on maps, made him decide to go for it. By Wednesday, he had the twenty in cash and since his last class ended right before noon, grabbed some fast food on the way there. Even though it was a good neighborhood, he was still anxious about buying it. But he was stoked too. He pulled up in front of the big brick house a few minutes before one. This was a new subdivision, so mostly brick or stucco houses, landscaped lots with manicured lawns, but few big trees. This one looked nice with a couple of flower beds in front. There were two kid's bikes along the driveway, a small two wheeler and one of this big wheel type trikes. He could also see a playset in the backyard. He still found it hard to believe someone who lived here had one of this and stranger yet, was selling it. Drew made his way to the front door and knocked, pretty nervous. He glanced around but really didn't even see anyone nearby. Only a woman walking a dog, way down the street. Drew turned back toward the door, when he heard it open. He had hoped the guy would be nice or at least approachable. I mean this was the kinkiest thing he'd ever bought, so he just wanted to get it and get out. His pulse was racing and he had to take a deep breath. When the door opened, he was caught totally off guard and didn't say anything, at first, just stared. Standing there wasn't a man, but a woman. A typical suburban wife type, probably in her early 30s at the oldest. He could imagine she belonged to the PTA and went to her kid's soccer games. She was average height, and had medium length, wavy brown hair, with a cute face. Her oval glasses rested on a small button like nose, her rich brown eyes staring at him. She had a pear shaped body, wide hips, narrowing down at the waist with a small bust. She was dressed casually, skinny Capri leggings and a loose tunic top. She just stared at him, as if expecting him to say something, then finally spoke up. "Can I help you with something?" It sounded like she wasn't expecting anyone to come by and then it hit him. This wasn't a real buy, but a scam. A setup to send someone to a stranger's house to ask about a sex toy. He'd fallen for the prank. His face began to flush and he started to turn away. "Are you here about the item on Sell-net, the online classifieds?" Drew's embarrassment was quickly replace with a nervous energy. I mean, at least it was real but he hadn't prepared himself mentally to talk with a woman about it. I mean, it was going to be bad enough with a man. Bur a suburban mom, torture. He took another deep breath to steady himself. "Yes, I was supposed to be here at one. I'm Drew." He immediately mentally cursed his stupidity. Why tell her your name? But she seemed pleased, and smiled. Opening the door wider, to invite him in. "Hi, I'm Megan. Come on it. I appreciate you being on time. This worked out just right, as my kids won't be home from school for a few hours. One of the few windows I'm not busy. So I take it you're still interested. Right?" "Definitely. I mean, from the description it was what I was looking for. But can I see it first? I have cash." Drew knew he sounded sort of scared, talking fast and his sentences kind of in a jumble. He still hadn't adjusted to the idea of a mom selling this thing. But she continued to smile. "Good, I was hoping to get rid of it. I mean, I've been clearing out some of his things. My husband's toys, well I guess now it's my ex-husband. Sort of spring cleaning, in a way. So if you want it I'll be glad to let it go. I know the site won't allow photos, so if you want to see it, we can go take a look." "Yes, please." "It's really a top of the line model, all the extras. If you've wanted one, I'm sure you've seen the prices for a new one. Twenty is actually cheap, but I figured it was used so didn't ask much. I did fully clean it, disinfectant wipes and all. But truthfully, he never used it much. Turned out not to be his thing. So if you want to see it, follow me. I keep that stuff upstairs, in my bedroom. Wouldn't want the kids finding it." Megan turned and started toward the stairs to the side of the foyer. Drew was a bit reluctant to go further into the house, but understood why she normally kept it hidden. Her explanation about it being her husband and it being her ex- now, also made sense. So he followed, glancing around. He could see all the trappings of a normal, well-off home. Nice furnishings, decorated well and a sort of lived in but still new feel about the house. At the top of the stairs she turned and went through a door on the left. Turned out to be what Drew assumed was the master suite. Large room with a bath on the right and a door which looked to be a walk-in closet. Megan opened that door and went in, leaving him standing there. Like the rest of the house, the room was nicely decorated, centered around a large, four poster bed, piled with pillows and a padded bench along the foot board. A big screen TV on the wall and a vanity area with an arm chair in the corner. They must be pretty well off and he assumed she'd gotten her fair share in the divorce. Megan emerged from the closet carrying something wrapped in brown paper. She put the package down on the bed and opened it. Inside was the item Drew had wanted. A curved black wooden piece held together by two screws, tightening knobs on each screw. This version also had a built-in lock, two cuffs attached by metal clips, and ports for electrical connections. It was called a humbler. A gray metal box, with a meter on front, two electrical leads and a plug-in cord sat next to it. The humbler was designed to fit tight against the back of a man's thighs, the center curved to go between them. It had an opening in the center, a small narrow slit. That was designed so his testicles could be pulled by stretching the scrotum backwards. Once in positon the screws could be tightened to trap his testicles on the other side of the wooden bar. In that position, there would be a tight stretch on the scrotum. So tight that a man would be unable to stand upright. In most cases he could only kneel or rest on all fours to avoid painful pressure on his testicles. The aim was to humble a man by taking advantage of his most sensitive area. In such a position he had no recourse but to obey or take whatever punishment meted out by the person who put him into the humbler. Just looking at it, made Drew tremble. Again, he wasn't sure why this peaked his interest. But he only knew it did. The accessories, the cuffs, lock, and electrical apparatus were secondary to him. He mainly wanted the main wooden section. When Megan had told him she only wanted twenty dollars, he knew it was a bargain. A plain model cost forty new and with all of these it would be over a hundred. He knew right away, at first glance, he would buy it. He started to speak when Megan picked up the wooden humbler, she unlocked the cuffs putting them back on the bed next to the metal box. She turned toward him, holding it, to face him. "Is this what you wanted?" "Yes, I'll take it." "Not so fast. I have to make sure it will fit." "What? No, it will be okay. I have the cash." Megan had begun to unscrew the knobs to separate it into two pieces. With the knobs off, she turned the key and unlocked it. Spreading it open, she looked at him. "Do you want it or not? If you do, then we'll do it my way. Or you can leave without it." She smiled at him again, a softer look than the way her words sounded. "Listen Drew, I've had seen lots of naked men, including my ex- and my fair share of penises. So I won't be shocked at seeing you. I've also had three babies, with my legs spread open on a table with a dozen people staring at my vagina. You get over it pretty quickly. So if you want to buy this, slip off your shoes, take off your pants and underwear and get up on the bench. We found that having my ex- kneel there, leaning forward on the bed was the easiest way to put it on." Drew looked at her again, still nervous. But having got this far, he wasn't about to give it up. He told himself she was right. Even a good suburban mom had likely had enough sex before marriage that this was no big deal. Kicking off his loafers, he unzipped his pants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, grabbing both the jeans and pale blue panties inside. His goal was to slip them both off and hide the fact that he was wearing girl's underwear from her. Drew managed to get them both off, in one move, and put them on the floor with the panty hidden inside his pants. Drew was blushing furiously now, but he got up on the padded bench. Leaning forward, he looked over his shoulder at Megan. She'd moved behind him with the humbler and was getting in position. She was still smiling. "That's it. Just extend your arms on the bed and lean forward at the waist. Spread your legs a little more too, so I can get this in between your thighs." Drew felt the cool wood pressed against his thighs as she put the humbler in position. Although he was expecting her touch, feeling her hand grab his balls was a shock. She wrapped her fingers around them, gently, and pulled back. As she did, he had to rotate his pelvis back as well, as her actions were stretching his sack. It was only moments until he felt her positioning the top part of the device, lining up the screws until she was able to push it into place. At that point, she released his nuts, leaving them stretched out but trapped. The narrow slit between the two halves was big enough so that his scrotum wasn't pinched but not big enough to allow the testicles to get through. The pressure from being stretched wasn't painful, but noticeable. He could feel her screwing down the knobs on each screw, until the two pieces were firmly in place. Then a soft click of her locking them together. At that point, she lightly ran her hand down his leg, smooth and hairless. It brought goosebumps up as her touch was light and almost tickled. Then she came around to sit on the bed where Drew could see her. "How's that feel? Not too tight, I hope. It seemed like you were loose enough down there to properly positon your testicles so that they were beyond the opening and not being pinched. For some men, they are so tight there, that you can't really put them in a device like the humbler. At least from what my husband told me. He fit nicely in this as well. Of course, the humbler really shows its effectiveness when you try to move or stand. The idea is to keep a man on his knees, sort of humbled, and kept in position to show respect. That's true of any design, but this one offers additional options. Let's try out the cuffs." Megan began to unbuckle the leather cuffs that lay on the bed. She talked as she did so, saying they could be used to connect the humbler to your ankles. With that option, the man would be unable to move at all, and it forced him to stretch his scrotum more. She confessed it wasn't useful in her opinion unless you wanted to leave him alone and trapped. She not set up her husband that way more than once. The other option was to put the cuffs on the man's wrists. Megan began to do so, as she talked. Drew, already anxious at being in such a vulnerable positon really began to get nervous. "I can take your word for it about the cuffs. Since we know it fits, I'm ready to buy. Then I can get out of your hair and let you go on with your day. I didn't want to be a bother." Drew hoped he sounded calm, and was less concerned about taking up Megan's time than the fact that he was severely immobilized. He knew with the humbler locked in positon, he was trapped. She just smiled and continued putting on the cuffs. Then as if he'd said nothing, she moved each arm back so she could attach the clip to the eye ring on each side of the humbler. With his arms back, hands immobilized, his chin rested on the soft bed. Her task finished, Megan moved back to sit on the bed where Drew could see her. "This is the position I preferred to put my husband in when we played with the humbler. It kept his arms out of the way. At first we thought you'd need locks rather than clips to keep him that way. But it turns out, he was unable to move his hands and free the clip. So that was enough. Why don't you try it yourself?" Drew could feel his heart racing. Something about having his arms immobilized was scarier than having his balls trapped. He moved his hand in the cuff, reaching the fingers toward the clip that held the cuff in place. Then he stretched toward the knurled knob on top of one of the screws. He couldn't reach either. His head had been twisted toward the left, as he worked to free himself, pivoted back toward Megan after he failed. Drew could see she was still smiling, looking both pleased and comfortable. Neither condition he currently enjoyed. "See quite snug. I mean it is sort of a moot point, since this humbler has a lock. Even if you could free your hands, you'd still be secure. But I like this a lot better. Is this what you had in mind when you wanted a humbler for your own? Did you imagine your girlfriend, or maybe boyfriend, being in my position?" Drew was getting aggravated now, worried at what he had allowed himself to get into and just wanted it over. He didn't want to answer any questions. But Megan remained silent, waiting. Not getting an answer, he saw her pick up the metal box and the electrical leads. She moved behind him, out of his sight. He could hear her movements and then felt her plug the leads into the connectors on the humbler, placed on either side of the narrow slit where my scrotum was stretched out. She came back in view, holding the metal box and sat down so Drew could see her again. "My ex- thought this would be a nice option, something that might spice up his time in the humbler. But he soon found out he didn't like it. Not at all. See?" Drew suddenly felt a sharp jolt, sting him with pain and his body jerked in reaction. He let out a sharp sound as the pain caught him off-guard. Megan just looked, smiling. "It's effective isn't it? Just like the humbler itself, takes complete control from the man and gives it whomever he chooses. That loss of control, total loss, was what it turned out my husband didn't like about it. He thought it would be a game, something to spice up our sex life and minimized how drastically it could change a power dynamic. I guess that was one reason I really liked it though. I mean he wasn't a bad husband, just a typical man. His mom spoiled him and he thought his wife should do all the housework, cook his meals, do his laundry, while he spent his free time on the golf course, or with his friends. Or eventually screwing his secretary. Putting him in the humbler, arms secured, and using the little electrical persuader got that confession out of him. By then, I was addicted to making the humbler a regular part of our routine. It helped me show him why he should be responsible for some the housework, do more with the kids, and just be a better husband all around. But he couldn't take it and left. Of course, he paid a price, mostly financially. And of course, he had no interest in taking this with him. He wasn't going to show it to his na?ve young secretary. She was better off, for him, if she was unaware of how it changes things." Another jolt, totally unexpected, as it only took a small move of her finger to turn the dial. Drew felt it as much in his balls and cock as anywhere, both twitching after it was over. She looked at him again, expectantly. He knew not to waste any more time. "I was interested in it, because it did suggest a level of control. But unfortunately, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment and I'm not attracted to men. I just felt drawn to it." "That wasn't hard was it? Just answer my questions honestly, and I won't need this box at all. To be truthful, I only used it on my ex- when he was bad or made me mad. I really preferred just having him trussed up and vulnerable. You know for some old fashioned discipline. Did you think about getting spanked or whipped when you were imagining being in this?" Drew thought about not answering and then saw the box again. He reluctantly told her yes. He'd imagined that too. Her smile told him that was a good answer. She got up and unplugged the leads from the humbler. She also leaned over him. "Why don't we get you off the bench, so you can see how well it works? Just wiggle your knees backward, slowly, and I'll help you to the floor." Drew slowly began to slide his knees backward, but with every move the humbler tugged on his balls. Finally, with Megan steading him, he made the final move so his feet touched the ground. He immediately felt a sharp tug on his balls, the sack stretching and the pull extending to the front of his pelvis. He couldn't remain kneeling but had to move forward. Megan supported him, as his face rested on the floor. The degree of immobility and vulnerability of being trapped in the humbler was far more than he expected and he understood, now, the origin of its name. He lay prone on the floor, his chin resting on the carpet, his knees spread by the wooden device and arms useless by his sides. His positon put both his ass and balls in an exposed, upward position. Most prominent in his view were Megan's simple ballet flats, as she moved in front of him. He watched her walk to a floor length mirror, and tilt it so he could see his reflection. Being able to see how exposed he really was sent a chill through him, but excited him as well. He'd imagined being put in a humbler, but this exceeded his expectation, both good and bad. Megan came back to stand by him. "How's that? Can you see yourself okay? My ex- hated that. Once he saw, really saw, how this simple device took all his power away and made him available to me, he tried to tell me he wasn't interested in using it anymore. I would have gone along with him, but by then I knew he was screwing around on me with his secretary. Personally, this is my favorite moment. It was the same with you, the look on your face when you saw yourself, is such a rush. Of course, a close second is actually taking advantage of how this exposed position is prime for spanking and teasing. Teasing like this," Megan reached down, and grabbed Drew's balls, shaking and tugging them lightly. Then she rolled them softly in her fingers. He'd never had a woman do that to him before. He'd had sex with coeds in college, but it had mostly been late at night after drinking or partying. His focus had been on getting his dick into her pussy and getting his nut off. Using her for his desires. Usually it was over quickly, as he'd not last long and hadn't been concerned about their pleasure. This felt so different. Like he was the plaything, but it was a rush, just one he'd never experienced before. He watched Megan walk toward the closet and disappear from his view. In a few moments she came back out, carrying some things. Sinister things. "These are a few more of my ex-'s toys. He really liked to buy things, but often found the result was more than he bargained for. We've got a paddle, which gives you a nice spanking and is the most gentle. The crop, which is more painful and can leave visible marks longer. The flogger has lots of small whips making it easy to cover your whole target. The last is the bat, a kind of crop. It is something he got for me to use on his nuts. We did. Once. I guess he didn't realize how sensitive they can be when they are trussed up and exposed like yours are. So do you have a preference?" Drew had to swallow, a sort of reminder that this was real. He'd dreamed of being spanked by a woman. Usually his temptresses were coeds he saw at school, not a mom, still he was excited. He really wanted to feel the flogger but it would likely be too much. He decided to be safe than sorry. "I guess the paddle. I mean, I've never done this before. I was never spanked at home. My parents thought it was an inappropriate punishment for a child." Megan laughed. "Good for them. I agree. Although for a naughty man, it is just right. Tell you what, I'll use the paddle on you, just enough to give you a taste. That way you can tell if you really want the humbler or not. I mean you can use it to immobilize someone, but it's really perfect for discipline. My only rule is keep it quiet, you can bury your mouth in the carpet if needed." Drew's heart was racing as he watched Megan pick up the paddle and move behind him. She rubbed over one cheek then the other, before spanking each one five times. The sound rang out and they stung. Far more than he thought they would. By the third one, he did bury his mouth in the carpet to muffle his squeals. When she paused, he thought it was over. Instead Megan moved closer, and wrapped her hands around his exposed nuts, pulling and rolling them over in her hand. Then she proceeded to spank each cheek five more times. Now his ass was on fire, and a cherry red. At some point during his spanking he started to get an erection but the way his sack was stretched out and the pressure she was putting on his balls, kept him from becoming fully hard. Still he was so excited. Drew almost jumped when she ran her hand down the back of his thigh. Then, he saw her come around and stand in front of him again. She was flushed too, her face a light pink but she was smiling. "How was that? As good as you dreamed it would be? I confess I missed it. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed doing this to my ex-. He may have been a dog, but I liked indulging his kinks." She put the paddle down and Drew was half-afraid, and half-desirous that she'd pick up another one. Rather she turned and looked at him again. He realized she'd asked him a question .He wasn't sure how to answer but decided on honesty. "It hurt. Stung a lot. More than I thought and certainly more than in my fantasies. But it was also better than I had expected it to be. My ass is on fire, but I feel alive. Thank you." Drew must have caught her off-guard with that last comment, as she smiled again. Turning back she looked him over but made no move to release him. She sat on the edge of the bed. "I see your legs are silky smooth, totally hairless. So do you wear stockings or pantyhose, or both?" Despite all that he had exposed to her, this caught him off-guard the most and he panicked. He'd never admitted his desires in this area and was even more ashamed of them than anything else. Drew looked up at Megan, as much as he could in his current situation and faked a surprised look. "I don't wear either. I keep my legs smooth for biking. I know I like kinky things but I'm not into that." The look on Megan's face switched instantly from amused to stern, almost angry. She got up off the bed and moved past him and out of his view. He could hear her and knew she was coming back. Pivoting into view, she held a pair of baby-blue panties in her hand, the front outline with a lace panel. Without saying a word, she dropped them. Right in front of his nose and then went to the bed, picking up the metal box and continued toward where the connections were on the humbler. Drew realized, quickly, his last secret was exposed and took the only counter move he could make. "Pantyhose. I wear pantyhose. Okay? Sorry." The last two words were said softly, almost pleadingly. It was as if he knew better than to ask her not to use the electrodes to shock him, but to admit he made a mistake with his first answer. Megan went ahead and plugged in the leads and carrying the box, moved to where he could see her. Her face still showed more displeasure. "I'm giving you one more chance, don't lie to me again. So why just pantyhose? Stockings can look so sexy and you have long shapely legs." Drew gritted his teeth for a moment, afraid the question might be followed by a shock, but also because he had decided to just tell her the truth, all of it. "I'd love to but I share a place with another guy and don't really have the space for many feminine clothes. I have two panties, this one and one in pink. I have a pair of pantyhose and a bra. I'd love to try more, but I really don't have many options. If I hadn't been so intrigued by the humbler, I'd never pursued that either. My plan was to keep it in my car trunk." "So no high heels, no garter belts, mini-skirts, or lace nighties? No wig or makeup? Nothing to embrace the shy girl that lives inside you? That's a shame. Plus keeping this in your car? That sounds like you will rarely use it if at all. That's a waste. Well I guess that makes my decision easier. I won't sell it to you." Drew was shocked and angry at this turn of events. He forced himself up, moving his head off the floor, so he could look Megan in the eyes. That also stretched his balls, reinforcing how restrictive the humbler's grip on him was. But he persevered, he needed this. "That's not fair. Why won't you sell it to me? I mean I did what you wanted." Megan smiled, and paused. She loved seeing him plead, especially since he'd moved to put himself in some pain to do it. That told her he wanted it as much as she did. This was all unexpected but wonderful. "I won't sell it to you. But I will let you put it on lay-a-way. If you're willing to work to earn it, then the humbler can be yours. You see my ex- got it for his kinks, but I found it exciting. More so than he did. After he left, I assumed my interest in it was because he liked it. Sort of adopting something to please him. But now, having seen you in it, I can be honest. I love having a man at my mercy like this. Rolling your balls in my hand while I spanked you, is just too good to give up. And I have a desire, a kink, I didn't get to try out with him. Once I had played these games with him, I wanted to try something else. I bought some things for him. To wear. But his indiscretions ruined all of my plans. So if you want to get the humbler then you'll do these for me. "You see I have a brand new outfit. A cute little dress. It's low cut, and has a very short skirt, with petticoats underneath. Black with white lace trim and a matching apron and hair band in white lace. I have all the accessories too. A push-up bra, garter belt, black seamed stockings, and a panty with cute ruffles across the butt. A pretty blonde wig and big, realistic breast forms. You see I wanted him to be my maid, my sissy maid. I was tired of him playing golf, poker, or drinking with his buddies instead of helping me with chores and spending time with his children. But he ran out on us. Of course, because I had a good lawyer, I now have the house, guaranteed child support and a very generous alimony. But I'd still like a cute maid to do my housework. "So this is my offer. If you want the humbler, I expect to see you tomorrow after nine like you said. I think my outfit will fit you well enough as you are remarkably similar in size to my ex-. You'll do the chores for me, serve me, and do just as I say. If you're good then before I send you home, I'll put you into the humbler again and let you try out some of my other little toys. If that sounds acceptable to you, then I'll play with those cute balls again, while I spank you ten more times before I send you on your way. How does that sound?" It took but a moment for Drew to comprehend what Megan was offering. He relaxed and resumed his face down position in the carpet. The pressure released from his balls. "Okay, Ms. Megan. I'll accept your offer. Also I'm sorry I protested your decision. I need to learn to obey without question or delay. To signify my commitment to your proposal, I would understand if you wanted to use the box to remind me never to disobey again." Megan smiled. This was turning out far differently than she'd imagined when she put the sex toy up for sale in the classifieds. She'd wanted to flush that part of her life away. Actually doing so was much more difficult, as once she saw it again. More so, once she saw the gleam in this young mans' eyes, she knew there was a better option. She flicked the switch on the gray metal box once, and then again. Drew twitched, moaning softly. But when it stopped, she watched him rotate his pelvis so both his ass and the balls trapped by the humbler was as available as he could make them. She also saw the small hard-on that confirmed he wanted more. Inside she congratulated herself on choosing to advertise in the classified. Coincidentally, Drew was doing the same, glad he'd taken the time to check them out too.