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I wont castrate you, Karin said with a smile. Until you beg me to. My Mistress was standing naked in front of me, dangling the rawhide cords in my face. She made it clear what she planned to do with them. I didnt have any say in the matter, because I was tied up on her kitchen chair. I had eagerly submitted when she suggested I strip and sit down in that chair. She strapped my ankles to the legs of the chair, and my wrists were joined together behind my back. Karin methodically used belts to tie my legs and arms to the chair, then a rope went around my chest to keep me still. The rope went just below my nipples, which Karin enjoyed pinching and twisting to keep my dick hard. Karin knelt down and placed the bowl of water on the floor. She had dropped the uncured rawhide cords into the water several minutes ago, and now she began wrapping them around my scrotum. I gasped at how tight she was binding my balls. After looping the cords once around my sack, she wrapped them around each ball, squeezing them into their own separate pouches. Then she pulled on the ends, making me cry out. After knotting the cords, Karin smiled and stood up. Lovely, she said, bending over to kiss me. You should notice the shrinkage pretty soon. Slowly, I felt the rawhide begin to tighten. A pain deep within my balls began spreading as each testicle was squeezed into its pouch. I looked down and it seemed as if my balls would burst out of their restraints. They had turned a dark purple as the blood was trapped within. Karin touched my cock, still hard despite the agony below. It excites you, knowing your balls are dying, she cooed, running her finger along the stiff shaft. Knowing you will soon be my eunuch slave forever. By now the pain had spread into my abdomen. Sweat was pouring off my forehead. Please, mistress, I pleaded. Make it stop. Karin smiled and straddled me. Her pussy was dripping wet. She lifted my cock and aimed it between her cunt lips. Karin groaned as her pussy embraced my rigid dick. This is your last time, she moaned, sliding her cunt up and down on my cock. You last orgasm as a complete man. Enjoy it, darling. Despite my pain, I could feel my cum ready to explode into Karin. Her breasts were bobbing up and down in front of me, and she was fingering her swollen clit with her right hand as she gripped my shoulder with her left. The intense combination of pain and pleasure was indescribable. Oh fuck, Im gonna shoot! I shouted. Karin sank down the full length of my shaft, sitting on my trapped balls. Her right hand grabbed my nipple and squeezed hard. I felt my cum spurting inside her in the most powerful ejaculation of my life. Just as I cried out, so did Karin. I could feel her cunt contracting around my cock, milking it of every last drop. She rubbed her clit frantically. I could see her breasts redden with the flush of orgasm, her nipples erect. Gently, Karin released my cock from her pussy. It was slick with cum and her juices. Still semi-hard, it was almost as dark as my balls. Now that the pleasure had passed, the agony in my balls captured my full attention. Karin kneeled down to inspect them, cradling them in her hand. Wow, look at how dark they are! And cold, too, she gasped. I bet they hurt terribly, right? I caught the sadistic gleam in her eye as she examined my face. She had done this before, to other men, and she knew just how terrible the pain was. Yes, mistress, I whimpered. My body was shaking from the pain. The rawhide had cut off the blood completely. My balls were half-dead, but it still would be a long way before the pain subsided. And Karin knew that well. She padded over to the kitchen table, picking up the knife. I still resisted the idea that I wanted her to release me from the awful pain. The castration would be terrible, but at least it would free me from my torment. It would only take a second, Robert, she said, gently running the blade around my left ball. A few quick cuts and youd feel much better. All you have to do is ask. Tears poured from my eyes in frustration and misery. The bitch! She wanted me to be responsible. It wasnt enough to be a eunuch, she wanted to be able to taunt me later, to say that I asked her to cut me. That I begged her to do it. Karin kissed my tears, gently touching my balls. You know you want it, Robby. You know you need me to do it. All it would take is a word from you. I was sick to my stomach. All I could think about was ending the pain. My balls were doomed anyway. My resistance began to break at last. Yes. Im ready. Please cut me, Karin. She smiled wickedly. Are you sure, Robby? Im not sure you really mean that. Yes, Mistress. Please do it. Im ready to lose my balls to you. Karin pressed the knife into the top of my scrotum, making my body jerk. One more time, Robby. I want to be convinced you really mean it. Tell me what you want me to do. Cut me! I screamed. Cut off my balls! Do it now! A searing pain, so different from the dull ache inhabiting my balls, attacked my sack. Karin viciously sliced deep into me, tearing through the cords that once gave my balls life. Blood spattered on her breasts as she emasculated me. The look of ecstasy on her face exceeded that of her most powerful orgasm. This is what Karin truly lived for. I opened my eyes. Resting in the palm of her hand was my bloody, amputated sack. The pain in my groin was still intense, but even now it began to subside. Karin cut the ropes confining me to the chair. She helped me stagger over to the couch, then dressed the fresh wound between my legs. Thank you, Robby. Thank you for the gift of your balls, she whispered, kissing me passionately. Despite it all, I thanked her back. Because I knew it was my fate to be a eunuch slave to Mistress Karin. |