doing in my man.. ..the true story of a castration pleaser

I write this from by ex husbands loft, all decked in the memories of past Christmases with the kids, and before I got fed up with his greatest fault, failure to be flexible and let me make some decisions. From the office I paid for, to the p.c's, the food on the table to the weekend movies, the wage earner was always, always, me.

I met Roger on an internet website out of Boston in 2000, and I remeber being flooored by his gorgeous loks, the buildd, and his smile. His passiveness I could have done without, for in truth, I like a strong arm to lean on. On a sexual ground, Roger had difficulty keeping up with what is expected, and blieve me, I tried to push him into manhood. His penis was aaaabout three inches when flacid, and he had small testis, about the size of a ten year olds. But my 'man' was thirty four, and much to strapping llooking to be a let down. Even in bed, unless I cleaned myself with a shower, he wouldn't eat me, and I got tired of trying to suck his limp member into a moderately hard six inch wannabe.

On his 33 birthday I invited my friend Diane over, a pretty look alike similar to Cathy Ireland. She was 29, and a litty on the snotty side, but she did teach me tricks and swed me many a good time as we would hide in her attic and watch her brothers shower after high school. Last mlnth, my husband Roger came home early fro work and I treated him to a blowjob, and I made sure I put him in my bedroom without any change of cloths, after the little pipe cleaning I did. little did he know, I had purchased a small 1" doorcam, and after hiding it in a pile of jeans in a basket, my little pleasure act and the most embarassing moments were at hand.

For Diane, and her pretty beaming smile, I taped his measurements with string, tape measure, and I individually weghed his robin-egg sized testicles. I called out theire size and weights like a prize on bingo night, and I recorded my whispers of inticement... "Roger, you have a small penis". I also made Roger state that he kne his penis was that of a small boy, but that he sincerly loved me an needed me.

I also had Roger sign a consent an prenuptial, for the years I spent prior to marriage were for fun and for profit, saving everydime that the cheap s.o.b. gave me, and collecting the returns on all of those unwanted Christmas gifts, for my little reward.

I was able to purchase from a local nurses aide some five finger discount disposable sterile suture kits, lidocaine 1% without epinephrine, a dozen dispoable sterile # 15 blade scalpels, some btadine,4X4 gauze, and 0-) proline sutures with an asortment oc suturing needles and sterile needle holder/driver.

I also purchased some mexico derivd anesthetic/hypnotic like rufinol, or rufees, for the little procedur that I woould attempt. Being a registered nurse, o.r. nurse, and anesthesiologist/nurse anesthetist made me the ideal surgical student. My suplies were quite imprssive if I say so myself.

Friday night, after drugging Rog, I lured him into my bedroom and layed him out on six blankets that overlayed a plastic garnment bag, and I gingerly undressed his boyish toned body, to reveal hi curlled,limp 3 inches and marble size nuts.

I turned on the jazz, lit a few candles, and dimmmed the lights before giving Diane a phone call. "Hi Diane, this is Liz, I remember giggling uncontrollably as i told her to rush on over cause I got roger spread eagle nude, and I promised her little tug and a peek. Within minutes, this girl made it four and a half miles through late afternoon traffic in downtown Boston. The doorbell rang and she stood as gorgeous as ever, and I know I was jealous, even attracted, to her high cheekbones, prety whit gleaming smile, and silky thik shoulder length black hai. She licked her lips, bit the upper lip and smiled asking me for the pek I had often promised.

I walked her to the loft, pushed open the door with a gentle push, and I told her that he was hers for th taking, as I shut her in.

Through the keyholee, I watched her slip out of her leather jacket, and I saw the burgundy teddy drop from her shoulders, and I watched her heavy soft bosom drop to gravity due to the weight of those feminine 38 DD's. For a young girl I watched her act as a women, sweping the long hair from her face as she bent foward reaching with her lips, handless, for his member. Nursing as a lamb for milk, his erection grew strong and he bucked at her yearnings for seed, the harder she nurse, with intermittent tugs, the more h grew in tumescent girth. Lovely, the sucking continued until he was ripe.

I stepped in naked, and infiltrated hiss sack 360 degrees with 25cc of lido, and gave one good injection on the sides of his boy ize sac, for the feast. after fifteen minutes, His blood speckled scrotum was plumb and gordlike, the penile glans just begging fo her taste. I let her suck his a little harder, and she wa instucted to isolate his left testi in the bag. Futile as it was, we both tried in vein to seperate the vas from the back of the testi, rendering him hemi infertile with a feminine tearing of his delicates. The sound of velcro ripping, the once healthy testi was in qustion, and she begged for the attempt on the healthy right. Like an expert, she manipulated the right testi to the surface, pulled it taught, pincehed the vas deferens an proceeded to seperate it from the testi, as my mons began to tingle. The silk was wet, and my scent was overwhelming. After licking me to a climax, and tasting her fancy, I began by cutting a 1 centimeter by two cm slit at the bas of his nut bag and fished inide with my ind finger until I could feel the cords, which I pulled down and through his new ostomy. The pink glistening tunica surrounding his almond ssize orbs was so sexy, and I pulled them down through the opening and out until they were taught. Seventeen times I tied round nd round tight nylon fishing line like suture material until th testiticles were a dark plum, and we cheered in a quiet synchrony the count.....

one..

two...

diane lurched for the scissors and I the other clamps, as I crushed the cord above botyh for the death blow to manhood, fertility, his erection, and hapiness. My destruction at hand was erotic, and all mine. My job. one...two....... THREE!!!!!!!

Yeeeeeeeeeah!!'snip!'snip'.. ooooh. Diane beamed as she held in her soft cupped hands his worthy posessions, his dying testis, and kissed them both with her lips like a new born in his mothers arms.

I cuddled also, as I separated the cord from the testicles, and dropped them into a bowl of honey and cinnamon. after the dip we popped them into our mouths and swapped the love orbs, and we chewed any life , with a squish, and a squirt, out of the juicy manhood tender fruits.

I cleaned and sewed, and Roger did well on Darvocet for a week, never complaining, and to this day he services diane and I as he should, for he knows well the embarrasment of it all, and his worth as a no man.

Any males who are interested in my thoughts of how they could better please their mates, better serve their wives, are ncouraged to have me sever their sensuality.

.............Bostons beautycutter