Thecia's In-home Service

I go to great lengths to be hard to find. In this business you don't advertise.

A guy who paid me to "cut" him referred a young woman with a cheating and abusive husband to me.

She began with an e-mail and after many conversations we agreed on a price of $2750.00.

This was my regular fee plus an extra $1000. because it was against his will.

I made myself up to look like a brassy blonde. I used colored contacts to change my eye color. All this to make me hard to recognize.

I met her in a coffee shop in New Orleans, she was a cute girl, about my age. She told me that her husband routinely came home drunk , beat her and anally raped her. She wanted him "fixed".

I gave her a sedative to slip into his drink and told her to call me at the motel on my cel phone, when he was in a stupor or at least near to it. She told me that Friday night was his normal night to drink beyond his capacity.

Sure enough my untraceable cel phone rang at 11pm on Friday, he was ready.

When I got there, I parked about 200 feet away and walked to the house. She let me in and we went up stairs to the master bedroom. Her husband, Jerry, was face down on the bed, still in all his clothes and quite dirty.

I carefully slipped the nylon line over his wrists and ankles. I loosely secured them to the bed posts and with the wife's help, gently rolled him on to his back.

I cut his filthy clothes off of him.

I wanted to do the job with him out of it, but the wife insisted on him knowing what was happening. I pulled all the nylon lines tight and secured them well, spreading his legs wide apart. The nearest house was over 200 feet away, so I didn't use my ball gag just yet.

I poured a cup of cold water on his face, but it took two more before he woke up, still in a fog.

Just then I saw his wife, Karen, approach with a huge black dildo. I swung around and stopped her. I told her "No! If you tear his asshole it will mean 911 and questions. Don't do it."

She said "I want that bastard to know how it feels." I convinced her, that if she had to do it, to use her regular vibrator.

Without fanfare, she just jammed the vibrator into his asshole. He screamed so badly that I became worried and decided to use my ball gag. He fought so hard that little beads of blood began to show around his rope bindings. She started screaming at him, telling him that he was scum and that he would never hurt her that way again. She jammed the dildo deep in his ass over and over again. He screamed into the gag every time. With every stroke past his prostate, his cock got harder and even dripped a little precum.

His cock was about standard size as were his balls, although they hung in a long sack. If he were standing they would be real low hangers.

At this point she picked his head up by his hair and slapped him. Then she said "This is Sandy, and she's gonna cut your balls off". I saw the look of fear that I had seen so many times before, when they learn their fate. (Sandy was the name we agreed to use for me)

I asked her if she minded if I drained his balls, I said it helped and made the procedure easier. That was bullshit, I just, as is my practice, wanted to taste the juice from the balls that I was about to cut. (My kinky side).

She said to go ahead and that she was finished with them.

I washed his package and Karen helped me shave him. The fear had cleared his head and he was terrified. She left the dildo in his ass and his cock remained rock hard.

I licked around his helmet, savoring the precum that was now almost running from the tip.

I licked and mouthed his squeaky clean balls and then went down on him in earnest. He didn't last ten seconds after that. A surprising amount of cum came from those balls, but I didn't miss a drop. I swallowed his last load.

Then , in one of the meaner things I've seen , she told him "We were just kidding, she's not goring to cut your balls. She's just going to play with them."

He sighed in relief and I went to work.

I had a local prepared but Karen said "he doesn't care about my pain, don't care about his."

So, I put away my needle and with my scalpel carefully slit the right side of his nut sack. The blade was so sharp that he didn't even feel it. I popped his right nut out and pulled the cord as far as I could. I heard Karen say "she's got your little jewel in her hand and she's going to slice it right off of your body". She was enjoying this.

I tied off the cord as far up as I could and sliced. It came off in my hand. I pulled the smaller, left one out of the same slit and she asked me to rip it off. I couldn't do that, so I ignored her and tied that one just as I had the first. All of this was not an easy task. Jerry was thrashing violently the whole time. I slit the cord on the second one and here was Jerrys manhood in my hand.

I had to move my other hand down to my crotch and with a single touch, I came to orgasm.

I swabbed the area with antiseptic and put a couple of stitches in the slit that I had made.

I told Karen to remove the stitches in three or four days. I reassured her that he would not be violent anymore.

I put his nuts in my preserving jar, walked calmly to my car and drove the several hundred miles home. I was hungry, so i stopped at a raw bar for some oysters on the way.