A day in the life of the Glory Hole couple

This is a typical day (yet in some respects an UNtypical day) in our lives. Typical because it shows how our routine day-to-day life as Wife and cuck hubby slut is lived. It’s UNtypical because on this day we get to engage in one of our favorite hobbies, harvesting a healthy set of testicles from a virile man…and on this special day we got to harvest something new for me, a beautiful clit from a woman….oooOOOooo that was wonderful!

Anyway, on this particular day (it was about a year ago) we were at our apartment in Porec in Croatia, the jaded seaside resort, which we keep because that’s such a sexual city. I keep hubby in a CB3000 so he can’t pleasure himself without my permission, and the hormone mix I give him (overseen and monitored by my female doctor friend / lover) keeps him interested in sex. Sex of all kinds…he likes pussies, he likes cocks, and he loves being fucked. So I keep him chaste until I want to let him have release, which I permit frequently, but on MY terms. My doctor friend and I amuse ourselves by watching the effects the hormones have on hubby’s sex drive, and we constantly experiment by steering it one way or the other over several months at a time… sometimes we like to steer him toward men exclusively and watch him become a cock slut; at other times we like to steer him more to females…oh what fun!

If you haven’t gathered by now, I found him useless to me sexually many years ago, after we first met in college…but since I was after him for his money and the freedom it provides, I find it useful to let him have sexual release on my terms, but not too often with me. I have other women and men for that, men who are so well endowed and thick that they touch places inside of me that hubby could never even reach…and women who have ways with their tongues and dildoes that hubby couldn’t even imagine. So that’s why I made him my eunuch, had his balls cut off and put in a jar to show him from time to time…and to amuse others with. He’s now completely mine, and useless to others as well…he knows that now no other woman would ever have him, so it was a sort of “insurance policy” to emasculate him and make him more devoted to me. Only I understand him, his sick little urges, and his need to be totally controlled…and I also get the benefit of his family’s money, which allow me to satisfy MY sick little urges, heh heh heh.

I allow him to sleep in my bed unless I have a special overnight guest or two, and then he sleeps on a cot in his walk-in closet…far enough away to not bother me, but close enough that he can hear my sexual pleasures, and so I can call him to duty if I want use of his tongue or his cock.

I also keep him dressed in lacy things from Victoria’s Secret…a bra because he is beginning to develop male breasts…cute little things, less than an A-cup, and not really needing support, but I like to make him aware of them by having my girlfriends suck on them, tug on them, and put nipple clamps on them from time to time. So the bra just accentuates this feminine feature, and I’ve come to adore his sexually ambiguous look. His cock has grown a little smaller since I had him castrated, but it gets enough use that it retains its nearly original size…not that I use it myself, I have real men for that, but I let him get it sucked from time to time, and he loves fucking the Ladyboys of Bangkok, and we let three of them visit him regularly when we’re there, and the occasional real pussy of a real woman, although it’s not all that often…I like to save the pussies for myself.

I have him wear panties, sheer enough to show off his cock, or sometimes just split crotch panties to let it hang out. I particularly like to let my guests see his ball-less crotch, it’s always a conversation starter, and I like to make him tell the tale of his emasculation. I then offer him to any of my guests who would like to have an experience with him, for any purpose. He’s available to fuck, for sucking, and for cleaning up messes with his mouth after any sexual act you like. When he returns to me with his lips puffy and red, I know he’s been put to good use.

Anyway, as I was saying, on this particular day we arose, hubby stepped into the shower with me naked except for his CB3000, and bathed me completely, and washing my hair. He handed me a towel when I stepped out and then began drying me off. I like it when I sit down at my makeup stand, spread my legs, and he takes a hair dryer on low and dries off my pussy, never letting the heat damage my tender pussy lips. With the blower on low and a gentle bristle hair brush, I have him coif my pussy hairs left and right, unless I’m shaved that month. This often gets him aroused, seeing my pussy up close like that, but the CB3000 only stirs a little, and it’s painful for him, and a swift kick from my bare foot makes it subsides quickly.

Then I tell him what I want him to lay out for me and he goes off to my closet to get the clothes and he puts them on the bed for me. Then he’s off, with a robe on, to supervise the house servants on breakfast, the driver for his instructions for the day, etc. By the time I come into the main part of our large two-story apartment, breakfast is ready and on the table. It’s a nice way to live. Then we go out, sometimes to shop, sometimes to a pool party with some of the many expatriates living in Croatia (for which hubby wears his “normal” clothes, but with his girlie items underneath), or on a rare occasion to a sex party starting early in the day, of which there are many in this part of the world. It’s a jaded paradise.

On this particular day we were going to a servant market. Now most people will tell you that slavery and human trafficking no longer exists, even in Croatia, but don’t believe it. There are still large numbers of Caucasian displaced persons from the recent wars in Croatia, and many of them end up as sort of indentured servants, sex workers, and (for all practical purposes) slaves. You can buy anything you want if you have enough money, and we do. We took the north road out of town, through smaller villages, until we came to an area where the paved road almost ends…just down to one lane of asphalt and sometimes gravel or dirt road. At a warehouse looking place we pull in beside several other cars, some trucks, some limousines, and enter the warehouse. There is an auditorium like place, a sort of theatre in the round, with a raised stage in the center. On the stage were quite young girls appearing to be Serbian or possibly Bosnian, looking to be between 12 and 16, but it’s SO hard to tell true ages in this part of the world…they could have easily been underdeveloped and underfed 18 year olds, but they looked quite young. Some of these girls would be going to Western Europe, the UK, or the U.S. in the illicit sex industry, but a very pretty one caught my eye and I thought, “hmmmm, she won’t be going any further than my house.” I’m glad we arrived when we did…another minute and we would have missed bidding on this scrumptious little morsel.

I could tell that she was mixed heritage, probably a Euro father and a Turkish or Bosnian mother who was a prostitute, possibly Croatian, and her bare dirty feet, splayed flat, told me she was a peasant who went mostly barefoot all her life…I’d change that in time. But I wanted her for myself, and even hubby showed an interest in her. He said, “I know what you’re thinking…bid on her!!”

I quickly entered the bidding with a bid of my own, conducted in broken English, and within a few minutes had outbid the group of men who were bidding on her, and the auctioneer slammed the podium with his palm, pointed to me, and said (recognizing my Western appearance) “Sode!” or sold.

She was brought over to us, hands bound at the wrist, but we had them cut away. I looked into her eyes, which were pleading with me, and I put my arm around her and pulled her to me, and assured her in broken Croatian that she was going to be OK. She understood and calmed down, especially after being untied, and clung to me. These girls were said to be virgins, so I knew she had been in the system only a few days, she did not appear to have been beaten or abused, so I paid cash and took her to our limo, and told her to stay and showed her the built-in fridge and the food and drink there and told her to have whatever she wanted. Sitting in the plush leather interior of our limo, in the spacious back seat, she must have decided that she had been very lucky and nodded her head…she would stay.

Just to satisfy myself, I held up the palm of my hand in a “STAY” sign and lifted her skirt and spread her legs. Her eyes got big, but she complied and did as I instructed….a good sign. I spread her young pussy lips and looked as far inside her as I could in the daylight, and saw no sign of rough usage and a small SMALL opening suggesting her hymen might actually still be intact. I asked her in my halting Croatian, “Have you ever been with a man?” She shook her head NO, and I believed her. I patted her cheek and said, “You are safe with us.” She smiled, I smiled, and thought, “What a liar I am!”

We went back to the auction and watched several more lots of girls go for sale, but none of them had the fine features of the little beauty I had just bought, and we didn’t need another servant, so we let them go to their various fates, probably to work as prostitutes making the men buying them richer than they already were.

Then a group of young boys were brought up on stage and most of the men left, having come for the girls mostly. What was left were families looking for servants, a few older Euro and American queens looking for fresh meat, and us. Hubby pointed out one blonde light-skinned boy of about 13 and asked if he could examine the boy. The auctioneer motioned us up and several spectators went up on stage. Hubby went directly for the boy he had spotted and examined him thoroughly… teeth, muscles and bone, had him bend over and inspected his anus (he was a virgin), and played with his growing testicles…a little hair but still not fully developed. He held the little penis in his hand, uncircumcised and looking like a tiny white turnip. I saw the glint in hubby’s eyes and knew that a castration was going to happen very soon, and chuckled to myself. Hubby caught my expression and turned red…I patted his shoulder and said, “It’s OK, darling, you can have this little toy to play with…but only on my terms, you understand?” He said, “Yes dear.”

As a side note, it had been in this very auction place many years ago, just after the Soviets lost the Iron Curtain but before the wars started and Croatia was a much wilder place, that we first came to this establishment. It was on that day that we witnessed one of the most outrageous things we’d ever seen. A burly man wearing a fez (Turkish, I suppose) and surrounded by bodyguards had a private viewing table near the stage. After buying one cherubic looking young lad, the man had the boy brought to his table to inspect his purchase. The boy looked terrified at the man’s fat fingers prodding him and touching him. Then at a prearranged signal, the men around him took arms and legs and held the boy spread on the table…and the man in the fez bent to the boy’s crotch, took his tiny undeveloped testicles into his mouth, and BIT THEM OFF right there at the table. The shrieking was horrible, but the spectacle was mesmerizing. The man merely spit the little bag of flesh into his napkin and put it aside for some other use, cooking perhaps, and had the boy taken away to be treated and (we always supposed) to become his gelded eunuch. But no such spectacle was going to happen here today, it seemed.

When the bidding started, we again outbid any others on this one boy and again paid cash, and released him from his bindings and took him to the car. He was glad for the air conditioning, but both the girl and the boy smelled of sweat and other body odors. The first thing we would do when we got them home would be to wash them thoroughly and clean out the car. But for now we sat around the large interior of our limo, told our driver through the plate glass to drive home, and gave them food and drinks. We “cheated” a little and spiked their drinks so that by the time we got home the girl and the boy were compliant and groggy, and easy to maneuver to their new digs. We had the house servants bathe the two and put them to bed in separate rooms.

By then it was noon and time to go shopping in the open air markets. I had hubby change into what I call his mamasan outfit, a woman’s dress, slippers, large straw hat, and a veil to cover his face. He looks like an older woman and is always treated as a woman when he goes out like that, with respect, and I just like to see him like that…it amuses me. He walks along behind me as I shop, not saying a word, just nodding or shaking his head when I talk to him. Most people think he’s my maid, and in a way he is.

This day there is a antique and novelty stall in the market, and I am quite taken by a huge oversized phallus made from some hardwood, probably teak, that looks to be over 100 years old. The thing is gargantuan, meant as an article of decoration, possibly in a bordello of the past, and certainly not to be used…but I have other ideas. It sits on a large round ornately carved wooden base, is curved and about 4 feet long and a good 5 inches in diameter, and would kill a man or woman not accustomed to it, but I may have hubby eventually sitting on it and taking as much in his ass as possible, maybe to amuse me or maybe amuse my guests. Looking at it, I like to think that some poor prostitute or courtesan of the past was made to perform on it for the entertainment of others…what a wonderful thought! Maybe I will make wagers on whether he can take it or not. He sees the phallus and touches my shoulder, shaking his head vigorously…he knows what I’m thinking and is desperate to not have to be impaled on this monstrous thing…but I buy it anyway. Who knows, we’ll see, and it’s cheap enough, so I buy it and make him carry it unwrapped through the crowded market place. He draws stares and giggles as he follows along behind me, an “older woman” toting this enormous dildo of wood. It’s worth the price of it to hear the laughter and humiliation of hubby.

Then we buy some fresh fish and vegetables for dinner, and I’ll have our cook prepare them for tonight, for us and our new purchases, the boy and girl.

Then we watch a folk dance in a public square and later see a movie…it’s in English but with Croatian subtitles. Then it’s time to go home…we go to our limo and our driver takes us through the crowded streets to our apartment in a better part of town near the seaport.

We dress for dinner and have the two youngsters brought down and seated at the table near us. They enjoy the meal and the civilized atmosphere of our home. It’s probably the first decent meal they’ve had in awhile, not to mention at a table with plates and real silverware. They are over awed by their surroundings, but eat with voracious appetites. After a nice dessert and the dishes are cleared away, we tell the housekeeper to call our female doctor friend here in Croatia, and tell her after the doctor arrives to send her up and then she can take the rest of the night off. We invite both youngsters upstairs to my bedroom. We both undress as the boy and girl watch, wide-eyed, perhaps their worst fears now being realized, and we change into something more comfortable…me into a sheer teddy and panties, hubby into one of his Victoria’s Secret outfits.

I lead the young girl to my bed and lay her down, and then lie down next to her and hold her close. At first she is rigid and stiff with fear, but I talk to her soothingly and tell her as best I can that she should relax, which she does…then I kiss her. She resists at first, but then seeing the hopelessness of her situation, and perhaps finding some arousal in it, begins to kiss me back, then becomes a bit more passionate about it. What a find! My hand slips over her tummy, squeezes her small breasts, and then finds her pussy under her skirt. She is moist, and I diddle her with my finger until she orgasms. Then I go down on her and bring her to another orgasm with my tongue, which she finds delightful. Now that I have ascertained that she actually likes sex, I will most certainly have to perform a clitorectomy on her to keep her interest on me and from wandering to others.

In the meantime, hubby has undressed the boy and has run his hands all over his young body, and has brought his young penis to full erection, about 3 inches long fully erect. Oh dear, I think, that’s not going to be good enough for me so he’ll have to be “docked.” I smile to myself, thinking of how we will do it. Hubby is on his knees in front of the boy, and takes the tiny hard cock into his mouth and the boy quickly climaxes…I see hubby swallow the little load and a thin thread of boy cum stretches from hubby’s lips to the boy’s cock as he pulls away. I see that hubby is getting aroused, so I motion him over, take the key from my necklace, and unlock his CB3000. His cock is instantly hard and standing erect, and he shows the boy a footstool and tells him to bend over it. With resignation, the boy follows orders and prepares for what he knows is to come. Hubby slathers a lubricant on his cock and smears some on the boy’s anus, and with one deft movement hubby plunges his cock deep into the boy’s ass, causing him to nearly collapse in pain, grunting and crying now.

As the girl I and watch, hubby ruts away at the boy, who is squealing and crying “ah ah ah” in a rhythmic beat in time with hubby’s thrusts. Finally hubby climaxes and holds the boys hips close, digging in as deep in the boy’s ass as he can. When he’s finally spent, hubby pulls out…but there’s no cum, hubby is incapable of producing cum now that I’ve had him castrated. And now I’m thinking of how we should go about gelding this boy, since he’s no use to me as he is, with that tiny dick that’s not going to get any larger.

There is a knock on out bedroom door, and I know that none of our servants would dare disturb us that it must be my doctor friend from town. She’s also an American expatriate living here in this jaded part of the world and she loves to satiate her sexual lusts in this wild part of the world. We let her in and she looks over our new purchases, and says, “My my my, what beauties! What are we going to do with them, girl?”

I tell her, in English, “They’re just pretty little playtoys, but both of them need gelding. The girl needs a clitorectomy because she’s pretty sexual, and I want to keep her to myself… and the boy we want gelded to keep him as a eunuch for hubby’s pleasure and to keep his girlish shape as long as we can. Will you help us?”

She says, “Oh yeah, I’ll help you alright,” savoring the chance to slake her thirst for kink. “You know, I was just hoping for a situation like this to come along, because a couple of weeks ago I came up with a wonderfully brutal means of doing a twofer with a boy and a girl…are you game to try it?”

Ever ready for a new experience I tell her to proceed. First she directs both the boy and the girl to go to the bathroom separately and relieve themselves. “We don’t want any ‘accidents’ do we?”

After they both return from the bathroom, the woman directs me in tying the girl spreadeagled to the bed…arms outstretched and legs spread wide, her head elevated on pillows. Her bare skin is covered in goosebumps, from the chill in the bedroom and from her fear…she knows something is about to happen and she fears, correctly it turns out, that it won’t be something good for her. I kiss her a speak soothingly to her in broken Croatian, and it seems to quell her fears a bit. But she is tightly bound and cannot escape, so her fears are really not my concern.

The doctor shows me an implement that I’ve seen before, a pet nail cutter. It looks like a pair of pliers, but has a sort of “shoe” jutting out with a hole in it…by squeezing the two handles, a blade slides over the hole and anything in it, such as a dog’s nail, or a pencil, or a clit, will be cut off. She keeps it out of sight of the girl, but I thrill at the sight of it…I know exactly what it is to be used for, and I can hardly wait! My doctor friend just smiles at me, and I smile back at her.

I ask, “Do we need to give either of them an anesthetic, doctor?” She tells me, “No, that would ruin the effect… we need pain and lots of it to achieve the desired effect…you’ll see. Oh, and if you would like to give her one more orgasm to imprint her on you as a sexual partner, now is the time. In a few minutes her clit will be gone and it will be more difficult for her to achieve orgasm. She can with lots of manipulation, and I’ll show you how, but you’d better arouse her and bring her to orgasm now to bond her to you. Meanwhile, I’ll prep the boy.”

So while the doctor turned her attention to the boy, examining his testicles just beginning to develop, I turn my attention once again to my girl. Thinking this is just another sexual encounter, and not knowing what is about to happen to her, she becomes aroused easily by my fingers and hands flowing over her body and down to her pussy. Then I bend to her and kiss her, suck her budding breasts and her nipples come erect, and then I go down on her and lick her small tight little pussy until it becomes wet, and I lick her clit over and over, sucking on it, until she erupts in wild orgasm against her silk rope restraints, her head pounding against the pillows beneath. Before she can even catch her breath, I am face to face with her, kissing her lips, pressing my well developed breasts against her budding breasts, and rubbing my vaginal mound against hers, and she continues to orgasm…I lick her ears and her neck and she is so aroused, obviously multiorgasmic, and I know it’s a good thing we’re about the take her clit if I ever expect to keep her for myself.

The doctor, although watching my performance with the girl and now breathing heavily herself and aroused, has prepared the boy now, trimmed the few pubic hairs he has, and has cleaned him with an alcohol solution, which he obvious DID NOT LIKE ONE BIT, heh heh, doing the “my balls are on fire” dance, but he soon calms down as the pain subsides.

The doctor now turns her attention to my little girl tied up on the bed…she bathes the girl’s crotch in an astringent alcohol ointment, making her also whimper and buck as the liquid touches the semi permeable membranes of her labia and clit, but she settles down soon enough. She’s wondering what new sexual game this is, not realizing that she’s about to have surgery. The doctor, having better Croatian language skills than I do, directs the boy to straddle the girl’s face, which he does gladly, expecting a new sexual thrill from her. I give the doctor a shrug and facial expression that says, “why not?” and she tells the girl to take the boy’s little penis into her mouth. We’ll allow him just one climax before we geld him.

The girl, not being too experienced, fumbles with the little cock in her mouth, but it becomes larger, about 3 inches fully erect, and despite the girl’s inexperience, the boy quickly ejaculates into her mouth. She spits out both the softening cock and the little trace of cum and makes an “ugh” face, which makes me, hubby, and the doctor laugh out loud. I use a cloth to wipe her lips clean, and kiss her again, and she looks at me with love and tenderness, hoping now to be set free.

But now the doctor tells the girl to open her mouth wide, which she does hesitatingly….and then she tells the boy to squat lower and put his little balls deep inside the open mouth. He does so eagerly, expecting yet another sexual treat…heh heh heh, I’ll show him a “treat” alright, the last treat he’ll get from MY beautiful new little toy!

As commanded, the boy sinks his haunches lower, and lets his bare little ball sac down into the open mouth of my girl toy…I lean him forward, his face a foot or so above the girl’s pussy, so that he won’t cover her nose and cut off her breathing, and also to get more of his ball sac deeper into her mouth. I’m not sure exactly what the doctor has planned, but I am beginning to get the idea, and it’s a wicked one, hee hee hee. The boy’s legs are bent at the knees, and the doctor now ties the boy’s ankles to his thighs, causing more of his weight to sink onto the girl’s upturned face. She is beginning to whimper at this discomfort, but I caress her and she calms down; however, she cannot see anything of what’s going on at her pussy….that’s good.

The doctor tells me and hubby to take the boy’s arms and steady him in this position, and we do so, making the boy immobile and unable to move. Now the doctor takes her pet nail trimmer and with a latex gloved hand, strokes my girl’s clit gently, stroking stroking stroking, until it is standing up nicely awaiting more attention and wanting desperately to orgasm…

…then the doctor quickly places the hole in the nail trimmer completely over the clitoris, pushes it down against the mon pubis causing the swollen clitoris to stand up through the opening like a little soldier, and she begins slowly squeezing the nail clipper closed.

The girl responds immediately to the pain, but it’s a slow burning pain as the doctor ever-so-slowly closes the clipper around her clit, cutting it slowly away from her body, and a trickle of blood appears around the clipper. In her pain, the girl clamps her jaw shut and her young strong teeth close around the boy’s little ball sac, and now he too starts spasming in pain. The doctor watches the boy’s crotch, not wanting the girl’s pain to end until he has been castrated, so she twists the clipper slightly, sending more waves of searing pain to the girl’s half-amputated clitoris. Both our toys, the boy and the girl, are writing in their own separate worlds of pain, and the girl cannot help clinching her teeth around the boy’s dying testicles….blood is trickling from her mouth and the boy’s crotch, and also from her own young pussy. The boy is shrieking – we had failed to gag him, pity – but we can also hear the girl’s muffled screams from beneath the boy.

Hubby is sporting a raging hard-on and my pussy is becoming quite moist and I’m horny just watching the spectacle. Finally when the doctor detects that the girl has bitten through the boy’s ball sac, she makes one final squeeze and clips the clitoris completely. A stream of arterial blood is shooting rhythmically from the girl’s hood, but the doctor quickly stems the flow and begins suturing the girl. At the doctor’s order, hubby and I carry the boy to the bathroom and place him, legs still tied, into the bathtub…he’s bleeding but not as badly as the girl was. I take this opportunity to stuff a washcloth into his mouth…no use alarming the servants needlessly.

In a few moments, the doctor brings her bag to the bathroom and tends to the boy’s stump where his testicles were just a few moments earlier. Again, she staunches the blood flow and begins to suture up the wound. I go to my little girl toy and she is sobbing hysterically, but I soothe her, kiss her forehead and she begins to calm down. She has spit out the small testicles onto the pillow and I set them on the nightstand to deal with later…a jar of formaldehyde and they go in my collection. I see the nail clipper on the bed next to the girl, and the little clit is still in the opening, so I remove it and set it by the testicles….they will both go in the same jar as a memento of this event…and what an experience it has been.

I untie my girl and she curls up in a fetal position, holding her throbbing pussy where her clit had been. I tell her in my imperfect Croatian, “That is the last bad thing that will happen to you, darling, from here on out you will live a life of luxury here in my apartment…I will care for you and see that you get an education, and you will be my love until you grow old enough to leave and find your own life….is that OK, darling?” Through her tears, she glances at me and nods….and says, “You promise nothing else is going to happen to me like that?” And I tell her “I promise, love.”

She asks, “What did she do to me…and what happened to the boy?” I explain to her that we just made a slight modification, that’s all, and that I will train her in the pleasures of sex the way I want her to be…she accepts that for the moment and I cuddle her close to me.

Now I see the doctor and hubby walking his boy-toy out of the bathroom…the boy is unsteady on his feet, and he has ugly scars and sutures where his testicles had been 15 minutes earlier. We give him the same explanation and he seems to accept it, at least for now. He’ll be fine, the doctor tells us, then she says to hubby, “Don’t be fucking him for a few days, boy, or he might not heal right….just keep your hands off him…” and to me, “make sure he keeps his hands and his cock off this lad until I check him in a day or two, ok dear?” I tell her, “Don’t worry, hubby here doesn’t even piss without me knowing it.”

We put the boy and girl to bed, the boy in hubby’s closet (hubby will sleep on the floor by me tonight) and the girl in my bed…although it will be hard for me to keep my hands off of her, I will do it until she heels. Well, maybe a little kiss after she falls asleep…or maybe I will suckle her tiny tits…but that’s all, really. I promise.

I can’t wait until she’s properly healed and I can again have my way with her delicious little pussy, and it’s ALL MINE, all mine, she won’t be horny for anyone else but me! And hubby can have his little catamite if and when I think he’s worthy of it.

All in all a nice day’s work. In part a typical day (the shopping etc.) and in part a very UNtypical day….wonderful!

I think while our “toys” are on the mend, hubby and I need to make a trip to either Berlin, London, or somewhere in the U.S. Lots of glory holes there in both of those places…just waiting for my harvesting tool. If you go by your favorite adult arcade and see a black Cadillac Escalade parked there with out of state tags, you may or may NOT want to go in, depending on what it is you are seeking….heh heh heh, snip snip snip.