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John was finally going to get what he had wanted for years. He had finally found a cutter to remove his penis the way he wanted it removed. John had placed ads in alternative newspapers and online looking for a female cutter. He wanted a woman who actually liked men and who understood his desire to have his penis cut off. The search had been a long one. There werent really all that many woman cutters and fewer still who werent bitter toward men and who took a sadistic delight in cutting off cocks because it fed their hatred of men. John had found Samantha through an ad hed placed in an alternative paper in New York City. Samantha was board certified in surgery and had an additional degree in psychology. She had insisted on three counseling sessions with him to determine why he wanted his penis sliced off. She wanted to be sure that it wasnt just a self-destructive pattern or that he was suicidal. He must have convinced her of his sincerity because he was now stripped naked in her operating room strapped down to the bench where she would cut off his penis.
That was one of the things that had drawn John to Samantha. He preferred to call his member his penis, not his cock, not a dick, or peter or god forbid his schlong. He called it his penis. He like the way the word rolled off his tongue. The hard P sound at the start of the word and the soft sibilant S sound at the end. When they first met, Samantha got right to the point and asked, Tell me why you want me to cut off your penis? She was smart, friendly, and direct, without the hardness and bitterness that characterized other cutters hed talked with. In preparation for the cutting John had followed Samanthas directions and had shaved his entire crotch of pubic hair. She had also told him not to masturbate under any circumstances. It had been three weeks since theyd last seen each other. Now all was in readiness for his penis to come off. He was not strapped to a standard operating table but to a special type of bench/chair. It looked a little bit like a home weight lifting bench. It had a back that could be adjusted but had short legs that split from the middle of the bench. He could sit up and see his crotch and everything that Samantha was going to do to him. The bench legs were long enough that his legs were spread apart so his penis and balls hung free. Samantha could sit between his legs and do her work without any obstructions. He was restrained not to keep him from changing his mind but so he wouldnt jerk when the scalpel cut through his flesh causing complications. John was already turned on due to the fact that his penis was going to come off, the three weeks of orgasm denial and the fact that the cutting bench was covered in glove soft black leather, one of his favorite fetish materials. Just then Samantha walked into the room. She was dressed in a clean white starched uniform. Hi John Ready to lose your penis? John responded, Yes Please Samantha dont make me wait any longer. I want it off, Please!!! Samantha just smiled and gently stroked Johns penis bringing it to full erection and extreme hardness. He was close to cumming but she warned him not to, or the experience wouldnt be everything he wanted. Once he was hard she slipped a stainless steel cock ring down to the base of his organ to keep it stiff. After that she gave him a shot of strong painkiller in his hip. The anesthetic would block the major nerves in his pelvis so he wouldnt feel most of the pain as his penis came off but he wouldnt lose his hard on either. Finally Samantha fixed an IV in his right arm but didnt start the drip, that would come later. After the final preparations Samantha stroked Johns penis a couple more times just to tease him. The she said Ill be back in about 15 minutes while the painkiller takes effect. During the time Samantha was gone John looked at the instrument tray next to the bench and contemplated the scalpel, suture needle and thread lying on a clean white surgical towel. He thought about the sharp stainless steel blade and needle cutting and changing his flesh. He also noticed the lack of feeling he had below the waist as the anesthetic took hold. All of a sudden, Samantha walked back into the room and she was a fetish dream come true. She was dressed in a black leather merry widow with bra cups that barely concealed her breasts, leather panties covered her pubic mound and she wore black thigh high lace up boots. John gasped out loud when he saw her. She was the leather Goddess of his dreams that he wanted to give his penis to. Samantha walked over to John and lifted one of her boots to his diamond hard penis and rubbed the leather all over it and his scrotum. He moaned in pleasure. Then she picked up the scalpel in her leather-gloved hand and laid the flat side of it on the very tip of his penis. That was all it took. Just the touch of the cold steel on his cock and John came instantly shooting a three-week load of jizz onto Samanthas merry widow from just below her breasts to the top of her pussy. Samantha wasnt angry, she laughed and moved next to John and said, Lick it up He quickly lapped his own cum off the warm black leather until he got every drop. When he was finished Samantha moved a stool between his spread legs and sat down. She grabbed his penis at the base in her left hand and with the scalpel in her right hand began to cut Johns penis lengthwise from the tip down to the base just above the cock ring. John didnt cry out at the pain he felt but sat there transfixed as Samantha carefully, slowly, precisely split his penis right down the middle. When she was done Samantha held the two halves of the penis apart, one side in each hand and let John marvel at his now useless penis. Then in a final move she held the two halves together while she used a circular motion to completely cut the split meat from Johns body. Samantha then stood and held the severed bisected organ above his face while she turned on the intravenous drip that would put him to sleep so she could finish her work by rerouting his urethra. The last thing John saw before drifting into unconsciousness was Samantha, his leather Goddess holding his penis in both hands directly in front of his face.
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