Chapter 1

August 28, 2027

I recently found a bundle of letters my aunt had written to an advice columnist many years ago, along with the replies that had come back to her. The contents of those letters, and what they implied, left me in a state of shock for many days, but now that almost a year has passed since I first read them, I've come to not only accept those implications, but to be consumed with curiosity. That's why I've written this story, and why I've posted it on this particular Website. I hope that some of you who read this can offer me the type of advice that can come only from people who frequent this site. Once you've read this story, I'm sure you'll understand just why only the members of this forum are so uniquely qualified to help me.

First, if I may, allow me to sketch a short history of the relationship I had with my aunt.

I was born in 1999, and was an only child. Since both my parents needed to work in order to support the family, arrangements were made for my mother's sister, who was 30 years old at that time, to care for me during working hours, and she did so until the time I was a teenager, which would have been around 2013, I guess. In fact, I spent so much time at my aunt's home that in many ways I considered her just as much my "mom" as I did my actual mother.

Unlike my mother, Aunt Stacy didn't need to work outside the home, since her husband had inherited a large sum of money a couple years after their marriage, and he'd used it to establish a chain of fast-food shops. The income from his business was more than adequate to allow them to live a comfortable lifestyle, and for her to have the free time to look after me while my mother worked.

Everyone who knew Aunt Stacy and Uncle Dan always said they were made for each other. Their devotion to one another was easy to see, and in all the years I knew them, I never heard a harsh word or saw an angry glare in their household. I guess their marriage has served as a pattern for my own, much more than that of my own parents. And now that I've learned something about their relationship that I'd never suspected, I'm wondering if that part of it is something my husband and I need, too.

Okay, that's the background, except for one last thing that's needed to explain why I came to be looking through my aunt's very-private correspondence. You see, both my Aunt Stacy and Uncle Dan were killed in an airplane crash just about a year ago. Since they never had any kids of their own, I was named in their will as their heir, and that's how I came to be preparing their house for sale, and how I found those letters.

The letters were written to an advice columnist, as I said, whose pen name was "Dear Gabby." Her column hasn't been in newspapers for several years, but I gather from the letters that her name was "Gabriela," and that's where her nickname came from.

So, with no further delay, here are the letters, just as they were written by my Aunt Stacy and Dear Gabby. The first letter was dated September 14, 1996, and the last bore the date of June 4, 1997.

"Dear Gabby,

I never in a million years thought I'd ever be writing to an advice columnist, but here I am doing it. There is really and truly no one else I can talk to, and once I've told you why I'm writing, I'm sure you'll understand.

You've said dozens of time in your column that there's no way to ever shock you again, since you've received letters on every subject under the sun. Well, I'll bet you've never read one like this, so prepare to be shocked.

I want to ask for your advice about something that involves my husband. We've been married for slightly more than five years now, and I recently found out he's been having an affair with a woman who manages one of his shops here in Denver. When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted it and swore he'd never, ever do it again, but I'm still mad as hops at him, and all I can think about is getting even. And that's why I'm writing to you.

You see, what I want to do is something like what Lorena Bobbit did to her husband, if you know what I mean. Are you shocked now? :-) Anyway, I want it to be different than when Lorena did it, because I want my husband to ask for it, as a way to make up for his being unfaithful to me. Do you see the difference? My way is better, isn't it, because it means he'll accept that he's in the wrong, and wants to make it up to me. Not only that, but once he's been 'fixed' he won't be running around on me again, will he?

Okay, if you're still with me, this is my question: Can you help me convince my husband that he needs to have a penectomy to make up for being unfaithful? If you can, I'd sure appreciate it, because right now he agrees he deserves it, but just can't bring himself to ask for it.

Hopefully yours,

Stacy"

The reply from Dear Gabby was dated more than a month later, and the long delay is explained in the second letter in the bundle. It's dated October 15, 1996.

"Dear Stacy,

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. My first reaction was that your letter was some sort of joke, but I was so intrigued by the subject that I did some checking to verify the information you'd included in the footnote of your letter. My snooping around (very discreetly, I assure you) confirmed that you're a real person and that your husband really does own a chain of restaurants. There was no way for me to tell whether or not your husband actually had an affair, but since everything else you told me checks out, I'm just going to also accept that part.

That's actually only part of the reason for the delay. The main thing that kept me from writing back right away was that I simply couldn't 'handle' the idea of a woman wanting to give her husband a penectomy to punish him for his infidelity, as well as prevent the same thing from ever happening again. It actually took about two weeks of constantly thinking about the idea before I began to realize it's really and truly the perfect solution, as I'm sure you already know. I've heard of men being castrated in instances like yours, and always thought it was pretty much simple justice when a wife resorted to that type of revenge. However, now that I've had almost a month to think about it, I've come to understand your way is much better. When your husband gets his just desserts, he'll still remain very much interested in sex, but will never again be able to find relief for his desires and lusts. It's perfect, isn't it?

Now, as to how we can get him to not only accept the idea of a penectomy, but make him actually beg for it, that's going to be a little more complicated. I have to admit such a thing has never before 'come up,' to coin a phrase. ;-) However, that doesn't mean that two smart gals like us can't solve this problem, does it? There has to be a first time for everything.

Okay, here's what I think you should do. First, you have to talk to him constantly about how much more you'd love him if he accepted the sort of punishment you want to give him. Even more important than that, though, is that when you're having your 'little talks' with him, you simply must keep him aroused at all times. As mature women, we both know that all men are prisoners of their balls, and that most of the time that's where their brains are. ;-) Just remember the old saying, 'A stiff cock has no conscience,' and you won't go wrong. Keep him good and hard while you're giving him your little pep talks, and let me know how it works out.

Please note the different e-mail address on this letter. If you use that one, there'll be no problem of my staff members reading your letters, and giving away our little secret. I just can't tell you how exciting this whole thing is, and I'm waiting on pins and needles for your next letter to tell me how you're coming along.

Expectantly,

Gabby"

Again there was a break of almost a month between letters, and when Aunt Stacy sent her next e-mail, it was dated November 10, 1996.

"Dear Gabby,

I can't tell you how happy it made me when I got your letter. I guess I was just afraid you'd delete the one I sent you, and then I'd be stuck here with no idea what to do. Anyway, thanks a bunch for writing and giving me your wonderful suggestions.

The very night I read your letter, I put your ideas into practice. When Dan and I were in bed, I got him all hot and bothered, and then started telling how much better it'd be for us if he had a penectomy. I kept him right on the edge of cumming for hours and hours, all the time telling him over and over how much better looking he'd be without that ugly thing hanging off him, and how hot it made me to think of him like that.

By the time I finally let him squirt, he was almost out of his head, he was so hot, and all the time he was cumming I kept jacking him off and whispering, 'I need to hear you ask me to cut it off.' He didn't do anything like that, of course, since it's still too soon. But he did say 'yes' over and over, which was a big step for him, wasn't it?

I told him when I found out about his affair that he'd never be able to screw me again, and I've been using that as another reason he doesn't need his dick. I told him he could keep giving me oral sex, and since he's always liked going down on me, he wasn't all that disappointed. In fact, he's always been much better at licking than fucking, if you know what I mean. I've always thought that his tongue was his best sex organ, and when I've been talking to him over the past three weeks, I keep telling him it'll be even better for me after he's had his penectomy. I really and truly think he's starting to accept that, and surely it won't be long before the butcher knife comes out, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you about how we do it, to see if you think I'm doing it the right way. The problem before was that Dan would just scoot down between my legs to eat me, and that meant he could rub his dick on the sheets and cum that way. I didn't like the mess in the bed, of course, but even more I didn't like it for him to cool off before I'd finished brainwashing him. So now we do it differently.

I make him lie on his back and then I sit on his mouth, and that works lots better for us. I hadn't realized before just how much better it is when I can move around to sort of guide his tongue where it needs to be, but there's a huge difference. If you've tried it with your own husband, then you know what I mean. If you haven't, then I can highly recommend it. :-)

Please let me know if you think we're on the right track here. Your letters mean more to me than you'll ever know.

Love,

Stacy"

The next letter from Dear Gabby came in less than two weeks, and her approval of Aunt Stacy's suggestion was pretty obvious.

"Dear Stacy,

Boy, were you ever right!! I'd thought of doing it that way, but never had the nerve to actually sit on Garth's face and make him do it like that. God in heaven! He'd never, ever made me cum like that, and I can tell you for sure, that's the only way he's going to be doing it from now on.

Believe it or not, it seems to make him hotter, too. That tells me that he's what's known as a 'closet masochist,' which is a person who has those tendencies, but has yet to act on them. I've been wondering if you've noticed anything similar in Dan? If you have, then it would be a big step toward your goal, because it would mean that he already has the need to be punished, and with just a little bit of convincing, you could probably make him want what needs to be done to him. Give it some thought, girl. ;-)

To answer your question, yes, I do think you're on the right track. I'm sure it'll be a long process, but I'm betting that in less than a year from how, you'll have your own personal eunuch. Doesn't that sound just yummy?

Keep up the good work, Stacy. Just remember to keep him hard, and if you think he has those tendencies, then use them as much as you can.

I just can't wait for your next letter. This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me.

Love,

Gabby"

After that, they exchanged letters regularly, usually with no more than a week between them. Aunt Stacy confirmed that Uncle Dan did, indeed, have what Dear Gabby called "masochistic tendencies," and she began to use his desires for punishment and pain to convince him that he needed a penectomy, not only to make up for his infidelity, but to make him a better lover.

There was one letter in particular which seemed to illustrate how exciting their relationship had become, and I'll include it next, followed by Dear Gabby's reply. It should be easy to see the direction both women's relationships with their husbands was headed.

This letter is dated January 22, 1997.

"Dearest Gabby,

I'm so glad to hear how your lovemaking with Garth has improved over what it used to be. However, I think you give me too much credit for all that; you probably would have discovered, all on your own, just how fun it is to use a man for your own pleasure. I love it that you haven't let him cum for more than a month now. That's pretty much the same shape Dan is in, although he's probably closer to six weeks. Sure makes them more attentive to our needs, doesn't it? :-)

I want to tell you about a new wrinkle that we've added lately. You remember me telling you that I've been sitting on his mouth backwards for several weeks now? Like I said, when I do that, I usually reach down and really give his dickie and nuts a good working over, but never enough to make him squirt. Well, about a week ago, he left his trousers lying on the bed, and when I saw them there when I was riding him, I thought of something new we could try.

So, I took his belt out of his trousers, and . . . Now, don't get ahead of me here!

Yep, you've guessed it. I started whipping his cock while I was riding his tongue! God, but he just about went crazy! He was moaning and whimpering to beat the band, and all the while his tongue was going sixty miles an hour. Then all of a sudden he spread his legs as wide as he could get them, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to start whipping his little peanuts.

That felt so good, and made me so hot, that I just couldn't hold back any longer, and I came all over his tongue. Apparently I had pressed my crotch real tight against his face, and since his mouth was locked on my pussy and his nose was buried in my bottom, he couldn't breathe. When I finally lifted up, he gasped for air over and over, and I was sure he was going to pass out.

He was limping all over the place the next day, and said he made up some excuse about hurting his leg when he went to work. Get this, though. When I asked him if he wanted me to do that to him again, he looked at me with pure love on his face and just said, 'Please.'

I guess there's no question he has those masochistic tendencies, is there? I guess there's also no question that I have the other kind, either. Surely a woman who likes to whip her husband's cock and balls could safely be called a sadist, don'cha think? :-)

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you about the new wrinkle, and that's it. If you want to try it on Garth, go for it girl! :-)

All my love,

Stacy"

Continued in Chapter 2