Truly Humble Slut (Resolutions, Day 93)

I got all dressed up and all the way out the door this morning, ready to go to work, before I decided that actually I’d rather keep working from home for the time being. We’re done with the forced WFH/office split anyway now, so it doesn’t really matter that next week was supposed to be my week in the office, but I think actually I’ll take that week staying at home, too. I’m, like, certain that it’s a perfectly safe place to be, but with my visit to the family coming up for Easter, I’d rather take every precaution I can and not risk it if I don’t have to. Once I come back I’ll probably be in the office again – frankly at this point I’m less concerned about me getting it myself, and more that I don’t bring it with me to visit my sister.


In sexier news, though, Mistress tried out the humbler on me last night! I hadn’t even taken it out of the box yet – it didn’t feel right to play around with it without her, especially considering it was her idea – so it definitely took some getting used to. You’re probably familiar with the idea, either from your own kinky experience or me talking about it here, but – it’s essentially these two wooden pieces, shaped to fit together with a little gap in between, with a bolt at each end keeping them together. Each bolt also has a knob you can turn to loosen them in order to get them apart, or tighten them once they’re, uh, “in place”.

The basic idea – and forgive me for the TMI, but you knew what you were in for when you came here – is that you get on your hands and knees, and separate the two pieces, then put them so your scrotum is passing through the gap, with your balls stuck on the other side. Then you just put the bolts back in place, get the knobs back on, tighten them up, and presto! One semi-immobilised slut – at the very least, one that’s not going anywhere in a hurry. It fits quite nicely up against my ass, and basically makes it so that I can’t stand up straight or even really move particularly well at all, not without some rather unpleasant discomfort.

Having tried it, I can safely say it’s pretty good fun! I don’t think it was designed with a single-person / long-distance arrangement in mind, though – it’s really rather tricky getting it on by myself, although admittedly also being in chastity didn’t really help in that regard. There was certainly a little pain of the unintended, pinching, “uh oh something rather sensitive is caught somewhere and the controls to make it stop are about as awkwardly placed as they can be” kind – but on the whole I like it! For something so small I’m really surprised at how well it actually does restrain you – even if you’re six-and-a-half feet of slut, you’re still going nowhere until your Mistress wants you to.

And if she wants to keep you there, stuck in place on your hands and knees, there’s not much you can really do about it. I had Mistress’s collar on too, of course – so in a hypothetical scenario where I was, say, in her dungeon, my head could also be pretty easily locked in place, staring straight ahead. Maybe I’d see her pass by, back and forth, all sorts of different implements in her hands, a wicked grin on her face. Perhaps I’d see a crowd of her friends in front of me, pointing, giggling, talking amongst themselves. Or maybe I just wouldn’t see anything at all – just the wall in front of me. But behind me, though. The sounds of straps being tightened. The sudden sting of a slap against my ass. The slightly cold feeling of a lube-covered dildo, pressing insistently against a tight little hole. And the knowledge that I’m about to get well and truly fucked – and there’s no escaping.


That’d be nice, don’t you think? I think it would. Thanks for reading.

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