Gilly, Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My story starts a little less than two years ago, when I met the woman who was to become not only my best friend, but also my lover. That's not all that strange, except for the fact that I'm also a woman.

My name is Gwendolyn, but everyone calls me Wendy. My lover's name is Janis. She's a few years older than my mid-thirties, but I won't get any more specific than that. Our ages really don't matter, anyway. I'm sure this sort of thing could have happened to a married woman of any age, especially if she were as bored with her husband as I was then.

You see, we'd been married for slightly more than fifteen years, and our sex life had become so damned predictable that it was all I could do to keep from falling asleep on the Saturday nights when we were "scheduled" to have intercourse. I don't know how such things happen, but I know for a fact that I wasn't alone in wanting something more than the usual titty-rubbing, slit-fingering, and couple of minutes of fucking that my husband provided. If any men are reading this, maybe it'll serve as a warning to you to wake up and treat your wife better.

I met Janis at, of all things, a Tupperware party. We were seated beside one another at the event, and began to talk quietly during the times when the presenter was recording the orders made by the other women. She was very easy to talk to, and we found that we had lots in common. We were both from Delaware, which is unusual enough for two women living in Aurora, Colorado. Neither of us had children, both by choice. Our husbands both worked in sales, although for different companies.

The similarities didn't stop there, though. Even though I had never had lesbian tendencies, I was immediately attracted to her. We hadn't talked for even five minutes before I was wondering how it would feel to have her kiss my nipples. I don't ever recall having such a thought in my life, and when I realized that's what I was thinking, I blushed.

Janis is much more straightforward than I am, and when she saw me blushing, she asked me what I had been thinking about that was so embarrassing. I simply couldn't organize my thoughts quickly enough to invent some story, and she finally covered my stammering by slowly running her tongue over her lips and asking, "Something like that, maybe?"

That embarrassed me even more, and I'm sure my face turned red as a beet. She laughed, then rested her arm lightly on my shoulder and whispered, "You're not the only bored wife here, you know."

I tried to change the subject to safer ground by saying something about the next item being shown, but she just wouldn't let it pass. At the next lull in the presentation, she again leaned close to me and said, "Unless you really intend to buy some of this crap, let's go get a drink."

As it happened, a scheduled "pee break" was next on the agenda, and I decided to live dangerously for a change and said that sounded like a good idea. While the other women were milling around, we made our excuses to the hostess and then left. I didn't have any idea where one would go to "have a drink", since my husband and I were not social drinkers, but Janis seemed to have someplace in mind.

When we left the house where the meeting was being held, I asked Janis where we should go to get the drink. She said that I should just follow her to a place she knew about in Denver, and we could have our "girl talk" there. She got in her car and when she saw that I was ready to follow, she drove off.

It took several minutes to get to the private club that was her destination, and I'm sure that lots of people would never know that's what the place was. The club was in the industrial district, and there was no sign on the outside of the building. Janis seemed to be quite familiar with the place, as she just walked right in as soon as we met outside the door.

The club was an upscale night club, and could have been just another one of many throughout the country. The one outstanding difference that I immediately noticed, though, was that everyone in there was female. Among the serving staff, the entertainers on the stage, and the customers, there was not one single man.

Janis seemed to be well known by several of the people there, and she and they greeted by name. She introduced me to a few of the other women, and they made me feel right at home. We walked to an empty booth near the back, and soon were seated facing one another. A waitress took our orders and soon brought our drinks.

It was very easy to talk to Janis, and soon we were telling our life stories. When I finally reached the part about how boring my sex life had become, she was very sympathetic. She said that her situation had been a carbon copy of mine up until the time she decided that her satisfaction was in her hands, and if she wanted to have a good sex life, then it was up to her to do what was necessary.

That led quite naturally to her telling me that she had met another woman about ten years ago, and they had become lovers. By that time, I'd had two drinks, and that was two more than I'd had all year. It was probably due more to my state of near inebriation than to any liberal moral sense that I thought the idea of two women finding pleasure in one another to be just fine and dandy.

At some point in Janis' story, I realized that we were holding hands. When she pulled me across the table slightly, then leaned forward to kiss me, it seemed a very natural thing to do. When she moved to my side of the booth, placed one arm around me and began fondling my breast, it also seemed natural. In short, I guess I was simply ready for a relationship, and one with her seemed quite acceptable at the time.

Janis suggested that we dance to a slow number that the band was playing, and that too seemed okay. I don't know that I had ever in my life danced so close to another person, or been more aroused by the feel of another body pressed to mine. When she placed her leg between mine, and pressed it tightly against my crotch, I began to hump it, even though we were in full view of the other customers.

When the dance ended, Janis led me to the door. As we stepped outside, the cool night air cleared my head and I began to be embarrassed by what I had done a few moments ago. Janis quickly pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. I resisted for a second or two, then returned the kiss with a newfound passion.

As we broke the kiss, she suggested that I should follow her to her home, and I could see no reason to do anything else. Again we drove back to Aurora, and she took an exit off the highway that was about one mile from the one that led to my own home. We drove another mile or so, and she pulled in to a driveway in front of a nice house. I pulled in behind her car, and then got out with no hesitation. By now I was so entranced with Janis that I simply didn't care what might happen if I followed her inside this strange house.

We walked through the front door, and then into the living room. A man was seated there watching television, and Janis introduced him as her husband, Raymond. I was again embarrassed, and didn't know what to say to the husband of the woman that I had come here to make love to. Janis had obviously been in that situation before, because she simply said, "Wendy and I will be using the bedroom for a while. You can stay here and watch TV." He didn't even look away from the program, but merely nodded and said, "Okay".

We walked down the hallway and entered what was probably the master bedroom, where she turned to me and held me close, kissing me deeply. I quickly returned to the state of arousal that I'd been in at the club, and soon began returning her kiss with equal passion.

She began removing my clothes, and after a split-second hesitation, I did the same to her. As soon as our panties hit the floor, we literally fell onto the bed and began kissing and caressing. When her hand moved to my crotch, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to spread my legs and give her access to my pussy.

The next thing I remember clearly was her crouching over me with her head buried between my legs, and with her own legs positioned on either side of me. I looked up at her dripping-wet pussy, wondering what it would feel and taste like, and then discovered the answer by reaching up and pulling her down to my mouth. As she licked and sucked on me, I repeated her actions with my tongue and mouth.

My long-denied orgasm was quick in coming, and it was literally the best I'd ever had. The excitement of the strange situation, plus Janis' skilled ministrations, soon had me bucking like a wild horse as I rode her tongue. My orgasm seemed to last several minutes, and when it was finally over, I realized that I was no longer licking her. She signalled her need by grinding her pussy against my mouth, and I returned to pleasuring her. In just a short time, she began to cum.

We lay hugging and kissing as we cooled off, and I had to marvel at the total difference in this kind of lovemaking when compared to what my husband provided. It was pretty obvious that his only concern was with his own climax, and once it had been achieved, he wanted nothing more than to just turn over and go to sleep. Janis took the time to make sure that I reached orgasm also, and then demonstrated her affection for me by holding and kissing me as we descended from our aroused state.

As I returned to reality, I glanced at the clock on the headboard of the bed. It was unbelievable to me that it was only 11:00. I had met Janis about four hours before, kissed her across the booth two hours ago, humped her leg shortly thereafter as we danced, and fell into her bed less than one hour ago. Talk about a whirlwind romance!

We lay planning our next time together, and soon agreed that we'd meet at the club during the afternoon two days in the future, assuming that she didn't have to work that day. I didn't work outside of my home, so was pretty-much free to get together with Janis at any time during the day. She was a substitute teacher in a nearby elementary school, and was on call five days a week. However, if she hadn't received a call by 7:00 in the morning, her day was her own. She said that she'd call me if she had to work that day, otherwise she'd see me at the club at 1:00 and we'd have lunch there.

We spent a considerable amount of time dressing, with lots of kissing and caressing. By the time I was ready to leave, it was almost midnight, which was the time I had told Brad (my husband) that I'd probably return. Our houses were less than two miles apart, so the drive was a short one.

Brad was already asleep by the time I climbed into our bed, and while waiting to fall asleep myself, I thought back over the evening. I knew that I'd never be able to go back to relying on just my husband for sexual satisfaction, and that my life had been changed forever by what had happened between Janis and I. As I slipped into a dream-filled sleep, I decided that was just fine with me.

We met for lunch as planned, then went to my home and spent the remainder of the afternoon making love in my bed. It was impossible for me to not compare the thrill Janis gave me by her lovemaking, in contrast to the boredom that my husband provided. Her caresses and kisses were intended to bring me pleasure, while Brad's were simply a prelude to his orgasm. I thought many times how regretful I was for missing out on this sort of fulfillment for fifteen years.

During one of our "cooling off" interludes, I asked Janis about her relationship with her husband. I was particularly intrigued by how she had managed to arrive at the stage where she could walk in with me in tow, and simply tell her husband that he was to stay in the living room while she and I made love in the bedroom. I got a good laugh imagining what Brad's reaction would be if I were to try doing that.

Janis told me that she had always been "in charge" of their marriage, and given her personality, I was sure that was the case. Even with that, though, her husband had protested when she told him that she was going to seek out other women for sex. It finally got to the point that she could no longer put up with his objections, and she started to ask her friends at the club what could be done to make him more accepting.

Janis had first been taken to the club by one of her lovers, and soon became a regular member. She said that there were two types of women who were members there: the submissive and the dominant. Janis naturally gravitated to the latter group, and her friends from the club all came from there.

She said there was one woman in particular who seemed to be the unofficial leader of the dominant women, and the two soon became good friends, and on a few occassions, lovers. However, since they each tried to be in charge, no long term relationship was possible. It was this particular friend, Madeleine, that Janis asked for advice on how to get Raymond to be more accepting of her new lifestyle.

According to Janis, Madeleine told her that she once had the same problem with her own husband, and several other of the members had also. Madeleine told Janis that they had decided to employ a method that had been used for centuries to modify men's behavior, and make them more easy to control. After discussing the method among themselves for several weeks, it was finally agreed that Madeleine would volunteer her husband to be a "test subject", and if the experiment proved successful on him, then the other women would apply the same treatment to their own men.

At that point in Janis' story, my curiosity was overwhelming and I simply had to ask her what the "method" was that Madeleine had used to control her husband. She just smiled at me and said it'd all become clear if I'd just let her continue. I could see that I'd find out quicker if I just shut up and let her go on with the story, so that's what I did.

When she continued, she said, "Madeleine brought her husband to the club one weekday night, a time when very few members were normally there. She told me that the other women in the group were all there to observe the procedure, and form an opinion if it should be applied to their own husbands. There were six women there at that time, including Madeleine, and or course her husband."

"As soon as they arrived at the club, Madeleine suggested to her husband that they should have a drink, and he agreed. She went to the bar to mix the drinks while he waited in the booth, and when she returned they sat drinking and talking for several minutes. In about ten minutes, her husband began to feel very sleepy and then slumped sideways in his seat. As you've probably guessed, the drink she made for him had chloral hydrate in it, and he would be unconscious for about one hour after drinking it."

"The other women then helped Madeleine carry him to the back room and get him undressed. They then placed him face up on a table and held his legs spread. One of the club members who was also in the group was a surgical nurse, and she had acquired several "tools of the trade" during the years she had been assisting surgeons. She had observed, and assisted in, several instances of genital surgery on men, and was quite familiar with the simple procedure that was to be perfomed on Madeleine's husband."

"Madeleine described to me how her husband was prepped in less than fifteen minutes, and then the surgery was performed. I'm sure you've guessed by now that that particular type of surgery was a castration."

I'm sure that my mouth was wide open at that point in Janis' story. I was still trying to deal with the implications of what had been done to Madeleine's husband, and as I thought more and more about it, Janis pinched one of my nipples and said, "It looks like you find my story quite a turn on." I looked down at my nipples and realized that they were hard and distended, and then also realized that my pussy was dripping wet. It was obvious that her story had turned me on a great deal, and as I thought about doing the same thing to Brad, it aroused me even more.

Janis sensed my extreme state of arousal and immediately began to kiss me while pinching and pulling on my nipples. The pain that caused seemed to arouse me even more, and when she lowered her mouth to my breasts and began to bite them, I began to moan and gasp for breath. She reached between my widespread legs and pinched and pulled my pussy lips, causing my hips to begin bucking. When she said, "Just imagine Brad lying on that table with his legs held open. Think what it would be like to see his nut sac cut open and his balls pulled out and cut off." I cried out with the force of my orgasm, and it seemed to go on forever.

When I had finally regained my senses enough to speak once again, I asked her how it had been possible to castrate a man without either killing him or leaving him permanently crippled. She replied, "Male animals have been castrated for centuries, men included. Many religious orders required that certain of their members be eunuchs, and you've probably heard of the harem guards that the Arabs used. They were all eunuchs, too. Anybody who was raised on a farm that kept livestock can tell you the operation is a pretty simple thing, and cutting the nuts off a man is not much different from doing it to a sheep or hog."

My next question was not long in coming. "How did she get him to accept what had been done to him? Surely most men would have gone to the police, or at least run off."

She said, "It's simpler than you think. Like I said, Madeleine was the dominant spouse, and her husband was used to taking her orders. She said that he was pretty difficult to handle for about two weeks, but as soon as the male hormones left his system he calmed down. I guess he came to realize that no other woman would have him, and so accepted the situation."

I thought about how Brad would respond to having his nuts cut off, and simply couldn't believe that he would just meekly accept it. My next question popped into my mind immediately, and I asked, "Are you saying that you did that to your husband? Is that why he was so cooperative when you brought me to your place that first night?"

She kissed me again, then said, "Yes to both your questions. I had him 'fixed' about three years ago, and that's why he doesn't give me any trouble when I bring lovers to my bed."

I then asked, "Was he castrated at the club, like Madeleine's husband?" She replied, "Yes again. By the time we did him, probably a dozen other men had already had their balls removed there. It was getting to be a pretty common thing for one of the members to want her man neutered, and it had turned into a party time for the women. When Raymond was on the table, he hadn't been drugged like Madeleine's husband. I'd been working on him to get him to agree to it for several months, and when the fateful night arrived, he was ready."

"One thing that I'd promised him was that all of us would be naked, and when we undressed him and tied him spreadeagle to the table, we spent lots of time undressing, kissing, and licking one another. The sight of seven nude women making love had him about as excited as he'd ever been, and by the time I picked up the scalpel, his cock was bouncing back and forth and dripping strings of pre-cum. He was so turned on that his dick never did go soft, even after I'd cut off his nuts and held them up for him to see."

As soon as the last word was out of her mouth, I kissed her as hard as I could, then dove for her pussy. As I licked and sucked her cunt, I imagined Brad tied to that table with his cock jerking and dripping, and me holding his severed balls in my hand, showing them to him. Janis' tongue was in my pussy for less than a minute when I began to cum, and I was joined by her a few seconds later.

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The next couple of months passed in a similar fashion. Janis and I met at least two times every week, usually at the club for lunch. We'd then go to either my home or hers, and spend the remainder of the afternoon making love. I continued to be excited by the thought of what she and the other members of the club had done to their husbands. My questions became mostly concerned with the method she'd used to prepare Raymond to climb on the table voluntarily, and to wonder if the same method could be applied to Brad. As it turned out, it was easier that I had anticipated.

What made the whole thing lots easier was something I found one afternoon when I was looking for a screwdriver in the garage. When I didn't see the screwdriver hanging on the tool board where it usually was, I started looking through the drawers in Brad's workbench. In one of the bottom drawers was a metal box that I thought may have a screwdriver in it, so I took it out and opened it.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw what was in that box. There were dozens of pages of paper there, and several of them had pictures of naked men who were being sexually tortured. Some of the pictures showed the men's ball sacs either full of needles or even nailed to a tabletop.

Two of the pictures showed men who had been castrated, and the last one showed a man's crotch that was completely smooth. His cock and balls had been cut off! All the pages had been handled many times, as evidenced by the smudged fingerprints on the paper, but that last one was obviously his favorite. It was almost completely covered by fingerprints, and also by many spots of something that had once been wet but was now dry. I was sure that it was his cum, spurted there by his jacking off.

There were many other pages of paper also, and they were stories about men who were being tortured. The tortures were usually concluded by the men being castrated, or by having their penises removed. In many of them, both the cock and balls were cut off.

As I looked through the pictures and stories, I realized that they had one thing in common. Printed on the bottom of each page was a line of text that I knew was the Internet address of a Website. I was pretty obvious that Brad had found the material on the Web, and printed it out to "enjoy" later in the garage. I decided to take a look at the Website, and found a scrap of paper and a pencil and wrote down the address.

After I logged on to the Internet, I typed the address in the browser and it took me to the site. The opening page told me all I wanted to know. It was obviously a Website for homosexual men, and the first page said that I would have to become a member in order to gain access to the rest of the site. Since it would cost almost $100 to join, I didn't do it, but I did learn that Brad had obviously spent that amount to get his jack-off material.

I had enrolled in a computer-instruction class at a nearby community college a couple of years ago, and was pretty comfortable using one of the machines. I was sure that if Brad had paid for a membership in the Website, I could find his username and password somewhere on our computer. As it turned out, the first place I looked had the information.

All I had to do was open the directory tree and scroll down to C:WindowsCookies. In the list of cookies there, I saw one with the name of the porno site. When I opened it, his username and password were displayed, and I wrote down the information on a notepad. After returning to the Website, I just entered the information, and was immediately granted full access.

The welcome page had a long list of buttons that would take me to various "kinks", as they were called. The fourth one from the top was labeled "Eunuchs", and that seemed a good place to start, so I clicked it.

The page that opened had more buttons, ranging from "Ball-busting" to "Sac skinning". My eyes fastened on the one bearing the word "Castration", so I clicked it. The next page was full of links to stories about castration, and thumbnails showing men being castrated by various means, from simple knife work to more complicated machinery that would open the sac and then pull out the balls, after which they would be sliced and cooked. I saw several of the photographs that Brad had printed and put in the box in the garage, and knew that I was at the Website he had visited.

I then went back to the navigation page and clicked the button labeled "Penectomy". Sure enough, the next page had lots of stories about cock removal and thumbnails showing several methods that had been used to cut off a man's penis. Again, I saw the photo that was obviously my husband's favorite, the one he had used for jack-off material in the garage.

The combination of seeing the pictures, reading the stories, and then realizing that my husband had the same fantasies as I did, was extremely arousing to me. I took off my jeans and panties and lay down on the bed and started frigging my pussy for all it was worth. As I climaxed, I thought of the pictures of the men who had been castrated, and all the ways it had been done to them.

Instead of cooling down after my orgasm, I stayed aroused. I again fingered myself and visualized the man whose crotch was completely smooth. As I put Brad's face on the man, I came again, and thought that I'd pass out from the intensity of the orgasm.

This time I did cool down, and as I lay there regaining my composure, I tried to think of some way to get us to talking about the subject. I knew that I couldn't simply say, "Hey there. How's about I cut off your cock and balls?"

I decided that it would be best for me to talk to Janis first, and draw on her experience. Since she had participated in at least two castrations, and probably lots more, and had even talked her own husband in to climbing on the operating table, she would surely be able to give me some hints about how to proceed with Brad.

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As it happened, Janis and I met for "lunch and munch", as we had come to call it, on the following Monday. When we arrived at our house, instead of leading her to my bedroom as usual, I took her to the garage, saying that there was something very interesting there I wanted her to see.

The box was still in the same place in Brad's workbench, but I was sure that the pictures and stories were in a different order than they had been last week. I was sure that he'd been in the garage jacking off over the weekend.

I told Janis to look at the papers, and to give me her opinion of them. As she shuffled through the pages, stopping every now and then to look more closely or to read part of a story, she began to smile more and more broadly. Finally, she turned to me and asked, "These are Brad's, right?"

I nodded my head, and she continued, "I'd say that he'll be easier than Ray was to get on the table. He's obviously fascinated with the subject of nullification, and from the looks of the photo of the man who has everything cut off, he's been jacking off while fantasizing about it. Is that what you're thinking?"

I said that I couldn't agree more with her, and said that I needed her help to "break the ice" about the subject. I asked her how she had first talked about the idea with her husband, and she said, "Actually, Ray and I were watching a movie called "Mandingo" when the subject first came up. I had heard that it had a scene where a man was nullified, and had rented it at the video store as a way of getting us talking about it."

"We were lying in bed watching the movie. It was a hot night, so we were both undressed and the covers were thrown over the foot of the bed. As soon as that scene was shown, his cock stood up and I knew that opportunity had knocked, so to speak. I asked him if it turned him on to see a man's cock and balls being cut off, and of course he was pretty embarrassed and tried to put me off. I placed my hand on his erection and began to stroke it, saying how hot it made me to see that being done to a man."

"I stroked him right to the very edge of orgasm, then removed my hand. I told him that I'd let him cum if he'd answer my question, and he just nodded his head. I insisted that he tell me what he meant, and he finally said, 'Yes. It turned me on to see his things being cut off'."

"I again started stroking him, and when he began to hump my hand, I told him about how good it must have felt when the man in the movie saw his cock and balls being held up by the other man. Ray's dick simply exploded then, and he pumped his jism farther than I'd ever seen it go. To keep him hot, I began to lick and suck him after he stopped spurting. I don't believe that his cock softened one bit."

"I told him that I wanted him to reverse the tape so we could see that part again, and then waited until he'd done that. As the man in the movie was tied to the wagon wheel, I started to pump Ray's penis again, saying that soon the man would be smooth as a woman down there, and that just thinking about doing that to a man was making me hot as Hell. I kept saying things like, 'Cut it off him. Castrate him. Slice off his cock. Make him smooth down there.' When the man's things were cut off, Ray climaxed again as I stroked him."

"We watched the rest of the movie, then I told Ray to eat me so that I could cum too. He literally dove between my legs and began licking and sucking my pussy. I made him stay there until I'd cum twice, all the while thinking that it wouldn't be long before his equipment would be in my jar."

"The next night we watched the movie again, and again I made him tell me how hot it made him to think about such a thing being done to him. This time I told him that I would love to do such a thing to a man, and that seemed to make him hotter than ever. As I stroked him, I ran my fingernail around the base of his cock and said, 'Right here is where I'd make the slice. I'd cut your puny little dick off first, then make another slice here to get rid of your worthless little nuts.' Before I'd even finished the sentence, he began pumping his semen."

"After that, I brought up the subject every time we had sex, and soon he couldn't get off unless I told him how I was going to cut off his dingus and nuts. After about two weeks of that sort of thing, I brought one of my steak knives to the bedroom one night and put it on the nightstand. His eyes about popped out of his head when he saw it. During foreplay, I held the back of the blade against his thingies and pretended to cut them off. He actually shot his load without either of us touching his penis. I knew then that he'd be on the table before too much more time passed."

"I think it was about a month later that I started asking him if he really wanted his cock and balls cut off. At first, he tried to pretend that it was just a fantasy, but after a couple of days he said that he'd been wondering what it would be like to be neutered. That's when I told him about the club, and how lots of men had been cut in the back room there."

"He couldn't believe what I was saying, and kept pressing me for details when we were in bed. About a week after I'd first told him about the club, I borrowed the jar that one of my lovers kept her husband's balls in. I put it under the bed, and that night when he again said that such a thing couldn't be true, I pulled out the jar and showed it to him."

"He just about freaked out then, and took the jar in one hand and his cock in the other. His cum was spraying in about ten seconds, and his hard-on never went down. He just kept pumping on it, and had his second climax in about two minutes. Even when he stopped stroking himself, he stayed hard."

"The next night I showed him the jar, but told him to keep his hands off his dick. I asked him straight-out if he wanted to see his own balls in a jar, and he nodded his head, then said, 'Yes'. That was all that I needed, and the next day I made the arrangements to have him neutered about a week later."

"I wouldn't let him have an orgasm in the days leading up to his castration, since I wanted him to be good and hot when we went to the club. I promised him that all of us would be naked when he was on the table, and he'd see more tits and ass than he ever thought possible. I told him that Milly was usually the one to castrate the men, and he pleaded with me to do it. I felt pretty sure that I could do it, since I'd watched Milly doing several of them, and it was actually pretty simple, so I agreed that I'd be the one to cut off his balls and put them in a jar."

"We went to the club on a Thursday night, and as soon as we walked in the other women began to applaud. They all gathered around us and began hugging Ray and fondling his cock and balls through his clothing. They all told him how brave he was to let me neuter him, and how proud of him they were."

"We led him to the back room and soon had him undressed. His cock was bobbing up and down, and the pre-cum was already beading on the head. I knew that he was about as turned on then as he'd ever been, and that the time was right to make him a eunuch."

"I pointed to the table and he quickly climbed up on it and lay there on his back. There were four short lengths of rope tied to each leg of the table and coiled on the tabletop. We used them to tie him spreadeagle, and then ran another piece of rope under the table and over his abdomen, pulling it tight and knotting the ends together."

"As soon as he was secured to the tabletop, we started undressing one another, with lots of kissing and fondling. When my panties fell to the floor, one of my lovers knelt in front of me and began to lick my pussy, which was really dripping by then. I thought Ray's eyes would bug out of his head as he watched everything that was going on. His cock was jerking around even faster then, and the pre-cum was dripping in strings from his hole."

"After we'd given him a show that lasted about ten minutes, we all gathered around the table. I showed him the knife that I'd use to unman him, and the jar of alcohol where his nuts would stay from then on. Milly said that it'd be best to tie-off his dick to keep it hard and out of the way, so she took a shoelace out of one of his shoes and double-looped it around the base of his cock and tied it off."

"By that time he was begging me to let him cum. I told him that he could do that as soon as his balls were in the jar, and then asked, 'Do you still want me to castrate you?' He was so far gone by that time that all he could do was nod his head. I told him that he had to say it so everyone could hear, and he forced his throat to say, 'Please cut off my balls and put them in the jar. Please castrate me.' I looked at the other women to make sure they'd heard him, then said, 'Okay. You're about to get your wish.' "

"His hips were humping so much then, even with the ropes holding him in place, that the other women had to hold him still. Milly used a pair of scissors to cut off most of his pubic hair, then she spread shave cream on his crotch and used a razor to get him all nice and smooth. I had to hold his cock while she shaved around it, since it wouldn't stop bobbing, even with the shoelace tied around it."

"When the shaving was complete, Milly and I put on surgical gloves. She then used a syringe to inject an anaesthetic into the upper part of his sac. She then swabbed the area with Betadiene to sterilize it, and said

he was ready for me. When I picked up the scalpel and showed it to him, my hand was shaking so much that I was afraid I'd have to let Milly castrate him. I'd wanted to do that for so long, and was so aroused by the thought that now I was actually going to do it, that I could hardly breathe. Finally I got control of myself and lowered the knife to his sac."

"I tried to imitate what I'd seen Milly do several times before. The incision was started right above his left nut, and on the side of the sac. I tried to just barely cut through the skin, without damaging the ball. It really didn't matter, of course, since the thing would soon be dead anyway, but I didn't want it to be all butchered up when it was floating in the jar. I very carefully moved the scalpel towards the bottom of his sac, and stopped when the incision reached the midpoint."

"Milly took the knife from me and held it so it wouldn't be contaminated by laying on the table. I took his sac in both hands and began working his left nut through the incision. As soon as we could see it emerging, one of the women told Ray what was happening, and that he'd soon be a eunuch. I kept forcing the thing out, and finally it was laying in the palm of my hand. I wanted to cum them about as much as I ever had, but knew I had to control myself."

"I forced myself to concentrate on what I was doing, and started stretching the connecting cord by pulling his nut away from the sac. When it was about 4" away, I held it up so he could see it, and said, 'Look what I found, honey. Did you ever see anything so ugly in all your life? I'll bet you're glad to know the thing will soon be cut off you.' His mouth was hanging wide open and he was gasping for breath by that time. I could see by the glazed expression in his eyes that he was deep in his fantasy."

"While I held his nut stretched out, Milly tied surgical thread around the cord, as close to the sac as she could get it. When she had completed the knot, she handed the scalpel back to me. I held the cutting edge against the cord, right below the thread, and said, 'Say goodbye to your left nut, sweetie.' I then sliced through the cord and held his ball up for everyone to see. His humping seemed to become stronger than ever as I held his severed nut in my hand, and it was all the other women could do to keep him still. After we'd all looked at the thing and told him how puny and insignificant it was, I dropped it in the jar."

"His other nut was removed and soon joined its twin in the jar. Milly then used a curved needle and the surgical thread to close the incision, after which she put more disinfectant on it and wrapped it loosely in gauze and tape. The remains of his sac looked pretty pitiful laying there empty, and I wished that I had removed everything once he'd been tied down on the table."

"By that time, I needed to cum desperately. I asked the others to help me get up on the table, then quickly straddled his crotch and guided his cock into my sopping wet pussy. I told him that this was probably the last piece of ass he'd ever get, since he soon wouldn't be able to get hard any more. I don't know if he understood what I was saying, since he seemed to so turned on that he was almost unconscious. That didn't matter to me, because all I wanted was to have an orgasm. I lowered my body quickly and took every bit of his cock inside my cunt. The others began to caress me all over, and to pinch and pull on my nipples. I'm sure that it took less than ten seconds for my climax to begin, and it seemed to go on and on."

"Finally I regained my senses enough to allow me to think clearly once again. I lifted off his cock and moved up to his mouth, ordering him to lick all my juices. As I rode his tongue, Milly held the jar in front of me so I could see his balls floating there. Again the others caressed me and pulled on my nipples, and again I orgasmed, although not as strongly nor as long as before."

"After my breathing was under control, I climbed off the table. I asked Ray if he still wanted to cum, and he began begging me to please let him do it. I told him to make it the best ever, because it just might be his last ever. At any rate, he'd never again be shooting any jism made by his balls."

"I untied the shoelace and gripped his dick. Before I could take even one stroke, it began to spurt. His jism jumped from his cock and landed on his chest and stomach. I could see the gobbets that Milly had told me came from his balls, and knew that if he ever again climaxed, the stuff would be nothing more than a mostly-clear fluid."

"We left Ray tied to the table, then lay on the floor kissing, licking, sucking, and caressing one another. It was a regular orgy, and I know that everyone had at least one orgasm that night. I actually came again when Milly had her tongue buried in my pussy and two others were suckling and biting my tits while I was holding the jar. It wasn't nearly as good as the first one I'd had that night, but certainly good enough. End of story."

By the time Janis reached that point, I was almost delirious with passion. I pulled her to me and kissed her harder than I ever had before, all the time getting hotter and hotter. From about the midpoint of her story, I'd been fantasizing that it was Brad and I doing that, instead of her and Ray. When she had tied her husband to the table, in my imagination it was me securing Brad there. When she had opened Ray's sac and removed his balls, it was me doing it to Brad. And it was my husband's nuts floating in the jar, not Ray's. As we finally came up for air, I hurriedly replaced the papers in the box, then put it back in the drawer.

We literally ran to my bedroom, both of us throwing off our clothes as soon as we entered the back door of the house. We fell onto the bed and began frantically kissing again, then I buried my face in her crotch and straddled her head. When she pulled my pussy to her hungry mouth, my orgasm exploded at the first lick. I had licked her cunt for only a few seconds when she too began bucking and grinding against my mouth, and I knew that she was climaxing also.

As we lay snuggling and cooling, I said, "I have to do that to Brad. We have to think of some way that I can get him talking about it, and then to agree to get on that table. Please help me."

She replied, "It's pretty obvious that he's already fantasizing about being castrated, and even about having a penectomy. That picture of the man who'd had everything cut off must be his favorite, since it's been handled lots and lots, and even has cum stains on it. I'm guessing that once you're able to get him to admit to having fantasies about that, he'll beg you to tie him to the table in about two months."

I said, "Yes. I think you're right about that. The problem still is, 'How do I get started?' You used that movie on Ray. Do you think it'd work with Brad, too?"

She thought for a few moments, then answered, "Well, it couldn't hurt. I actually bought that videotape when Ray and I were watching it so much. That was less expensive than re-renting it every few days. You're welcome to borrow it and see what happens."

She continued, "I can't offer you any better advice than this: When you bring up the subject, be damn sure that he's already turned on. In fact, the closer to cumming he is, the easier it'll be to get him to agree to anything you say. Women have known for centuries that, 'A stiff cock has no conscience', and something that follows is that it also causes a man's brain to shut down. Just get him hot and he's yours."

I agreed with her, saying that I'd learned years ago that Brad was pretty easy to manipulate when he was horny. It had always been a simple thing to get him to promise me something when we were in bed and he was ready to fuck. I was sure that lesson could be applied to this situation, although the consequences for him were lots more serious than just spending a few dollars on something for me.

When Janis was ready to leave for home, I arranged to follow her in my own car and borrow her videotape of the movie. As I was driving to her house, I formulated my plans to have the "grand opening" of the movie on Friday night, and listed the things I wanted to have ready so there wouldn't be any hitches in the proceedings.

Continued in Chapter 2.