Gilly, Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The next day I spent shopping in Denver, and arrived home about 7:00 that evening. Brad met me at the door in the nude, as was his usual condition now. We hugged and kissed, then he told me that dinner would be ready any time I wanted it. I have to admit that it was nice to have a "house slave", and I looked forward to many years of enjoying the services he would provide.

After we had eaten the meal he served, we watched the evening news as usual, then a couple of worthless sitcoms. We were both in the habit of going to bed early, and by 9:00 that's about all that we wanted to do. I know that Brad was hoping for another session like last night, but I was tired from my shopping trip, and didn't feel up to it.

As we lay in bed, I told him that I would be talking to Madeleine the next day, which was a Friday, and scheduling his appointment with Gilly. He asked me what sort of questions she would ask me, and I said, "She's mainly concerned that you're making this commitment willingly. Every member of my group knows that it would take just one cowardly man to bring lots of trouble down on us. Just imagine the problems we'd have if some bastard came to the back room of his own free will, then the next day had second thoughts and ran to the nearest police station."

"One of our members is an attorney, and she said that, from a legal standpoint, there wouldn't be much the authorities could do, since the man had gone there consensually. From a public perception viewpoint, though, the effects would be devastating. For example, the City would almost certainly revoke the club's license to operate. Just imagine the embarrassment and the destroyed careers that would result if the newspapers got wind of it. It's too horrible to even think about."

"That's why Madeleine wants to be sure that you're 100% committed to doing it. Of course, you and I both know that you'd never back out. If I thought for even one moment that you'd start crying and beg to be let go, I'd never let you near the club. The shame I'd feel if you did that would be the worst I'd ever had, and I'd probably leave you."

"The club requires the wives and lovers of all potential 'guests of honor' to keep a detailed journal about all the training they've given their man. Every time you told me you wanted me to neuter you, I wrote it in my journal the next day. Every time you begged me to cut off your cock, that went in there too."

"When Madeleine reads my journal, I'm sure she'll believe that you're entirely ready for your session, and maybe even the most enthusiastic man ever. I know that the swiftness of your progress had amazed me sometimes, but I suppose your first experience of wanting your sister to castrate you had lots to do with that."

I then thought of something else that would help to convince Madeleine of his interest in the subject of nullification, and demonstrate that he had a long-term in having his cock and balls cut off. His box of "dirty pictures" in the garage would be perfect evidence, and after seeing it, she'd know immediately that he was ready for Gilly.

I said, "Honey, go out to the garage and get your box. I'll take it to the club tomorrow and show it to Madeleine. That'll convince her more than anything else that you're ready." It was very satisfying to me that he quickly got out of bed and left the room. He didn't pause for even a second to consider that he was naked, and would soon be walking across our back yard to the garage. Even though it was dark outside, and our yard is pretty-well shielded from prying eyes, it still demonstrated his obedience to me that he'd do such a thing with no hesitation.

When he returned with the box, I placed it on the nightstand on top of my journal. Now all I needed to complete the "evidence" were the photographs showing him nude and with the needles in his cock head. Those three things should show overwhelmingly that he wanted, indeed even needed, to be nullified. I was sure that Madeleine would set the date tomorrow, and then we could start marking our calendar. As I drifted off, I was thinking of Brad walking toward Gilly, his monstrously erect cock leading the way, bobbing and jerking.

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The next morning I slept late, and Brad had already left for work by the time I awakened. I showered and dressed, then walked out to the kitchen to look for something for breakfast. He had left a note on the table for me, and I picked it up and read, "Dearest Wife, I hope you slept well. As I looked at you sleeping this morning, I thought my heart would simply burst with the love I felt for you. I know how happy it will make you to at last release your cock and balls from their place of imprisonment on my body. I makes me even more happy to know that you'll be able to do it soon now."

"I've told you many times that I am your total and complete slave. I reaffirm that now. You are the sole possessor of me, body and soul. Any part of my body is yours to torture or remove. Please do whatever you want with me"

"I make this commitment of my own free will, and I say to you now, and to anyone else reading this note, that I willingly submit myself to you, and will willingly walk to Gilly and feed her. At no time before or afterwards will I feel any regrets about what is done to me, and I will love you all the more for having done it."

He had signed his full name to the note, and that more than anything else told me that he wanted me to include it in the materials I would present to Madeleine later this day. I doubted that she would need any evidence beyond what I'd already collected, but if she did, then his note would be the clincher.

I was to meet Madeleine for lunch at the club at 1:00 that afternoon, but wanted to arrive a few minutes before then to get the photos. Judy had told me she'd leave them with the woman who did the cooking and serving, just in case she wasn't there to see me herself. I put the box, my journal, and Brad's note in my briefcase and left the house in plenty of time to arrive before Madeleine.

It was amazing to me how nervous I felt about this meeting. I had known Madeleine for several months now, and had even made love to her, and her to me, during one of the occasional "get-togethers" that were sometimes held at the club. The importance of this meeting, though, elevated it above our casual dalliances, and I realized that I was actually apprehensive that she'd find some reason to reject Brad's plea for nullification. I didn't know how I could accept such a rejection, for I had come to want with all my heart to see him actually place his cock and balls through Gilly's hole, and then to feel my own hand pull the release rope. Just the thought of not being allowed to have that experience was more than I could bear.

Judy was already at the club when I arrived, and as soon as she saw me she waved me to her booth. I sat beside her, and after we had hugged and kissed, she reached down to the seat beside her and picked up a large manila envelope. She opened it and withdrew the photos of Brad, then placed them on the tabletop in front of me.

They were very large, actually large than I had expected. She said, "When Johnnie saw the 'subject matter' of your pictures, he decided they needed to be as large as possible to show your husband's little wee-wee." We laughed at that, as it was the standard joke among club members, and actually it seemed in some odd way to arouse a man to have his penis described as small. That was something that we women never understood, but just used it to get them hot. I guess it's just a case of "whatever floats your boat."

The photos were arranged in the order I had snapped them, with the first showing Brad full length, standing against the wall with his crotch thrust forward. His face was clearly shown, as was the rest of his body. As I had feared, the needles didn't show up very well, but I knew they would in the closer views.

The next photo was from slightly below his crotch to the top of his head, and it showed the needles nicely. I decided that it would be the one to show Madeleine, since it showed what I had done to his dick, as well as all of his face. The look on his face as he stood there naked with three needles sticking through this cock head demonstrated quite simply his cooperation.

Judy and I looked through the other pictures, which were snapped from a distance closer and closer to his dick each time. The final one was nothing but his cock and his balls, and the needles looked quite large.

After we'd looked at all the photos, Judy said, "I think that Johnnie was hard all the time while he was developing these. I'd never done that particular thing to him, since we're both more into clamps, weights, and whips, but when I saw how hot those pictures made him, I decided to try some 'needlework' on him.

"We have a special place in the garage where we play our games, and I took him out there. As soon as he stripped, I strung him up by his wrists and put his favorite clamps and weights on his nipples and balls, then whipped him for awhile."

"When his cock looked like it couldn't possibly get any bigger or harder, I walked over to his workbench and brought back something I'd hidden there earlier. When he saw what I was holding, he started groaning and moaning, then his hips started pumping. When he thrust his crotch toward me, I knew he wanted what I had."

I was in suspense by that time, and asked,"What were you holding that turned him on so much? Maybe I can use it on Brad." She smiled at me, then said, "It was the pincushion that I keep on my sewing machine to hold the needles and pins when I'm not using them."

"There were several dozen pins and needles stuck in the thing, and I'm sure Johnnie was fantasizing about having all of them stuck in his cock and balls. That's just about what happened, too. I had intended to try just a couple of the things on him, but somehow once I got started I just couldn't stop."

"When I had planned this little addition to our usual sessions, I realized that sticking needles and pins in him would be a good way for him to get infected. I suppose that wouldn't really have been such a big deal, after all. Like lots of other women here, I plan to feed him to Gilly someday, but not for quite awhile yet. It's still lots of fun to torture him and listen to him yell. When the thrill wears off, then I'll be talking to Madeleine like you're doing today."

"Anyway, I decided to use a cotton swab and rubbing alcohol to sterilize the needles before I used them on him. I wet the swab with the alcohol, then cleaned one of the needles with it. After showing him the needle, and talking about where I should put it, I held his dick in one hand and pushed the needle through his cock head with the other."

"The first three needles were done pretty much just like you did, but then I got really caught up in the thing. I started wiping the needles and sticking them deeper and deeper into his little head, until finally after he had about a dozen of them in there, I realized that I'd pushed the last one clear through from one side to the other."

"He was really moaning and humping by then, and as the last one broke through on the opposite of his head, he started cumming. I wasn't even touching his little dickie then, so it really surprised me. He must have been really turned on to do that. The next time you use the needles on your husband, you should try putting them in really deep to see if he likes it too."

I told Judy about our session two nights before, and said that I had put a couple of needles completely through Brad's cock head. I'd run one from side-to-side, like she'd described, and the other from the bottom and out through the top. I told her that he had seemed to really like that, and had almost broken the ropes that I'd used to tie him to the bed.

I then told her about running the needles through his balls, and how he had squealed so loudly that I'd had to gag him with my panties. She thought that sounded pretty funny, and said that her Johnnie could expect the same thing next time she strung him up in the garage.

Madeleine entered the club at that moment, and I gave Judy a parting hug and kiss, gathered up my things and went to greet her. We walked to another booth and seated ourselves. I could see that she had dressed more formally today that I'd ever seen her, and she answered my unasked question by saying, "I'm meeting with you today in my capacity as President of the club. I take this responsibility pretty seriously, and that's why you'll find me more serious today than ever before. The whole fate and future of our club can be destroyed by a single man who can't control himself, and it's for that reason that the approval process we use to select our 'guests of honor' is so strict."

I told her that I understood very well what consequences could come of a man being nullified here, then running to the police, or even worse, a newspaper reporter. I assured her that Brad was 100% committed to being nullified, and that I was completely confident he would cause no trouble either before or after it had been done to him.

I then opened my briefcase and took out Brad's box. I opened it, then slid it across the tabletop to Madeleine. As she looked through the contents, I explained that the first inclination I'd had that he was interested in castrations and penectomies came when I found that box in our garage. I then remained silent as she looked through the pictures and stories.

She at last replaced everything in the box, then said, "There's no doubt in my mind that he's completely fascinated with the subject, and apparently has been for some time. The oldest date I saw on the headers on those pages was about five years ago, and the newest was less than one year ago. That proves that his interest was established and continuing. Very impressive evidence, Wendy. Now, what else do you have?"

I took my journal out of the briefcase and offered it to her. She took several minutes to read each dated entry there, starting from my discovery of the box, and ending just that morning when I had found his note on the table.

She looked up from reading that last entry, and asked, "Do you have his note with you?" I nodded, then got the note and handed it to her. After reading it carefully she said, "That is a very well-written, convincing document. He admits his total servitude to you, and gives you every permission to do whatever you want with, and to, his body. That settles the matter for me. Did you have anything else you wanted to show me?"

I took the photos out of the briefcase, saying, "You've never seen my husband, so I thought you might be interested in what he looks like. He's not all that handsome, but I like him."

She looked through the pictures, lingering over then ones showing the needles in close-up view. Finally she said, "You've done a remarkable job of training your husband in a very short time. I'm sure that Janis has told you the story of how I used drugs on my husband in order to get him into the back room. That's something we simply don't allow any more, and I consider myself lucky that no unpleasant consequences derived from my doing it that way."

"I've been training him to accept a penectomy ever since Gilly came to us, and he's nowhere near the level you've achieved with Brad in such a short time. Of course, it helps that he had almost a lifelong interest in being castrated, and has been interested in penectomy for at least five years, to judge by the date of the pictures in that box. Still, what you've done is a credit to women everywhere."

She then said the words I'd been wanting to hear for so long. "I give my approval as President of the club for you to bring your husband, Brad, to the back room. Once there, he is to be introduced to Gilly. You have the approval of the club to use Gilly in whatever manner you choose to remove any portion of his genitals that you so choose."

She hesitated, then asked, "Just how much is to come off, Wendy?"

I smiled at her, then said, "I want to cut everything possible off him. I don't want him to have even a stub of his cock or a shred of his ball sac remaining. I want him as smooth as possible after he feeds Gilly. If it were at all possible to cut out the roots of his cock and balls, and leave him a pussy hole, then I'd do it."

Madeleine laughed at that, saying that she certainly approved of my enthusiasm, but that she'd have to consult with Milly about the medical ramifications. She said, "Milly is an excellent surgical nurse, and, in fact, I wouldn't hesitate to have her perform surgery on me. I feel quite sure that her skills exceed those of most of the surgeons she assists."

"However, even with that said, I have to add that she is in no way a plastic surgeon. The modifications you're talking about involve much more than she is prepared to handle, so you may have to scale back your intentions."

I laughed at that, then added, "Perhaps I got carried away with my enthusiasm. What I want is for him to have no remaining traces of his manhood. In other words, if it sticks out of his crotch, or hangs from it, I want it removed. I think that Gilly can handle that with no problem."

Madeleine smiled, saying, "That will be no problem at all for Gilly. She's quite skilled at what she does, and what she does is to remove cocks and balls. Believe me, your husband will never again have a bulge in his pants after Gilly has had her way with him. I just wish that my husband were at the same stage as yours. Sometimes the sight of his ugly little penis is more than I can stand."

She continued, "Now, as to the details: I assume that you want other women present when he feeds Gilly. Do you have a guest list in mind? I'm sure we could fill the room with onlookers if you wish. The submissives probably wouldn't enjoy the show, but they'd be there if so ordered."

I answered, "I've been thinking about who I'd like have there. You, Janis, Milly, and I will certainly be there. I think that Judy would just love to be invited. That brings to mind something I've been wondering about. Just how many members are there in the club?"

She thought for a few seconds, then answered, "I'm sure you know that we don't keep an 'official' membership list. If the worst ever happened, and the authorities came here with their warrants and subpoenas, they would find no records of any sort pertaining to the names of members. That said, I can tell you that there are probably 50 women who regularly visit the club. Of that number, no more than 20 are dominants. I'm sorry to say that the psyche of many woman requires that they be submissive. I wish it were otherwise, but it's not."

I thanked her for the information, then said that I'd give her my guest list within two weeks. She said that was fine, then asked if I'd require any special equipment to use on Brad before he went to Gilly, or maybe even while he was strapped in place there. I told her that I'd been thinking of some interesting things to do to him along those lines, and would finalize my plans by the time the guest list was ready.

She then said, "And now, I guess that you're anxious to have me set the date for his nullification. Before I do that though, there is one more thing I wanted to talk about with you. I don't know whether or not you've met Cassandra. Everyone here calls her Cassie."

I shook my head in the negative, and she continued, "Cassie is one of our dominant members. A few years ago she married a man several years older than her. He is quite wealthy, and for that reason, Cassie has made many generous donations to the club. Most of the equipment in the back room, and indeed the newer furnishings here in front, are due to her generosity. We also owe to her the fact that Gilly is now one of our members, although I would gladly have paid for her myself, as I'm sure most others of our group would have."

"To get to the point of my story: Cassie has been training her husband for quite some time now, and believes that he will be ready for his visit within no more than six months. One of the new 'toys' she wants to gift to us is a complete videocamera system, to be placed in the back room. There will be several cameras mounted to strategic places on the ceiling and walls, and all will be running during the sessions. The output of the cameras will later be digitally mastered and combined onto a single videotape. The members can then play back the sessions at home, and at their leisure. I should be quite entertaining, as well as stimulating."

"Cassie is particularly interested in filming her husband's nullification. She wants to have his session on videotape at home, and then when she brings other men to her bed, she will force her husband to run the tape so the three of them can watch him being unmanned while she is being fucked. Interesting scenario, isn't it?"

I said that it was more than interesting, it was positively stimulating to think of my husband being forced to show the tape of him feeding Gilly while another man was fucking me. I asked her when the cameras were to be installed and ready for use.

She replied, "The installation has already been scheduled, and is to take place two weeks from next Monday. We're fortunate that the husbands of two of our members are skilled video technicians, and they'll be doing the work. In the past, we have had to bring in outsiders to do work here, and it has created all sorts of hassles in terms of security. It takes quite awhile to disguise the things in the back room, and we certainly don't want to do such a thing unless it's absolutely necessary."

She then took a pocket calendar from her purse and checked the dates. After a short while, she said, "Today is the 12th of the month, a Friday. One month from today would fall on a Saturday, and we don't like to schedule nullifications on Fridays and weekends because the club is usually crowded then. Would Monday following that date be satisfactory? We could schedule it later, if you'd like."

I practically shouted out that I couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer than absolutely necessary. I told her that the Monday would be fine, and she wrote it on her schedule. When that was taken care of, she said, "Now there are a few final details that need to be taken care of, so that the whole thing goes off without a hitch."

"Janis has probably told you the details of her husband's castration. She may have mentioned that his sac was injected with an anesthetic, because at that time we all thought that a man would simply die from the pain of having his balls removed if he weren't given drugs to numb the area."

"We changed that policy a few years ago after our newest member joined us. She, like your husband, was raised on a farm. Although she didn't actually castrate any of the animals, as did your sister-in-law, she had observed the procedure many times. She said that none of the animals were ever given drugs to decrease their pain, and they certainly didn't show any ill effects from having their balls cut off."

"I asked Milly about it, and she said the only reason she did it here was just to keep the men from yelling so much, and also to help keep them still while they were on the table. The members decided among themselves that it might be arousing to them to hear men scream in pain while their balls were being cut off, and so we made the decision to soundproof the room, as well as add several strong straps to the table to hold the man in place."

"I've been present at a couple of castrations since that was done, and believe me, it was worth the expense and trouble. There is something very difficult to describe about the arousal I feel when I see the knife sink into a man's sac, followed immediately by his cries of pain. If I could do my husband again, I'd borrow your needles and fill his balls with them before removing them. I'm sure the orgasm that would give me would be very good."

"Anyway, to get to the point: The only real problems the new method presents are shock and bowels. We simply don't want to risk the life of any of our men by having them go into shock. For that reason, every man who comes here for his appointment is required to swallow a simple pill as he enters the door to the back room. Milly supplies the medication to us, and she says that it is really nothing more than a mild tranquilizer that prevents systemic shock from occurring."

"The second problem we encountered is that a man feeling extreme pain tends to empty his bladder and bowels. As you can imagine, that does nothing to increase our arousal, and so we have instituted one final requirement. Twenty-four hours before the man arrives here, he is to drink a liquid by the name of Colyte. It is a very strong laxative, and its effects are immediate. Believe me, he will be cleaned out in very short order. After that time, he is not allowed to consume any sort of food whatsoever."

"One hour before the man arrives here, he is to swallow a pill that is a strong diuretic. By the time he walks through the door of the back room, his urge to piss will be overwhelming, and he will empty his bladder in short order. At that point, he'll be ready for whatever his wife chooses to do to him, and we won't have to clean up his messes."

"There is one other thing pertaining to your husband's health. Milly will need to come to your house within the next couple of weeks to give him a physical examination. She'll mainly be assessing the health of his heart, since we certainly don't want to have the problem of disposing of a dead body that has had its cock and balls cut off. That could raise some embarrassing questions." She smiled, and then we both began to laugh.

That completed my interview, and as we had finished our lunch by that time, I left for home to tell Brad the happy news that a date had finally been set for him to feed his cock and balls to Gilly. I think that I was smiling and singing all the way home as I thought of what a wonderful time would be had by all when that at last happened.

As I drove into the garage, I saw that Brad's car was already there. That surprised me, since it was only mid-afternoon, and usually he arrived home around 6:00 in the evening. As I entered the house, he met me at the door in his usual unclothed condition, with his cock standing at attention, and immediately asked if the date had been set.

I hugged him and kissed him with more passion than I'd felt toward him in a long time, and then whispered the date in his ear. His only response was, "So long? Couldn't it be done any sooner? Surely you can do it to me before next month."

I laughed at his impatience to have his things removed, and told him that the rules had to be followed. The date for his appointment was the soonest possible, and although I shared his impatience to see him feed Gilly, I could understand the reason for the delay, and that he would just have to learn to control himself.

He accepted my explanation, and then I led him to the couch to give him all the details of the meeting. As I told him that he would not be given any sort of pain killer because we wanted to hear him scream with the agony of his pain, he seemed to become even more aroused.

He cleared his throat several times before he could finally say, "I'm in total agreement with that. I want my worthless cock and balls to feel as much pain as possible. If my screams make you more excited, then I'll try to do it as much as possible. Ever since you told me you were turned on by the pictures in the box that showed men being tortured, I've wanted you to torture my little things until they were totally destroyed. My only regret is that you didn't find the box years ago, since I was too much a coward to tell you what I wanted you to do to me on my own. I sometimes can't bear to think of all the things we've missed because I was afraid to talk to you."

I agreed with what he had said, and repeated that never again should we keep secrets from one another. I said that even though he wouldn't have his cock and balls for me to torture a little over a month from now, we certainly could make up for lost time meanwhile. His eyes brightened at that, then became sad again as I told him that whatever tortures I consented to give him between now and his appointment could not damage his things. When he walked to Gilly, I wanted him to be a whole man, still able to function as a man.

To lighten his sadness, I told him that I was planning some interesting things to do to him once he was in the back room. I said that it wouldn't matter much what I did to him then, since everything would be removed soon after.

As we talked there, I thought of how much closer we were then than anytime during the previous years of our marriage. It seemed that now no subject was taboo between us, and honesty had replaced deception. I hugged him again, and said, "You can look forward to the next four weeks. I'll try to keep things interesting for you, and maybe you'll be able to get an erection now and then." We both had a good laugh at that, since it had seemed during the past month that he was hard all the time.

I stood and pulled him to his feet, telling him, "Now I want a nice hot shower. But first I want a tongue bath. Let's go to the bedroom and you can get started. You weren't doing anything more important anyway, were you?" We both smiled at that, the he said, "There is nothing in the whole world more important than you, my love. Your slightest wish is my command." As we walked to the bedroom I said to myself, 'it certainly is.'

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As Brad undressed me, then kissed, licked, and sucked everything he uncovered, I became more and more aroused. When he began to service my backside, I once again reached back and spread my cheeks with my hands. This time there was no hesitation on his part, and he immediately began licking the entire length of my crack, and then concentrated his efforts on my asshole. His tongue seemed to penetrate deeper than it had the first time, and when he began sucking, his efforts were much stronger. I knew then that Janis had been right in her assessment of his readiness for toilet training, and resolved to begin it that night.

After he finally finished tongue-bathing my body, we spent lots of time in the shower. He lovingly washed every square inch of my body, and when he began spending all his time soaping my pussy, I said, "Don't wash it too well, sweetie. I want you to be able to taste the real me tonight. That seemed to excite him even more, and I hoped that he was anticipating just exactly what it was that he'd be tasting in a few short hours.

We spent our evening in the usual manner. He prepared dinner and then served it to me, then I watched the news on television while he cleaned up in the kitchen. When he was through in there, he brought drinks to the couch and we snuggled close while sipping them.

At one point during the evening, I said, "Tomorrow we need to go shopping together. There's something that we'll need pretty soon, and we should get it now so it'll be ready for us to use." When he tried to question me about just what we would be shopping for, I told him to just hold his horses and he'd find out tomorrow.

We went to bed around 10:00, and he immediately began hugging and kissing me. His insistent hard-on was pressing against me, and leaving a wet spot. I told him that I wouldn't miss his cock one bit since it had never learned how to control itself. He admitted that it was a worthless thing, and couldn't wait for me to cut it off him.

As we kissed and hugged, I told him that he needed more practice in pleasing me with just his tongue. After all, in just four weeks, that's all he'd have left, so he'd better learn how to use it correctly. He was eager for more lessons, and rolled to his back. I mounted his face and lowered my pussy to his mouth, and soon felt his probing tongue in my slit.

He had become reasonably proficient at giving head, but probably would never match Janis' abilities. I doubt very much that any man could lick pussy as well as a woman, since a woman instinctively knows just where to lick and how long to do it. A man can only guess at such things, unless he's lucky enough to have a woman who will guide his efforts.

After he had tongued my cunt for about 15 minutes, I decided it was time to test Janis' assumption that he was ready for toilet training. I lifted off his face, saying, "I have to go pee, lover. Don't go away. I'll be right back."

I walked into the bathroom that is attached to our bedroom, leaving the door open so he'd be sure to hear my flow hitting the water in the toilet. I thought that just the idea of me sitting in there and voiding my urine would keep up his interest.

As soon as I finished peeing, I did as Janis had instructed, carefully blotting just my pubic hair, but not wiping my slit. I flushed the toilet and then returned to the bed.

He was still waiting there, in the same position as when I had left. His cock was still throbbing, and the tip was glistening with pre-cum. I knew that he was aroused, and therefore trainable.

I again straddled his head, then lowered my pussy to his waiting mouth. He immediately began to lick my slit, showing not even the slightest hesitation. When he had tongued up all the taste there, he transferred his attentions to the hole, and soon began sucking it.

As he was sucking, I could hear him moaning with his arousal. I was also becoming aroused by his attentions, as well as the realization that he was servicing me better than I had expected for the first session. I was surprised, then even more excited when he moved one of his hands to my abdomen and began pressing lightly. After he had pressed against my tummy, he began to massage it with a downward motion. I was sure that he was trying to tell me something, and that I knew just what that "something" was, but I wanted to hear it from him more directly.

I raised up slightly so that he could speak, and asked, "Is there something you want me to do. You'll have to tell me, you know. I can't read your mind."

He cleared his throat, then said, "Please give me more of your pee. It tastes wonderful. Please."

I sat back down on his mouth, saying, "All right. You asked for it. You'd better not make a mess in the bed."

I tried several times to release my urine into his mouth, but it was more difficult that I had thought it would be. The position in which I was sitting was entirely different from what I was used to while peeing, and I'm sure that I had inhibitions that were still active, even though what we had been doing for the past few months had destroyed most of them. That, combined with the fact that I had minutes before urinated in the bathroom made it difficult to give him what he wanted.

After several attempts to give him his desired drink, I finally succeeded in releasing a tiny trickle into his wide open mouth. That seemed to make him very excited, and he swallowed the small amount, then again licked and sucked my hole. After several seconds, I could hear him trying to say something, and lifted up slightly.

Once my pussy cleared his mouth, he said, "Please. I need more. Please." I told him that he should have asked sooner, and not waited until I had already gone to the bathroom to pee. He replied, "I'm sorry. I just didn't know how good it would taste. Could I have more after awhile?"

I "consented" to give him a drink later if the urge arose, then again settled to his mouth. As he resumed his ministrations, I felt a rush of excitement that told me my orgasm was near. His practically begging me to piss in his mouth was somehow arousing to me, and as I thought of all the times ahead when he would be beneath me, drinking my flow as fast as I could force it into his mouth, my pussy began to spasm. The climax wasn't particularly memorable, but then, as I've said before, any orgasm beats the Hell out of no orgasm.

Continued in Chapter 9