morphine

Well to describe me, I work at a bar / restaurant as a waitress during the day, the owner pays me extra under the table to dance at night for patrons who pay extra, you know topless, completely nude, lap dances, stuff you get at strip clubs. I've been doing this since I was 16. I've stashed away quite a bit of money and I use it to buy equipment. Surgical scissors, sutures, liquid stitches, numbing drugs, etc. I've been practicing castrations as kind of a hobby for a while. Now imagine a petite young 17 yr old bending over, sucking on you, licking you, sticking your cock in her pussy and riding you till your on the brink and then cutting your cock off. Thrilling isn't it? Believe me there are many willing men out there. Especially when they are regular patrons to see you strip. My most recent was a 35 yr old man, he had no family both his parents had died in his early twenties, he'd never married and had no children. He had been thinking about being castrated by me for a while and one night after he'd met this girl and she's basically just been making fun of him he came to my show. I'd been giving him a lap dance and he'd been getting really hard so I whispered in his ear.

"Have you decided if you want me yet baby"?

he shuddered and made a squeaking noise.

"I can tell you want me," I moaned while rubbing his cock through his pants

"I....I...I don't know."

I began to take off my top. He was practically drooling, I knew with a little more coaxing I could have him, so I led him to a room in the back my boss had set up with a bed. Pushed him down on the covers and mounted him.

“Please, Please touch my breasts,” I begged rubbing back and forth and squeaking.

“Oh god!” he said and placed his fingers on my nipples pulling and pinching while I squirmed around. He slid his hand all around my breasts squeezing them hard, then sliding his hands into my hair and back down again. I moaned and placed one of my hands on his crotch and slowly pulled down his zipper. He gasped and squeezed my breasts harder. Winking at him I pulled his cock from his boxer shorts and pants. He slid his hands down my front to my panties and slid his finger underneath the elastic, sliding it around the lips of my hot wet pussy. I sighed and began to masturbate his penis as he parted the lips of my pussy and slid his finger around rubbing my clit. I looked at him and said,

"You can stick it in if you'd like."

He immediately jumped up and removed all of his clothing, I smiled and giggled a little.

“My only requirement is that I get to blind fold you.”

He didn't even hesitate, I put the thick black blindfold on him and laid him down gently on the bed. I opened my backpack that was sitting on the ground next to the bed and pulled out my scissors, a razor, a syringe filled with morphine and stitching equipment. I sat back down on him backwards (so my ass was facing his face) and slid his cock in my pussy holding the syringe in my hand, he moved one hand to my hip and slid one of the fingers of the other into my ass. I moaned and squeaked continuously moving up and down while I stuck the syringe in his ball sack. He squeaked a little and just kept on moving in and out with me. I smiled at how easily this was going and moved his hands.

"I want to suck on you for a little while, if you don't mind, make sure to clean all my cream off of you."

He nodded.

"I'm also going to gag you just so if my boss comes back he doesn't hear you, I don't want him to charge you money when I'm doing this just for fun."

He seems a little suspicious but agreed anyway. I stuck the ball gag in his mouth, and moved my lips to his cock, licking him clean while he writhed around on the bed. I grabbed the scissors and closed my mouth over his cock he moaned underneath the gag thrusting into my throat while he was fucking my throat I took the scissors and sipped a piece of his balls open. He jumped nearly to the ceiling! I laughed at him.

"Sorry my teeth hit you"

He relaxed and grabbed my hair gagging me on his cock. Which got me really mad, I'm was supposed to be the one in control and he just took the power out of my hands. So I cut the rest of the way through.

He screamed, which was surprisingly audible even behind the ball gag. and tried to get up. I laughed and explained to him that his tesicles were hanging to the floor and he might bleed to death if he wasn't careful.

He still tried to get up.

"You know I could just cut off your dick to, its is small enough I don't think even you would miss it."

He laid back down and nodded.

I took the scissors and sniped off one of his balls.

"Boy on top of your dick being really small, so are your balls. You would think you would have at least one thing that was a normal size."

He squeaked. It seemed he was actually enjoying himself. I snipped the other one and he jerked a little. I licked the head of his penis because a little bit of pre-cum was leaking out. I grabbed the sutures in my bag to use them instead of the needle because he had already lost so much blood, probably part of the reason he was so compliant. I closed him up and undid the gag and blindfold. I knew it really didn't hurt that much cause of the morphine he was just being a big baby, and I was tired of it so I went home and left him there.

A week later he came back into the strip club and paid for a lap dance and a session with me. We went into the back and he thanked me, saying how it had changed his life. He wasn't so sex oriented anymore, he was more concerned whether a woman had an orgasm now. I smiled.