Gilly, Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Milly's visit to our house to give Brad a checkup was set for a Friday night, two weeks and three days before his visit to the club. We began crossing off the days on our refrigerator calendar the day after Madeleine had made his appointment, and it seemed that a week would pass before we could mark off the next day.

We spent our nights with him pleasuring me, and me "punishing" him. It was obvious that he didn't think that the things I did to his cock and balls were the least bit like punishment, but that's what we called it. His arousal seemed to know no limits when I pushed the needles into his things, and even the sight of his blood draining in the shower seemed to make him hotter.

His toilet training advanced quickly, and by a few days before Milly was to visit, he was taking my full load of piss. He had learned to swallow much more efficiently, seemingly a case of "practice makes perfect." My pauses between mouthfuls became shorter and shorter, and I was sure that before much more time had passed, he would be able to handle my continuous stream. His training had advanced to the point that all I had to do was snap my fingers and point to the floor to make him lie down and open his mouth.

He had begun to make attempts to service my asshole as he licked me. The times when I made him undress me slowly and kiss and lick everything he uncovered were especially devoted to his worship of my ass. I usually was on my knees, with my head on the bed at those times, with him between my legs. As he kissed, licked, and sucked back there, I would reach back and spread my cheeks to grant him greater access. I'll never forget the first time I had an orgasm while he was devoting his oral attentions to my asshole.

He had been servicing me in that way for several minutes, when I could feel my orgasm begin to build. That hadn't happened before, probably because I didn't consider that part of my body as particularly erotic. It was obvious that Brad had other ideas about it, though, as evidenced by his enthusiasm while doing it.

He had finished kissing and licking my crack and hole, and was concentrating his efforts on forcing his tongue as far into me as he could. This time, he seemed to be probing deeper than ever, and that was when I began to feel my excitement begin to mount. When he had his tongue in my hole as far as it could possibly go, he began to move it back and forth. I began to rock back and forth and moan with the pleasure he was giving me, and that seemed to spur him to even greater efforts.

When he withdrew his tongue and locked his mouth around my asshole, I was just moments from cumming. As I felt him begin to suck, the first wave struck, and I could feel my pussy start to spasm. He seemed to suck harder than ever right then, and I suddenly felt my anal sphincter flex. The thought that I had actually shit in his mouth seemed to put me over the edge, and I cried out with the strength of my climax.

As I recovered, I could hear him swallowing, and then he resumed his sucking, as if eager for more of what I had given him. I lay down flat then, and rolled over on my back. I saw that he was running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, and then swallowing again.

I asked, "Did you get what you wanted, lover?" He looked momentarily embarrassed, then answered, "Yes. Thank you for giving it to me. I've wanted it ever since you told me about Janis' husband providing 'full service' to her, and that you hoped I'd be able to do that before too much longer. Now that I've finally had my first little bit, I want it even more."

I said that we'd take it nice and easy, since we had lots of time. I told him what Janis had said about Ray following her around the house, begging for food and drink from her body, and how he resented it when she used the toilet in the bathroom instead of his mouth. He said, "I can understand why he does that. Your pee tastes wonderful, and I can't seem to get enough of it. I just wish you were able to save all of it for me."

"Now that I've had my first taste of the other part, I know that I like it too. There wasn't much taste to it actually, but the incredible part is the texture. It was as smooth as silk, and felt really good in my mouth. When can I have some more?"

I told him that would happen all in good time, and there was no need to rush things. He asked me if I had climaxed when he was sucking my hole, and I told him that's indeed what had happened, and it was because of that he had received his little "snack". My calling it that seemed to drive him to greater heights, and he began to beg me to say when he could receive a "full meal". Again I told him to just be patient, and that all good things come to those who wait.

I said to myself that it would happen sooner than later, since I now knew that he had located a brand-new erogenous zone on my body, and I was going to lead him down the path of exploration of that area. It was just one more example of how truly useless his penis actually was, and I was more sure than ever that it was a poor substitute for a his tongue and mouth.

I had told Brad to make arrangements to take the entire day off work on the Friday that Milly was to visit. We slept a little later than usual that morning, and when he tried to interest me in sex before we got out of bed, I told him that he had too much to do to be just lying around, and that he needed to get started on it.

As soon as he had prepared my breakfast, I gave him a list of housecleaning chores that he was to do. I sat at the kitchen table eating, listening to the sounds of the vacuum cleaner running in another part of the house, and again thought that slavery wasn't so bad after all. Especially when I wasn't the slave.

Because the curtains needed to be opened while Brad worked, I allowed him to wear clothing in the house. It seemed odd to see him in any state other than nakedness when he was indoors with me, but I thought that this one minor change in my rules was okay. There would be plenty of opportunities to again enforce the "no clothes" rule when the housework was done.

Milly was to join us for dinner, and had been invited to arrive at 7:00. Since the fall season had already arrived, the skies were nearly dark when I heard the doorbell ring. We had bathed and I had dressed a couple hours earlier, with Brad being required to remain naked as usual. He had been in the kitchen most of the time since then preparing the meal.

I was sitting on the couch watching television when I heard the bell, and was very close to the front door. It seemed a good time to assert my authority with my husband, so I called to him to open the door and admit our guest. He came to the living room and was almost to the front door when he suddenly realized that he was naked, and he stopped and looked at me with an imploring look on his face.

I just motioned him to the door, pretending interest in the news show that was just ending at that time. He finally turned and again walked to the door. When he opened it, he stood behind the door and peered around the edge. I could see Milly standing there, and saw that she was waiting for Brad to invite her in.

I realized then that he had never before seen Milly, and had no way of knowing whether this woman was our expected guest or some stranger. His penis was so shriveled that it was comical to see, and I began to laugh. Milly looked my way then, and when she saw me said, "For Heaven's sake, Wendy. Is your man really that afraid of little old me?"

She recognized Brad from the photos I had left with Madeleine, and that had then been shown to anyone in the club who had any interest in them. She looked back to him, then said, "There's no reason to fear me, young man. After all, it's your wife who's going to take you to the back room, not me. Now, do I get to come in, or not?"

As soon as Brad realized that this really was our expected guest, he said, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Please come in." As Milly stepped into the house, he closed the door behind her, being careful to remain out of sight from anyone looking on from outdoors. It was plain to see that he was embarrassed by his nudity in front of this woman who he had never seen before, and who looked for all the world like an old-maid school teacher.

I realized then that I had never before noticed the difference in Milly's age and mine. She had always been just another nice person at the club, and since I hadn't been sexually attracted to her, I hadn't judged her appearance very closely. As I looked at her now in this new setting, I could see that she was at least ten years older that I, and maybe as much as fifteen.

Even given that, she appeared to be in great shape, with not an ounce of flab on her body. I could tell that she was not wearing a bra, and that her breasts showed no sign of sagging. As I made that appraisal, I realized that I was becoming slightly more interested in her from a sexual standpoint. Maybe Brad would finally get to see me making love to another woman on this very night. It would certainly be an entirely new experience for him, and that was kind of ironic, since I remembered that most of what he and I had done, and planned to do in the very near future, had come about because of my interest in getting him to accept that very thing.

Brad was standing behind Milly, holding both hands in front of his crotch to shield his nakedness there. She turned to him and appraised him for a few moments, then asked, "Just what is it that you're so ashamed of, young man? I assume that your wife ordered you to go about the house in the nude, and therefore she expects all parts of your body to be visible to any guests here."

She glanced over her shoulder at me, and I immediately said, "Brad, place both hands behind your back and keep them there until I tell you otherwise." He quickly obeyed, and Milly turned back to him and pointedly stared at his genitals.

Finally she said, "Good Lord! No wonder you want it removed. I don't know that I've seen such a small penis on any male older than twelve years. Is it always so pitifully shrunken?"

I smiled inwardly and said, "There's no question that his penis is smaller than normal. In fact, there have been many times when I've allowed him to put it in my vagina that I really couldn't tell when he'd done so. I had no difficulty selecting a jar to hold it after removal, since it's so tiny. I think a pill bottle would have been large enough."

I then stood and walked to her, giving her a hug and kiss of welcome. She returned my kiss with more ardor than I had expected, and I once again thought that this evening just might turn out to be more interesting than planned.

Milly then turned to Brad and stepped closer to him. She took his cock in her hand and fondled it for a few seconds, and when it started to swell, said, "Well, at least it's not dead yet. Maybe he'll actually be able to feel the things you're planning to do to his cock and balls in just seventeen more days."

I said that there were times when he seemed to be able to feel my attentions to him, but I was sure that he simply couldn't feel pain the way a woman would, and that was probably due to the fact that men were much lower on the evolutionary scale than women. Milly agreed with my assessment, and we continued in that vein for a few more minutes. Finally I decided that Brad had been humiliated sufficiently to put him in his place, and suggested that we go to the dining room and talk while he served dinner.

The conversation during the meal centered on fairly mundane matters, and was really not much more than ordinary girl talk. What made this dinner unique when compared to thousands of others being eaten at the same time was the fact that the host was naked, and after he became more familiar with his guest, whose penis was slightly more than semi-erect.

We finished the meal and continued sitting at the table talking while Brad cleared away the dinnerware. When he had finished with that chore, and finished cleaning the kitchen, Milly said, "Now I think it's time that I examine your husband to see if he's fit enough to feed Gilly. After all, we wouldn't want her to become ill from eating tainted meat, would we?"

We both got a hearty laugh from that, and Brad stood beside the table looking sheepish. Finally, we stood up and I asked her where she would like to do the examination. She replied, "I think the bedroom would probably be best. He'll need to be lying prone for part of it, and the bed would serve for that purpose. Of course, we could take him out in the back yard and make him lie on the picnic table. Maybe he'd prefer that. What do you think?"

After we had shared another laugh at his expense, I told Brad to lead us to the bedroom. Milly stopped to get her purse and soon we arrived at the room. She told him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then sat beside him. She took a stethoscope from her purse and listened to his heart and lungs, then used a blood pressure cuff to test that part.

She pronounced him fit in heart and lungs, then told him to lie on his back and spread his legs. As soon as he had complied, she began to inspect his cock and balls, again wasting no opportunity to comment on their small size and apparent uselessness. I joined in, and soon Brad was blushing, even though his dick had now grown to almost full size as the result of Milly's attentions.

As she inspected the head of his cock, she noticed all the bruises where the needles had penetrated and exited. She said, "I assume these are due to the needles you've been using on him. I thought those photos of him you took to the club were priceless. Everyone that looked at them got a good laugh at the expression on his face, and I'm sure that some of the wives got an idea or two to try at home that night."

Brad hadn't known that I had taken those pictures to the club, and that they were available for everyone there to see. He looked at me, hoping I'd say it wasn't true, but all I did was just nod my head. I saw him blush again as he thought of all those women who had seen him standing there with needles pushed through his cock head, and his face easily identifiable.

Milly asked me if I had used the needles anywhere else of interest, and I told her how the ones I pushed through his balls seemed to give him more pain than the ones I ran through his head. She said that was usually the case, and offered the example of a man being kicked in the balls as compared to his being kicked on the head of his cock. She said the testicles were much more sensitive, and that they were a good means of controlling a man's behavior.

She then asked me if I'd ever run needles through the area right beneath his cock head, which she called the frenum. I said that I hadn't, to which she replied, "That's just about the most sensitive area on his body, next to his balls. Would you like me to demonstrate?"

I jumped at the chance to have her show me new places to torture Brad, and opened the nightstand drawer and took out the small bottle where the needles were stored. Instead of taking the bottle from me, she said, "We probably should tie him down, and maybe even gag him. I'm sure it would upset the neighbor's to hear him screaming and yelling."

I told her that the ropes I'd used on him last time had been taken back to the garage, then ordered Brad to hurry to the garage to get them. He got up and left the room with no hesitation, which caused Milly to ask if our garage were attached to the house. When I told her that it was a separate building in the back yard, she complimented me on the level of training that was apparent in his obedience, saying that very few men would walk outdoors naked in a suburban area, even at night.

We discussed some details of Brad's appointment while we waited for him to return. Less than two minutes later, I heard the back door open and close, and then he came into the room holding the lengths of rope that I had used to tie him spreadeagle to the bed several days ago.

He immediately reassumed his position on the bed, and then spread his arms and legs toward the corners. Milly laughed as we secured him with the ropes, and said, "You have a real treasure here, dear. I don't know when I've seen a man so cooperative. Of course, he has no idea what I'm about to do to him. If he did, he might just have kept going when he left the house to get the ropes."

As soon as he was securely tied, Milly and I stood beside the bed looking down at him, commenting about his minuscule pee-pee, and saying how stupid it looked as it bobbed up and down. As we talked, I saw a drop of pre-cum appear in his slit, and knew that he was becoming aroused enough to "enjoy" what Milly had planned for him.

She said, "I think we should gag him. Do you have something we can use?" I told her that I'd used my panties last time, and she said that was an excellent idea. "I really think we should get undressed anyway, since we'll probably get blood all over our clothes if we stay dressed. What do you think?"

I agreed with her, and began to unbutton my blouse, stopping when she placed her hand on mine and said, "Let me do that, love. I've wanted to undress you since the first time we met at the club, and I just can't let this opportunity go to waste. May I?"

I dropped my hands to my side to grant her free access to my buttons, then thought to say, "Only if you'll let me undress you. You're not the only one who enjoys the sight of a female body in the nude." She laughed softly, then told me to please do that.

Our blouses touched the floor at the same time, and we stood looking at each others breasts and hardening nipples. I had been right in my earlier guess that her breasts were still firm, and I couldn't resist reaching out and softly caressing them. She returned the attention, and soon I could feel that familiar stirring in my crotch as my arousal began. The quick erection of her nipples told me that she appreciated my efforts as much as I appreciated hers.

We seemed to simply melt together, our arms wrapped tightly around each other and our lips pressed tightly. She began to insinuate her tongue into my mouth, and after my initial surprise, I allowed it passage. I had never been all that fond of "French kissing", because it seemed like more of an invasion than a passionate thing. However, Milly's kiss was very passionate, probably because she moved her tongue very slowly, and not like some over-excited snake as I had experienced from other lovers.

She broke the kiss, then sank to her knees facing me. My slippers were quickly removed, and then she pulled down the elastic waistband of the pants I was wearing. Instead of removing my panties as I expected, she began kissing my stomach and crotch through them. That too was an entirely new feeling, and one that I found to be quite sensual. The feel of my silk panties sliding slightly due to the pressure of her tongue, and the trail of warmth, quickly followed by coolness, that her tongue left, was arousing. When she placed her hand between my legs and gently moved it to the side, I immediately spread them. Her tongue then concentrated on my crotch, and again the feel of being licked through my panties made me even hotter.

She then moved her head away from my crotch, saying, "I think your panties should be nice and wet for him now, don't you lover?" I looked down at her and nodded my head, and she slid them off me.

Milly stood with my wet panties in her hand, and then leaned across the bed. She said the single word, "Open", and when Brad's mouth obeyed, she wadded then into a ball and stuffed them inside it.

As I looked at her leaning across the bed to gag my husband, I fell to my knees and began to remove her shoes and socks. She remained in position by placing both hands on Brad's chest. As I looked up, I saw that she was using the finger and thumb of one hand to pinch and pull the nipple that was closest to her.

I returned my attention to undressing her, and soon had her reduced to wearing nothing but panties. I had never before had any interest in any lover's backside, and had never associated that area with eroticism. Now, however, I recalled how Brad's ministrations to me back there could arouse me, and I began to see her butt as more than just something she used when sitting.

I placed my hands on her hips and then moved my face forward to her ass. As she had done on my front part, I now did on her back part. That she found my attentions to be arousing was soon confirmed by her slight moan of pleasure. I continued to tongue her pantie-covered butt, even paying homage to the crack, and finally to her asshole. The tonguing there seemed to arouse her even more, and she spread her legs to allow me even more access.

I could resist no longer, and reached to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off her. When she started to move, I again placed my hands on her hips to hold her in place. Once again, I kissed and licked my way from the top of her crack to the bottom. Suddenly I understood Brad's fascination with servicing me in that manner, and I had to agree that it was turning me on equally as much as it was Milly.

She again spread her legs as I began to concentrate on her hole, and then lowered her head to the bed and brought both hands around behind her. I wanted her to spread her cheeks as I always did for Brad, and was even more aroused when she did so. I moved my head away slightly to gain a better view of this beautiful sight, and instantly identified with my husband's loving devotion of my own backside.

I quickly moved my face back into position and began once again to lick her asshole. She sighed contentedly, and then when I began to insinuate my tongue inside her, she moaned with pleasure. I knew then what Brad meant when he said that what I had given him was as smooth as silk. When I brought my tongue back into my mouth, I could feel an identical sensation of incredible smoothness covering my tongue and then the sides of my mouth.

I again forced my tongue into her, this time trying to get it deeper than ever before. Remembering how arousing I had found it when Brad had flicked his tongue back and forth when it was in me, I tried to repeat the action now. My reward was an even louder moan from Milly, followed by the rhythmic rocking of her hips. She began pressing her ass against my face, and I wrapped my arms around her hips even tighter and pulled her against me.

As my tongue reached its maximum extension, I heard her moan loudly and then gasp. I felt her spasms begin, and knew that she was having an orgasm. Apparently she had found my ministrations as arousing as I had found Brad's, and I was myself aroused to such a height that I was secretly wishing she'd reward me as I had him. That didn't happen, though, and soon her hip movements slowed and then stopped.

After she regained her composure, I picked up her panties and stood. I walked around to the other side of the bed and removed my panties from Brad's mouth, then replaced them with Milly's, saying, "I know how much you like smelling my asshole, lover. Now you can smell hers for awhile to see if you like it better than mine."

I looked down at his crotch to see his cock jerking back and forth wildly, trailing its usual strings of pre-cum. I knew that the show Milly and I had put on had aroused him tremendously, and he wanted nothing more than to be allowed to cum right then.

I looked up at Milly, and asked, "Wasn't there something you wanted to show me? Something that would make him squeal like a stuck pig?" She smiled at my words, then looked around for the bottle of needles. When she saw it again, she opened it and handed one to me.

She indicated his penis, then said, "Show me which part of the head you use for the needles, then put one in where you think it hurts him the most."

I held the needle against the side of his cock head, then very slowly began to push it into the flesh. Before it was in even 1/4", he was groaning in pain. By the time it had reached the center of the head, he was trying to move his body away from my hand, but the ropes would not allow him to do much more than flinch. He continued to groan as the needle passed even farther in, and then when it finally emerged from the other side, I could hear him trying to cry out through his gag.

Milly smiled at the reaction my efforts had produced, then said, "Now compare that reaction to this, and see which you think hurts the most." She took another needle from the bottle, then took ahold of his cock with her left hand and held it firmly against his abdomen. I saw Brad raise his head as far off the bed as he could as he tried to see what she was planning to do to him. Her promise that her efforts would be much more painful than what I had done had frightened him, because he once told me that when I had first run a needle completely through the head of his dick, he had felt that he was going to pass out from the pain.

Milly indicated the area immediately beneath his cock head, then said, "Now watch closely, lover. As I said, this part of a man's penis is the center of stimulation. That means there are more nerve endings here than at any other place on the worthless little thing."

She inserted the point of the needle just barely under the flesh, the pushed it ahead about 1/4". She then pushed down on the back end of the needle and pushed the point forward again, causing the point to exit his flesh. He was already groaning and thrashing around on the bed much more than he had done when I had impaled him, and it looked like this new area was indeed more sensitive.

Milly again inserted the point under his flesh, and again pushed it ahead 1/4" before bringing the point out again. She continued in that manner until the needle had passed from one side of the frenum to the other. It looked for all the world as if she were making neat little stitches while sewing a piece of cloth, and that's what it immediately brought to mind.

Before the needle had even reached the center of his frenum, he was trying to scream through the gag. I knew that if the panties weren't in his mouth, the neighbors would be able to hear him for sure. Even with the gag in place, his attempts to scream rang loud in the small room. Suddenly they stopped, and I looked at him and saw that his head had fallen to the bed and he was still.

Milly said, "He's just passed out. Nothing to worry about. This'll bring him around." She reached into her purse and brought out a small bottle, then removed its lid and held it under his nose. The smell of ammonia was almost overpowering, even as far away as I was from the bottle, and I knew that she was using smelling salts to revive him.

As soon as his eyes opened, she removed her panties from his mouth so he could draw in large gasps of breath. I moved close to his head, then asked softly, "Did you feel that at all, sweetie?" The tears were streaming from his eyes as he nodded his head, and he was still gasping for breath. I continued, "Did it hurt worse than what I did to you?" Again he nodded, and I said, "Good. I think I've found a new thing to play with, don't you? It's a shame there're only about two weeks left to enjoy it, but maybe you'll get tired of it by then."

Milly and I laughed together, and Brad didn't join in. He just lay there whimpering and groaning, with tears in his eyes. The sight of my husband lying there, tied spreadeagle, and with two needles run completely through the head of his penis, which was almost completely soft now, aroused me more than it should have. I suppose the stimulation that Milly had given me a few minutes before, and that I had returned shortly thereafter, was the true cause of my arousal.

We were standing on opposite sides of the bed then, and as we looked across at one another, I could see an unspoken invitation in her eyes and was sure it was mirrored in mine. I walked around the bed, and as she stood up, our arms seemed to reach out of mutual accord. We stood there hugging each other tightly and kissing, our breasts pressed as tightly together as our lips.

It seemed very natural for us to sink to the bed as we kissed. It was uncomfortable lying on the thing that was already there, and when I thought about, realized that we were lying across Brad's left arm and leg. I told Milly that it would certainly be more comfortable with only two of us on the bed, and she agreed. We quickly untied him, and I ordered him to get up so the bed could be used for more important things.

As soon as he was out of our way, we resumed making love to one another, and soon I was almost unaware that my husband was standing a few feet away watching his wife coupling with another woman. At one pause in our kissing, licking, and suckling, my eyes focused on him. He was standing about four feet away from me, with his ridiculous-looking cock once again hard, and pointed directly at the bed. The two needles were still in place, and his right hand was slowly stroking his dick.

I told Milly to wait a minute, and climbed off the bed. The ropes were still tied to the legs of our bed, and I knelt down and untied two of them. I ordered Brad to sit in one of the chairs in the room, and then tied his ankles together with one of the ropes. The other was tied to one wrist, run beneath the chair seat, and then tied to the other wrist. I thought that would prevent his foolishness, and quickly returned to the bed, and the pleasures that awaited me there.

I won't bore you with the details of our lovemaking. Suffice it to say that Milly is a skilled devotee of the erotic arts, and she used many of her skills to give me pleasure. I'm sure she was pleased with my efforts also, as she either achieved orgasm or put on a very convincing act.

When we paused in our attentions to one anothers body, I asked about other sessions she'd attended in the back room at the club. I was particularly interested in how many men had been taken back there, and just what had been done to them.

She began by saying, "My sweet, it's not at all true that there's been a parade of men passing through that door. It is arousing sometimes to think of an endless line of the creatures, each with his erection bobbing and dripping, impatiently waiting to feed Gilly. However, the truth is more mundane. In all the time that has passed since Madeleine's husband was castrated, there have been exactly four others who received that same procedure, and three who have fed our beloved Gilly."

"Of course, Janis' husband, Ray, was involved in two of those visits, as the true figure is six men all told. Are you disappointed to hear there have been so few?"

I told her that it actually made it even more exciting to think that Brad would be part of such a small group. Somehow, it would have seemed less arousing to me to think that he was just one more man among hundreds who had been either neutered or nullified.

I said that Janis had told me the story of what had happened the day that Gilly had become a member of the club, and she said, "Yes. That day, and what happened then, is simply the most exciting thing that in my experience."

"It was exciting enough to actually see Gilly for the first time, and to fantasize about how wonderful it would be to see a man feed her. I remember how my vagina tingled as Sam held that silly wiener in front of himself and stuck it through the hole. By the time Sharon pulled the release, it had become his cock in my imagination, and I know by the reaction of the others around me that they felt the same."

"I'm sure the others felt, as I did, that as soon as the wiener had been used to show us how to operate Gilly, Sam and Sharon would take their bows and return home. When she stepped up behind him and pulled his hands away from his erection, then began unbuttoning his shirt, I felt a thrill in the pit of my stomach that was simply indescribable. My throat was so tight then that I surely couldn't have uttered a single word, even had my life depended on it."

"Sharon has very beautiful breasts, as you've probably noticed, and as soon as they were bare, my eyes kept roving back and forth from them to Sam's erection. I had a difficult time deciding which was the more exciting."

"I believe it was Madeleine who first understood that Sharon wanted all of us to follow her lead, and to remove our own blouses. We seemed to break all records in baring our own breasts, and I can tell you truly that every nipple in the room was as hard as a rock."

"Every one of us was aching to rush to Sam and strip him as quickly as possible, then strap him to Gilly. Sharon understood better than any of us that it was important to take things slowly, and emphasize the erotic qualities of the event."

"I remember quite clearly, after she'd removed his shoes and socks, and then his jeans, thinking that never in my life had I seen a man's wet spot so very large. I thought that surely he had already had an orgasm to produce so much wetness, but then I realized that the wetness in my own underwear was surely the equal of his."

"As his shorts were removed, and his quite-large penis sprang forth, I could see his pre-cum actually bubbling from the slit of his cock, and I knew that he must be virtually delirious with his arousal. As the rest of us removed our own underwear, the scent of female juices was simply overpowering, and it was all I could do to not fall to my knees and lick everyone there."

"Sharon chose Gilly's name then, and that little ceremony served to clear my mind for an instant. It's quite fortunate it did, because that's the only thing that allowed me to have the presence of mind to remind her that his penis must be tied off before it was severed by the blade. I do have some basic medical equipment at the club, but there's no way I could handle the massive blood loss that would occur if blood under that sort of pressure were to suddenly find exit from a man's body."

She then asked if Janis had told me of the creative way Sharon had tied off her husband's penis, and I nodded my head. Her story then continued, "Every onlooker in that room would have been ecstatic if Sharon had simply made him stick his organ through the hole, and then released the blade to remove it. What she did, though, was simply beyond our wildest imaginings. The sight of his glans being cut off, followed by the top one-half of his shaft, and then the remaining half, and the extreme arousal it produced in us, is simply beyond my ability to describe. I know that the orgasm I had then was the best I've ever had, and I'm sure that many of the others would tell you the same."

"Did Janis tell you about the part involving the glans, and which Sherry found so extremely exciting?" I nodded my head. "To see him actually eating that thing brought her greater excitement than I thought possible. She actually collapsed to her knees then, and I knelt down to help her. When I saw that she was in the throes of a violent orgasm, I did what she always loved when we were making love to one another. She had always wanted me to treat her nipples as roughly as possible as she climaxed, and I think I exceeded myself that day. I'm just glad that I didn't pull them completely off her breasts."

The re-telling of that story was almost as exciting to me as the first time I had heard it, in more detail, from Janis. Milly is an expert lover, and she was quick to notice my arousal. She place one hand on my shoulder and rolled me to my back, then crouched over me on her hands and knees. I expected her to reverse her stance then, so that we could orally service one another, but instead of doing that, she began to insinuate on knee between my legs.

As soon as I realized what she wanted, I opened my legs to their widest extent. She brought her knee up against my pussy and began to work it around with small movements. She took my wrists in her hands and spread my arms to the sides of the bed, then whispered, "Keep them there."

By that time, my widespread, and very vulnerable, position, and the effect of her knee pressing against my aroused pussy, cause me to began humping. She leaned down and kissed me passionately and for a long time, then whispered in my ear, "I can give you what Sherry loves so well. Do you want it?"

I nodded my head, unable to speak because of the tightness in my throat. I watched in fascination as her hands moved to my breasts, and as her thumbs and forefingers began lightly pinching and pulling on my nipples. Her efforts began to intensify and she pinched and pulled harder and harder. I wanted to bring my hands to hers and make her stop this terrible punishment of my tender flesh, but my wrists seemed to be tied in place.

She again whispered to me, "Soon your husband will be strapped to Gilly, and unable to move his arms just as you are now. The blade will fall and his cock will be severed, just as your nipples are going to be now." At that exact moment, she ground her knee even harder against my cunt, and jerked my nipples with enough force to actually lift my shoulders from the bed.

My orgasm struck at that moment, and I tried with all my might to force her knee deep within me. I saw over and over images of Brad's cock falling in slow motion to the floor, and then of him chewing and swallowing it piece-by-piece as I held it to his mouth like some obscene candy bar.

When I at last again knew what was happening, Milly was bent over my breasts, gently licking them. I couldn't believe that the nipples were still there, and that such pain as I had felt only moments before had given me such pleasure, and was now so quickly subsiding beneath her tongue.

I hadn't thought of Brad for quite some time. In fact, since I'd tied him in the chair, I hadn't thought of him at all. Milly's use of his name reminded me that he was still there in the room with us, and had witnessed our lovemaking and listened to the story of what had happened at Gilly's dedication. Lastly, he had watched as Milly had pleasured my pussy with her knee while trying to pull my nipples from my breasts.

I lifted my head to look at him, and Milly's glance soon followed mine. My poor husband was sitting slumped forward in the chair, breathing rapidly. His head was dropped so low that it covered nearly his entire midsection, and I had the sudden thought that he was somehow sucking his own cock.

I called his name, and his head slowly lifted. His eyes took a long time to focus on me, and when they finally did, he regained his former position on the chair. Milly began to laugh then, and as I saw what she had found so humorous, I joined in.

His chest and stomach were simply covered with wet, glistening gobbets, which I immediately recognized as his cum. I knew then that the sight of his wife making love to another woman, and receiving equal attentions from her, had aroused him to the degree that he was able to orgasm without even touching his cock. Given the large amount of semen evident there, I wondered if he had climaxed more than once, but doubted that such a thing would be possible.

When we finally stopped laughing, Milly said, "It looks like your husband enjoyed what we did, don't you think?" I agreed with her, saying, "No doubt about it. You know, I once wondered how he would react if I were to bring another woman to my bed, and whether or not he would throw a fit and threaten to leave me. I guess now it's pretty plain that won't happen."

We continued to lightly kiss and caress one another as we cooled down from our erotic high. I asked Milly to once again explain the procedures that Brad and I would follow before and during his appointment. She summarized the things that Madeleine had told me, then added, "He'll need to arrange to take off work the day of his appointment, and for a full week afterward. I'll drop by every evening to have a look at him. We've never yet had any complications, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about on that score. I expect him to be up and around a couple of days after he visits the club." She then smiled, saying, "Around, anyway. I'm not so sure about the 'up' part." That reduced us both to waves of laughter, and after a short pause, Brad finally joined us.

As soon as she was once again able to talk, she continued, "I have the tranquilizer, the laxative, and the diuretic out in my car. I thought it best to leave the discussion of such things until after dinner, so didn't bring them in at first." I agreed she'd done the right thing, and said I'd get them from her as she left.

That brought to mind another question that I wanted to ask her, and said, "I've been wondering about something. I know that he'll be tied off so he doesn't bleed to death when Gilly eats his things, but what about afterward. Surely the wire can't be left in place forever. He'll have to pee sometime. Will you use sutures to close the wound?"

Milly answered, "The wire will remain in place until his blood pressure goes down. Immediately after he's removed from Gilly, I'll close the wound with a new thing we've been using lately in the operating room."

"Instead of sutures, we now use a special compound called 'Dermabond'. Think of it as purple Super Glue, only in a thick gel. When the blood pressure isn't all that much above normal, it does an amazing job. I'll squirt lots of the stuff on his stump, and then when the wire can be removed, I'll insert a catheter. He'll have to wear that attached to a collection bag for a couple of days. After that, he'll have to pee sitting down from then on."

She then asked, "Have you decided whether or not he's to be tortured before he feeds Gilly?" I took several moments to formulate my answer, then said, "I'm still working on my plans for him. I'm sure that I'll do some things to him before the blade drops, but I still haven't decided just what they'll be."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brad was intensely interested in our conversation, and decided to add a little humor to the situation. I said, "There's a good chance that I'll need some special equipment to use on him. Am I to bring that sort of thing, or would the club have it already?"

I winked at Milly out of Brad's line of sight, so that she would know what I was doing. She smiled slightly to acknowledge that she understood, then said, "There are several fun toys down there that have been used on the other men. We probably have most of the things you'll want. Were you thinking of anything specific?"

I answered, "Yes. I particularly was thinking about one of those small barbecue units. I think they're called Hibachis. I'd want one small enough to fit between his legs as he was suspended by his wrists."

Milly and I both looked at Brad then, and the look on his face reduced us to paroxysms of laughter. We hugged each other close, then started rolling back and forth, still laughing. Brad finally understood that he'd been made the butt of a joke, and smiled weakly. Soon he joined in our laughter, and the thought of how we would look to a fly on the wall made me laugh all the harder.

Here they were, two naked women locked in love on the bed, their hands, mouths, and tongues recently employed to bring each other to orgasm, and the husband of one of them tied to a chair and "forced" to watch. His arousal was evident to all by the gobbets of his semen splattered on his chest and abdomen. As I imagined the reaction of our neighbors if they were to peek through our bedroom window, I started to laugh anew.

After we'd all recovered, Milly said, "Do you plan to leave those needles in him all night, or should we remove them now?" I said that I usually took a shower with him, and then pulled them out in there so the spraying blood wouldn't make a mess. She looked at his now soft penis, and said that there wouldn't be enough blood flow from the thing to worry about, and he could just take care of it himself.

The evening finally drew to a close, and Milly dressed while I donned my bathrobe. Brad had been untied and allowed to go to the bathroom to wipe off the semen and remove the needles, and he and I stood talking to Milly as she finished dressing. When she was ready to leave, she kissed Brad goodbye, which seemed to surprise him.

She noted his mild startlement by saying, "What's the matter, young man. Don't you think an old fossil like me can kiss a youngster like you? Just because I'm going to help cut off your cock and balls in another two weeks doesn't mean that I don't like you. I've come to love Gwen very much, and I know that she loves you. I simply can't understand why a woman would love a man, but I accept that she does so, and that's good enough for me." She laughed again, then began to walk down the hallway to the front door.

I accompanied my friend and lover to her car and took the items from her that were to be used for Brad's preparation. We said our final goodbyes of the evening, and she left for her own home. As I walked back into the house, then prepared for bed, I marveled again at the excitement and satisfaction I was finding in my new lifestyle.

When finally we drifted off, with me cradling Brad's soon-to-be-absent penis, I knew there was virtually nothing in this world that could get me to return to my situation of less than one year ago, when attending a Tupperware party was the highlight of my week. As I remembered the last one of those I'd been to, I smiled inwardly and silently wished Janis a good night.

Continued in Chapter 12