Gilly, Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Janis and I were to meet at the club for lunch and munch the following Wednesday, and I was anxious to tell her just how much progress Brad had made. I also wanted to ask her if she'd discovered ways for Ray to service her once his genitals had been removed.

When Wednesday came I left early for the club, taking the exposed roll of film with me. I really had no intention of ordering Brad to have the film developed at a local store, not because it would save him the embarrassment, but because of the threat to our lifestyle that would present. All I needed to happen now was for some airhead store employee to decide that he or she didn't approve of what two consenting adults were doing, and to take the photos to the police. I was sure that if that happened, we'd be arrested for some sort of public indecency, and would have to leave town in disgrace.

As soon as I entered the club, I walked over to the only booth where there were people sitting. I recognized the two women there, and knew that one was named Shirley, so I spoke to her first. After I greeted Shirley, and had been introduced to her companion, Judy, I asked if either of them knew of a club member who had a home darkroom. As it happened, Judy said that her husband was a camera buff, and he had converted a room in their basement to a darkroom.

I asked her if he would develop some "unconventional" photos for me, and she said, "I suppose you've been hanging your husband by his balls from a tree in the yard, and don't want the people at Wal-Mart to see the evidence." We all had a good laugh at that, and finally I said, "Yeah, something like that. I'd just like to keep it in the family, so to speak. Do you think he could do it and then keep quiet about it?"

She said, "He does just exactly what I tell him to do, and if I tell him to develop your film, then forget about it, that's what he'll do." I asked her how much it would cost, and started to open my purse. She put her hand on mine, saying, "No charge. It's all in the family here, like you said." I sat down beside her and gave her a hug of gratitude, and was only slightly surprised when she pulled me to her and kissed me. I returned the kiss, and when we finally pulled back, was slightly out of breath.

As I looked up, I saw Janis standing there with a smile on her face. She smiled even more broadly when she saw that I had noticed her, and said, "So this is what happens when I don't show up early. Now I suppose you have the hots for Judy and don't want me in your bed anymore." We all laughed at that, since everyone in the club knew how close Janis and I were, and that even if we had an occasional liason with another woman, it didn't mean that we loved each other any the less.

I opened my purse again, and this time brought out the film cannister and handed it to Judy. She told me that her husband would develop it that night, and asked what size pictures I would like. We discussed that for a short time, and when everything was settled, Janis and I walked to our favorite booth and waited to order lunch.

As we waited for our lunch to arrive, Janis started our conversation in usual way by asking, "Well, what did you do to your husband since the last time we met?"

I told her of the "dream" I'd invented for him, then described how very hot it made him. When I described to her how he had begged to be unmanned right then, she smiled broadly and said that she guessed he'd be in the back room right away. I agreed with her, saying that I would probably be making the appointment with Madeleine within a week.

I told her of my "Rule 11", and she was very approving, saying, "You can't do anything any more important with a man than getting him to believe that he wants something like that to happen to him. If he's ever able to talk to you without having a hard-on, and then begging you to bring him down here, it'll be something that almost guarantees he'll soon be feeding Gilly, and what's more, that he won't attempt to back out. If he's begged for something, then his male pride will make him go through with it."

I then surprised her with my announcement that Brad had already begged me, while his penis was limp, to nullify him. She didn't believe me for awhile, but when I told her the story of how I'd used the needles to drain the blood from his cock right after he'd had an orgasm, she said, "That's simply the best thing I've ever heard. What you did to him got his cock limp while he was still aroused from his climax, then he begged you before he had a chance to recover his senses. That's priceless. Dear heart, I just hope that you don't ever feel the need to plot against me. I wouldn't stand a chance." We both smiled, then laughed, at the thought that I would ever do anything against the woman I loved more than any other in the whole world.

I next told her of how I had made Brad provide service by undressing, then kissing and licking, me. I told her that I had made him start with my feet, and felt that if he would lick them when it had been almost a full day since I'd showered, then it was a pretty good demonstration of his obedience.

She agreed that it was a good start, but that I shouldn't think that just because my feet hadn't seen water in 24 hours, they were unsavory to a man's taste. She told me that when she'd trained Ray to foot service, she had worn plastic sacks in place of socks for three days, then made him lick her feet clean.

I told her of how erotic it felt when Brad was sucking on my toes, and asked if she'd ever been sexually stimulated by that sort of thing. She smiled at me, then said, "Yes, my dear. That's called 'shrimping', a name obviously coined by some stupid man. Ray has been doing that to me for quite awhile now, and it not only makes my feet feel better, it usually gets my pussy wet.

I next told her of how Brad had been hesitant to lick my backside, but once he got started had seemed reluctant to stop. She asked, "What did he do when he got to your hole back there?" I replied, "At first he just licked very lightly, but then seemed to get turned on by what he was doing. Before very long he was forcing his tongue in the hole, and then he actually started sucking it. I never thought that a man would do such a thing."

Janis smiled again, then said, "Men will do lots more than that, my love. Judging by what you're telling me, I think that he may just be ready for some toilet training."

I laughed at that, then said, "He's 36 years old. I doubt that he needs to be trained how to use a toilet."

She smiled, then looked seriously at me, saying, "I don't mean you should train him to use the toilet. I mean that you should train him to be the toilet." She watched me intently while I absorbed the meaning of what she had said, then continued, "He's obviously extremely interested in servicing you in that manner, so you should just let him."

When I recovered from my shock at what she was suggesting, I asked, "Are you seriously saying that I should go to the bathroom in his mouth? And that you think he'd let me do such a thing? Surely he'd run screaming and yelling from the house."

She smiled wryly at that image, then said, "Lover, men have served as our toilets for centuries, if not longer. There seems to be something in their makeup that makes them crave anything that comes from a woman's pussy or asshole. Some men will service a group of women until their stomachs swell up like balloons, then run to the bathroom to empty themselves and come back for more. I don't understand it, I just take advantage of it."

I thought about what she'd said for a few moments, then asked, "You mean that you've done that in a man's mouth? You've peed in a man's mouth?" She said, "Yes, that and more. I toilet trained Ray during the first year we were married, and he's serviced me ever since. And it's not only pee that I'm talking about."

Given Brad's obvious excitement while he was licking, tonguing, and sucking my asshole a few days before, I had to accept what she said, but I still had to ask, "Do you mean to honestly tell me that you've shit in Ray's mouth, and that he's swallowed it? Surely that can't be true."

She was serious again as she said, "Believe me, it's completely true. I give him food and drink from my body several times a week, and sometimes several times during any one day. He actually seems to crave what I give him, and resents it when I use the bathroom while at home. I'm betting that Brad will be the same way within days after you train him. It's making you hot to think about doing that to him, isn't it."

She was staring pointedly at my nipples, which were poking against my blouse. As I thought about it, I realized that I was indeed aroused by our conversation, and that my pussy was wet from thinking about sitting on Brad's wide open mouth and giving him food and drink from my body. I asked, "How did you go about training Ray to do it? I think I'd like to try the same thing with Brad."

Just then our lunch arrived at the booth, and she said she'd give me all the juicy details later in bed. "By the way, whose bed is it today, your's or mine?" With that, we put our conversation on hold and directed our attention to the meal. As I was eating, the thought occurred to me, "I wonder what this will taste like when Brad eats it?" Apparently my subconscious mind had already accepted that he would soon be providing toilet service to me, and that it was just a matter of time before he was eating "seconds".

We went to Janis' bed for our "munch" time that day, and wasted no time in undressing one another and then bringing each other to orgasm. As we lay cooling off from our first cum session, I nuzzled her ear and asked, "Will you tell me now how you toilet-trained Ray?"

She laughed and said, "Anxious little thing, aren't you? Sounds like you can't wait to get him under you with his mouth wide open." She paused, then began, "Okay. I knew from the first that Ray liked to eat me. In fact, it almost seemed at times that he'd rather lick my pussy than fuck it. I guess he was always an oral person, in that respect."

"That made my job easier, since after about a year of regular muff-diving, it was pretty obvious that he'd already tasted my pee, even if only in very small amounts. There had been several times that we'd had sex after I'd gone to the bathroom to pee, but hadn't bathed afterwards. It just stands to reason that when he ate me at those times, he got just a little bitty taste of my 'golden nectar', as he calls it."

"When I decided to start his toilet training, I waited until one time when I was sitting on his mouth and he was going at it hot and heavy. When I was sure he was really turned on, I lifted up and told him that I had to go pee, and that he should keep his motor running."

"I hurried to the bathroom and peed as usual, but when I dried my pussy with toilet paper, I was careful to pat my pubic hair dry but not wipe my slit like I usually did. I hurried back to the bedroom and again mounted his face. As soon as I settled into place, he took a lick, then paused as he realized what he was tasting. I was afraid that he was going to refuse to continue eating me, but all of a sudden he started licking faster than he'd been doing when I'd left. After he'd licked for awhile, he started sucking on my pussy hole stronger than he'd ever done before. I knew then that he was going to be drinking it straight before much longer, and I was right."

"Over the course of the next two weeks, I continued to take a bathroom break while he was eating my pussy. After a few days, I began to dry myself less and less, until at one point the pee actually ran down my leg by the time I got back to the bed. Before I sat on his face again that time, I held my cunt above him for a few seconds. You can imagine the thrill I felt when he started licking my upper thighs to get the drops that had run down there. He then pulled me down onto his mouth and really went at it."

"It was the next night after that, when I lifted off him and said I needed to go pee, that he put his hands on my hips and pulled me back down onto his mouth. I warned him that I really did need to go right then, and he'd better let me do it or he'd be sorry. Instead of removing his hands, he just tightened his grip on my hips and then I could feel his mouth open as wide as he could get it."

"That was the only invitation I needed, and I tested him by releasing just a very small amount of urine. He licked that up quickly, then sucked my hole for a second or two before again holding his mouth open. That time, I gave him a whole mouthful. I can't describe the feeling I had as I heard him swallowing what I'd given him. It was the first true training I'd given him, and I knew right then that he was going to be my slave. That's proved to be true."

I was impressed by Janis' story, and thought it was probably true. However, I simply couldn't believe that Brad would be so accepting of a role as a toilet slave, although I was determined to start training him just as soon as possible. The thought of him lying beneath me and providing that kind of service was proving to be more erotic every time I thought of it.

As we were lying there talking softly and kissing, I realized that something had been nagging at the back of my mind for quite some time, and now being here in her bed again made me realize what it was.

As we finished one of our many kisses, I posed my question. "Do you remember the time you showed me Ray's cock and balls in the jar?" When she nodded, I continued, "His cock seemed to be erect, and you said that you had tied it off to keep it that way after Gilly ate it. Did he really have a hard-on when he was nullified?"

She smiled at me, then said, "Of course he was hard. There doesn't seem to be much point in cutting off a limp noodle. He was just as hard as Brad will be when you feed him to Gilly. Why do you ask?"

I said, "Well, you said that you'd castrated him about a year before he went to Gilly. Can a man get a hard-on when he doesn't have balls?"

She smiled at me, then said, "Yes, a castrated man can still get a stiffie. It's just an old-wive's tale that they lose that ability when their balls come off. I know for a fact that a man can still get a hard-on following castration, and I assume that other male animals can also. You should ask Brad if the sheep his sister castrated ever got hard-ons. It's my guess they can. I have to admit that Ray's erections weren't nearly as hard, nor as big, as before I neutered him, but they were still hard-ons. And believe it or not, he could still cum, although the stuff was very watery and there wasn't nearly as much of it."

I found her story surprising, because it went against everything I had believed up to that point. I had always assumed that castrating Brad would render him impotent, but now had to believe what Janis had told me. I resolved to ask him about the sheep when I saw him that night.

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As it turned out, my plans to question him were delayed by something that I had been expecting, but not quite so soon.

I was late returning home from Janis' bed, and was sure that Brad would have arrived before me. As I pulled into the garage, I saw his car already parked there, and hoped that he hadn't wasted his time preparing a supper for me. The late lunch at the club, combined with all the delicious pussy juice that Janis had fed me, meant that I would eat dinner much later, if at all.

I was absent-mindedly thinking of my afternoon with Janis as I walked through our back door, and the sight that greeted me there made me first gasp in surprise, then laugh long and hard.

Brad was standing there totally nude, which was not surprising in itself, as I was making him remain naked most of the time when we were in the house. What was startling was the fact that there was a shoelace tied right behind the head of his cock, and there was a brick tied to the other end of the shoelace. His penis was obviously quite hard, but it was sticking straight down due to the weight of the brick.

The second thing that occurred to me was not as startling as the first, but it was more important. His crotch had been totally shaved, and the smooth area even extended up his abdomen for some distance, and also onto and down his legs.

I didn't say anything, as I knew this was his moment, and I wouldn't provide any prompting. He stood with his arms at his side and began his speech. "Wendy, I love you with all my heart and soul. I am your total slave, and you own every part of me. Most of all, you own my cock and balls. I beg you to do anything you want with them, or to them. If you want them removed from my body, I will willingly and gladly walk to Gilly and feed them to her. Please take them from me and do what you will with them."

He then continued in a lighter vein, "I wanted to be here waiting for you with my worthless little dick totally limp. It simply won't obey me, and I want to be rid of it. I hope you can accept that it is bowing before you, even thought it isn't soft."

I stepped to him and threw my arms around him, hugging him as tightly as I ever hugged Janis. At that moment, I think that my love for him was equal to my love for her. Immediately I also had the thought that she was much the better lover in bed, and if I had to choose one or the other as my bed partner, she would win hands down.

I took me several seconds to collect my thoughts, but finally I said, "I accept your cock and balls as my own. They are to be totally removed as soon as the arrangements can be made. I'll meet with the club President on Friday to schedule your appointment with Gilly. It can't come any less than one month following my meeting with the President, but I'll do everything in my power to make it happen just as soon as possible. I want nothing more than to take you to the back room at the club and watch Gilly eat your little things."

We hugged and kissed then. When we broke the kiss, I said, "Now get that brick off my property. I don't want it damaged before it's time to cut it off. From now on, you are not to do anything with it other than piss through it and wash it to keep it clean. Do you understand?" He nodded his head, then said softly, "Yes, my love. It's totally yours. I'll care for it until you take it from me."

As soon as he had untied the shoelace from his cock, we walked into the living room with his stiffie pointing the way. With every step he took, the thing swayed from side to side, as if keeping time to his paces. I looked at it and tried to imagine what it would look like floating in my jar, with his two balls as companions. I decided that it couldn't happen soon enough for me, and that thinking about holding the jar in my hand, or showing it to my lovers, was making me hotter by the second.

We sat side-by-side on the couch, and made small talk for awhile, which would have seemed pretty funny to anyone looking through the window. I was fully clothed, and probably looked like an ordinary housewife of the area, while my husband seated beside me was completely naked, and his rock-hard cock was throbbing with his arousal.

As we sat there, I told him about the conversation I'd had with Janis that afternoon, and how she had told me that her husband had still been able to get hard after she'd castrated him. I asked him if the sheep his sister had castrated had ever shown any ability to become erect afterwards.

He said, "Oh, yes. Just having their balls cut off didn't have much effect on them that way. It was the same for horses, too. We had one gelding on the farm that seemed to be hard most of the time. I saw him screwing the mares in heat several times, but of course nothing ever came of it. He actually seemed to be more virile than the stallions, and the mares didn't mind one bit that he was shooting blanks."

"I'm sure that if you'd castrate me, but leave your cock down there, it'd be hard for you just as often as it is now. I know that it wouldn't be nearly as exciting for you to do just that to me, and that's why I'm hoping that you'll give it all to Gilly."

I told him there wasn't much chance of me stopping with just his balls. I told him that it seemed much more exciting to cut off a man's penis than it did to just castrate him, and that's what I was going to do, and the sooner the better.

We talked for awhile more, and then watched a news show on television. Soon it was time for bed and I turned off the TV and stood up, and he soon followed my example.

I then took his hand and began walking toward the bedroom. When we walked in the door there, I turned to him and said, "What I said about not wanting my cock and balls damaged before I remove them from you applies only to you. If I want to hurt them, then I'll do so. Right now, I want to hurt them very much. I'm afraid you're in for a long night, my love. Now get on your back on the bed and spread your arms and legs."

It was indeed a very long night for him, although he seemed to love every minute of it. At one point, I had to stuff my panties in his mouth for fear the neighbors would hear him cry out as I experimented with my needles and other toys I found in the kitchen. I had often heard it said that someone or something "squealed like a stuck pig", but really didn't have much understanding of what was meant by that. As I pushed one of my needles into his right nut, and then out the other side, I knew that he was truly "squealing like a stuck pig". It was then that I had to put my panties to use.

It was well after midnight before we again stood in the shower and I drained his balls and his cock at the same time. I almost regretted that in just slightly more than a month, these games would come to an end. As I thought of all the other men in the world willing to have their little thingies used by women, I knew that my talents wouldn't be wasted.

Continued in Chapter 8