Fondue

My problem is that I like to masturabate at least once a day. Even if I think of sports, or politics, I still wake up in the middle of the night or morning with a hard on that prevents me from rolling over. My wife thinks that I am impeding emotional progress by simple animal repetition.

20 years ago, I realized that I had a naturally wire body for life, (genes);and women and guys sought me, especially since I was psychologically able to be a Top, particulaily a Bottom. I liked to have my large cock, large balls, tits, and round ass whipped, etc.!! And to control a bad girl if need be, for a controlled session.

This was all clandestine of course, as I had other societal pursuits.

I was shocked when my other half said she wanted to secure more loyalty. She wanted me to become a unnuch, gelding, to be neutered and therefore more loyal, like a gelded horse, or a neutered dog.

After it was done, in a week or more I would not feel deprived, but freed from my compulsion. What; I would be more exonerated to play the piano, to paint, write poetry, to vex the urge to reproduce.

I found myself excited, (ironic isn't) as I lay shaved and exposed with my legs held wide. The cutter was very experienced, but he was into the wife's desire for symbolic gesture.

My balls were paddled until, using my sadisitic urgings, they were quite swollen. A hypo with a few mm of wine at 99'F were inserted into each testicle.The hypo slowly withdrawing. My balls were being marinated and tenderized, and my cock was bursting to come.

Not to be.

Not the bertuzzi, not the slice and dice, but..........neatly stitched.

I am a consistent lover now, and much less anxiety ridden.

Loving Tongue

PS- I might take estrogen to keep the bone mass up, (or work out more). Tits would be a bonus. Although, I'll probably wait 9 years until I retire before I go that route. Variety is the spice of LIFE.

And info is the key!!