Chapter One

Hi, my name is Shelley and this is the story of how I took total control of a man and eventually castrated him. This takes place over a period of nearly 7 years and it was a wonderful trip for me. I must say that I enjoyed every minute of it and he did too. In fact, we both still enjoy it.

It all started while I was a stripper in a local club. I was 33 years old and had been dancing for a number of years and always made pretty good money doing it. I’ve got a couple of kids and it was the only way I could make enough money. I’m pretty hot to look at with long red hair and a well trimmed bush to match. I’ve got large breasts with prominent pink nipples, nice legs with small ankles and the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen.

Anyway, Bill started coming in occasionally and we hit it off right away. He was a friend of the Club’s owner and they would sit at the bar, drinking coffee and talking. I would always make it a point to stop by and flirt a little bit. He was a pretty cute guy for being around 50 and I’d always rub my breasts against him and ask him if he’d like a private dance. He’d always give me a hug and slip a $20 in my garter but he would pass on the dance.

Well, one night he came in and the owner wasn’t in but he went to the bar anyway and started drinking beer. I said hi but didn’t stop because we were busy and I needed to make some money. It finally slowed down a couple of hours later and I saw he was still at the bar. I thought I’d say hi again, rub my boobs against him and maybe get another $20 to add to my already good day.

He had been drinking for a couple of hours by then and had a pretty good buzz on. He gave me a big hug and put a $50 in my bra. I hugged him back and asked if he’d like that dance finally. To my surprise he said yes and I grabbed his hand and drug him back to the private dance area. It was empty. We were the only couple back there. He must have bought 20 dances from me at $25 a dance. He didn’t even want me to dance, he just wanted to talk and look at my pussy, tits and ass. Finally, the club was getting ready to close and I asked him if he’s like to meet at an all night diner and he could buy me an early breakfast. He said of course he would.

We got to the diner around 3am, ate breakfast and talked until dawn. He told me that he really liked me and was looking for a lady that could help him with his extremely kinky fetishes. He would be willing to do a lot of things for that lady. I knew he was pretty well off and had made a lot of money in the automobile business. Plus, he was a really nice-looking man and he was in very good shape. Not a hunk, but a handsome guy with a nice way about him and a great sense of humor.

As we continued talking, I asked him what kind of fetishes was he talking about. He told me that he had this desire to be abused and used by a woman or women. He couldn’t put it into words precisely but he had tried hiring professional Dommes with no success and was pretty much giving up hope of ever finding the right lady and was about ready to relegate these desires to his fantasy world.

I told him that I didn’t know if I was what he was looking for but I did have a bit of a dominant streak and I loved kinky sex. I didn’t know if I was a sadist or not but the thought of doing certain things excited me. Plus, I was recently divorced and didn’t have anyone in my life. We were both single and I was attracted to him and he was obviously attracted to me or at least he was nuts about my pussy and tits.

We made a date for the coming Sunday afternoon. He had a house on the local lake and we decided to meet there at 3pm. He gave me directions and the code to his gate. We were both tired and decided to call it a night, or morning as was more appropriate.

I got home, climbed into bed and wondered where this would lead…….I’d always had thoughts of dominating a man and doing kinky things to him on my terms but I had never acted on them. Mostly it had been boring vanilla sex with a limited number of guys, most of them pretty forgettable.

When I woke up that afternoon, I got on the computer and started doing a little research on the subject. Wow…….the internet was full of it and some of it was pretty kinky. The more I read, the more I wanted to read. I must have spent 4 or 5 hours on the computer and by the time I signed off my pussy was dripping wet. A good sign that I liked this stuff………..

Chapter Two

Bill opened the door seconds after I rang the bell. I think he was eager. He was dressed in lake casual, shorts, t-shirt and deck shoes. He looked kinda cute. I didn’t know for sure what to wear so I brought a small bag with some sexy club wear in it and I was wearing a mini-skirt, high heels, no panties and a sexy halter top. He whistled and told me I looked gorgeous.

We chatted for a while and I admired his home. He had a great view of the lake and the house was furnished very nicely. It looked to be about 4000 square feet and had an all-glass wall for viewing the lake and sunsets. I was very impressed. He asked if I would like a Mimosa to drink and celebrate our getting together. We both had one, then another and, of course a few more until the champagne was gone. I had a little bit of a buzz going and I could tell he was a little tipsy also. He said he’d like to give me a tour of the house. When we got upstairs he showed me the loft and a couple of bedrooms for guests. He stopped in front of a big floor to ceiling mirror at the end of the hall. He reached around the frame of the mirror and did something. The mirror swung out of the way and behind it was a solid door with double deadbolt locks on it. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. He turned on a light and led me inside.

Wow……..it was a dungeon. The lighting was all subdued and the walls were painted dark red. The floor was a plush black carpet and the room was very large, probably 20 X 30 with it’s own bathroom and a walk-in closet at the back of the room. All sorts of strange apparatus were in the room and there were shelves filled with all sorts of devices, lubes, ropes, chains, cuffs, collars and things that I had no idea what they were. I was nearly speechless. I couldn’t think of anything to say except that I thought it was unbelievable. Nobody would ever guess. He told me that this was his fantasy room and he hoped I wasn’t turned off by it. Turned off, hell I was turned on. I knew this was going to be fun.

I asked him what exactly did he think he wanted me to do. He sat me down on a padded bench and then sat on the floor in front of me. He said he wanted to be abused, humiliated and all of his sexual parts tortured. He wanted to drink my pee, be smothered by my pussy and ass, be forced to lick my pussy and ass, have steel rods shoved down his dick, have his nipples abused and rubbed raw, have his balls crushed, slapped, punched, stepped-on, stretched, tied up, kicked, beat and anything else I wanted to do to them. He wanted me to feel like I owned him and could do, or make him do, anything I wanted. There would be no ‘safe’ words or limits on what I wanted to do. I could bring other women over, or send him to them, for whatever they wanted to do to him. He said he felt like I would be the perfect woman for this and he said I was gorgeous and had the type of personality he had been looking for.

I didn’t really know where to begin but I was excited about the prospect of it all and knew I would figure it out. Plus, I was truly looking forward to doing nasty things to him. I’ve always been a little dominant in my relationships with everyone and the thought of causing pain to a man’s private parts was making my pussy very wet.

I sat there for a long time, not saying anything, just thinking of how to get started. Finally, I looked him in the eyes and told him to get naked and lay on the floor, legs and arms spread. I also told him that whenever I did anything to him, no matter what it was, he was to thank me by saying “Thank you Miss Shelley” and accord the same courtesy to any of my lady friends. He nodded his head in assent as he started taking his clothes off and lying down on the floor. He looked pretty good naked. Nice chest hair and not too much of it. A nice tan with bathing suit tan lines. A nice-sized cock, maybe a little bigger than average. Of course, it was hard as a brick and that might have helped the illusion. His balls were fairly large and tight against his body. All of his pubic hair was shaved smooth. Not a hair from his belly button to the crack of his butt. I was going to really enjoy this.

I stood up and walked over until I was straddling his chest. I could see his eyes move to my pussy. I moved back a little and started rubbing my high heels roughly over his cock and balls. He immediately started moaning. I rubbed a little harder and his moans increased. His cock was as hard as a brick. I gave him a few kicks in the balls and he kept his legs spread apart like he was asking for more so I gave him some more. I was really loving all of this. He kept thanking me every time my shoe kicked his balls. I could feel serious sadistic tendencies welling up inside me. I wanted to hurt him and he wanted me to. The perfect storm.

I told him to get up and I wanted to tie a rope around his cock and balls and then I was going to lead him around the room and he was going to show me everything and explain what it was for and how to use it. He eagerly jumped to his feet and grabbed a piece of rope for me. I wound it very tightly around his cock and balls and left myself about a 4 foot piece to lead him around.

He had quite the collection of equipment and toys: An old fashioned gyno exam table with stirrups and belts to secure the subject to…A cock and ball torture chair that he would sit backwards on and his cock and balls would protrude through an opening and then they could be clamped in place… A massage table with strategically placed holes that he could be tied down on and secured until he was not able to move…. A leather sling that hung from the ceiling that he could be put into… A cross in the shape on an X that he could be tied to for whippings…. Numerous pulleys in the ceiling over the different pieces of equipment….All sorts of rings in the floor, ceiling and walls that could be used to secure him…. A large apparatus that consisted of 2 vertical bars about 7 feet high and a crossbar at the top that was about 6 feet wide and had an electric hoist connected to a movable bar for hoisting him up in the air. It also had numerous eyebolts for securing him upright in a spread-eagled position…. Numerous face-sitting devices and also a toilet his head could be secured into for golden showers. The shelves were filled with toys, ropes, ball crushers, nipple clamps, dildos, whips, canes, vibrators, handcuffs, ankle cuffs and ball and cock beating devices of all shapes and sizes. One entire section was filled with medical equipment, including needles, catheters, sounds, speculums, rubber gloves, alcohol pads, forceps, medical restraints and lots more. The bathroom was fairly large and included a very large, 4’ x 6’ tile shower. The closet was a small walk-in but there was nothing in it. He explained that when he met the right lady he would fill it with outfits, costumes, high heels, boots and nylons. He hoped I was that lady. I assured him that I was. He told me that he would arrange for an unlimited line of credit with a couple of shoe companies and also with 2 or 3 companies that specialized in sexy clothing, nylons, bodysuits and costumes. I could go online and order whatever I wanted.

I led him back into the main room and told him that I wanted to really hurt him right now and that, once I started, I wouldn’t quit until I was ready to quit. He nodded his head and seemed eager to start. I thought to myself that we’d see how big of a masochist he was in a few minutes.

I secured him into the gyno chair, with his legs in the stirrups. I took off the rope I had tied around his cock and balls and replaced it with 4 or 5 small rubber donuts, of which he must have had over 100 in a box. They really made his balls swell and they instantly started turning purple. I put a blindfold over his eyes and went to the shelf and found a small whip, a wooden meat tenderizer, a small rubber mallet and a medium-sized butt plug. I pulled a small folding chair over between his spread legs and laid my implements of torture on a small shelf under the exam table.

First thing I did was stick the butt plug in his mouth and tell him to lube it up good with his saliva. I then jammed it into his ass while he moaned very loudly. That prompted me to go over to a small stereo he had in the corner, find a CD of Enya to listen to and turned the sound up very loud. I figured that would drown out his cries and moans. I really didn’t want to listen to him right then. I wanted to enjoy what I was going to do.

I looked over my toys and decided to start with the small whip. It was only about 15 inches long but it must have had 30 leather lashes and felt fairly heavy. I swung it into his nuts at about half strength. He twitched a bit and thrust his balls forward for me. A good sign. I increased the strength and he didn’t move, even though he was twitching and jumping with every blow. I finally started swinging it with all my strength and he still didn’t move but the jumping about had increased. I kept it up for perhaps 10 minutes before switching to the wooden meat tenderizer. Wow, what a difference. I could feel it impact each ball and he was trying to put his legs together and the moans and cries were easy to hear over the stereo. I decided that I would work on one ball at a time. I varied the intensity from a light tap to a very hard blow and the tempo was about 3 seconds between blows. 10 minutes per testicle seemed about right. By the time I finished with the second testicle you could see that they were both swollen and getting bigger by the minute. How exciting. His cock had shrunk quite a bit and I decided it needed some attention so I went back over to the shelves and picked out a couple of thick dowel rods that were about 12 inches long with black tape wrapped at one end. They looked like they would make great cock beaters. As soon as I was back in my chair I held his partially limp cock up with one hand and started beating it with the smaller of the two dowel rods. Amazingly, it started to get hard again. Go figure that out. I increased the blows and switched to the heavier rod. It got harder yet. Wow, he really was into receiving pain and I was finding a part of me that I didn’t know was there. I decided that every time his cock started getting soft I would beat it hard again. Finally, I picked up the rubber mallet. It was pretty heavy and the head was about 4 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. I held his balls in my left hand and brought the mallet down hard on his right testicle. He cried out in pain. I switched to the smaller, left testicle and did the same to it. Once again he cried out. I was getting so wet that I feared I would slip off the chair. I started a steady tempo. First the right ball, then the left one. I increased the strength of the blows until I was using almost all my power in every blow. His cries had turned into screams and I could have cared less right then. I was really into this and didn’t want to stop. His balls were both the size of tennis balls by now and they were black and blue and starting to get mushy. I finally stopped beating them and went back to beating his cock hard again. It had also started turning black and blue. God, this was so much fun and I was getting so horny that I couldn’t stand it any longer. I untied him, took off his blindfold and told him to lay on his back. I was so ready and so horny.

I straddled his face and started to lower my wet pussy onto his face. I couldn’t help but notice the tears streaming down his cheeks. I must have caused him considerable pain, enough to bring tears to his eyes. For some reason that made me feel very good.

I ground my sex onto his face and open mouth. I yelled at him to lick it good or I’d beat his nuts until they split. He licked furiously and wave after wave of unbelievable orgasms rippled through my body. My nipples were on fire and my clit was throbbing. My God, these were the best orgasms of my entire life. I was on fire with desire. I wanted to hurt him some more. I reached behind me and grabbed his swollen balls and squeezed them as hard as I could. He licked me faster and I kept squeezing. I have no idea how long this lasted but it had to be at least an hour, maybe more. When I finally got up, his face was covered with my juices and I noticed that he had cum all over his belly. He looked up at me and smiled and told me thank you at least 50 times………Thank you Miss Shelley, over and over. I was in heaven. This guy was not only allowing me to abuse him but he was thanking me for it.

As soon as I stood up, I could feel the urge to pee. This was as good a time as any, I thought. I told him to put his head in the potty because I really had to pee. He eagerly crawled over to the potty and put his head in the opening. I sat down and let my bladder go. I could look between my legs and see my pee going into his open mouth. He swallowed all of it and then asked if he could be my toilet paper. Duh, of course he could. It sure beat using that nasty toilet paper. How handy it was going to be to have my own, private, traveling toilet.

By now, it was after 6pm and we were both famished. Bill said he had some steaks in the refrigerator, makings for a Caesar salad and some great French bread. We broke open a bottle of red wine and he started fixing us dinner. He turned out to be quite the cook and dinner was delicious. After eating we went out to the deck with our glasses of wine to watch the sunset over the lake. It was absolutely beautiful.

As we enjoyed the view, I asked him what he was expecting from this if we stayed together for a long time. He said that if it worked out between us he would take care of me in many ways. He’d buy me a house, a new car and set up a trust fund so I would always have some income coming in. In return he wanted me to keep doing what I had just done to him but he would like it to escalate to more and more bizarre, painful and humiliating things. He didn’t know what his limits were but he felt as though he didn’t have any. Despite his cries and tears today, he loved every second of it and wanted more and more. He said he had always felt that men’s sex organs were outside their body so women could control them by easily causing pain to them.

On my way home that evening, I thought about all that had happened. I had found a new guy that was pretty special. He was going to take care of me. He wanted me to hurt him in any way I wanted and I had found out today that I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t wait to get him tied down again and torture him even more than I had. I was going to write scripts for every time I saw him and they would be different every time. Inflicting pain on his cock and balls had really turned me on and I loved peeing in his mouth and he even thanked me for my pee.

Before I left, we had scheduled another session for the coming Wednesday evening and he was hoping I could spend the night. I would find a sitter for my 2 kids and would spend the next 3 days thinking up all sorts of diabolical things to do to him. I was also going to order some stuff from those websites tonight and get overnight delivery so I’d have them by the time I saw him again. Just three days. I could hardly wait.