Custom-Built Humbler Crawl
“Men are inferior. Do what you want with them. Make them work. Make them scream.”
Ms. Wednesday is concise and cruel. She openly calls herself a ‘man-abusing woman.’ A true Femdomosopher, she asserts women’s right to torment men.
“Men deserve to suffer. Men are garbage. Punish them to make them work harder. Feel bad? Kick a man. You’ll smile at his squeals. Honest men know their inferiority and give thanks for pain.”
Men who brag they have no limits soon learn better. After a weekend with Ms. Wednesday they start believing in safewords.
To serve her, a man must sign a TPE contract. Minimum duration: a week.
Before the end of their first day, some men want to revoke the agreement. Ms. Wednesday’s only response is to make them regret their words.
A serious student of cruelty, Ms. Wednesday knows many forgotten and obscure methods for making men suffer. She enjoys tricking men into hurting themselves. Her predicament bondage games always bring tears.
Among her repertoire of Femdom BDSM practices, she loves CBT the most.
Every man experiences the Humbler Crawl.
When Ms. Wednesday talks of a custom-built humbler, men picture a fancy device. But it is only two pieces of wood, a hinge and lock. She fits the length of the lumber to each male’s measurements.
The Humbler Crawl begins shortly after breakfast. Only Ms. Wednesday eats. Hunger is part of the man’s motivation. No food until after completion of the crawl.
She lives on the edge of town. Her plot covers acres. The backyard is vast.
She takes the man to the far edge. Special shackles lock him to the humbler’s attachment points. He must crawl to the backdoor.
Movement is difficult. Almost impossible. Motions tug and yank his scrotal sac. Quickly he begins weeping and whimpering. Ms. Wednesday enjoys the sounds of male misery. But she is inside her home.
Whining and crying never win her sympathy. Only the hapless man hears his pained noises.
His progress is slow. He moves an inch or two at a time. Testicle pain almost paralyzes him. Weak and starving he needs frequent rests.
Ms. Wednesday used return and whip struggling men. Too often they fainted.
Sure of his anguish, she glances out the windows only occasionally. No man has completed the crawl in few than four hours. A few needed eight to reach the backdoor.
Even she must let men rest after the crawl. Sleep is difficult. The slightest motion makes his throbbing testes ache.
He still hurts the next morning. But Ms. Wednesday must have her fun.