My wife couldn’t understand why I had such a strong fascination with being castrated by her.  I tried to get her to play castration games, assuring her I didn’t really want to lose my balls, just to believe that she really wanted to take them.  She just couldn’t bring herself to participate.  Needless to say, our stalemate led to much frustration in the bedroom.

After a particularly strong persuasion effort on my part one night I was amazed to have her angrily say that she would do it one time only if I never brought it up again.  But she surprised me even more by saying that I better be serious because we were going to do it her way and that involved a game of chance that might really cost me my balls.  I readily agreed to any conditions she wanted to set.

The next night I found her ready to play the game.  She had placed a heavy cardboard box on our bed that had 3 holes cut in the top and 3 access holes cut in the side.  She told me that she had placed  dull knives in 2 of the holes that couldn’t even cut thru warm butter, but the third knife was her sharpest and would easily cut my balls away.  She then tied a string tightly around my ball sack and instructed me to select a hole to sit on and drop my balls through.  I chose number 3 and carefully lowered my string tied balls thru the opening.  She looked at me with a slight smile and asked if I was sure I wanted that hole.  I said yes and she fed the string out thru the front of the box and handed it to me. 

I was now sitting with my back to my wife, holding the string that was tied tightly around my balls.  She instructed me to pull the string tight, stretching my balls down away from my body.  I felt her reach into the box and lift the knife to my ball sac.  I realized then that I had a one in three chance of actually being castrated in the game I was playing but felt confident that my wife would never really castrate me.  So, while I was a bit apprehensive about my situation, I was excited to play this game.

As I felt the knife press firmly against my helpless balls my wife reached into hole number one and pulled out a dull knife, laying it on the box beside me.  “Your odds of losing your balls just rose to 50% lover, do you want me to proceed with your castration fantasy?”  The excitement of possibly losing my balls was too great to back away from now.  “I’ve wanted this too long baby, let’s play” were the words that came out of my mouth. 

She then pulled the knife from hole number 2 and laid the second dull knife on the box beside me.  “Pull hard on your string” she whispered.  Then she pressed the knife in hole number three tighter into my stretched ball flesh and slid the blade thru my sac in a clean motion.  My balls dropped away and came out of the box dangling on the string that held them firm. 

“Why?” I asked my wife as the pain began to burn in my groin.  “Your fantasy, my game, your bad luck” was her answer.  “Now I’ll never have to listen to you whine about your castration fantasy again”.  My wife helped me through the healing process, but my life will never be the same.  So much for “lucky in love”.