The cock-play became more serious. The paper cutter was renamed to penis cutter and became the most important part of 'my' SM sessions. I've often been tied to the table with the cutter (but not always). Also, Kristen had often pulled the blade up and let it drop freely on my penis. Due to the friction in the blade-arm, it rarely even reached my penis, much less make a cut. Nevertheless these were the best moments, when time slows down indefinitely and I could only guess: how heavily will the blade drop? Or what if Kristen pushed the blade down this time...? Not that I've ever enjoyed being at someone else's mercy, but this was very different.

We've approached our first anniversary of relationship. We've made some plans for the day. Of course we went to a nice dinner and stuff like that. But most importantly, we've decided both not to cum for 5 weeks before the day. I've been semi-used to two-week sessions (I could still cum during the off-limit months, though not very often), but 5 weeks proved to be very demanding. Perhaps even more so for Kristen, who got used to licking and playing. I could almost smell her wet pussy meters away. That night is going to be special.

After coming from dinner, we undressed and almost jumped the bed that second. But eventually, after some caressing, we decided to make it better and follow our 'tradition'. So Kristen carefully (and skillfully, due to her experience by that time) banded my extremely hard penis at the very base with two rubber bands. Than I stood naked by the penis cutter, placing my dick on the base in the usual way, so the blade 'drops' between the two bands. I was shaved at that time, so everything was clearly visible.

Kristen, also nude, caressed and teased me from behind, while my penis was slowly going numb. I could feel the juices from her wet pussy literally soaking my butt. Gradually she moved her hands from my back to my chest and arms, the base of my penis and my balls. Have I not been 'trained' to delay cumming, I'd have a hard time holding my load.

Kristen, still soaking my butt with her pussy, finally put her right hand on the blade arm, pulled it up and let it drop. But, unlike the other times, there was very little friction slowing down its fall. This time, the blade has not only touched my penis, but went through the skin and buried itself almost an inch deep into the flesh.

The following sequence took perhaps half a minute, but It seems like it took an hour. Like in a dream, I can see Kristen's left hand going down to my balls, feeling and weighting them like a treasure. Her right hand rested on the blade arm again, as she observed the damage done to my penis. I can see her perfect fingers with beautiful french manicure curve around the handle, as she pushes down. Very slowly, as if she wants to enjoy it indefinitely, or perhaps she is possessed by her own fantasy. Kristen takes her time, but eventually the blade meets the wooden base, severing the flesh completely. I'm looking at the cutter and realize my penis is no longer a part of my body.

I gently put my right hand on Kristen's, still residing on the blade handle, as if I'd want to say 'Thank you for doing this, my love'. I can clearly feel Kristen's body, pushed on my back, going through spasms and I can hear her loud moans. She must be going through the most intense orgasm of her life. If for nothing else, for this experience it would be completely worth it.

I'm going into mild shock. I don't feel pain, but I'm hot and sweaty. After a while, our two naked bodies fall on a couch by the side of the table. It takes some 15 minutes till I open my eyes. I look to my left and see Kristen almost as exhausted, but just recovering. She opens her eyes too, blinks and her first glance drops on my crotch. As she sees my open wound, she immediately moans and spasms again, with almost a painful expression on her face. Those orgasms have to be seriously exhausting, but she just can't have enough. She puts fingers of her right hand into her pussy and begins masturbating furiously. I watch her, in love, and realize she is so turned on by the thought I'll never be able to penetrate her again.

Unbelievably, Kristen goes on masturbating for another half an hour, stacking orgasms one on another. The only thing I regret is there isn't a video camera recording it, because I could surely watch that again and again. Eventually she reaches her limits and can't continue any further. When she comes to her senses, she hugs my left arm and rests her head on my chest. This is the first time I actually glance down and see my wound. I'm out of shock now and can think almost clearly. I find myself observing the internals of the penis base. There's still no pain. The rubber band, together with the excitement, must have killed all feelings.

"Oh dear... You actually did it..." are my first words.

"Yeah... We did it. You let me. You didn't stop me," Kristen answers with her sweet, muted voice.

"I wouldn't stop you. This was the most amazing experience, ever. And it seemed to be the case for you, too."

Kristen's body shivers again, as yet another small orgasm tickles her nerves. This time I watch her pretty toes curling during the experience.

"Yes... But I feel so weird...."

"Hey, you feel weird? Who just got his penis sliced off by his pretty girlfriend?" I attempt some humour.

Continuing on Part 3