OK, once you asked me to and let me be totally dominant......... After I've stripped you I'd first tie your hands to each side of the bed but I'd leave your legs free. Before I cut it off I would want you to pleasure me with your tongue and for the last time with your cock. I'd poise my pussy over your mouth and gradually sit on your face while you lick me and penetrate my slit with your tongue sliding in and out.. Before I cum I'd pull myself away from you, I wouldn't want to spoil our fun, no MY fun too soon! Then I would be climbing on top of you sliding you into me and riding you very slowly to tease you. Now before you cum I'm off again, back to you licking me out. I would get back over your head and start pushing my pussy closer and closer onto your face, almost suffocating you until you can't breathe until you've made me cum. Then it's your turn: I'm sliding down your body to tie your feet to the ends of the bed posts and crawl back up you to put a gag in your mouth. I slowly lick youir lips then slide my tongue in your mouth but before you can respond I shove the gag in your mouth. I start deep throating you really hard again and just before you cum I stop. I go and get one of the lit candles that are surrounding us,breaking the circle I blow it out and drip the hot wax over your chest, hopefully making you scream out in a little pain. I do this with every candle, blowing it out and dripping the wax on you that has been building up, replacing them in the circle (the room's only lit by candles, by the way).Now before the last one I begin to put a blindfold on you and the last you see of me is the sadistic, seductive smile forming on my face. I blow you a little kiss then fasten the blindfold. I get the thick carving knife and run it over my body feeling the cold metal on my skin. I then trace it over your penis and tease you with it: I give you a BJ again but only very slightly so you're very frustrated, then I'm scratching the knife up and down your shaft harder and harder, leaving red scratches but not breaking the skin. (I really like the idea of cumming for the last time then having it cut off mid way through) so I suck harder and harder this time: you're so frustrated your cum is approaching quite fast so I get the knife ready and dig my teeth into you a bit and begin cutting in. I can hear your muffled cries of doubt: the first signs of blood appear as the delicate skin is broken. In lust I lick the blood that's just appeared and can feel your hips wildly begin to buck towards me pushng you harder into my mouth. This bugs me so I grind the knife hard into your cock making a deep cut:, there's only a little way left to go and I can see your cum beginning to shoot out through the cut I just made. You then mmmm blast your load into my open mouth and as I greedily swallow it up and lick the last from my lips, I grab your penis and the knife and madly hack the last of your penis from your body. I can hear you cry out in pain, there is a rush of blood all over the bed sheets spurting from between your legs. The lust in me is pushing me forward to taste your blood again but my mind is saying to get a towel so I run into the bathroom and wet a clean white towel and push it into your sore groin. I take a shower leaving you alone in pain on the bed trying to stop the blood flow, I can hear you trying to call out to me. Once I'm dressed and ready to leave I light four candles around your hands head and feet. I untie your left hand and it shoots to your groin, I take the blindfold and gag off and chuck them to the floor.. Your eyes attempt to focus and tears are welling up in them from the pain. I passionately kiss you then turn to leave ,you grab my wrist by your free arm an pull me back. In the shock of thinkng what your revenge is and maybe you didn't want it cut off, I attempt weakly to pull free and run out the door, although I'm not a match for your strength and your grip is tight, so I bite your arm hard and break free: still turned on, saying "call me" as I leave. You are still in a daze and turn to your side, lying next to you on the white pillowcase is your newly cut off penis. It's beginning to turn a different colour and it has bruises and teeth marks on it. You untie the rest of yourself and ring for the arranged doctor who doesn't ask questions! Almost forgetting you're nearly bleeding to death, you look at the once fresh white towel covered in your blood: you get up and drag yourself to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror and the broken man staring back with blood, no penis and a load of wax crumbling off his chest, he painfully rubs it off and there are red marks from the burning wax left in the pattern of a name spelling Janine, she had branded him. He cleared himself up the best he could, the pain of having his penis cut off was not as important now: he wanted to talk to Janine, who had run off scared at what he might do to her when he really did have his doubts while she was hacking it off him. He walked back into the room, waiting for the doctor. Looking round at the penis on the pillow: it was turning black, Janine's favourite colour. THE END. This story is set in a parallell universe of what might have been. DJAM/GJ/RIP.
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