Claire , well she,s 18 years old about 5' 8" 38 DD breasts   and an extremely sexy waist to hip ratio that all men seem to notice wherever she go,s , it,s something she just can,t hide not that she bothers to that much , when I first saw her standing at a bus stop about fifty metres away her curves bursting from her tight jeans instantly my cock lept as if pulled up on a string.
I also could,nt fail to notice her longish red hair that cascaded over her shoulders  and her face it was prim demure and bookish with black framed spectacles and her expression one of blaiseness , despite this it was still gorgeous with perfect skin and teeth and lovely big brown eyes.
I had to have her ,what should I do My intial reaction was to go straight up to her and make smalltalk and then turn on the teasing charm, but I know from experience this method only gets me results on maybe 1-2 in 10 girls and I could,nt risk it .  I needed a sure thing way of meeting and befriending her.
So what did I do ? Well what any castration fantasy obessed man had to do I followed her discreetly  and found out where she lived, studied played and worked it took me about four days of tireless efforts.
She had a part time job at a local dance class ,this was the opening I was looking for . I signed up  and enivitably I got to meet her and dance with her ,I decided it best to continue playing it cool and show her no signs of interest beyond learning to dance If anything I would tease her when ever the opportunity arose , sometimes about her over long hair whipping me in the face when she turned or having to dodge her protruding breasts.
After each class she usually took the bus home , no boyfriends seemed to be on the horizon the obvious ploy would of been to offer her a lift home, instead I always left before her and drove off quick like I was in a hurry to be somewhere.
About after five weeks of this I decided to make a move  , I  pretented to have car trouble and asked Claire to for help after a hesitant moment she obliged me by trying to start the car whenever said , soon the apparent fault was fixed  , I thanked her and suggested  given her a lift home which she declined , damm as the bus was  just coming , (bastard bus drivers) .
Well from this moment on I teased her mercilessly about her car lift insecurities, until one night she succombed and said yes I,d like a lift, to which I replied sorry I can,t tonight I,ve got a date.
Well  eventually I did give her a lift home  and she talked about her hopes ,posh family and money difficulties.
I asked her how much she got for each hour of dance class , and she said £4 per hour £5 on a saturday. Well I give dance class owner £ 10 per hour  so why not cut her out and you teach me directly For say £8 per hour , I,ll have a couple of two hour sessions a week for starters are you interested?
Well  very soon my private dance lessons began. At my house  she,d teach me for one hour , stop for a short break , chat and then continue.
It was very hard to stop myself from showing obvious trouser dept excitement whenever she held me by the waist or she gazed into my eyes with her concertrated look. But I knew I had to stay cool intil the time was right, this wasn,t some strumpet who,d get excited in a minute by my fantasies.
I don,t know how much detail I should give you I don,t want to bore you too much with everything that passed between us.
Anyway the time came when we were first name terms and she would sometimes stay and have lunch or dinner with me afterwards and I,d also some nights share half a bottle or so wine with her.
Then one night I decided it was now or never I must turn the conversation over to relationships and sex. I mentioned I never seem to fall in love with any girl no matter how attractive and seemingly perfect for me and that I only seem to enjoy being with cruel bitches but even these seem to have little hold over me , this line got her very intrigued and she questioned me throughly, slowly over the corse of an hour and much wine I revealed my castration fantasy. If she was shocked She did,nt show it but seemed fasinated and wanted to know everything , well I ,d normally have taking her home hours ago but she just didn,t want to leave.
I decided I didn,t want a drunken girl playing a castration role play with me , so I took her home anyway.

Well the next time we met if we met would tell all , was her interest just drunken fun would she be repulsed by the idea when sober? When our next lesson came I mentioned nothing about it to see what she did. Though there did seem to be something different about her she seemed to have more makeup on and her dress had a revealing sexy slit and her eyes seemed intense and her hands seemed to hold me tighter as we danced.And yes my dream hope came true as during our after session winddown she crept back onto the castration topic tentively then confidentely.
It was late maybe 10.30pm but once again she showed no interest in going home. She was focussed on all the usual questions a naturally curious girl would be, Why do men want this , why do they enjoy it, how is it done, why do men come, who has been castrated,  what method would I like, What sort of women do I want to be done by, What happens to the balls, are castrated men no longer men, what are they, lots more questions , but the must important one seemed to be When she could play this castration game with Me, she looked at me with her sultry smouldering eyes my resistence was fragile.

I told her maybe she didn,t quite understand I said for me Castration Play was 40/60 serious v,s fantasy with the emphasis on fantasy. That If I knew for certain that once I was tied up I,d be castrated then I would,nt want to play. For me it was the possibility,the exposure to risk that being tied up ,teased psycologically torchured a little and then milked with the threat of castration having over me that threw my switch into delirious gulfs of pleasure nothing more , did she understand ? Its hard to explain esp when your,re vacillating yourself between playing a role play and wanting the real thing , esp when you your dream castatrix is ready and seemingly willing. When she,s sitting next to you and all the magnetic pulls of her shapely intoxicating femininety are inticing you to this madness, like a werewolf at full moon her limbs and curves and soft seductive voice seemed to animate my cock and balls,to possess them to her perposes, how does a mortal man resist.
Ok I thought lets puts her to one more test , so I spent the next half hour showing her pictures from the internet of castrations , open up scrotems , balls on platters etc and some how to basic surgical procedures, then I told her how I wanted her wait until I came to tease me lots before she milked me- but that the chioce to castrate me was hers even if in the throws of pre orgasm bliss I tell her to do me I,m NOT SERIOUS that she must control her urge to castrate me (not a lot to ask I know).She says She understands me completely,not to worry.

I was a little surprized at how favourably she responded to these pictures and stories, Not that she was,nt in control she appeared cool ,no modesty blushes or anything perhaps a her breathing quickened a little no more.
MY bed is a French iron frame affair ideal for being tied down upon. The ropes were military bootlaces, But first I told her wear a dress I had bought for just such an occasion a satin black vampire gothic bodice type that had the following affect upon her figure It made her already impressive boobs swell out to hypnotic proportions , it even more emphasised her wide voluptuous hips revealed heaps of thigh flesh intermitently between movements through twin open plackets on e on each leg. Well what more can I say the sight of such breast and leg flashing from her dress soon put my underwear under stress. I was a porn for her disport. I could tell she liked the dress it seemed to give her a whole new more emboldened persona.

I showerd and changed to my best power dress business suit I had,nt had sex in two months and had,nt even wanked in weeks ,soon I would be tied up and she,d be pullin off my clothes , did I really want to go ahead with this "game"  but any last moment doubts went as soon as I thought of Her lips and hands on my cock and balls, besides she,s a middle class girl of very good family she won,t hurt me if the worst is about to happen I,ll just scream for her to stop.
I went into the bedroom she was sat on a couch opposite the bed the bootlaces in her hands. What Am I to use to castrate you with,she said , Damm I had,nt thought of that and went into the kitchen to find the bluntest smallest knife I could  a small pocket knife with a 2" tapered blade. This I left upon the fireplace and stood before her waiting for her to make the first move. She stood up and gently  pushed me back against the bed frame, then told me to take off my jacket slowly and go lie down upon the bed.
I soon felt her hands wrap the bootlace around my wrists  she made a through job of securing my first arm perhaps too through the first warning signs perhaps then she seductively walked to the other side of the bed and began to secure my other arm . I  thought why not tease her a little here and tried to get loose for a couple of minutes and took the opportunity to grab and squeeze her breasts and run my hand down her legs she  enjoyed this tons but eventually she overpowered me by sitting opon my chest with her pussy almost touching my chin grinning at me like a sex kitten tomboy the whole time.

The moment I was secure a Big smile went across her face , there was no doubt at all she was relishing this.
Her hands began to play with my hair , I told her to touch her breasts and squeeze them and to dangle them close as possibly to my face without letting me touch them , Ok I,ll do what you say....for now anyway.
My manhood was aching for her touch and she knew it but she would,nt touch me there directly her hands would just caress me up and down my legs and chest.
Please I asked rub my package , feel my manflesh finger my balls.  After maybe ten seconds fake hesitation her hand does so through my trousers and soon it delves into my opened zipper then begans to pull off my belt and pull down my trousers . Lick me Claire lick my shaft hold the balls that are yours to collect if you want too , now ! I need your soft tongue snaking all over me get me ready for your knife, but please wait till all my seed is out before you denut me.
Would she actually put her precious pure lips to my cock this was a tentative moment ,but she did so without delay this girl was suppose to be shy I thought she,d perhaps wank me at most , but instead began to altarnately suck kiss lick and swirl her tongue upon my cock while her hand held and occasionally give my balls a little squeeze, this combination always was hard to resist (how did she learn this) and I had to fight hard the urge to spunk into her mouth , I normally have excellent ball control and can fuck for ages if if feel like it and most normal blow jobs don,t get me for at least twenty thirty minutes but this was different this was my fantasy.
But somehow I managed to hold off orgasm and she seemed surprized that she had,nt got me already because she said , Why  hold back let yourself ejaculate, I don,t know why but I find it sexy when girls use formal words like ejaculate.
Look I said your very good at this  I know you want to make me come as soon as possible but this is My once in a lifetime fantasy so slow down a little and frustrate me and  , give me a chance to regain my control,  Ok only because you begged me she said.
Well what do you want me to do , she said I told her that I find  womens hip proportions extremely sexy so I,d like her to move her hips from side to side and to lean from one side to the next while sitting one the bed ,and then to move about on her hands and knees while playing with her dress and boobs.  About ten minutes lator I told her ok go and get the knife and practice holding my balls ready while sucking  my cock and holding the blade point against my cupped balls after about five minutes experiementing she became quite good at combining all three.
Now the rest is up to you no further instructions I stated ,I think you know what to do, she nodded and I lay back my head pressed into the pillow wondering what she,d do next.
She put down the knife  it didn,t seem so blunt against my balls and started to undo her bodice I watched as for the first  time in our nearly three month association   I saw her breastworks without their defences, my cock which was prettly much rock hard most of the time began to hurt with the frustation and my balls twitched anh she let her hands slide over her thighs and hips , God the mad urge to inseminate her instantly over and over again rushed through my mind like a fire.
But this was something that would never happen some parts of my mind were acquiescing to the possibility of inescapable castration, at her hands , some parts even said surely this would,nt be so bad, while others thought let it be over at last, another part said once more she,s just playing her part well it won,t happen to Me surely human nature is,nt that cruel, but still I was a helpless male in the power of a young woman , a young impulsive woman.
I decided to ask her please untie me and let me fuck you first then you can castrate me. She never responded her previous seminal fluid extration method began once more  and I was lost in the pleasures of the moment , I watched Her work on me but it made me even more excited so I had to look away  occasionally she,d stop for a moment look me in the eyes sweetly then continue her task, After about another five minutes of this I resigned myself to just enjoy it come what may , the pleasure was just intense My breathing became fast and with every movement of her tongue and hands the urge to detonate onto her tongue to feel my seed flow for the last time engulfed me I started to moan quite loudly for the first time since she began  , then something happened which surprized me, her breathing became very heavy and her bosem was heaving and her expression became less spiritual and more animal passion  and the knife was suddenly pressed into the position I,d shown her its point finding just the right spot without effort.
There was nothing I could do I remember I was staring at her thighs and knickers where she,d pulled up her dress for comfort and listening to her breathing as she sat alongside  me on the bed her leg flesh against mine  her captivating breasts just hanging in over my cock , her eyes looking up at my face between mouthfuls, my balls and cock were soaked with her saliva.
I think I said just before the moment of orgasm , you dirty bitch ,you dirty hussy bitch castrate me, castrate me........ and then my cock started to pulse and the stuff that signalled my manhood poured up my shaft in quick long spurts  at the same time I was moaning like crazy and thrashing around as much as my restraints allowed this was surely the best orgasm of my life , eight maybe ten long pulses of seed  followed by about twenty seconds delicious afterglow, which was nearly as nice, ( usually sex is a five second affair for me), as this was happening Claire, the sweet thing let it fill her mouth while her hands struggled to keep position with the knife upon my balls.
At last my pleasure subsided and I felt the knife be pushed into my sac, it hurt but the skin remained unbroken , then she tried again the blade pushed downwards this time in a motion designed to open my sac without going in deep , it was oblivious she was try to open it but with her hands and my genitalia a mass of saliva it was too slippy , she began wipe my nutsack with some tissue and soon repossitioned the blade for the angled insertion , this was it she was going to nut me....I was obout to be castrated by a girl who would go on to have maybe hundreds of males as her sexual playthings ...I should of tried to stop her to say no at least and tell her I want children please stop.
But no words came from my paralysed mouth, the blade grazed into my ballsac it hurt one more push would open it and I,m sure that once she,d squeezed out my balls nothing would stop her......suddenly...(and this is Gods truth)... there was a very loud bang on the front door.
She imediately stopped and ask me who was that ...I had no idea.. but well lied and thanked god for the delay.
It must be my brother sometimes he stays here when his argued with his girlfriend I said.
She had an ashen look come over her face and without even going over to the window to check she bagan to untie me . I was so happy to be free I didn,t even check my balls I knew they were still attached, alittle blood I could deal with.
I think she relised her mistake when I did,nt even bother to go to the door , I just looked out of the window  halfway down the street was a group of drunken teenagers obiviously just having fun on their way home and since my house is a terrace street house my door wasin easy reach , the bedroom lights must have attracted them, thank God for dumb louts I thought to myself.
Well did,nt hold any grudges against Claire , after all what girl can resist when given such an opportunity.
As I took her home I asked her had she enjoyed herself and how much on a scale of one to ten did she wont to castrate me, after some thought she said Ten , so I asked her why didn,t you  just push in the blade ,her replie well I was trying to castrate you without killing you ,that was my only real worry ,I don,t know If I should tell you that all I could think off was feeling your deskinned balls in my hand still attached to your body by their cords and squeezing them to mush.
O my god she should,nt be like this.
Anyway with a huge effort I managed to suspend all contact with her , and its been over 18 months now and sometimes I still think of her I , but thankfully my castration play is far more fantasy then reality these days. I like pleasure too much to make the ultimate  sac-rifice. Well not yet anyway!