Caught bang to rights

Len felt a twinge of anticipation as he breathed the heady fragrance of Jezebel's perfume. Of course he didn't believe for a moment that Jezebel was her real name but what the hell? A dominatrix called Ethel would hardly have the same impact.

He was naked, on all fours and tethered by his wrists and ankles to a square steel frame. A leather strap under his stomach elevated his buttocks and raised his knees a few inches from the ground. He was uncomfortable but that was the idea. His legs were wide apart and his penis and testicles dangled down.

Jezebel stood over him, resplendent in a black leather corset, from which red suspenders held up 15 denier sheer nylon stockings. The mandatory leather choker was about her slim neck. He guessed she was in her mid twenties but could even have been younger. Today, she seemed faintly edgy, almost tense, which puzzled him. She was usually so self assured and utterly in command.

She moved to his side, reached underneath him and gently stroked his penis. It hardened under the cool touch of her hand, and she gave a throaty chuckle. "How is my little doggie?" She whispered. She kneaded the head of his organ and he gasped in ecstasy. She cradled his balls in her hand and then let her fingers play along the stem of his organ. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. "Would you like me to play with it?" She teased.

"Oh God. Yes, please, please. Mistress."

She paused, then released him a straightened up, stepping in front of him. "Mmm, no, I think I'll leave now." She teased. She ruffled his hair and his cheek was just touching her stockinged thigh. He rubbed his lips against the crackling nylon, straining to reach the white flesh just an inch or so too far.

"No, please mistress. I'll do anything. Don't stop."

She crouched in front of him opening her knees to allow him to stare between her legs. A giggle tinkled in his ear. "I think it's time I took my little doggie to the vet. Would you like that?"

"What?"

"Have you doctored�."

"You are my mistress, you can do what you wish with me."

"I'll arrange it. You will be a good boy then won't you? With your balls cut off. Good and obedient." Her voice was low and throaty.

"Yes." Len whispered. He could smell her rich heady sweet scent as she leaned towards him.

"Has your wife got big tits?"

"My wife?"

"Tell me all about her. Her secrets?"

"I can't." He whimpered. "I daren't".

Jezebel reached under him and gently massaged his penis. "Then I'll just have to stop pleasing you, won't I my little doggie�."

Len gasped as she stopped. "No, don't stop. I'll tell you anything. Yes, she's got big tits. And she sometimes uses a vibrator. She mocks me with it. She's very stern. And if I want sex she makes me beg and kiss her feet first. She�."

"Cease your babbling you little turd." Jezebel snapped. "You are a very disloyal little doggie aren't you." She stood, reached out and took a cane, long thin bamboo and very springy. "I must punish my little doggie�." She said, stroking the side of his cheek with the cane.

His tongue slipped across his lips in expectation.

There was a moment of delay as she moved behind him. He tensed, anticipated the swish and knew she wouldn't strike too hard. Just enough to make him wince.

CRACK!

The blow made his head swim. An angry red slash appeared across his buttocks and he gasped at the appalling pain. He was instantly confused and astonished at the ferocity of the blow. "Jezebel�." He shrieked, straining to look round.

"You little shit."

His eyes bulged at the intrusion of a second voice. He strained at his bonds, credulity abandoned him. It was his wife. What was left of his erection shrank to an acorn.

"You perverted little bastard." She continued and moved into his range of vision. "So, you like your arse tanned do you?" Her cobalt grey eyes flashed at him.

"Veronica?" He twisted around to see if Jezebel was still there and caught a glimpse of her in the corner of the room.

"Yes, me." His wife tapped her palm with the cane. She had always been a fairly big woman, tall and well built but retaining a firm imposing figure. Now she looked enormous. She had on her plain black business suit with the crisp white blouse. Her skirt had slightly ridden up her legs and her muscled thighs now looked formidable. "We raided this place last week and I found your details as one of the customers. It was quite a shock I can tell you. It was all I could do to destroy the evidence. Thank God, I was leading the investigation."

Len closed his eyes in horror. His wife as a police Chief Inspector would, to say the least of it, take a dim view of his activities. He doubted if he could now avoid the divorce courts, and that would practically bankrupt him.

"Can you imagine what they'd say down at the station if my husband had been caught having his arse tanned by some whore?" She put her face close to his and hissed. "I'd be the joke of the division. I'd never get any higher. My career would be in ruins. All because of a little perv like you!" She stood and move to his rear. "So, you like this do you?"

He heard the crop whistle through the air and he bucked as it slashed across his backside. The pain was unbelievable and he cried out, his cries turning to screams as she gave him no quarter. Finally she stopped.

"I'm sorry." He blubbered.

"You will be." She snarled.

"Are you going to divorce me?" He croaked.

"Oh no." She said quietly.

"It won't happen again." He wailed. His buttocks felt as if a red hot iron had been pressed against them.

"You fucking bet it won't happen again." Veronica growled, and indicated towards Jezebel. "Get it." She spat. "I'll make damn sure it doesn't happen again."

"Let me up Veron." Len pleaded.

But Veronica leaned down and grasped his testicles. "You know Lenny, these have got you into trouble just one time too many." She squeezed and he yelped. "Time to get rid of them."

"What, what do you mean?"

"Can you imagine what a field day the gutter press would have if it found out that the husband of the wife in charge of a vice squad team was a fucking pervert?" She squeezed again and Len stiffened. "And it would only be a matter of time. Those bastards are like terriers when they get the smell of a story."

Jezebel appeared in front of him holding what appeared to be a pair of bolt cutters.

"Do you know what these are Lenny?"

Len shook his head, he had his suspicion but desperately wanted to believe he was wrong.

"They are a pair of castrators." Veronica said, holding out her hand for them. "I'm going to geld you Lenny." She took them off Jezebel and pulled them open. "You wouldn't believe how often the women in the vice squad team would like to apply these to the fucking perverts and rapists we get to collar."

"Oh God, please V, no not that." Len pulled at his bonds but they were secure.

"I'm not all heartless Lenny. No not at all." Veronica knelt behind him and he felt the cold metal of the clamps enclose the top of his scrotum. Then he felt the soft tender hand of Jezebel encircle his penis and gently knead it. Despite his terror he felt his penis hardening.

"Look at you, you fucking pathetic perv. Can't even help yourself now can you? Well, I'm giving you one last chance, dear Lenny." Veronica sniggered. "I'm going to get this slut to wank you off. If you can control yourself I'll let you off with a kick in the balls. But if you come, then that will tell me you're beyond that. So I'll do it for you. You'll be castrated, just as you deserve."

Len whimpered but could not help himself as his penis responded to Jezebel's gently persuasive touch. His buttocks still burned but not as harshly. "You told Jezebel you wanted to be castrated." Veronica mocked him. "Now you'll maybe get your wish, though instead of Jezebel's neutered slave, you'll be mine." She laid the castrator down and stood in front of him slowly pulling her skirt up about her waist. Len's eyes followed the strong shapely legs encased by the black stockings, to the white band of flesh, suspenders and tiny raven briefs. She knew this would drive him wild.

"No." Len's eyes fixed on the bulge of venus between her legs and, despite everything he tried to do to distract himself, he felt the climax building. Jezebel giggled as her hand speeded up in rhythm with his approaching climax. This was the first man she'd seen castrated for real. She often played the game, lot's of men liked being threatened like that. Strange bastards she thought, but it paid well.

"You would have told that slut everything about me wouldn't you!" Veronica said angrily. "You little wanker. Well, this is your last wank, enjoy it."

"Ahhhh, oh God�." Len's eyes bulged and he gasped as his ejaculation erupted. At that precise moment Veronica scooped up the terrible implement and, fitting it snugly about his scrotum, snapped the handles shut. Len felt a stab of excruciating pain, and his testicles dropped to the ground.

Veronica stood and cast the implement to one side. She nodded to his balls lying on the ground. "You want them?" She asked Jezebel.

"Yeah." Jezebel nodded enthusiastically. "I can show them to clients and tell them I cut off a man's bollocks. It'll be a real turn on for some."

"Help me get him up then." Veronica bent down to release the straps holding Len. "I've got a private clinic, owes me a favour. They'll tidy him up."

They lifted Len to his feet. He staggered, bent almost double at the gnawing ache in his groin. He heard Jezebel laugh, "this is great" she said..

And yet, for him, he could only look forward to a life as his wife's eunuch. He wasn't sure which he'd preferred, being castrated or divorced. She was a very assertive woman.

Time would tell.

End.