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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Perfect Match by rache I woke up with a headache again. In some motel room with a guy whose name was either Dave, or Greg. I'd been with both of them, but there was only one in the bed now, and he was face down under the pillow. Did it really matter? I sighed and stretched and pretended it was okay. But I knew it wasn't. My first ritual of the morning told me that. I went into the bathroom, quietly, and turned on the lights and then examined my body. Bruises, cuts, bites, hickies, whatever...Why was it always like this? In the morning I had no interest. If anything I was repulsed but my memories, by what I'd done. I could barely stand to see myself in the mirror and when I sat down to pee, a long night of sex washed out of me as well. I bit my lip and just sat there. I was done, but I didn't want to move. Many, many mornings I'd told myself never again. Like an alcoholic, swearing of the bottle with the sunrise, but damn! That sun was hot around noon , wasn't it? And by mid-afternoon the thirst was terrible. By midnight , it was a living thing, writhing under my skin...wanting it, needing it, and morning was so far away. But alcohol wasn't my problem. When I was growing up the popular word was nympho. "Oh, she's a nympho..." people would say, not understanding the word at all. "She has a different guy every night." And men would smile, and boys would laugh, and decent women would cross the street, just in case it might be contagious...or worse, they might be seen as being friendly. Slut was another good word, and whore, I suppose. I'd used them, letting the words slip from my catty tongue like venom. Oh, look at me now. But I couldn't. I wasn't a nymphomaniac. I know because I looked the word up. I was just a woman who liked sex. And not even sex, maybe...but the feelings down there, between my legs. I read in Cosmo once all the percentages of women who were 'orgasmic' vs those who rarely achieved orgasm. It was a small, small number...and I was one of the lucky few. When I was feeling good I would start to cum and it didn't stop. Just one after another, like a freight train rolling over my body. On and on...How lucky I am. But I didn't have normal relationships. I fucked like a man would. I hunted for it, picking up guys for no other reason that my clit was buzzing and I'd fuck his brains out. Being just twenty-two and reasonably attractive had its advantages, after all, and one was that a man never said no. As if he would anyway, right? Yeah, right. And let me tell you, I didn't like it. I didn't like this power my body had over my mind. I'm liberated though. It's the 21st century, I'm an adult and responsible and all I want in life is a good job, a nice house, a few credit cards that give me frequent flier miles, and a man to share it with. I didn't need or especially want children. I'd had pets growing up and they'd all died lonely painful deaths. I just wanted to be...dependable. I didn't even want sex. My body did, as I've explained, but my mind...my soul...was fed up with it. I'd had enough sex for two lifetimes and it was unsatisfying. It left me sitting on a toilet with cold sperm dripping from my cunt. Do you understand that? Is there anyone who really could? I didn't think so, not at the time, and that just made it worse...How do you fight depression? You be with people and relax and laugh and...End up on your back in some motel room. I tried the modern cures. I went to the gym, trying to exhaust myself with aerobics and Stairmasters and everything else. I went to counseling. I took some funny little pills that should have made me happy. But they didn't. I read books, listened to tapes, and even tried a long term lesbian affair with one of the secretaries in the pool at work. She liked it. My husband didn't. He loved me and he put up with me, but mostly I think because he was busy with his own career. We complemented each other nicely. Both of us hard working, wanting to get more and more, to climb the ladders. I fucked every swinging cock I could get my pussy around and Steve, my husband, had fucked every girl I ever knew. We hated that about each other, but that was the only thing. Otherwise, we were perfectly mated...a match made in heaven, as they say. =-=-=-= "Rachael?" My husband had just fucked me hard for the third time that night. He was taking off his condom. I'm not sure if he wore it because he was afraid of catching something from me, or if he didn't want to give me something of his. He was the only man I fucked with a condom on, unless the stranger I was with happened to have one, and that was rare. "Hmmm?" I was rubbing my clit a little, she was still buzzing. "I was watching some TV the other day, Discovery Channel, and they were talking about girls who get married in some country in Africa ." He wrapped his condom up in a Kleenex. "And they did something called a clitorectomy. You ever heard of that? "No." I shrugged and rolled over, looking at him. He is a good looking man. I love him a lot, I just hated cheating on him...and I blamed my clit for only part of that. The rest I put on him for cheating on me. But I'd started it, I had to admit. But he'd known he was marrying the biggest slut in college too...I sighed. So much blame, more than enough for both of us. "They were interviewing people and this guy was saying they did it so the wife wouldn't be distracted by wanting sex." Steve smiled at me. "They remove the girl's clitoris and so it doesn't feel good anymore. "Oh yeah?" I thought about that. "That would sort of...suck!" I laughed. "Well, yeah...I guess so." Steve said, but he didn't sound so sure. "What did you think of it?" I asked him. "Um, well...it was sort of sexy. In a way, I mean these girls...some were only like 12 or 13, they'd never feel anything, you know? Never have an orgasm." I stared at him. "And you think that's sexy?" "Yeah, I don't know. Kind of." "Ever heard of castration?" I grinned at him. "That's pretty sexy too." He laughed like I was kidding. "Yeah, okay...I just thought I'd tell you about it, you know." I did know, and so did he. I was looking for a way to control myself. Maybe Steve was too, thinking if I'd finally settle down and stop being the local sperm bank, he might be able to spend more time with me then. We could actually have some semblance of normalcy even. I found some stuff about it on the internet, but not very much. I needed to talk to someone. =-=-=-= I went to my regular gynecologist, a few days after waking up with Greg or Dave, and I dodged the questions about my recent sexual history. Her name is Dr. Naismeth, and she's old. She knows about bodies and she knows about me. She's treated me for a few minor STD's and some irritations, and a little yeast infection that sort of came and went at random for awhile. But this time I was clean at least, so she only gave me a 20 minute lecture, rather than the full blown 45 minute trip to the verbal woodshed. And then...as if by magic, it was my turn to talk. "Doctor..." I wasn't sure how to start, actually. "What is it, Rachael?" She was writing some things down in my file while I dressed slowly. "I was wondering about something I read the other day." I waited until she looked up and asked. "Um, it was about...female circumcision." "Uhhhh..." She put her pen down and sat back a little in her chair. "And what were you wondering about? "Well, um...I think it was called a clitorectomy?" I gestured, wanting to know if I had that right. "Yes," Dr. Naismeth replied slowly. "There are clitorectomy procedures and infibulations, generally considered part of the broader female circumcision topic." "Well, I was reading an article about uh, some place in Africa where they do it to girls, you know? And um, one of the reasons they did it, according to the article, was to remove the desire for sex." She coughed a little. "Well, uh, that might be part of the rational, but largely I think it's more a tradition that jut hasn't been overcome by common sense." I looked down. Well, I knew what her opinion of it was now, anyway. "But would that really work? I mean removing the clitoris? Would a woman uh...would she lose desire for sex?" "No." Dr. Naismeth shook her old gray head. "I don't think so, the desire for sex largely comes from your emotions, from your mind and mood. The clitoris isn't producing any chemicals, like uh...like the male testes for example. Your clitoris is only a responder, it reacts to stimulation and that triggers a release of chemicals of course, but it's a result...not an actuator." "Are you sure?" I looked up at her. "Well, I'm reasonably sure, yeah." She chuckled a little. "Look, Rachael, your problem isn't with your clitoris, it's with your head. Have you been Dr. Keller? Keller was my psychiatrist, a sexual therapist. "Yeah." I nodded. "But I just, I don't know." I shrugged helplessly. "I just think that for me, my clitoris is like...making me do stuff, you know?" "No dear." Dr. Naismeth insisted. "Your clitoris is doing what it's supposed to, you..." She tapped her head. "Are not doing what you're supposed to. You're not thinking. If you don't start thinking, start changing those thought processes, you will come in here one day and I will have to give you some very bad news...And I do not!" She stared at me hard. "Not, want to give you bad news. Do you understand me?" I nodded and took a deep breath because there was another 20 minutes where that came from! I was pretty sure though that Dr. Naismeth was wrong about me and my clitoris. I mean just getting on the elevator after I left her office I could feel my pussy throbbing. The guy on the elevator was average, middle aged, balding, slightly overweight. I felt no attraction for him. His face looked dull to me and I doubted we'd have much in common. My heart didn't race, my mind didn't wander to the things he'd like to do to me. I felt...nothing inside. But my clit was hard already, aching and as I stood there I could feel it, like a fire spreading between my legs. Masturbation wouldn't do it for me, it never did, even if I could have found a place. I needed a cock inside me, that's what my clit was telling me. A big fat hard long piece of prick to slide between my nether lips and make me feel good. I stared down at my feet because I knew that fire would spread. My belly would start churning with it, my nipples growing hard and stiffening. My lungs would labor and my heart palpitate. And trapped in that squirming 5'4" body would be me, helpless and protesting until even that was lost. No...I shook my head and the guy must have thought I was a little crazy. Dr. Naismeth didn't know, she couldn't know. Somehow my wiring had gotten messed up and it wasn't my head that was wrong, it was my clit. I had to fix it. I work as a realtor, and I went back to the office, but it wasn't long before I told my boss I was going out to look at some property. But the property I was looking at was 9 inches of hard cock belonging to the manager of the local Denny's, if you can believe that. We'd been fucking for years and I never got tired of it. But I was unhappy with myself afterwards, feeling his cum running down my thighs as I walked back out to my car. Clitorectomy, I thought... =-=-==-=-= "Steve?" It was the first time we'd seen each other in a couple days. I was full of sperm from another man, but I was too tired to take the shower I needed. I just laid down next to him on our bed and stretched a little. "That clitorectomy thing, do think it really works?" He turned to look at me. "I don't know. That's what they seemed to be saying on that TV show, but they didn't make it sound like very much fun for the girls." "Yeah." I nodded. "But if it meant...well, if it meant I wouldn't go out and...do stuff. Would you uh, I mean could you be home too? Like a real husband?" I just couldn't bring myself to flat-out ask him if he'd stop fucking other women. It humiliated me to bring it up, the same way Steve generally refused to discuss my relationships outside our marriage. We really were just roommates, more than anything else, and that suddenly made me feel very sad and lonely. "I think so." He said after a minute. "You...think so?" I closed my eyes. "Well, I can't really know until it happens, Rachael. Be reasonable. I...well, we've been living like this a long time and uh, if you got a clitorectomy...or whatever, if you changed suddenly, then...it might take some time for me to adjust." "So you're saying no." I shook my head slowly. "I'm not saying no. I'm saying maybe, given some time...yeah, I could change." Steve was reaching. "Why? Do you think you want to do that?" I dont know. I reached down and felt my sex, soaking in the sperm of a total stranger. I didnt even remember his name, or if hed even given me one. I just know I dont want to live like this. =-=-=-= I called every gynecologist in the phone book, each time my first question was, Does your clinic do clitorectomy procedures? I was all the way down in the Ss before I got the response I was looking for. Doctor Sandraskats office, may I help you? Hi, good morning. Im interested in having a clitorectomy performed on myself and I instinctively paused, since that was about the time most of the receptionists interrupted me, saying they didnt do those. Yes? The woman said, waiting for more, obviously. I felt my heart skip a beat. Yes, uh and I was wondering if I could make an appointment and maybe speak with the doctor about it. Certainly. May I ask you some questions first? Oh, sure yeah. I told her. You said the clitorectomy was for yourself, right? I told her yes. And may I ask your reasons for this? My reasons? I thought about it. Yes, like for religious reasons? Or traditional, perhaps? Oh, no Im catholic. I laughed a little nervously. I just, um I have a very high sex drive and uh, well I just want to lose the temptation, I mean Im married and Oh, I see. Your husband then is also interested in you having this operation? Yes, oh It was his idea, actually. I frowned a little as I held the phone. Why? Is that bad or something? Oh no, it isnt bad at all. Many women who come to our offices for clitorectomy are married and doing it for their husbands. You said youre catholic, are you Caucasian then, Miss Rachael. My name is Rachael and well, Im Amerasian, half Filipina actually. Alright Rachael, well, if youd like to come by I have opening tomorrow, at 2pm, or on Friday, at 9am and most of next week is booked so Tomorrow would be great, sure where are you located again? =-=-=-=-= It was breakfast before I saw Steve again, he was just getting home at 6am , half dressed and smelling like pussy juice. I could taste it, or so I imagined when he kissed me. But Id only been home a half hour myself so perhaps he could taste the sperm on my breath too. I was thinking dear. I told Steve as I poured a cup of coffee for him. If I do get my clit removed, mmmm well, I was thinking maybe you could do something for me too. Something for you? He was grabbing some frozen bagels out of the fridge. Yeah. I mean, if I had my clit removed, just so I wouldnt be out fooling around, maybe you could do the same thing and then Well, we would have that to build on, you know? Okay. Steve nodded thoughtfully. But, I dont have a clit. He grinned at me. No. I nodded too. No, you dont, but you could always, um get castrated. The kitchen was silent for a few minutes. Castrated? Steve looked at me finally and opened the bag of bagels. You mean get my balls cut off? Yeah. And then you wouldnt have to worry about trying to change and Id feel so much better about getting my clitoris removed. My balls? He repeated and rolled his eyes. I uh, sort of like my balls, honey. Well, I know that! I like my clit too. I laughed at him. But seriously, if sex wont matter to me anymore and thats a good thing, right? Riiiiiight. Steve said slowly, dipping his head like he was looking for a trap. Then uh, if sex doesnt matter to you either, well that would be a really good thing, dont you think? Um I think Im going to be late for work if I dont get in the shower. He started turning around. Im serious, Steve! I grabbed his arm. I love you and I want to do it for you, for us but I need you to do it too. Okay? Ill Ill think about it, Rachael. I will. And then he was gone, headed upstairs to shower and change. =-=-=-= The doctor turned out to be a very nice man from Brunei, of all places, although he said his ancestry was Indian. I believed him too. He looked like Gandhi, kind of, or at least Ben Kingsley with a tan. Maybe a little taller, but bald and friendly enough. So, Rachael, how do you do? I am Doctor Sandraskat and you are here about getting circumcised? Yes? I smiled and shook his hand. Yes, thats right. I want to have my clitoris removed, if thats possible. Oh, its possible. He sat down in his chair behind his desk, and I sat down opposite him in a comfortable chair of my own, and crossed my hands over my purse. Perhaps you would explain why youre interested in it? Well, it was my husbands idea initially. After speaking with the receptionist that seemed to be the easiest way to explain it. You see, um I havent been exactly faithful, to my husband. I blushed a little. I see. So you have a lover? He looked at me. No, not uh, not a lover I see men sometimes, strangers and um well I shrugged and made a little face. I just cant seem to control myself. I mean it feels so good I just want to do it. A lot. I see. So if we remove the offending clitoris then it will not feel good, and you will be faithful and your husband will be happy. He smiled. Is that your thinking? Yeah. I nodded slowly. I think so. "Uh-huh. Well, it is true that female circumcision can significantly reduce the pleasure you will get from sex. It may even be expected to diminish your interest in sex, as the activity will no longer be so pleasant. You may find yourself somewhat embarrassed by it, or mildly reluctant to have sex, even with your husband because of a perceived deficiency in your ability to respond. I just sat there thinking it couldnt really be all that complicated, could it? I do many circumcisions for my female patients, particularly my younger patients who are marrying in the traditional manner of their family. For instance, last week there was a precious child of 14, a very nice girl from a well to do family. She was marrying a man, a recent immigrant from New Delhi, and he was very concerned you know. Concerned? I looked at the man. Yes, about this country. Americans are very aggressive, you see. Everyone knows this and he had very real fears that his new wife would enjoy the attentions of other men, particularly American boys. The solution was too remove the girls clitoris and she was happy to do this for her husband, of course. Of course. I nodded in agreement. She will be devoted to him now and not so distracted by those feelings, those peculiar sensations between her legs. I did it and the family was very grateful, believe me. I do. I said. Ah, and you are wondering why I am telling you this. It is because female circumcision has been misunderstood and misrepresented for years! There are very few women such as you, willing to accept the rightful decision of their husbands, and curb the wanton desires inherent in their own bodies. It has been labeled Female Genital Mutilation by people who know nothing of the cultures and traditions which practice it. I nodded and the doctor smiled at me. I am telling you this because you may hear things, or see things, which suggest female circumcision is nothing but the rape of innocence by men. The destruction of female independence. And nothing, I assure you, could be farther from the truth. It is an act of love on the part of the husband, even if it is not always obvious to those who do not understand. You would like to save your marriage, yes? Yes. I licked my lips. Very much. Then, if you would like for me to do this for you, I will do it. My only condition being that your husband must be here also. If you were not married, it would be different, your father, or older brother would be here perhaps, but since you are married Your husband shall witness your devotion and assist me in this gesture of true love and selfless devotion. I understand. I was nodding my head. And the uh, cost Doctor Sandraskat shook his head. The cost is very little. A few hundred dollars, merely to cover the expenses. My own time in such matters is of no account whatsoever. Really? I smiled at him. Thank you I, thats very generous. Ahhh He waved a hand and smiled. Here, lets get these out of the way then He slid some papers across the desk and I looked at them. What are these? I asked. Oh, just the forms for doing the procedure I find its best to take care of the little things first." But if um I licked my lips. If you change your mind? He smiled paternally. Then nothing will ever become of them. It just a convenience, really. I shrugged and wasnt totally sure I should be signing anything, but he was a very reassuring man and I couldnt imagine changing my mind anyway. I was desperate! There we go. He watched as I signed and initialed them, and he filed them away. Now, whenever youre ready, we wont have to worry about anything but the procedure. =-=-=-=-= Hi. I saw Steve a few days later. He came home unexpectedly during his lunch hour and caught me riding the Fed-Ex delivery man. Hed knocked on our door by mistake, but he did that once or twice a month it seemed. But he had a really thick cock, like 10 inches around or something. I could barely suck it, but it definitely fed my hungry pussy! Uhhh Steve just stood in the doorway staring at me. Why arent you at work? He asked and then, Nevermind I see why. Huh? Who are you talking to, daddy? I heard a girls voice, a real little girls voice, and it was Lonnie Ebertowski, the cute curly haired girl who sold Girl Scout cookies at the mall. She was wearing her uniform and I wondered why she wasnt in school or something. Uh, nobody sugar. Lets go to the other room and Ill show you how to earn that butt fucking merit badge we talked about! Steve glanced at me and I wagged my finger at him as I bounced my squishy over-stuffed pussy up and down, ready to take a special delivery from Fed-Ex right up into my womb at any second. Lonnie stared at me and lifted her 15 year old hand, wriggling her fingers and giggling. Hi Bill! She wasnt waving at me at all, and I looked down as the Fed-Ex guy, whos name I hadnt even known, waved back. I made a mental note to talk to Lonnie about getting circumcised before she ended up like me er, I guess it was probably too late. =-=-=-=-= Later though, I said Hi again. And this time we werent too busy for talking. I was getting dressed to go out. It was amateur stripper night at the Bodyshop and I always had a good time there. Steve was dressing up too, I guess that new waitress at Hooters had finally given him a date. Hi. He looked at me and whistled. You look great. Thanks. I smiled back. So do you. It was sort of an awkward moment. You know I love you right? He asked me suddenly. Yeah. I brushed a little black hair back from my eyes. I love you too, Steve. More than anything. He nodded. I was um, thinking about the castration thing and Well, what you said. We cant live like this. And uh, I cant live without you. He walked close to me and hugged me from behind, so we just looked at ourselves in the mirror. Two beautiful people, in love with each other, married to each other and going out to fuck someone else, just because why? I didnt really know. Because of our anatomy, I decided. My clit and his balls. They were ruining everything. I cant live without you either, Steve. But I I cant do it if Im alone. I looked down at his large gentle hands holding me. We could be so happy. I whispered. Yeah. He swallowed hard. You...um, youre right, Rachael. You find a doctor and uh, Ill do it, okay? For you. He turned me around and looked into my soft brown eyes. For us. I said softly and we kissed like we hadnt in a long, long time and it was so nice. But then it was time to get going. Me to a bar full of horny, middle-aged, blue collar men who cashed their paychecks in one dollar bills; and him to a college coed named Becky who had boobs the size of Kansas. But I was smiling anyway. Steve had told me hed do it! =-=-=-=-= It was a lot easier finding a doctor to do a castration! I guess they do a lot of those, or something. The very first place I called said they did castrations all the time! Of course the name of the place was Allisons Male Health Center. I didnt know who Doctor Allison was, but male health was definitely the issue! Hi, good morning. Im calling to see about getting my husband castrated? Oh sure! It was a chipper young girl whose name, by some weird quark of fate, was Becky. Im Becky! Is this a referral? No, um I just saw your add in the yellow pages. Oh great! Cool! Um Well, sure we castrate men all the time! Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison, is one of the very best ball cutters in the whole country! So many of the men who come in here are first timers, you know. But Lisa, uh sorry Dr. Allison really has a way with men! She giggled. She has a way with women too, but oh, uh Did you say you were married? Never mind Anyway, would you like to make an appointment? We do a consultation first, of course and then later snip-snip! And youll be soooo happy! I wondered a little at the rather relaxed attitude of the receptionist this Dr. Allison person had answering her phones, but I thought a consultation would be good, even if I ended up looking for a different clinic. Luckily they were able to get me in that very day and Becky looked just like she sounded. Decidedly sexy and rather rounded all over, but not fat just round and curvy and blonde, and trying to pop out of her little white uniform every chance she got. I seriously feared one of the buttons on her straining blouse would hit me in the eye when it popped off, so I didnt look at her a whole lot. Rachael, Nice to meet you. Im Dr. Allison. Lisa Allison was everything her airhead receptionist wasnt. She was tall, dark, and rather beautiful, in a severe sort of way. I imagined shed look good in a leather cat suit holding a whip. She gave me a look too, not unlike the men at the Bodyshop had the night before. It surprised me a little, but at least she didnt say any of the things those men had been telling me. Hi. Nice to meet you too. I smiled and licked my lips a little self-consciously as the women looked me slowly up and down. So, have a seat Lets talk about your husband is it? She had a little sofa, like a loveseat in her office and we sat very close together, so our knees were touching, just a little. Yes, my husband. I nodded. I really want to have him castrated. Okay, perfectly understandable. She smiled. And how does whats his name? Steve. How does Steve feel about being castrated? Was this his idea or yours? She already seemed to know the answers, judging from the way her voice seemed to tease me just a little. It was my idea, yeah. I took a little breath and decided it might be best if Dr. Allison didnt know about my impending clitorectomy. I somehow doubted a woman like her would understand. And well, he wants to save our marriage. "Ah, marriage yeah Dr. Allison tapped her clipboard with her pen. The enemy of any happy woman, Rachael, is balls. I started to smile but she cut me off. No, Im serious. Balls are everything thats wrong with the world wrapped up in one wrinkled hairy little sack. And not even a very attractive sack, at that! We did smile then. Well, he loves me and uh, I told him I just couldnt go on if he was fooling around, you know? Oh, I know. She touched my knee to make her point, but didnt remove it like you'd expect. So many of my patients are brought in by their wives. Women full of concern for their family, for their children and homes, because their husbands just couldnt keep their balls from running their lives. Many, many women have broken down and wept, right here in this office, telling me of their husbands infidelities! "I, uh I didnt know what to say. And do you know what I tell those women, Rachael? Her hand was sliding up and down the inside of my thigh. I tell them to stand up for themselves! To be a woman and assume her proper place as an equal Dr. Allison looked me in the eyes and her fingernails grazed my skin. even superior, partner in their relationship. Balls do not make the man, Rachael. A woman can live just fine without them, believe me! I believe you I whispered. You know, just this morning I had a woman who brought in her husband. Shed been trying for years to stop his fooling around, but nothing worked. Shes a beautiful woman too. A vibrant, sexy, delicious woman with so much to offer But this man, he was never satisfied. Everything in a skirt was fair game and he made no secret about it. Sound familiar? She smiled at me and her hand slipped across to my other thigh, pushing my legs apart slightly. I can see it does. She continued without my reply. Well, she brought him in finally, telling him that I was a a chiropractor, of all things! Dr. Allison laughed. The hardest part was getting his hands off Becky long enough to sign the consent forms. The poor girl, I had to console her all during lunch today! Dr. Allison glanced at the door and her fingertips were rubbing across my panties. Once he signed though, we handcuffed the bastard, gagged him, and cut those evil orbs off without so much as an aspirin! W-What? I looked up suddenly. I love my husband! Well, of course you do! Thats why youre here, Rachael! Dr. Allison smiled and used her other arm to hug me, balancing her clipboard across her knees. And Ill take good care of him, I promise! But believe me when I tell you this, cutting off a mans balls to keep him from fucking all your friends, well Dont you think he deserves a little pain? Uh I didnt really want to hurt Steve! I think um, no hes a good man. I looked at Dr. Allison. If youre going to do it, then you have to do it gently. Okay? No pain, no humiliation. Hes doing it because he loves me." Dr. Allison smiled like shed heard that before. Whatever you say, Rachael. But just remember sweetie, if he makes a run for it, youll never get him back on the table! I nodded. The only other thing is Dr. Allison looked at me. You need to be here, okay? I mean it. Part of the process, the mental healing process for both of you, is seeing his nuts cut. And it helps so much more if youre the one to do it. At least one of them. Dr. Allison shrugged. I sort of like it too, therapeutic, you know. Uh, me? I stared at her, ignoring her fingers as they traced my slit. Uh-huh. Dr. Allison smiled. Do you want me to suck your clit? Wha ?" But she was already down on the carpet =-=-=-=-= Dear Steve, I need to see you tonight. I made reservations at the Four Seasons, so meet me there at 8:00 sharp! I love you! R. If there was any proof to the necessity of what my husband and I were planning, it was plainly evident in the fact that we had to write notes to each other. At least he was on time and the Four Seasons was a nice, romantic restaurant. It was a little strange going in there with my husband, since between us I was pretty sure wed fucked most of the employees and maybe a third of the customers. A lot of men, sitting with their wives and children, pointedly ignored me. I think Steve was getting the same treatment from the fairer sex. We talked a little, enjoying ourselves and finding that yes, even after 3 years of marriage and hundreds of torrid sexual encounters with other people, Steve and I were decidedly still hopelessly in love. I was ready to fuck him right there on the table, especially when I started telling him about our appointments. Next Thursday, at umm 10am, were going to see Dr. Allison. I smiled. Her name is Lisa and shes very sweet and she is going to castrate you. Steve looked at me and bit his lower lip the way he does when hes nervous. Okay. He said softly. And then, right after lunch, at 1pm on the following Monday were going to see Dr. Sandraskat. He looks like Gandhi, sort of. I grinned. Anyway, and hes going to um do a clitorectomy on me. Cut off my clit and the labia minora Labia minora? The little lips on the inside of my cunt, dear. I smiled at the waiter who gave me a very funny look. A little more wine, thanks. I liked wine a lot. I see. Steve glanced at the man and then looked back at me. Now, Im going to be there when your balls get cut off. Dr. Allison insisted on it. And You have to be there when I get my clit cut off, because Dr. Sandraskat insisted on that! I chuckled softly. And then And then well be happy. Steve nodded and then smiled at me. I love you, Rachael. I love you too, Steve! We went home and celebrated by fucking each other, knowing we only had a few chances left for that. I sort of wished Steve hadnt been wearing a condom though. =-=-=-==-=-=-=-= Thursday arrived! Steve had taken the day off, in fact hed taken a week off, since he figured hed probably be a little sore, judging from the information pamphlets Becky had given me. He was nervous too, I could see it. He hadnt slept well at all that night and he had way too much coffee that morning. He couldnt sit down for more than 10 minutes It was sort of driving me crazy, so I was glad when it was time to go. Are you uh are you sure about this, Rachael? Steve was asking me in the car. He was driving about half the posted speed limit and I told him hed better step on it. Im sure I love you. I smiled. Im sure I want to save our marriage. Dont you? Yeah. He nodded quickly. Oh yeah, but uh, I mean this doctor I mean maybe a second opinion A second opinion? I laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Youre being silly. As soon as we walked in the office I could tell Steve was unhappy. He looked around like a caged animal, even when Becky walked over to greet us, he barely looked at her, which was definitely strange since she was wearing a nurse's uniform that must have come from a BDSM catalog. Hi! She bubbled over with cheer. You must be Steve! Im Becky and today, Im going to prepare you for surgery! Wont that be fun! Were going to wash your balls and your big ol penis, and shave and everything! Im even going to have to drain some of that sperm out of there, if thats okay with you, Rachael I know some wives like to do that themselves. I shook my head. No, please be my guest. Oh goody! Steve, you just sign this for me Steve signed without really reading anything. And this And this and right here and initial this this this and this Great! Now come right this way and be a good boy and youll get a sucker, okay? She giggled. A sucker yeah I thought with a groan. Rachael, uh Steve was looking at me and I just kissed him and gave him a little push. You just go along now, Steve and remember This is for us, honey. He nodded and I knew he was overwhelmed by it all. His fight or flight instinct was kicking in and I really hoped he would do neither because Dr. Allison had seemed pretty happy with the idea of doing Steve without any pain killer. Dr. Allison came along and found me a minute later. Hi Rachael! Mmmm you look beautiful today! Becky has your husband? I nodded. Yeah she said she was going to wash him an drain his sperm off, or something. Yeah, thats right. Would you like to watch? She looked at her watch. We have time. Oh, um I dont know. The idea of watching bubbly Becky drain my husbands balls didnt sound appealing, but Dr. Allison took me by the hand and pulled me along to an observation room. It was sort of funny, because there was a window and some chairs and a speaker played all the sounds from the other room. Dont worry, he cant see us. Dr. Allison assured me. Okay, Steve, now just take off your clothes for me thats right I watched as Steve slowly undressed with help from Becky. She sighed, and pouted, and coaxed, and prodded, and I was sort of surprised at how she was able to get him undressed and on the little operating table. He didnt even protest when she strapped his wrists and ankles down! Beckys very good with men. Dr. Allison smile at me. I found her working in Las Vegas. So much potential to do good, wasted on 20 dollar lap dances. Oh. I shrugged. Right. Now, lets wash and shave those pretty balls of yours, Steve! Becky was smiling and she gasped as my husbands cock started to rise. Oh! Look at you, Steve! Oh my! Whatever will we do about that? Dr. Allison sat close to me and her mouth was next to my ear. How do you like seeing your husband strapped down, Rachael? Her hand found my right breast, squeezing me gently through my blouse. We could do anything we wanted to him in there. He signed the releases already. But I I started to protest, but then Dr. Allison was kissing me and her other hand was going up, underneath my skirt to rub my pussy. All I could do was kiss her back. I know what we can do, Steve! Becky was giggling and she unzipped her dress, wriggling out of it so she stood in white fishnets and a lacy see through g-string, perched on 3 heels. Her breasts defied gravity and had the longest nipples I'd ever seen on a woman. We can drain those balls now! Shed shaved my husbands crotch, everything from his balls, up to and around his cock was clean and a healthy freshly scrubbed pinkish color. It was nice and I wondered why more guys didnt shave. I was leaning against the big plate of one-way glass by then. Dr. Allison had brought a surprise just for me, a 12 black dildo that she reamed my hungry pussy with, making me quiver and moan and pant like a dog. I stared through the glass as my breath fogged it up a little, watching as Nurse Becky turned to a cabinet and pulled out a large syringe. Now, you stay very still Steve and this will feel really good! But if you move She shook her head. It can be a little painful. Wha-What are you doing? Steve stared at her. Im going to drain some of that sperm, silly! Becky giggled and I groaned behind the glass. "You never know, Rachael might want a baby someday!" I-I thought we werent g-g-gonna hurt him Ohhhh! I was breathless as Dr. Allison had decided I needed a little fisting too. Oh Hell be fine Rachael. Just watch! Dr. Allison whispered from behind me and then I felt her hand inside me and I started cumming hard, forgetting all about my husband! N-No No Please! Steve was shaking his head. Rachael! Rachael! He was yelling, but I couldnt do anything by then! I was busy grinding my pussy back on Dr. Allisons arm. Tsk-tsk-tsk Here we go! Becky said and I stared in shock as the woman grabbed my husbands balls in her left hand, pulling them and squeezing them too I thought, judging from the way his whole body went rigid. Youre going to feel a little...pinch! Becky giggled as she pushed the needle into one of them, slowly and my husband screamed with pain! Ohhhh God! I was cumming again and I pounded the glass uselessly with my fists as my whole body just convulsed around Dr. Allisons hand. Becky smiled at my husband. Shhhh quiet now, dont be such a big baby! This doesnt hurt that much! But she had that needle jammed into his testes and she pulled back the plunger, drawing pinkish white sperm into the syringe. She did it slowly until the whole thing was full. Mmmm Good boy, Steve! Thats 10ccs of pure semen mostly! She held it up and unscrewed the needle carefully, replacing it with some sort of cover and set the syringe in a little box marked 'cryo'. My husband was much quieter now, but his body was flushed and covered with perspiration. His cock however, hadnt flagged at all! See? Dr. Allison had moved her mouth to my ass, licking and sucking at my anus while she fisted me to 3 or 4 good orgasms. He liked it! They always do! Ohhhhh I moaned and that was the only reply I could make because then she was back down there, tongue fucking my ass with her pretty face. Now... Becky was smiling too. You were such a good boy for me, staying all hard and everything, Im going to give you that sucker you wanted! Okay? She licked her lips and I could see my husband nodding, his body relaxing a little. Here we go! Becky was bending over, finding a hose with a strange looking long rubber mouth on the end of it. Now, we just put this right on here like that Get a good seal there... What? What are you doing I thought You thought I was going to put it in my mouth? Becky giggled. Ewwww! Come on, Steve! This is a clinic! We dont do that! She leaned close and whispered. No please, uh Becky just Shhh now you be quiet now and let the sucker uh suck and itll get all that nasty man sperm out of there, okay? She reached under the table and flipped a switch and there was a soft whirring sound. My husband immediately stiffened a little, maybe expecting pain, but I guess it felt good, because he relaxed and even smiled a little. See? Becky was standing next to him with her hands on her hips. Not so bad, is it? It wasnt bad for me either as Dr. Allison brought the dildo to my now very wet and relaxed asshole, shoving it slowly inside me so that I was trying to stand on my tip-toes from the pleasure of the painful penetration. Just a little more, Rachael She was teasing me and her other hand was still in my pussy, twisting around so her knuckles dragged across the soft walls of my sex. Just watch hubby in there, and think about how nice itll be without balls to ruin everything! Ohhhh Yessss . I hissed. My husband was moaning. His back arching and his butt bouncing off the cushions on the table. Ohhh Christ! Im cummin Im cumming Ohhhhh Oh, yes you are Steve! Becky clapped her hands. Look at that! She pointed at a glass container mounted on the wall with a hose running into it. Sperm was spraying out in short rapid jets, splashing into the bottom and it seemed like there was quite a lot of it, at least to me. Ohh shit! My husband gritted his teeth. Turn it off Arggh! Turn it off! It hurts Oh shit! Oh no, Steve! We cant turn it off Becky shook her head. Not until we get all that stuff out of there! W-Why? Steve gasped. Why? Becky shrugged. Because when Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison, cuts off your balls were going to inject them with silicon, you know, so they keep their shape better. Well, actually well do that just before she cuts them off, but you know what I mean. S-Silicon? Yes, silly and then well put them on a nice lacy ribbon, like a garter, you know, and give them to your wife. They look so nice like that and shell always have them! All the women love it Some of them dangle them from the rear view mirrors in their cars, some use them for book markers, one women even used hers for Christmas Tree decorations! She had them plated in silver!" UGGGHH!! Steve was screaming now, but not entirely because of what that pump was doing I thought. Oh! Becky looked at the jar and it was over half full! I think youre done, oh my! That was a lot Steve! She turned off the machine and my husband collapsed. Ohhh my God! I was cumming again. Dr. Allison was fucking my ass hard with that dildo and had pulled her hand from my pussy, using her mouth on me instead. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a puddle of girl goo on the floor. Are you ready to cut your husbands balls off, Rachael? Dr. Allison was breathing heavily and I nodded. She pushed the dildo in a fraction deeper. Keep that in there, we dont want to lose it. She stood up and pulled my panties up, over the bare inch of black phallus that jutted from my stuffed anus. Then she pulled my skirt down, smoothing it and smiling at me. I could barely walk! Good afternoon, Steve how are you feeling? Dr. Allison walked briskly into the operating room and smiled at my husband. Becky was washing his balls, thighs, and penis, and entire pubic area with some foaming orange stuff, scrubbing him gently as he groaned. You have his sperm? Dr. Allison looked at Becky and the blonde giggled and nodded. Yes Mistress! She made a face. Oops! I mean, Doctor! I put it in the freezer already and um, theres a lot in the semen sucker, I mean the uh, jar thing over there She pointed. Okay, well, Rachael and I will go scrub up and then well cut off those balls, hmmm? She smiled at my husband and he looked into my eyes. R-Rachael ? Shhh Ill be right back, honey. I told him. Youre doing good! I bent over and kissed him tenderly, even though Dr. Allisons big dildo in my ass was seriously uncomfortable! I bet those balls hurt, huh? I heard Becky talking to husband. Dont worry, Steve, pretty soon they wont hurt at all! And she was smiling as she reached for another big syringe. We washed up and I put on a big green smock over my clothes and some thin rubber gloves over my hands. Ready Rachael? Dr. Allison smiled and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips. This is the first day of the rest of your life! She smiled and we went back into the surgery. Okay um Are you sure you want some anesthesia for your husband? Dr. Allison looked at me, but I was distracted, watching Becky leave the room. Shes just going to clean up. Oh, um yeah. I mean hes already hurting I think. I nodded. Rachael? Steve looked up at me. What did they do to me? What is it honey? I asked him. My balls Oh Christ they hurt! He was sweating. That girl gave me some shots I looked at Dr. Allison. Oh. She smiled. Becky just injected his testicles with a silicon compound and a hardening agent. Basically theres some chemicals in his balls right now, sort of like epoxy cement, that are eating through the softer inner tissues. But dont worry, the outer shell of the testes wont be harmed at all and in an hour or so youll be able to bounce your husbands balls off the floor. Very resilient stuff. She smiled. Steve and I both stared at her. Steve because hed just caught on that he was truly nullified now, even if he kept his balls attached, they were useless. Totally! And me because well, because theyre didnt really seem to be a reason to castrate him anymore, did there? I mean having rubber super balls hanging there was the same thing, really, and it would even save him some little pain from the surgery and maybe even more, the humiliation of being totally ball-less. Then uh, maybe we dont really have to cut him? Right? I looked at Dr. Allison. I mean, no more sperm or anything no desire? Right? Weeeellll Dr. Allison shrugged. The thing is, I mean there are possible complications from leaving his balls attached to his body. So far as his immune system is concerned your husband now has two very large tumor-like masses where his balls used to be. His body is going to try and attack it Ummm they really do need to come off, I'm afraid." Oh. I nodded. Rachael I I want to go home He really didnt look so good. I know dear. I stroked his cheek. Okay, well, lets do it. I smiled at Dr. Allison. It would be sort of neat to see it, I thought. Becky returned shortly, cleaned and dressed and pushing a cart with scalpels and clamps and surgery needles and thread and scissors and stuff. Dr. Allison gave my husband a series of shots, around his groin, telling us that would deaden the nerves down there, so he wouldnt feel a thing. I have to admit it was exciting and I was getting a little hot watching as Dr. Allison went to work. It was pretty simple really; she told me how taking a guys nuts was her true passion. Ever since shed been a little girl she always wanted to castrate things. Shed started with animals, dogs mostly, Dr. Allison said. Shed grown up on a farm though, so shed seen horses get it done too, and bulls, and even pigs, when they were newborn. Anything with balls was fair game, in her opinion, and that had include her cousin Jimmy. I put the Elasticator on his balls and tightened down She giggled. He was only 13 at the time and honestly, I didnt really know I had one trapped under the band. You know theyre made for horses, the one I used, and those bands are wide and thick, compared to a boy. It popped his ball like marshmallow. My husband was shaking as we listened to her. Thats what it felt like anyway. I mean as soon as he screamed and passed out I loosened it back up. But it was too late. I knew I was going to be in trouble She smiled at me. So you know what I did? No. I was breathing hard, watching her hands as shed made a series of incisions and just seemed to pop one of my husbands nuts out, onto a small round plastic dish. Well, I popped the other one too! Becky laughed and nodded at Dr. Allison. I mean, trouble is trouble, so why not have fun? I was only 14 though, so it wasnt that bad. She picked up a funny looking scissors. Okay, here we go, Ummm just cut those little cords right there oh. She glanced at Steve who was awake and alert and staring at the big mirror Becky had set up so he wouldnt miss anything. Did you want to say anything to your husband? Dr. Allison shrugged. Some wives do. Um. I looked at Steve and snipped the scissors a couple practice times in the air. Im so proud of you dear. Now well never have to worry again! R-Rachael He started saying something, but he closed his mouth abruptly when I just severed his testicle from his body, easy as cutting a bit of string, really. One down Steve! Becky smiled at him. What a big brave boy you are! And so nice of you to do this for your wife!" Thats right Becky, Steves a good boy now Dr. Allison laughed and pulled my husbands other testicle free, holding it up in her hand. I can feel it hard already, I love that silicon. You know, they use that stuff on space shuttle too. She nodded. Okay, well Heres one small snip for a man, and one Dr. Allison looked at me and raised her eyebrows. small snip for me too. She cut off his last remaining nut and dropped it with a soft slightly mushy thud into the bowel with the other. No big deal. She said under her breath. Okay, lets make him pretty now. Uh, Rachael, you know he did sign a consent form for a penectomy too What? Steve jerked at the words. I d-did what? Don't you think hed look nice if he was really smooth down there? Dr. Allison looked at me. Wait N-No! R-Rachael Rache! You know those guys when they get their balls cut off Becky whispered loudly. Their cocks get all soft and little and stuff, like a 6 year old boys or something. She made a face and honestly the thought of seeing my husband for the rest of our lives with a soft little penis between his legs didnt really appeal. But that might have been because of the dildo in my ass and the fire still burning in my pussy. Really? I looked at Dr. Allison. N-No Wait a minute I-I didnt Noooo! Steve was really jerking now, but his lower body was asleep anyway, so he really wasnt going too far. Especially being restrained and all! Steve, honey I leaned down and smoothed his hair. Shhhh Listen to me B-But Rachael .You cant I mean please, my dick I we didnt talk about that! He was wide-eyed and afraid and I nodded sympathetically. Dont let her do it, okay? D-Dont let her take away m-my manhood too! I know, Steve I know sweetheart I kissed him. But really, you arent a man any more, dear! I gave him a hopeful smile, wishing I knew how to make him understand that I didnt really want to look at his useless penis all shriveled up and soft for the rest of my life. It really is for the best. Becky smiled at me. And hell be so much less intimidating! She scrunched up her shoulders a little. Dicks make me nervous. Rachael Steve was calling me desperately. Okay. I nodded at Dr. Allison, Just take everything, I dont want to see his penis get all small and ugly." Dr. Allison nodded sympathetically. Youre doing the right thing. Hell be a little worried for awhile, but believe me, once you show him off to your friends hell calm down. She laughed and I smiled at the thought of parading my smooth penis-free husband out for my friends. Some of them would like it, I decided. Nooo! Steve was yelling and Dr. Allison gave Becky a little nod. I watched as they started an IV, jut to be safe, Dr. Allison said, because anesthesia was a big thing. They hooked up a machine to monitor his heart and breathing and blood pressure and the whole time Steve was begging me not to let Dr. Allison cut off his dick. All ready? Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded. No, please Rachael I love you dont do this to me Becky picked up a gas mask and smiled at me. He needs to go to sleep now; do you want to do it? I nodded and took the gas mask from her, following Beckys directions and putting it over Steves face. He was crying a little and staring up at me with big wounded eyes. Okay Steve now just breathe deep and when you wake up, everything will be just fine. I nodded reassuringly. He struggled a bit, but it didnt take long at all before my sweet husband was unconscious, dreaming of his new life as a I wasnt sure what to call a man with no dick and no balls. Well, not a man, that was for sure. Smoothie, I decided, sounded pretty cute. Alrighty then! Dr. Allison gave me a smile. Lets get rid of that dirty old penis. Shed already started sewing up the place where his balls had been and it looked pretty good to me. A little tender and reddish maybe and the surgical stitches were black, but they were tight and she told my theyd look pretty good, with barely noticeable scars when he was healed. We'll finish with his scrotum after we do his penis, it'll be so nice running his urethra down lower I think. Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded, having no opinion really. I cant believe youre going to remove his penis. I looked down at it, lying flaccid against his belly. Becky had taped it down so it would be out of the way when we cut off his balls. Oh yeah, Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison loves cutting off cocks! Becky giggled and reached down, feeling the dildo stuck 11 inches deep in my butt. No wonder you were walking funny! She gave it a little push through my clothes and I wiggled my but with a grin. Ouch! I said, but it didnt really hurt, it just felt good. But hows he going to pee? Oh, well give him a little pee hole, right down there at the bottom. Itll be a little different for him, having to sit down every time he wants to urinate, but maybe thatll just make him appreciate you more. Dr. Allison gave me a smile. And he might experience some muscle control problems, so you might want to buy him some adult diapers until he figures it out. But really, that isnt a big problem and in a few days hell have adjusted physically just fine. "You won't have to worry about the toilet seat anymore either!" Becky giggled. Okay. I nodded. Hes gonna be mad when he wakes up. I thought aloud. Oh dont worry about him! Becky laughed. Hes a sweetie, giving up his balls for you like that. By the time hes all healed he wont even miss his ugly old penis anyway. Yeah. Dr. Allison agreed. Believe it or not most of my patients adjust emotionally fairly quickly. Of course not having all that testosterone helps too. Hell be much more docile, very even-tempered. Youll like it I think especially if you give him some positive reinforcement. Positive reinforcement? I rubbed my chin. Yeah, like oh using a dildo on him from time to time, maybe buy yourself a strap-on, even. He wont get very much physical pleasure from it, of course, but you will and itll let him know that his role has changed. Hes not your lord and master anymore, Rachael. Perhaps if you have a lover another woman, for example She smiled at me. forcing him to watch might be good, or even getting him to service her. Oh yeah. Becky nodded enthusiastically. Remember Lucys husband? She always made him watch when we fucked her! If you have a male lover, well thats up to you. Dr. Allison shrugged. But again, making Steve watch, even doing little things, like cleaning your sex afterwards "With his mouth! Becky interrupted. cleaning your lover maybe, you know the little things that will teach him his proper place in the world. Now that hes a total neuter! Becky grinned. His proper place is wherever you tell him it is! I laughed and nodded and thought about every word the two women were saying to me while my husband lay there, falling into his artificial sleep, and the tools Dr. Allison would need were prepared in whatever that machine was that sterilized them. Finally though, it was time! I watched intently as Dr. Allison began with a deep incision at the base of Steves penis. She explained to me that there werent any major veins or anything, just one that was rather important and a lot of smaller ones. Im not sure; I didnt understand everything she was saying. But evidently she was going to find the blood vessels and tie those off before she actually emasculated my husband. She worked slowly and carefully, like she had all the time in the world, and I was glad of it too. I watched as she pulled some tubes out of the incision, rubbery smallish things and she said those were Steves urethra. Shed clamped those off too and then she told me we could chop it all off. Would you like to cut off your husbands cock? Dr. Allison grinned at me behind her surgical mask and I swallowed nervously. I, uh yeah, I would, but What if I Oh, dont worry! She laughed. Its real easy. Well use this Becky produced a curving pair of what looked like pruning shears, almost, except the blades came together first at the tips and formed an ever tightening razor sharp enclosure. I took them and stared at the cold gleaming surgical steel, honed to cutting edges that were beyond sharp. Just get it around the base, Becky, hold Steves penis up pull it, there you go Now, Rachael down closer to the bottom, close as you can get it uh-huh, that looks good. Now just take a breath and, dont hold it just let it out and squeeze gently gently .there you go see how its going into the flesh there? Its going to get a little harder, not too much though squeeze, dont jerk it, yeah perfect uhhhh .good more *SNICK* The big curving scissors shut suddenly tight and Id severed my husbands penis completely! Becky held it up, giggling as it dripped a little blood, but not too awfully much. Wow! She said. Thats a nice one! Its going to go right into the trophy case! I was grinning and my heart was pumping madly and my pussy was soaked! I stared at my husbands cock as Becky handed it to me. Dr. Allison took only a brief moment to admire it before she was going to work on the bare little stump my husband had left. It was hardly even worth mentioning, really, less than a quarter inch remained, like a raw circular wound. Oh my God! I was shaking like a leaf now and Becky grinned at me. Pretty cool huh? She looked at Steves cock as I examined it. Well clean it up and preserve it. Theres a display case in Lisas office, I mean Dr. Allisons, and we have 22 cocks in there right now This one will be number 23! Really? I looked at the girl. Youve cut off 23 of them? More than that. Dr. Allison said as she worked on my husbands stump. A number of women prefer to keep their husbands cocks, you know sentimental reasons. Others dont seem to care one way or the other. Well I shrugged. I dont need it. Put it in your trophy case, thatll be neat. I laughed. Maybe Ill bring Steve by sometimes just so he can look at it. Anytime! Dr. Allison laughed too. Becky took Steves penis away, off to store it in the freezer, or something, while I turned to see what the doctor was doing. Well, Im just going to clean all this up a little. Run his urethra down, under the flesh here you can see the channel I made and the tubes will go right through there. Dr. Allison whistled while she worked and it wasn't really gross like I thought it would be. Do you want him completely smooth? Or do you like these little bumps? There was just a couple slight protrusions, an unevenness where my husbands cock used to be, small bumps of flesh that werent very big at all, but Completely smooth. I nodded. I think hell look so nice if theres nothing there, you know? Oh yes, I do know! Dr. Allison nodded too. Then Ill just remove these She used her scalpel, carefully trimming the flesh away. Nice and smooth! Steves little pee hole was lower now, just underneath the place where the base of his cock used to be, about the place where his balls used to be. It wasnt really a hole though, more like a little slit, like a pussy on a baby looks. It was cute and Dr. Allison told me it worked really well, having a soft little furrow of flesh maybe half an inch long and less than a quarter inch deep. Hes got a little pussy! Becky pointed and giggled. Shed returned and leaned closer to look. Thats so cute! Itll protect his urethra. Dr. Allison was saying. Just make sure he washes in there regularly, and wipes after he goes potty. She chuckled softly. She used some sort of surgical skin stuff, not real skin, but a material that covered the bare flesh where Steves dick used to be and it would stay there until his body grew its own skin and then it would just slough away. That could take awhile, a few weeks at least and itll be longer than that before hes properly healed. She told me about swelling and bruises and keeping him clean and fighting infection, all that stuff. He really was going to be like a big baby for awhile, I thought. She used some surgical tubing to make a little semi-catheter for him, running from his pee slit through the bandages so I wouldnt have to change them every time he urinated. It really wasnt long before Dr. Allison was all finished and she and Becky bandaged him up nicely, removed his IV and all the monitoring stuff, and put some nice warm sheets over him. Just take him into the recovery room, Becky and uh Dr. Allison grinned at me. Ill check on my other patient! She reached down; putting her gloved hand, still stained with my husbands blood under my skirt and grabbed the dildo in my ass. Up on the table, Rachael Lets see how much you liked cutting your husbands dick off! I guess Id liked it a lot because I was soaked and it didnt take long at all before Dr. Allison had me cumming like crazy, writhing all over that operating table where my husband had so recently been totally emasculated! =-=-=-=-= Steve? Honey do you need to pee? I kissed his cheek. He had just a little fever, but he was taking his medicine like a good boy. Hed slept a lot, but now he was home and I looked at the bedside clock, knowing the doorbell was going to ring any second. N-No He said and he sounded dry, so I got his cup of water and put it to his lips. Wha where are you going? Me? I smiled at him. Its Friday night, Steve. You know I always go out clubbing on Fridays! C-Clubbing? He stared at me. B-But I thought you we arent you going to stay home? Oh, sweetheart. I stroked his cheek with my finger. Youll be fine and I stayed home with you last night! I sighed. You know how I am, I need penis, dear! I cant help it! I shrugged. But dont worry, Monday Dr. Sandraskat is going to take care of that Just then the doorbell rang. It was Jack, a very nice man with a very nice cock who seemed to think he could keep me on a short leash! I giggled a little. I love you! I gave my husband a kiss on the forehead and left him staring helplessly after me. =-=-=-=-= Steve? It was very late, or maybe very early, depending on how you defined such things. Wake up dear, I need to uh change your bandages. Huh? My husband blinked at the bright lights. Id turned them all on. What what is it? He swallowed and finally tried to focus on me. Im going to change your bandages and well I looked over my shoulder at my newest friends, Brian and his best man, John. Brian is getting married tomorrow and I thought Id bring him here for his wedding present! I laughed at the confused look on my husbands face. W-Why Well, you know, I told them all about how I had your balls cut off I raised my eyebrows. And your penis, and they didnt believe me! I rolled my eyes at that. So I thought Id show them. Besides, Dr. Allison thought it might be good for your recovery if you saw me with a real man I glanced over my shoulder again. or two. R-Rachael no please I... But I shushed him and removed his bandages very carefully as Brian and John came closer to see. Holy shit! Brian stared. Goddamn! John flinched. Nice huh? I smiled at them. My husband didnt say anything, he just kept his eyes shut so tightly little tears were leaking from the corners and he must have been running an even higher fever than I thought, since he was so red. No wonder you need some dick, baby! Brian was laughing and it wasnt long before we were on the bed, next to my dickless husband, fucking hard. I had to try and remember to tell the guys not to bounce the bed too much though, since my husband was still very sore. Ohhh right John chuckled and he was behind me as I rode Brians big hard manly cock in my pussy. I moaned and forgot all about not bouncing when I felt Johns thick cock pressing to my asshole. Ohhh Rachael Steve groaned and looked at me and I was gasping, biting my lips and making funny faces as both of my new friends double fucked me good! Uh Uhhhh fuck me oh ..Shhhh I breathed. S-Steve Uh-huh! Uh Dont oh! W-Worry Oh fuck me!....M-M-Mondaaaaay! I was cumming so hard I couldnt finish, but Steve knew what I meant after I had my clitoris removed, everything would be fine! =-=-=-= I made you some chicken soup, dear! Steve was relaxing on the couch, well as much as he could anyway. He moved around pretty slowly, and he grumbled a lot Mostly asking me over and over again how I could have removed his penis. How could you? He was muttering and shaking his head, looking down at his bandages. Oh shush now! I put his soup on a little tray and stood there with my hands on my hips. It wasnt going to do you any good anyway! Honestly, Steve You wont even miss it! I smiled at him. I dont! Ding-Dong! The doorbell rang and I wondered who that could be. I walked the dozen odd feet to the front door and it was little Lonnie Ebertowski and two other girls, all about 15 or so and dressed so cute in their Girl Scout uniforms. Hi Lonnie. I smiled at her, but maybe my voice had a slightly catty edge to it. This little slut had been fucking my husband, after all. Hi, um The girls looked at each other and giggled nervously. We were wondering if Daddy, I mean Steve She blushed slightly. Could come out and play? Yeah! One of the other girls, a little redhead with freckles and obviously hard and unrestrained nipples, nodded. He was going to teach us about blowjobs and stuff! Ohhh I glanced over at my husband and shook my head as he turned his eyes towards us. Uh-huh! The third girl, a little blonde with her green skirt so short I could see her white cotton panties peeking from between her creamy thighs, said. I really wanna learn! Well, I dont think Steve can teach you girls anything anymore. I smiled and shrugged. He had his penis removed. What? The girls mouths opened and they stared at me. Yeah, just chopped his dick right off! I made a slicing motion with my hand. And his balls too! No way! The redheads eyes were open really wide. Yeah. I nodded. Way. But uh Lonnie looked positively heart broken. It was so big! Yeah. I sighed. Used to be Hey! I smiled at them. Do you guys want to see what he looks like without a dick? Oh yeah! They all nodded and agreed excitedly and I could hear Steve protesting. Rachael No! J-Just send them away D-Dont tell anyone Awww Rachael it isnt funny! But I let the girls in and we walked into the living room, standing around my husband as he blushed furiously and wouldnt look at any of us. Here, lets get these bandages off and you can see I started undoing the cotton gauze, ignoring Steves weak attempts to stop me. Now you be good, dear. These girls just want to see what a person looks like with no penis or balls. Ohhh and Wow and Holy cow! filled the room as the little teenagers whod been so eager to play with their Daddy stared at my husbands smooth crotch. How did you make him do that? One of the girls asked me. Oh! I didnt make him do it! I giggled. He wanted to! Didnt you Steve? No, not my dick! Steve shook his head. Oh, dont you girls listen to him, he did want it He was begging me to cut off that ugly old penis he had! I laughed. Anyway, you girls run along and tell all your friends, okay? Wha Rachael? No please Lonnie D-Dont tell anyone, okay? He was pleading with the girl. Oh, look The blonde had gotten down so she could see the little crease of flesh where Dr. Allison had put his pee hole. Hes got a little pussy now! She laughed and my husband just moaned. Ohhh Look at that! The redhead stared. It does look like a little pussy! She laughed. Is that really a pussy? Lonnie looked at me and I shook my head. No, it just looks like one, kind of, its only as deep as your fingernail but thats where he pees now. Please, uh Lonnie girls, this is a secret, okay? My husband was almost crying again. Secret? Lonnie laughed. No way! Im gonna tell everybody I thought you were a man! She sounded faintly disgusted. I cant believe I let you do that to me! She and her friends left and I closed the door behind them, shaking my head sadly. Well, it doesnt take much to break a girls heart. What? Steves bottom lip trembled. Why did you do that to me? Oh, Steve I just want you to accept the fact that youre not a man anymore! You shouldnt be so upset because those girls laughed at you! And so what if they tell everybody at school on Monday? Youre not a man anymore, dear You dont have to pretend! P-Pretend? He stared at me. You know, all that macho stuff. I kissed his cheek. Lets have some soup now and get you bandaged again. Some friends are coming over later and F-Friends? Steve grimaced. Yeah, some guys I knew from college You remember, Larry and Vince, and oh Mike is coming too! I nodded happily. Big Mike! You know he was the one who was fucking me at our wedding! H-He fucked you at our wedding? Steves jaw opened and closed several times. Before or Before and after, silly! He was your best man! I laughed and thought of John, he was being Brians best man right now at the church! I wondered if Brians bride to be, whoever she was, appreciated my wedding present. Id given Brian a bunch of nice red hickeys all over his dick, it looked so cute like that. B-But you never told me that! I know dear, I should have But Im telling you now, right? I smiled. Anyway, I know you fucked all the bridesmaids so Its only fair! I didnt I mean Oh, I know Liz is a lesbian so, you didnt do her I did. I laughed. You know what I mean though! Anyway, thats all behind us now, er soon. After Monday, everything will be all better! Monday Steve sighed. =-=-=-= On Sunday I made sure was really comfortable so he could watch the big game on TV and I was pretty exhausted, having been fucked by three very large cocks from about 3 in the afternoon until 3 in the morning Poor Steve didnt get much sleep, I dont think. He just sat on the couch mostly and stared at us. I mean our bed was just too small for three men and me and my husband, so we did it on the living room floor. I told Steve not to worry! He seemed to think I was rubbing his nose in the fact that he wasnt a real man anymore, by having all that sex right in front of him. I mean before, we always kept our sexual adventures very far from each other, out of respect and love, you know. But honestly, he didnt have balls or a cock, so I didnt see the problem. Plus, if I was going to lose my clit on Monday, I wanted to go out with a bang, you know? One thing I found surprising though, was that I wasnt feeling the same way about having sex with other men. I mean, before I always felt guilty about it. Id think it was my clits fault and I had no control and I really worried about my behavior, but now Anyway, I watched a little football but it was soooooo boring! Guys running this way, and then theyd kick it and then theyd run that way, and then theyd kick it. I really didnt see the point! So I found one of my old tapes, I had a bunch of them, from my college days. Those guys in the audio-visual lab loved to film me, and Steve and I took a little trip down memory lane! I really thought hed like seeing me, especially since the football team was on it, well on me, I should say. And it was a lot more interesting than just running! But all Steve did was stare and sigh and look down at where his dick used to be. I really wished I knew how to cheer him up! Dont worry dear, after tomorrow well watch these tapes and laugh and wonder what the big deal was! I kissed him and went back to masturbating. Tomorrow Steve groaned. =-=-=-=-=-= Monday morning came and I was just hanging up the phone when Steve walked slowly into the kitchen. He was moving a little better finally and his balls were healing quickly, I mean the empty spot where his balls used to be. His little circular boo-boo where his cock had been was doing good too and I was so glad! Arent you getting ready? Steve looked at me. Its almost noon and your appointment is at one, right? Uh I smiled at Steve a little sheepishly. You know, I just talked with Dr. Sandraskat and I explained how you werent feeling too good, you know, sore and stuff and Well, I moved my appointment back What? He almost yelled at me and I looked at my husband in shock. Im doing it for you! I stared at him hard. If I cant get around and take care of you, and youre in no condition to take care of me Then we shouldnt be doing this! As soon as youre all better then, I promise, Ill get that clitorectomy. But Rachael, I feel No you dont. I shook my head. And this is no time for false pride, either! I told you, you dont need to pretend that youre a man anymore! You promised me though all weekend, you said on Monday He was whining and I shook my head. I know what I said Steve, now stop being such a big baby! Ill do it after youre healed, okay? I kissed him, knowing he was just excited and irritable from his operation. =-=-=-= A few weeks had gone by and Steve was feeling much better. Hed gone back to work and everything! I was feeling much better too. I was starting to wonder about that clitorectomy thing. I mean, I know how Id felt before, that Steve and I could be so happy without all that sexual tension in our lives, but really I just wasnt feeling tense anymore. In fact, I did settle down a little. Id met a man named Carter who was just fine! He made me forget all about the other cocks around me and I found myself spending more and more time with him. He even liked Steve, I think, although Steve largely ignored Carter, even when the man was pounding me on our bed next to my husband. I was trying to think of a way to get Steve over his resentment and I remembered what Dr. Allison had suggested when wed cut off his balls and penis. Steve? Honey All three of us were in bed and Id been snuggling up nicely with Carter while my husband stared at the ceiling. What? He said softly. Would you do me a favor? Whats that Rachael? Steve didnt look at us. Carter smiled down at me, since I was underneath him now with my long legs over his powerful shoulders. I smiled back and leaned up to kiss him deeply. He was so sexy! Uh, Carter cant seem to find my hole would you be a dear and put his big cock inside me? I turned my face, smiling at Steve sweetly. Please? Wha ?" Steve frowned a little. Rachael I No Oh please! You know, I called Dr. Sandraskats office today and I made my appointment for next week so I looked up into Carters handsome face and sighed. We wont get to do this very much longer so Y-You did? Steve did look at me then, smiling hopefully. Really? Yeah. I smiled at him. She did, man. Carter told my husband. Youre so lucky to have a wife like her, Steve. Yeah uh I know He licked his lips a little. So please, Steve? I wrinkled my nose at him. Just be a good husband and put Carters big dick in me, okay? Were so horny! Steve sighed and nodded. Okay uh He moved a little so he could look between Carters legs and took my lovers fat cock in his hand, rubbing the head across my pussy. Carter grinned at me and I thought he was going to laugh, so I narrowed my eyes and put my finger to my lips. Ohhhh God! I started creaming right away when I felt that big hard monster shoving between my cunt lips. Fuck me Carter Show Steve how we do it, baby I was moaning. Carter fucked me for a good 15 minutes, bouncing the big swollen head of his penis off my cervix until I was whimpering like a kitten, clutching him to me desperately. It was sooooo good! There was no way I could cut my clit off, not now I was in pure heaven! "Uggghhh Fuck Im cumming Rachael! Carter was grunting, slamming his prick inside me and I was cumming too! Deep..oh yeah Carter Ohhh uh-huh get it deep ahhhh! A few minutes later, breathless and sweating and utterly happy, Carter slid off me and I reached for my husband. Steve, darling would you be a dear and I leaned close, whispering to him. Clean all of Carters sperm out of me? What? Steve stared at me! Y-You want me to do what? Clean me I giggled. With your tongue Oh, please! Itll be so nice I just want to feel good No, Rachael I No! he looked like Id just asked him to jump off a bridge. Steve? I rubbed his chest with my fingertips. Dont you love me? Yes, but Its just licking Youll like it, youll see But its so gay! My husband protested. Gay? I laughed at him. Its not gay youd have to be a man, silly, and youre not Theres nothing gay about it! Rachael No I cant.. Well then I frowned and stuck my lower lip out a little. I guess Ill just have to call Dr. Sandraskat and tell him my husband doesnt love me anymore I sniffed a little and Carter gave a little cough. What? Steve stared at me. No uh when is your appointment? "A week from Wednesday I smiled at him. Do you think I should cancel? Steve sighed heavily. No, ummm Ill do it...I love you, you know that Rachael I grinned and kissed my husband and pulled him down so he could lick at my sloppy sperm filled pussy while my boyfriend Carter watched us. Steve wasnt very good at it, at first, he was sort of reluctant I think. So I thought it would be easier just to put him on his back and sit on his face. I stared down at him, feeling my little orgasms exploding in my tummy as all that thick creamy man stuff dripped out of my well fucked hole straight into my loving husbands mouth! It was so sexy! I decided Steve would have to do that every time we had sex! =-=-=-=-=-=-= Steve dear, I wanted to ask you a favor That had become my favorite expression, it seemed. Whats that? Steve was down between my legs, licking at my spermy cunt. He really seemed to like it now, or at least he didnt argue about it anymore. He just went down on me after Carter fucked me without so much as a funny look. Well, since Im getting my clit cut off tomorrow Would um, mind terribly getting Carter hard again for me? We want to do it as many times as we can, you know, and I really need to take a little breather! I smiled at Steve and Carter chuckled, leaning back against the headboard smoking, even though Steve hates cigarettes! What? Steve looked up from between my thighs, his face covered with sperm and girl juice. Just, you know get Carter hard again. I shrugged. What do they call those girls who do that for porn stars?" Fluffers. Carter laughed. Yeah! I nodded and grinned at Carter. Thats what Steve can be, our Fluffer! What? No Oh, no Rachael please I cant Oh, honey I smiled at him. Of course you can! Look at you! You didnt want to clean all that sperm out of my pussy either, but now you love it! I-I dont love it He muttered, turning a little red. Oh, dont be such a party pooper, Steve Come on over here and suck my cock for your wife! But Steve looked at us. You know, Im not sure I should get a clitorectomy if my husband wont even do the smallest things for me I looked at Carter. I mean I just want to have fun on my last night with a clit and hes ruining it for me! Oh, hes not trying to Carter told me softly. He just, well hes still thinking like he has a dick. Thats all. Wait Steve interrupted. Y-You are getting the operation tomorrow, right? Well I was yeah. You should just make her happy, Steve. Carter told my husband. I mean there are a lot of guys out there whod suck a dick if she asked them too. I chuckled silently to myself, knowing Carter wasnt one of them! He was 100 percent manly man and there was no way hed ever let someone make him do a thing like that! He reminded me of it all the time too, laughing when we were alone about what a ball-less faggot my husband was. He just didnt understand how I could love Steve and he kept saying I should leave him. But I wouldnt do that, not unless well, unless he kept refusing to do what I needed. Ill uh okay Ill do it Steve reluctantly agreed. Oh Steve! I threw my arms around him and kissed his spermy mouth. Youre so good to me! I cant wait until tomorrow! Youll see! I promised and then I stared in awe as my husband, the man I loved more than anyone in the whole world, sucked my boyfriends cock for the very first time! He did good too, considering how inexperienced he was and it sort of made me a little suspicious, actually. Carter does have a monster penis! And it wasnt long before he had his hands on my dickless husbands head, pulling Steves mouth down hard on his cock so that I could see my husbands throat bulging with it! Youve done that before! I accused him. I cant believe it! My husband has sucked a cock before! Hes good at it! Carter laughed. Ugghh! Goddamn Hes Uhhg! Taking it all too! And Steve was taking it all, he had his nose pressed into Carters thick black pubic hair. Carters big plum sized balls were pushed against my husbands chin and I just couldnt believe it! Mmpphhhh-nnngggg Steve was saying, but I didnt want to hear his excuses anyway! I felt completely insulted by it, knowing that my husband was probably really gay and had been living a lie all these years! Dont let him up Carter! I told my boyfriend. Make the cocksucker swallow every bit of it! Cum in his mouth! I dont care! Im calling Dr. Sandraskat tomorrow and canceling my appointment! This is unbelievable! I sat there frowning and rubbing my clit. Carter held my husbands head tightly and just kept ramming his cock down Steves throat, in and out, without even a breather! I couldnt believe my husband was doing that! It was like he was showing off or something. Never mind the fact that Steves whole body was jerking and he was pushing as hard as he could on Carters strong thighs. Like he wanted to get away! Hmmph! Yeah right! I know Carter is a lot bigger and stronger than Steve, but dont try to tell me that he was raping my husbands mouth! H-He was r-raping my mouth! My husband was finally done coughing and his voice was hoarse and weak. He had tears in his eyes and his lips were bruised and a little puffy. Oh, I dont think so Steve! I turned my back on him! Rachael! He was! I didnt want that I never did that before Rachael Hmmphh! I looked at Carter and shook my head. Do you hear this? Its sad. Carter nodded sympathetically. That was one of the best blowjobs Ive ever had! I must have dumped a gallon of cum in your husbands mouth! And he swallowed it all! I closed my eyes. Im not getting my clit cut off for a faggot! No way! Im not a faggot! Rachael No Please you have to believe me! I bet he takes it up the butt too Carter was lighting another cigarette. You You! Steve stared at Carter. You stay out of it this is your fault! You know what you did to me! I fed you some sperm, Steve. Carter laughed. I didnt make you swallow it! Your dick was halfway down my throat! Steve retorted. "And your point is?" Carter grinned. "Admit it Steve, you love sucking cock. It's nothing for a smooth sexless faggot like you to be ashamed of!" Id heard enough by then and I took Carters hand and we left my husband laying there, doubtlessly savoring my boyfriends sperm as it churned in his belly. Im canceling my appointment Steve and I need to think very carefully about canceling this so-called marriage of ours! I stared at my dickless eunuch husband. I cant believe you never told me you were gay! Rachael But I was closing the door. -=-=-=-=- I did in fact cancel my appointment. I was never going to get another one either! Cut off my clit? Are you crazy? Carter and I were talking about having children and the only question was if Id divorce Steve, or if wed keep him to be our nanny/fluffer girl. I was staying at Carters house and it was with some reluctance that a few weeks later I took a phone call from Steve, begging me to come home so we could talk. Just me and him, no Carter No nobody. He wanted to save our marriage, he told me. Well I did like Steve, I even loved him still, and I could have as many babies with Carter as I wanted. So maybe this would be a good time to tell Steve that he would just have to accept the new responsibilities that we were going to expect from him. If we kept him. I walked into the house and found Steve on the couch. He smiled when he saw me, handed me a glass of wine and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head. I dont know where those lips have been! I told him, sipping my wine. I thought it was a nice touch, but then Steve always a little more romantic than I was. That was why he did so well with the girls, I think. Wha He started, but I cut my husband off. Steve. Im not going to get my clitoris removed. Ive decided that my problems our problems werent with my clit at all! They were with you and your balls! Now that you dont have any, Im so much happier Steve! But No, just hear me out, okay? Im happier and I think you are too. I love you Steve, I really do, but I need a husband. And well I think husbands have cocks, and balls, you know. So Carter is going to move in and were going to start a family. Oh, dont worry, you can stay here too! I mean who would want a person like you anyway? I laughed and took a drink from my glass. You can clean the house and cook and be our fluff girl and when I have kids, well, you can be the nanny. Maybe well get some female hormones for you, you know, just so you can have some tits. No milk of course, but babies just like to nurse. They wont care really. But Shhh Quiet now. Believe me, this is for the best! I cant believe all the time and energy I spent worrying about my clit! And money too, Steve! We spent so much trying to solve our problems when the solution was hanging between your legs! I laughed and drank my wine, feeling a little giddy. But I was finally having my say! Whew I shook my head slightly feeling a little dizzy suddenly. This is good wine. I guess I passed out, although its not one of those things you really remember, you know? But I do remember waking up and that was strange, because I was on a table. I felt a little nausea too and I looked around. It sort of reminded me of Dr. Allisons operating room, but it was a little different. Then I noticed my feet were in stirrups just like the examination table at my gynecologists office. My legs were spread and I was wearing a hospital gown. What the heck? I said softly, and my mouth was very dry. I wanted to rub my mouth a little but when I moved my hand It didnt move! Neither one of them! I was strapped down, much like Steven had been strapped down when Id cut off his cock. And my feet, they were locked into the stirrups too! Hi sweetheart. Steve was next to me and he stroked my head gently. How do you feel?" I, uh confused. I finally said. Where am I? Were in Dr. Sandraskats office. Steve smiled. I went ahead and made an appointment for you. He nodded as my eyes went wide. And youre keeping this one! N-No! Steve! No I changed my mind No! I dont want to do it! I felt the little grip of fear tugging at my heart and I looked around for someone to help me. I know you changed your mind, Rachael but I think thats just the same old problem youve always had. He spoke slowly and reasonably. I think and Dr. Sandraskat thinks, that youre rationalizing because of your fear of commitment. I laughed a little. Fear of commitment? Were married honey! Now why dont you just undo these straps and Steve shook his head sadly. I cant Rachael, this is for us, remember? You and me, to save our marriage. I love you so much, and I know you love me too But youve changed and this is the only way I know to help you. Help me? I stared at him. Steve, listen to me carefully I spoke softly GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!! I screamed and then I was shaking and pulling and pushing and jerking my body so hard I thought Id break something! Tsk-tsk! Such language from a beautiful woman. Dr. Sandraskat walked in with two assistants, all garbed in surgical scrubs. Id hoped to do this while you were awake, it makes the process so much simpler. But, we cant have you making a fuss, Rachael. One of the nurses was getting a gas mask and preparing to put me under. Y-You cant You cant do this! I was yelling. Oh yes. Dr. Sandraskat replied, We can do this and we will do this. You signed the forms, Rachael, everything is perfectly legal and I think youll be very happy with the results. N-No! I stared at him, remembering how Id signed those papers so long before. Now, Ive discussed it with your husband and I believe, given your situation, it would be best that we remove the clitoris, excise your labia minora, and I will perform an infibulation of your vaginal opening. What? I looked at him. Infib fub what? Infibulation, we will make your vaginal opening much smaller. Perhaps the diameter of, oh less than half a centimeter. Small enough for urination and your menses of course, but you wont be able to get so much as your little finger inside your vagina, Im afraid. No! I looked at my husband. Steve! No please Im sorry, you were right I I was rationalizing, making a big mistake But this, no you cant close my vagina It won't be closed, dear. Steve smiled at me and stroked my face tenderly. You can still use it, just not for sex. Oh, dont worry Rachael. Dr. Sandraskat nodded at me. After we remove your clitoris you wont care about sex anyway! This is a very good thing youre doing, you know, so few women are willing to sacrifice their selfish desires for true harmony in their lives. Nooo I was shaking me head weakly. He was going to sew my vagina shut! Id never have another penis inside me? And after he cut off my clit Id never feel another orgasm? No! This wasnt what I wanted at all! They had to know that! I'd been wrong before! Now, there are some thing you need to know. Infibulation is permanent, insofar as after I remove your labia, the inner lips, the wound will be sutured in such a way that it will heal as one flesh The entrance to your vagina will not be able to stretch, nor be reopened without surgery. This means no children. Childbirth can be very much complicated, but as I understand it, your husband does not desire children anyway. So that is good for you, especially since a penis will not fit anyway! Dr. Sandraskat laughed as if he were telling a wonderful joke. But youre going to tie her tubes anyway, right? My husband asked. Just to be safe? Hes going to do what? I jerked my head up again. I'd recommend against it, actually. Fertility makes a wife more attractive, don't you think? He smiled at my husband and then down at me. "If it it is ultimately pointless." My husband nodded and reached down to dub just above my sex. "Oh, no...please...Steve..." I felt tears starting in my eyes. The doctor shrugged as if it didnt really matter. As I was saying, um pap smears will be impossible of course, so there are other procedures that will need to be done when your wife is older. They werent even talking to me anymore! So perhaps it would be best if I was her gynecologist from now on. I think it will avoid some problems in the future, misunderstandings and such. Oh, sure Doctor. My husband was nodding. I like my doctor! I was trying to tell them. Steve! I dont want to change doctors! Shhh Dr. Sandraskat shushed me. In my country a wife would be beaten for such behavior. Your husband loves you and is doing his duty, you must respect that. I stared at the man, wondering if hed just stepped out of the Old testament or something. I apologize Doctor. My husband gave me a look. Ive spoiled her, as you can see. Yes. Dr. Sandraskat nodded. That is the way of it in this country, I know. But, it is nice to see a man taking charge of his wife. You have my respect, sir! And then they shook hands! My god! I screamed. Are you people insane! Let me go this instant! Nurse. Dr. Sandraskat nodded and someone was putting a gas mask over my face. Count backwards for me please. It was a womans voice and she didnt sound sad at all, I thought, to be helping these men do this to me. And then =-=-=-=-= My husband and I are very much happier now, it is safe to say. Dr. Sandraskat did a wonderful job on my surgery and the scarring was minimal, barely even noticeable, although it does look strange to me. My clit is gone and the small place where it was, the wrinkled skin of the hood and the soft tiny folds around it, are now smooth and soft to the touch. Slightly lighter in color than the rest of my sex. My outer lips are still there of course, and they are ruddy and seem overly large to me now, ugly things and Im going to arrange for Dr. Sandraskat to remove them soon. My vagina is much smaller now, the entrance. After Dr. Sandraskat cut away my inner lips and sutured me together again, it healed quickly and he was right, is like having one piece of flesh there. To see it one would never know that Id once had large cocks, dildos, and even a womans fist inside my pussy. Now I can barely fit the nozzle of my little douch kit inside there. The opening is very small. But its nice, I think, and Im proud of it. My husband likes to touch me there, even though I have very little feelings of any sort. Dr. Sandraskat was very deliberate and attentive in removing any traces of my clitoris, the nerves that werent directly removed were cauterized and rendered dead to the senses. But, Steve likes to touch it, rubbing his fingers along the smooth flesh and remembering how I was before. For my part, I like touching him as well. Feeling his smooth flesh, the soft warmth of skin where his cock and balls used to be He gets no pleasure from it of course, nothing physical, but emotionally we both enjoy our explorations quite a lot. We even embrace, our bodies pressed together and his smooth sexless crotch pressing against mine as we try to remember how it felt to make love. But that just strikes us as funny and ridiculously irrelevant. I have no interest in men at all, nor women. At first I entertained thoughts that even without the use of my pussy I could still enjoy men with my mouth or ass, but it wasnt true. I could do it, and I did several times, but it did nothing for me except make me realize that I was being silly. I gave it up finally and that was when Steve and I really started to live our lives happily. It took us a long time, and we shed more than a few tears along the way, but finally and forever, we were perfectly matched. End [email protected] |