This is an attempt to write my first story.

My wife, Betsy and I have a very healthy sexual relationship. We have been married for a little over ten years and have two great children. My wife is gorgeous and always will be in my eyes. We have really kinky bedroom fantasies but rarely act out on them. My usual fantasies are two women, watching her with another man, and getting castrated. My wife’s fantasies involve another man and her being my mistress.

            Most of the time we act out our fantasies in the bedroom, Betsy has a collection of leather clothes, whips, handcuffs and other toys. And I have some toys that I use on her during our love making sessions to help the fantasy of another man. All of our fantasies have stayed in the bedroom. There is a bookstore near our home that we go to on Friday nights. The store is owned by two women that are fairly descent looking. I have given them an eye more than a few times. Its right off the interstate so all kinds of interesting people are stopping in all the time. We have been getting our videos and toys there for a while.

            As soon as Betsy and I shared our fantasy of my castration and her BDSM desires our playing took a new turn. She began showing up with new toys, devious toys like this thing called a humbler, and a CB3000. She also found some websites that had BDSM videos on them. She subscribed to one and started to watch it all the time finding new ways to torture me. Eventually Betsy was becoming pretty good friends with the store owners. When we would make our weekly trip they would sometimes joke about the “fun” I was going to be having that night.

            When she would tie up she would often joke with me about cutting off my balls since we already had two kids, what did I need with them. Then on night we got to the store a little late and the owners were locking up. But since we are such regular customers they let us in. After we looked around and picked out a video to get they said they had something to show us that was really cool, but that we had to keep it a secret. So into the back of the store we went and in a locked room was the chair apparatus. I asked what the heck did it do.  They then explained that a man would sit on the chair and put his balls through the hole in the chair. The balls would be pulled down by a loop. And inside the chair was a wheel, kind of like the one on wheel of fortune expect you put in a spring loaded blade into one of 10 slots, or more than one. Then you would spin the wheel and when it stopped pull the trigger and there was a chance you would be castrated.

            My wife immediately said I should try it. I wasn’t so sure but with some coaxing the next thing you know I’m up there and the wheel is spinning. My wife pulled the trigger and luckily it wasn’t in the right spot. My wife went on about it for the next week. Every night that was the topic of our fantasies. Then next Friday came and she talked me into it again. But this time I got to have one of the owners and my wife before I got on the chair, under the pretext that they could put two blades instead of one. Once again the blades weren’t in line.

            This went on for a couple more weeks each time my wife would have to talk me into with the help of one of the owners but I would eventually succumb. Finally my wife and both owners agreed to a foursome as long as there were five blades. And sure enough when I got on the chair this time I wasn’t so lucky, my balls fell into a well placed jar, And while one of the owners tended to my wound the other one put the jar on a shelf in a cabinet with many other jars of balls.

            My wife took care of me while I healed and soon found a coworker to start taking to the store and help her with her needs. I knew it would not be long before his balls to would be on the shelf.