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I was a little excited by the fact that I had my man literally by the nuts - he was putty in my hands, he was SO horny. I could see a little pearl of pre-come in his eye. All he could do was reach over and lightly touch my fanny and look at me beggingly. I was wet, I'd planned all this since the bastard fucked our babysitter, and now ironically our sex was better than ever, too bloody late.
I loved Rob and had my mind set (a woman's prerogative, I guess), and here he was, consenting at last, a broken-in horse. He of course didn't realize it would be a little more complicated than that but for a moment I let him go. I knew I had about an hour before the risk of blood poisoning would prevent the removal of the elastrator ring. "You want me to let you come?" he nodded "You want to come inside me?" he fingered my clit and nodded. I was dripping wet. "You're going to let me leave this on, and nut you properly?" -he CONSENTED. After about three thrusts he came, pumping what seemed litres of hot come inside me. I gently removed him from me and with the surgical scissors (Rob tensed and looked at me) I cut him free of the little green ring, he flinched and rubbed his nuts as usual. He looked confused, relieved and a bit sore. "Oh, don't worry, I'm going to nut you, but we need to sort some things out first" I said, "there's your work and the kids to think of, while you recuperate." Rob kissed me and I knew he was mine. He took two weeks off work over the school holidays, and we sent the kids off to stay with my poor mum, and told her we were going OS for a break. Over the previous weeks we'd fantasized over the particulars of his castration, sex was a nightly ritual as I constrained Rob and made him beg to be castrated. I always found that I had to masturbate afterwards even if I came with him, it was so hot having a man who begged me to take his testicles. Even through all this I could sense his testosterone at a peak, and when we weren't actually engaged in sex games, he'd HAVE to be the boss, demanding coffee, perving on my friends or chicks at the supermarket, going to the pub with his arsehole mates. I knew I would never miss Rob's testosterone, and to be quite honest I think he found it a bit of a burden, a distraction from what he really wanted to be. At last I layed him down on our bed, our bed which Rob had desicrated with a silly, curious 19 year old kid a few months earlier. Fuck knows how many others there had been. He was all eyes and obviously very nervous. I undressed him and removed my knickers, playfully tossing them at him, went out and got some Sambucca. We both had a shot, and I trussed his hands and feet, he was a Star and obviously now very vulnerable.I got the elastrator, fitted the ring to it and he immediately got hard. I asked if he wanted to go through with this and my darling man nodded. I read out a disclaimer to him, which I'd had prepared by a lawyer in the city and thoughtlessly playing with the elastrator throughout. Finally I asked if he'd sign. He nodded again, I untied his hand as he nervously signed (we were meant to have a witness, but Rob didn't seem to notice and I thought I'd cross that bridge if it came up later) I retied his hand and snapped the ring on his balls, just like that. Rob looked confused, and I closed all the windows and brought him his cherished television, it was Saturday and the footy show was on! I made it sound like I was doing the washing, but actually masturbated in the laundry! (I never thought I'd do that!) I left my skirt off and went back to Rob who seemed calm but definately wasn't watching the footy show. I gave him a shooter, squatting over his hard knob which had a big pearl of pre-come I'll never forget, and his now grey balls. It had been about three quarters of an hour, I rubbed my wet mound on his knob and climbed off. From the bookshelf I got the first aid manual and read out the part which explained about circulation and if you discover a patient with an injury where circulation has been cut off for more than an hour do not restore the circulation under any circumstances as the blood becomes toxic to the body. I fondled Rob's cold nuts and licked his cock, I wondered how many others had sucked him since we had wed. It was a nice cock, he didn't seem to care that he now had less than 10 mins to save himself, I loved him and probably would've given in if he'd asked me to. He didn't, I squatted over his face and as he lapped me up, I came again while playing with his hot hard knob and cold, nearly dead nuts...
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