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Although he was 12 years older than me , we married only 4 months after meeting. At my insistance we had a legally binding pre nuptual agreement drawn up. In summary this gave me 50% of all his wealth and goods the day we were married and a further 1% for each year we stayed married. This would have meant that everything would be mine after 50 years!

It was only after we were married that I realised his one big kink was the cbt. He liked the other things but had his hardest erections when I punished his cock and balls. He liked me to slap his balls and beat his cock with a leather belt until it was black and blue. He kept me satisfied by using his fingers and tongue and occasionally his sore cock. Gradualy he persuaded me that his cock was not manly enough to be allowed to come inside me. So by the end of the first year of our marriage he had had his last orgasm whilst inside me.

As our anniversary approach he asked me what he could do, how he could suffer, what sacrifice he could make as an anniversary present to prove his love to me. I said the first thing he could do was to change our pre numtual agreement to give me 5% of his wealth per annum. He readily agreed to this and mad ethe arrangements very quickly. I had been reflecting that I did not want this wimp to make me pregnant and so I told him that I would never let him father my [or any otherbody’s] children and that I wanted him to have a vasectomy. He prevaricated over this but eventually agreed. As I am a qualified nurse I had connections and it was easilty arranged. After the operation I verbally abused him telling him that there was no doubt now that he was not a real man as he had beensterilsed.. and more trouble and I would have him castrated. This sort of talk gives him his best erections which I delight in attacking with my riding crop.

During the second year I stopped him having sex with me altogether and at the end of the year after much discussion he sacrificed the little toe on his letf foot which we had amputated. Not long after this we joined the Thames valley Branch of the SDS [Society De Sade] which is a private club where members have to have a partner. One half of the couple, who could be hetero, homo or bisexual, has to be submissive. At our meetings we discuss SM practices and watch each other put our submissives through their paces. They also join in and suggest many imaginative things we could do to them or our partners. My husband was known as black balls at these meetings as my regular abuse of is testicles means that they are usually bruise dto a greated or lesser extent. A number of the members like to watch me whip him and smack and torture his balls.

Another male member,Dave, has a female slave,Sue, who has the word slut tattoed across the top of her breasts. It is her breasts that suffer. Her husband canes and whips them in front of us he encourages him by shouting “harder, harder!” They are always bruises and covered in weals, cigarette burns or heavy bruises. Still, she seems to enjoy it .

For our third anniversary we had a party at our isolated farm house. On this occasion, I arranged for a medical colleague to attend to amputate my husband’s other small toe but without anaethetic. The members of the club enjoyed his pain greatly. The following year it ws the top joint of his little finger which suffered the same fate.

By this time however, I was getting a bit frustrated and felt the need for a real cock. I started an affair with Dave, who made his wife watch our love making as part of her humiliation. John meanwhile was in heavy bondage locked away in our cellar. Dave and Sue’s wedding anniversary was a couple of weeks before ours. On their, anniversary, at the SDS meeting dave announced that he was going to auction his wife at the next meeting to the highest bidder. The winner would “own” Sue for the next six months. The only condition was that her new owner or owners would continue to above, humiliate and degrade Sue, including sex on demand. We asked Sue if she agreed to this. She said that she did because it futher demonstrated to us all that she is owned by Dave and all she asks is to be able to suffer to demonstrate to her master that she is devoted to him. There was no danger of her getting pregnant as she had had an hysterectomy at her usbands request when she was 19 years old, the second year of their marriage.

The sale left Dave free to spend more time fucking me and pissing on John. We started a debate in the club about what sacrifice John should mak eto mark our anniversary. Everyone agreed that it was time that he lost his balls and that he should be subjected to a very painful castration. John had to lead the discussion about how it should be done. We decided to bust/castrate each ball separately starting with his right one.

Before that he asked that each be subjected to extreme cbt in the preceding weeks. This we agreed to and had excellent fun discussing what we would do to each bal before cutting them off.

The process began at the following meeting when we made his right ball into a pin cushion. There were 14 people present. They were each given 4 dress making pins. His ball was bound and he was tied to the chair. We each then took it in turns to push the pins into his testicle. At first he screamed and the whimpered. The best part was when he had to press his in. At the end his ball looked as if it was made of silver metal as each pin head touched the next.

It was not surprising that it took some weeks to recover before we though it was improved enough to be busted. John , himself had decided that he wanted his ball busted by beig crushed in a vice. We arranged him on a low seat positioned so that one ball could fit in the cold metal vice. We then each took it in turns to turn the vice a quarter turn at a time. Initially this squeezed his ball gently, but soon he was catching his breath as the handle slowly turned. He also had to take a turn. I began to think that he was more manly than I had thought as he did this as his ball began to flatten. Once or twice we stopped so that we could watch his distress.

It was amazing but throughout the castration his cock remained firmly erect. At one point the tightness of the vice slackened as his ball popped, disintegrating in his ball sack. Now my medical friend and I cut open his sac and carefully removed his busted and flattened testicle to a round of cheers. I took it into the kitchen put some extra virgin olive oil and some garlic in the wok and cooked his sweet meat with some vegatables and yes you have guessed it John had to eat it . It took some weeks for John to recover before we started a long trail to the destruction of his last ball. I will tell you about that on another occasion….