So when I had placed an add ln an American sex magazine, I was quite surprised to find my most intriguing offer to come from this small country, in ex USSR.

My response was simple, (I had not been to Russia, but had thought it would be neet to go to St. Petersburgh, after reading Peter the Great's bio). I replyed, wow, the power of the internet, I'll be at your location for an S/M session and castration on Tuesday.

Now, I had checked with my urologist and family Doc, and I would have to take some supplements to prevent bone density loss, but both were OK with my desires. Hell, the Dick Doc wanted to do it; but I said that it had to be an adventure, as this was something that was not going to happen again, (and of course, I was looking for the ultimate session)

I did not tell her that I had always been a masochist,.

I'm 6 foot one inch and strickingly handsome with a very large package, but when I walked into the office of my Slavic friend I could immediately sense that my slave qualities were going to predominate. The man I looked upon was all about control and sadism. My 9 inch cock began to swell, he noticed and said, very methodically, You will keep your cock and balls, for that is always what has excited you. I want your mouth and ass for my pleasure, and for the enjoyment of my friends. All amputations of your lower limbs will be performed with the assistants of my anathesiest, Antonio, who also has a very strong proponent of control.

You will become my dog.

"I will probably remove some teeth so that you give better head". He was so matter of fact.

I could not move, but ironically felt very much in a safety net. As he glared and sneered at my throbbing cock, I knew that he had no intention of making me a eunuch, but instead, to make me his slave (pet dog), with my sexual desires intact.

3 years laater, a barbecue; another story.