Then I entered into a 2 year relationship with a girl called Amber, while we were at Uni. It was so much fun, especially teasing the boys with our fondling & kissing, then going back to our apartment for wild sex later. We had a lot of toys. But then we really began experimenting on boys our age, and even a couple of older men, inviting them back, getting them to do things for us, then letting them watch us licking & getting each other off.

I was still a virgin to penises at this stage, but soon we let one guy join in. What I discovered around that time, is that although men are hard & rough... they are crazy for sex, and will do anything for a little pussy action, even just to watch! And they're so easy to get off, compared to women. Poor Amber, it was hard work to get her to cum, and so often she would give up on me just when I was nearly there. We're still friends, but men are so much easier!

I met Bill around this time. I would make him lick me until I came in waves, then let him masturbate. We did that for several weeks before I let him put it in me. The rule was: he got me off, then he was allowed to put his cock inside. But I never let him come inside because I wasn't protected, and sperm is so messy, dribbling out of me for hours afterwards! Yuck, -No Way!

We got married in Chicago one freezing January 6 years ago. Bill works as a mechanic, and I'm a Lawyer in the city with a very reputable large firm. We are very comfortable & happy, with me earning nearly double what Bill earns. When we had our daughter, I asked him to stay home & look after her, so I could stay at work. But he didn't, so we struggled for a while. You see, Bill is socially a bit of a man's man, except in the bedroom, where I am definitely the dominant partner of our relationship.

While he was the main bread-winner for nearly 4 years, something else happened... he started licking me less, a lot less, and coming inside me! I was on the pill, but I hate his sperm dribbling out of me during the day, especially now I'm back at work. And we're having sex a lot less often. I suspected he was wanking off while surfing the internet, but I couldn't catch him, and he had a program installed to remove his internet history. So, with the help of a friend, a client actually, I installed a cookie in his PC! Now I can see what he is upto in the other room, even as he's logged on! I can also watch him from work on his rostered days off!

What I discovered was very interesting... I began to realize poor Bill has an unfortunate Femdom castration fantasy. So many sites, including eunuch archive, involving female domination, cbt, ballbusting, bondage & elastrators! This revelation was a real turn on for me, taking me back to my University days! I obviously needed to get control of Bill, like the old days.

I learned about castration when we got a puppy for our daughter, when she was 3. He quickly grew from a cute little guy into a leg-humping dog which chewed everything in the house. The vet suggested castration, which solved all our problems: our dog is lovely now, and a great best friend for our 5year old. Looking back now, understanding Bill's unfortunate fantasy... I really wonder how he felt the Saturday we all went to the Vetinary Clinic to get the dog fixed? I remember it was a fun day, because I kept quietly joking to Bill about getting him done also.I think that night he licked me off, like the old days, while I squeezed & joked about cutting his balls.

Over the past 9 months, I've been working on him, and really researching castration, and surreptitiously watching his surfing habits, less upto our Big Day, but still ongoing... if anything, perhaps getting a little more extreme. -I noticed he became a paying member of some body modification & dominatrix sites. I began wondering if he had ever been to a professinal Dominatrix? Poor Bill, he doesn't earn that much, and with his other habits, he can hardly afford to pay for these sites.

That night in bed, watching tv, I started on him in earnest by mentioning how wonderful our dog was since 'I' had him fixed (it was actually a family decision - but I wanted to elicit a reaction from Bill)! Bill very casually, off-handedly agreed, still watching his program. I reached under the cover & softly grabbed his testicles inside his boxer shorts. This got his immediate attention, and an instant erection! I made him undress completely, then got one of his ties from the wardrobe, and tied his balls tightly with it. I was wet, and made him lick me off. I was so horney it happened fairly quickly, then I made him jerk himself off, with me still holding the end of the tie which was by now making his balls a lovely purple color. He kissed me so sweetly afterwards, and I made him replace my underwear. He seemed just like my old slave again!

Over the next couple of weeks I moved my work hours to correspond with Bill's rostered-days-off every fortnight, because he was still wanking-off on the internet all day. Now instead of wanking-off, I have made him use those Fridays to serve, and service me. He is allowed to cum once in the morning, and once in the afternoon, I cum whenever I like, using his face, and sometimes his penis, for my great pleasure. He's not allowed to cum inside me anymore. And since our Big Day... he can't!

The first rostered day off, or 'Slave Day' as I now call it, I started him off by taking him to the Pet Palace, and we bought a new a new dog leash, and a choker chain. Poor Bill, so innocent... he thought we were buying that stuff for our dog! The leash went around Bill's neck, and the choker chain around his nuts. The following fortnight, we got a small padlock for the choker chain on his balls, and a larger padlock which fits around his balls, tightly, perfectly! I also bought a heavier chain to go on this big padlock. Once he's on that chain, he's my slave until I decide to release him.

After he's made me cum, and I get bored with him, I make him clean me, or our house, chaining him to one area at a time. Then I let him cum if he's done a good job. He's not game to wank off without my permission anymore because I can be very cruel if he disobeys me. After I caught him the first time, I took him to the garage, and made him make me a reprimand stick, which he unfortunately cleverly did by cutting off about 2 feet of broom handle! I made him bend over, balls still chained, and wacked his bum so hard, so many times,it left him bleeding. He's got scars!

Then I made him cum again, there in the garage, which was so pathetic... a tiny dribble of cum, made me laugh. Poor Bill, I think his balls were getting ruined from the chains! Then another time I caught him wanking while he was supposed to be cleaning the bathroom. He came, as I entered. I made him clean it up, while he was cleaning his mess with the cleaning bucket, I got an inspiration and chained the empty bucket to his balls inside the big padlock, so it was just hanging there, then I put him in the shower, with the leash around his neck to the top shower fitting, holding him straight upright. Then I turned the water on, and explained how I would turn it off once he'd cum. He couldn't cum because he'd been naughty, and the bucket filled with water. Poor Bill nearly choked, and the bucket full of water nearly pulled his balls off! But finally came a surprising amount... lovely big spurts straight down the drain! Best place for sperm.

This was getting so much fun, and the strange thing was we both equally looked forward to our Slave Day together with great anticipation & excitement! I asked Bill to invent some ways to pleasure me, and he bought me a large new vibrator. Like one of his websites, I began chaining his balls to a hook I had him attach to the wall in the lounge room, and made him lick my arse while I pleasured myself to shuddering orgasms with the new vibrator. That is my favourite! I usually let him wank off while he's doing that, because I can cum quicker than him! Just the thought of him allowing himself to be so completely dominated by me, to lick my arse lovingly makes me instantly wet! He's such a good slave, and obedient husband.

I made him wax his whole body every month, as one of his duties. No more unsightly hair for me to look at on Slave Day, and I knew he needed to be clean-shaven down there when I finished him. I was having a lot of fun with my secret plans!

Recently I really injured his left testicle when I caught him wanking off again. Silly Bill. I wacked his chained balls over & over again with his stick, but he just kept wanking & cumming. He was chained to the taps on the sink, and meant to be cleaning the fridge. Afterwards, he had tears in his eyes, and wouldn't let go of his balls. I let him off the chain so I could have a closer look. He kissed me, and said: "I think you've ruined my left nut", with a lot of emotion, and tears in his eyes. But he was still hard. The ball felt ok, but obviously very tender, and there was a little lump, or bulge. Since then that testicle was always very tender for Bill. I bought him a new car, because I did feel bad.

After that, it was him who suggested we buy an elastrator. I had no idea where to get something like that, but he knew! We drove out to an industrial area in his new car, to a Stockfeed Suppliers. Bill stayed in the car, while I bought the toy, aparently, not usually used as a toy, but for castrating farm animals. There are two kinds of rubber rings available, so I, of course, bought both.

On the way home, I got it out of the packet, and made Bill pull-over in a quiet side street. I made him get his balls out, and he was so hard! I put the rubber ring around his testicles, making him wet, pre-cum coming from his erection! He started wanking immediately. I couldn't make him stop. I got out of the car, disgusted. After he came, I watched from outside as he frantically tried to get the ring off, but couldn't. I started laughing at him, opened the door, and still laughing at his predicament there on the side of the road, offered to help him. He agreed like a little lamb. Poor Bill. I had a nail clipper in my handbag, which he used to cut the ring, and moaned dramatically as the ring snapped off. I laughed all the way home!

Upto our big day, we used the elastrator every Slave Day. Since I bought it that day, and saw it's effect on him, I would never let Bill cum unless I'd fitted a rubber ring to him. Then he could cum. Our sessions became longer & longer, as I procrastinated about allowing him to cum, and I think his balls weren't working very well anymore. I went off the pill, because he wasn't allowed to make his mess inside me anyway, and I really don't think he was any good as a man anymore anyway.

Right from the beginning I decided to cut his testicles the way the vet did. Two simple incisions, tie the arteries with surgical thread, then snip snip. When the elastrator thing started, I began talking about castration seriously with Bill, during our games. It would get him hard, and when I'd fitted the ring, and he was allowed to pleasure himself, I'd tell him in graphic detail what was coming, while he was cumming. I began making him beg me to castrate him BEFORE I would fit his ring. In fact, that became the game: he would have to convince me of his complete submission to me, by licking my arse, and begging me to castrate him of his own free will & desire, before I would fit his ring.

I began videoing his pathetic demonstations of submission to me, and still love watching those videos, with me standing over my once 'man's man' husband, wearing my cute lingerie & heels, with him, completely suppliant & beaten, licking me from below, or begging me to castrate him. I began tying him to the the bed before fitting his elastrator ring, then play with him, and usually eventually releasing his right hand to finish himself, while I rode his face Reverse Cowgirl, using my big soft clean vibrator. I loved to cum as I watched him wanking himself, licking my arse, his banded balls going grey, and him begging me to castrate him in complete submission.

I was so horney as I made Bill take holidays from work. I actually rang his boss & organised it one Slave Day, saying it was for a family vacation. Bill was extra attentive to me, asking how I was going to do it... with the elastrator? I wanted it to be a sudden surprise for him, so I never told him. On our Big Day, I made him wash & shave his waxed balls, so they were shiny smooth & clean. I tied him to the bed, and he was still flaccid until I put a rubber ring onto my elastrator. But I was just playing. I put on the video, and asked him if he wanted me to castrate him. As usual he BEGGED me to, perhaps not understanding fully what he was doing. I cleaned him with antiseptic, and using a scalpel cut a slit in his left scrotum, Bill winced. It bled a little, but not too much. I made him drink a glass of vodka.

After a while, he said the cut was feeling number, and he was definitely getting drunk. I popped his ball out of the sack, which he said stung. With his ball out, I gave him more vodka, and made him erect. That was nice. I got a close-up with the video! I found the big artery, connecting his testicle to his body, and tied it off tightly with a surgical knot. Technically that ball was now dead, and Bill said it ached like it was being elastrated. I cut his right scrotum & popped that ball out too. Finding the artery this time was easy because I knew what to look for. I was so wet now, and shaking, I could hardly tie the knot!

Bill was drunk, and trying to watch. I played with his penis to make it stand up and videoed both his nuts hanging outside his sack! He kept saying: "My balls are hurting, please castrate me Mel!" I don't think, at that time, he really understood that he really was already castrated. I laugh about that when I watch the video now! There was no way I would have been able to untie or cut the thread from his arteries.

Then I cut his balls off with the scalpel. The first one made me nervous in case he started bleeding, but nothing really! It was already looking very grey by the time I cut it off, and his cords just flicked back inside his scrotum, like a rubberband. I laughed a little, maybe with relief, when I cut the second one off. Bill was watching in disbelief, and said: "Fuck - you really did it!" He became instantly erect! I put his balls on his waxed belly, and sewed the holes up in his scrotum. When I looked up, he had tears in his eyes. I was so wet! I climbed on his face, reverse cowgirl, like usual and made him lick me, while I untied his right hand. But instead of grabbing his cock like he normally did, to start wanking... he felt his detached balls, laying cold on his belly! I laughed, and made him lick me, just like normal!

He started wanking, and licking my arse. I put the vibrator down, and used my fingers. Bill came for the last time in big spurts, and I came in shuddering waves, looking at his balls, which had fallen off his belly onto the bed!

After I was finished, I made him lick my vagina clean, as I usually did, then picked up his balls and went into the kitchen. Bill was feeling his empty scrotum, and untying himself at the same time. I put his testicles into a jar of methylated spirits. Unfortunately the only jar I had was a bit big, and his testicles looked a bit small & silly floating in the meths. Bill was having a little trouble walking, as he came naked into the kitchen. I made him sit down, and put the jar in front of him. He drunkenly put his hand in, and got his testicles out. He put them onto the table, and kept feeling his empty scrotum. I felt sorry for him, and kissed him. He kissed me, and went back to bed.

Leaving his testicles on the table, I followed him to the bedroom, feeling sorry for him, but sooo horney! He was crying. I asked him to lick me. He did, and I came quickly... watching him fingering his empty sack! I masturbated him, and he came a little bit, but it was very watery looking.

I cleaned him up, and gave him some painkillers, and antibiotics I'd organised before the Big Day. I went back out into the kitchen and plonked his balls back into the jar of meths, and put it in the cupboard. Later I confessed to the cookie I put in his computer to watch him surfing those sites. He realized I had completely outsmarted him, and admitted that I always dominated over him sexually. And he confessed he'd always wanted to give himself completely to me, and serve me.

We often get his balls out of the cupboard, and watch the videos, as foreplay for me. Bill can't come anymore. On the video, I especially love the look on his face when I put the testicles on his belly, and the close-ups of them hanging ridiculously outside his scrotum, with silly penis so excited! Bill licks me while I watch the videos. He licks my vagina everynight before I go to sleep. He can't cum anymore, and can hardly get an erection. Poor Bill, sometimes I give him viagra to make it stand up like the old days, so I can push it inside me, he likes that.

He's stopped working, and going to the pub, and spends all his time with me & our daughter. Like our puppy, he is so much better now... something every married woman should consider after having kids...