Jenny says Good-by

There are many things wrong with New York State, taxes, crowding, public transportation, and its Senators, but on a warm fall afternoon in October there is no better place to be. Driving up the Taconic Parkway, Jenny was constantly delighted with the fall colors, brilliant reds, yellows and browns. They have had their cold snap with a killing frost and now were in Indian Summer. Jenny had to keep reminding herself that she had a destination, Springfield, Mass. And an appointment with a couple who were in need of her services.

Just a note: The Taconic Parkway to I90 is an absolutely marvelous drive in the fall. No trucks to dodge, very little traffic once you are north of Poughkeepsie. The road is smooth and the countryside offers one amazing panorama after another. Perhaps not as dramatic as some of the western states, but still worth the drive when the leaves have changed to their fall colors.

Jenny had tapes in the stereo, Clapton, Three Dog Night, the Guess Who and a tape of baroque harpsichord music by Scarlotti. As she drove she drifted into a kind of reverie, the sort of self-hypnosis one gets on long drives. Odd she though, if one takes a tree, say a trident maple (Acer trifidium) and grows it in the ground for a few years, then cuts the top off to a reasonable height, and prunes all the branches back, new small branches will grow and you will have a miniature of a giant tree. Juxtapose this to a male, you partially emasculate him, by removing his balls, and they never grow back, and he is changed. Nature is surely funny, perhaps a great practical jokester. The same with a woman, although the change is not as profound, remove her clitoris and it never grows back, and she will require penetration from some source to relieve her sexual tension after that time. Then she giggled to herself and though: “Unless they are as perverted as I am, and I am perverted.”

Jenny had made contact with the couple in Springfield, Mass, though Hannah, in Philly. Brian and Grace had not wanted to go to Philly, and Hannah wasn’t about to cross state lines for her specialty, so she had referred them to Jenny. Jenny talked to them several times to make sure they were sincere. Jenny told them she was an amateur, but had done several castrations with no ill results, and had clipped several clits, sort of tit for tat. She advised the couple that if this was therapeutic in nature to go to a doctor. No they responded it was a fascination with the subject through reading of EA and similar sites on line, it was something they wanted to experience as a couple, the wife was going to have her clitoris remove as an act of love while her husband’s balls were removed.

The residents of Springfield, Mass do not have the back bay accent of Boston, their speech and attitude is more akin to nearby Albany, N.Y. which is closer than Boston.

What people in other parts of the country take as rudeness, is really just economy of words.

Jenny had a good map and directions to the home of Brian and Grace. She had asked only two things of the couple, pay for her gas, and to let her tape them. She promised their faces would be blanked out. No releases or consent forms, which would not make what she was doing legal in any event. She found the development in Springfield with little trouble. Parked well back in the driveway of an attractive Tudor home. Got her one large bag of paraphernalia and headed for the front door. As usual she was dressed in jeans and flannel shirt. She had arrived just on time six pm, rang the bell.

The door was answered by an attractive couple of about forty years, dressed as Jenny had requested in night-clothes. “Hi, Brian, Grace.”

“Yes” in unison.

“I’m Jenny, your castratrix for the evening, I’m here to cut your balls off Brian.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, then a nervous giggle. “Lets get the stedi cams set up first, Brian could you help me.” Inquired Jenny.

So, for the next few minutes Jenny and Brian lugged equipment in to the bedroom and surrounded the bed with the three low light video cameras. Jenny was delighted with the bedroom’s size, it was extra large, with a stereo and a big screen TV.

Then they all went into the living room, for what Jenny thought of as prep time, time for re-affirmations of their desires. She introduced them to ‘dirty jock strap tea’ so they would relax a bit, then they went through the usual of process that strangers do mindless chatter, while you feel each other out.

When she thought they were sufficiently relaxed Jenny said: “Let me tell you what want done will not do. Brian it will not lengthen your life one little bit. That bit of information is wrong, and is as cruel as prophylactic mastectomy’s for women. It is just an experiment and a way for doctors to appear to be doing something for you. If you are destined for prostate cancer you will get it with or without your balls attached. Eunuch’s, for that is what you will be, live no longer the complete males. What it will do is properly and carefully done give you the most beautiful and intense sexual experience of your life. You will still get erections afterwards, you’re a mature man, only when boys are castrated before puberty do the little stiffy’s not come. Even if you find you can’t get hard, there are drugs, and vacuum pumps available that will help you relieve Grace’s stress when she needs penetration. I know you have told, but one more time tell why do you want to do this?”

As with most couples Brian did the talking while Grace shook her head in agreement. “Jenny we have tried everything over the years. Wife swapping, husband swapping, Grace has tried girls, and I have tried men, but nothing has ever turned us on like the stories on EA. We have role played and pretended enough, it is time to do the deed as it were, get them off.”

“I see, Grace and you?”

“What more could I ask of Brian, then this, to be deprived of his manhood, just for me. Oh, I do love this so. And, just to show him that I understand, I will give up my clit.”

“Had you considered just taking your little man’s hood off, rather than complete removal?” Asked Jenny of Grace.

“Now there is a thought, what do you say Brian, it would still hurt, and you do so love to suck me.”

“Its okay with me.” Responded Brian.

“Think also that when you do get to old to get it up, Grace will still be able to sit on your face. Now, I think it is time for me to put on my drag, may I use the bathroom to change.”

“Why of course” was the response.

Jenny was gone for about a half hour, when she emerged it was like Superman coming out of the phone-booth. Her face was completely made up ala vampira, there was a silver chain running from her nose, to her eyebrow to her ear. Her nipple-less breasts were pushed up and out by a leather corset. Her sex was uncovered and held open by a silver frame which exposed her missing clitoris.

She smiled evilly at the couple and said: “Let the games begin!”

Almost in unison: “Oh my, my.”

“I have a friend back in New York, Judy is her name, she accuses me of using too many 25 cent words, she tells me that I should use more common words so that everyone will understand me, so that is what I will do. I am a really fucked up chick. As you can see I have no nipples, and no clit. When I do get off, it is only with pain, there is a little girl in New York that has made me her bitch slave, when she beats me is the only time I can cum. To punish me she pisses in my face and I cum again. With men, I like to be fucked in the ass, hard, pull my hair rip my ass and make it hurt, that gets me off. Do either of you now have any doubts that I will cut your balls off Brian and un-hood your little man Grace?”

“Nooo, none at all.”

“Good, then Grace kiss me, no not up here, kiss my slit, my cunt.” Jenny said as she pulled Grace into her crotch. “Brian does that make you jealous or does it turn you on seeing your wife eat a girl?”

“Turned on.”

“You’ll do Brian you’ll do. Now lets go to the bedroom, time to fix Brian and Grace all nice and tidy.” Said Jenny with a big grin. “We are going to have tit for tat.”

Jenny arranged them on the bed and had them completely disrobe. She put a cd in the stereo of the Vienna Boys Choir, to set the mood, then a tape of a special sort in the VCR.

“Brian I am going to make this the most exciting evening of your life. When you reach the peak, you will know you can never reach it again, and you will be glad to be rid of your balls. Grace you little man will be set free, when you and Brian comfort one another he will be so happy to take you into his mouth, you will find it so soothing. No more will you run after thrills, because you will know that nothing will duplicate this evening.”

Having said that Jenny then turned on the VCR, which was a compilation of castrations she and Hannah had done. First was a young man begging to be made better, then a couple, ad infinitum. Grace and Brian were turned on. Jenny sat between them on the bed and proceeded to rub xylocaine into Grace’s clit, when she was done administering that she got out her elastrator. “Are you ready Brian, I am going to band you now, you will have twenty minutes to change your mind.”

“I have gone to far to turn back now.” Was Brian’s response.

Jenny had some difficulty getting the band on high and tight as Brian had a purple erection from watching the tape. He grunted a bit as she tied him off, and slipped on the metal band. “There you go Brian, now the two of you lay back and enjoy the show.”

The music, the video, hypnotized Brian and Grace. Then in a silky voice Jenny begin to talk them about being altered.

First Jenny turned to Brian, licked his ear and started on his mind: “See Brian, that young boy wants to be good, he wants to take care of his brother and sister and be kind to his mother, but he knows if he is not altered, castrated, he will not be able to do those things. You want to be good to Grace don’t you?”

“Yes” Responded Brian in a small voice. All this while Jenny was moving his balls up and down the shaft of his penis.

“Grace, that woman on the screen wants to calmer, she wants to join her husband in his sacrifice, you want to accompany Brian don’t you?”

“Yes.” Said Grace.

“Then let me let your little friend free to show Brian you care, ask me to cut you?”

“OH Jenny free me. cut me.”

That is exactly what Jenny did, she quickly and neatly cut the skin covering Graces clitoris off. Grace was numb, but not that numb, she rolled around, and mumbled in pain for two three minutes.

“Quick Grace, embrace the pain, make it your own. Take Brian’s cock in your mouth and suck him.” Jenny grabbed Grace by the hair and forced her mouth onto Brian’s cock. Once Jenny was satisfied with this action, she started to massage Brian’s balls again, by moving them up and down the shaft of his cock. She waited and waited, and finally saw the contractions that indicated Brian was having his last orgasm. Grace was a spitter not a swallower, so she tried to remove her head to avoid the ejaculate, Jenny would have none of that. “No, no Grace take it all and hold it in your mouth. When you think he is done suck some more, then share it with Brian.”

Jenny hit the fast forward button on the VCR remote. The end of the tape was a montage of men screaming to be castrated. Grace continued to suck after Brian had shot into her mouth and did as she was told, once no more fluid came out, she got up and gave Brian the French kiss of his life, he got to eat himself.

“Brian any time now.” Said Jenny.

“No, no I have changed my mind, this was all just a game.” Was Brian’s response.

Grace sat up and inquired: “What the fuck are you talking about, I just had my cunt cut, and swallowed you cum, and you say its just a game, what is this shit?”

“I have changed my mind, I want my balls right where they are.”

“You faggot son of bitch, you just used my mouth as a scumbag, and you say you changed your fucking mind, no fucking way.” Shouted Grace.

“Oh Grace, Brian just has a little case of cold feet here, isn’t that right Brian.” Cooed Jenny, in her best talk your balls off mode.

“No its not cold feet, I don’t want to be altered, it was a bad idea, now I am going to leave and let you two sort it out.” Brian started to get up, but was prevented by Jenny, she swung her leg over his stomach and sat on him facing his feet. Jenny is a big girl.

“Listen mother fucker, you got me cut now you better say yes or there is going to be hell to pay for the rest of your worthless life.” Shouted Grace.

“Shhhhhh” Whispered Jenny softly as she looked at Grace, put a finger to her lips in the universal sign language to be quiet and calm down. “Brian is just a little frightened here and we are going to help him out, sort of help him over his little hump as it were.”

“No I am not frightened, I have change my mind.” Retorted Brian.

“Grace we have talked many times, you, Brian and I, many times, and I have given you every opportunity to back out, and neither of you have taken them isn’t that right?” Jenny asked.

“Yes you certainly have been patient with us.” Responded Grace.

“What has Brian told you and I every time we have talked, that he wanted the penultimate sexual experience, to be castrated in the presents of his wife, isn’t that what he has told you and I both?”

“But I have changed mind.”

“Don’t interrupt Brian, this is between Grace and I, Grace?”

“Yes, we have talked about this for over a year and half, and every time he has agreed.”

“Grace you are such a pretty woman, kiss me.” Whispered Jenny. Grace hesitated for a moment then gave Jenny a little sisterly smack. Jenny pulled Grace’s head gently to her and inserted her tongue into Grace’s mouth, Grace responded.

Jenny explored every one of Grace’s cavities for a full two minutes. Grace, in spite of her pain was responding. Then Jenny broke the kiss and began to nuzzle and lick Grace’s neck and ear. “Grace you know many women can have an orgasm just from kissing another girl.”

“Can they.” Said a now breathless Grace.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Shouted Brian.

“Be still Brian, this is between Grace and I.” Jenny said in a calm voice.

“Please move.” Whined Brian, “I can’t get my breath with you on my stomach.”

“Just be quiet for a moment or two more Brian and it will all be over. Relax, I won’t do any I am not asked to do.” Brian was quiet in response to this statement.

Jenny leaned into Grace’s ear again whispering: “Grace you have such beautiful breasts may I kiss and suck them.”

“Oh my.” Jenny leaned down and suckled first one nipple then another.

“Grace see what is in my hand.” Grace looked and saw an unfamiliar tool shaped something like a pair of pliers, but with sharp edges set at an angle. Jenny opened the jaws and place the razor sharp jaws on Brian’s balls just above the clamp. “Put your hand over mine Grace.”

“What?”

“Brian be quiet, you’ll spoil the mood, if you say another word I will tie you to the bed and gag you. Now I told you I won’t do anything to you unless you ask.”

“Okay” sighed a resigned Brian.

“Grace kiss me again, I like your mouth.” Grace complied they kissed for two or three minutes, probing tongues, soft mouths. “Grace hold my hand a little tighter.” Whispered Jenny as they broke the kiss. “It is up to you now Grace, any time you want, you are the most powerful person in the room. Did you know that some women cum as they cut off a man’s balls, that’s right Grace they cream themselves. Now I want to suck you tits again, they are so nice, I’m getting wet, whenever you feel the urge, when you start cuming from my mouth and the thought of Brian’s balls laying on the bed just give my hand a little squeeze. Can you do that Grace?”

“Yes” came a whispered reply. Jenny expertly suckled Grace’s tits, Grace became wetter, and wetter, then the spasms started. “Oh Brian you promised.” Whispered Grace, then the power overtook her and she clinched both hands hard as the spasm wracked her body. Brian’s balls hit the bed.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, I did it, I cut my fucking husband nuts off, oh Jenny kiss me again please.” Whispered Grace.

“Brian, sorry Grace wanted them gone, she has castrated you.” Giggled Jenny. Brian cried. Jenny and Grace kissed again.