In the months we dated, all she ever allowed was kissing. Sometimes we sat on her couch and made out with great passion. Sometimes I would press myself down against her, making her aware of the profound swelling in my slacks. Never did she take her clothes off, nor mine. Sometimes we saw each other as much as three times during the week and nearly every weekend, yet never did she invite me to sleep over. Never once did I even sit on her bed. “When I’m ready,” she would tell me. “Go home and masturbate if you must, but I’d prefer you didn’t.” And so, amazingly, I did not.

Gina asked so many questions, something I was not used to from females I dated. Never before had I felt so drawn into another’s life. She was subtle and insipid, clever and charming, and like a vine she crept through me so that in my waking hours it became a real struggle to think of anyone, or anything, but her. The image of her eyes followed me down to sleep each night. My passion for her continued to grow. One day she started a line of questioning about marriage and children. I could tell she wanted those things. “Oh don’t bullshit me!” I told her that is exactly what I wanted, but clearly didn’t believe me.

I spent the next thirty days trying to convince her that my intentions were to marry and have children. She asked, “Would you ever adopt?” I fell silent. I wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear or why she asked. I told her I supposed so, but I would also like to pass along my genes. Suddenly she softened considerably. After our usual routine of making out on the couch, she smiled, took my hand, and led me to her bedroom. Lighting a few candles and extinguishing all electric light, she undressed herself then rather aggressively stripped me of all clothes. Admiring my body with her eyes, she kissed me, and dropped to her knees. Engulfing my throbbing cock in her sweet little mouth, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink deeper into pure bliss. Pushing me to the bed, she kneeled atop my head and lowered herself. At last! Her chemistry, her moisture, pheromones – everything that was hers and hers alone, subtlely different from all other females, she gave to me freely, and eagerly I drank of her. By now it had been nearly a year since I performed oral on a female, but the tongue never forgets and very soon, those unmistakable sounds escaped her throat. She really enjoyed when my tongue found her tightly closed anus, and from this attention alone – she came. This too was another first.

She dismounted and lay beside me, catching her breath and smiling. In the candlelight, with her musky scent deep inside my brain, my cock remained hard and glistening. I started to roll on top of her and she pushed me off. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked. I looked at her.

Gina please, I want to make love to you so badly. I have a condom in my wallet if that’s what you’re worried about, let me go get it, I’ll be right back.”

“No!” We just stared at one another. I searched her face for some explanation, any clue at all to what might have been thinking. “Listen, we’ll talk about this in the morning. I need to get some sleep,” and with that she rolled over. It was a queen bed and there was only one pillow, so I got up, peed, and as I sat there in the dark bathroom, assaulted with feelings of rejection, of frustration, confusion. I seriously considered getting dressed and leaving this ridiculous scene, fuck her; she’s nuts. But of course I returned to her bed, blowing out the candles before settling in for a nearly sleepless night. I had no pillow which made it difficult to sleep with my head at impossible angles. Several times I rolled over and spooned with her, which she allowed, and my cock was pressing against her ass. Badly I wanted to just plunge in a hole, any hole, and fill her to overflowing, months of backed-up fluids and mounting passions. After a hellish night, the sun was in my eyes. I had to go into the office, and she to hers. We spoke no words that morning, except she did say, “No man has ever slept in my bed before,” as she watched me leave her house.

Her email brought me back again that night, passionate and faithful dog that I had become. Again, her conversation turned to children and again, I answered yes, that I would adopt. This made her so happy, and she kissed me passionately. Just as quickly, she turned cold and sat on the couch, knees drawn up. I know better than to ask what’s wrong, so I just sat my head down. “I’m sterile,” she announced. Suddenly, understanding illuminated my brain; her questions about adoption now made sense. She was looking at me, obviously awaiting comment or cross-questioning.

“Gina, I have something to confess too. I’m falling for you. Actually, I’m head-over-heels, and I don’t know what to do. I do want to be married and I do want children,” and I paused, weighing my next words carefully, “and they don’t have to be mine biologically.”

She started weeping, and hugged me tightly. Locked in her embrace, I really lost all sense of myself. “I know that deep down you want to sire your own children, and I’m smart enough to know that those feelings will never go away.” Gazing into my eyes, her fingers dancing lightly over my thigh, she said something that to this day keeps me up at night. “I cannot trust any male who still has his balls. Tell me you’d give up your balls for me. Promise me you’ll let me have them.”

I stared at her, confused and not quite believing. Did she mean this? The words seemed insane, but her eyes told a different story. I considered her words from every angle, and she was giving me time to think, not pressing me. Of course if I had no balls, I wouldn’t want to have sex, and that just wouldn’t do. “Gina, lovemaking is a part of marriage, along with raising children. If I had no balls,” I said, sounding like a parent addressing a child who just asked a stupid question, “then I couldn’t make love to you. Is that your idea of marriage?”

She smiled. “Silly. I will give you Andropatch transdermal testosterone patches, which will make you as horny and able as you were last night,” and her fingers squeezed down on my crotch. “This way I’ll know you’ll lose that desire to stray from me. You’ll never cheat, never have a mid-life crisis, never worry about having your own children, and,” she said, smiling, “I will make love to you every day at least twice, once when you wake up and once more to get you off to sleep. You’ll never be alone again. And,” she said, moving very close to me, holding my cheeks, “I’m falling for you too. Actually, I’m more than head-over-heels. I love you so much.”

We sat in silence for awhile and said, “Well, there’s no time like the present. Shall we?”

I wanted to run out of there. But something stopped me. “NOW?” I said. “Shouldn’t we make love first? Shouldn’t we get married first?”

She stood with her hands on her hips. “Come on. Don’t you worry. I’ll empty those balls of yours first. For the next few days you won’t even need patches. And trust me, I geld animals all the time. You’re safe in my hands!” She was so beautiful, her argument so compelling, standing there in her living room. I was so in love that my fight-or-flight response was ebbing away.

“But how?” I asked.

She motioned with her finger. “Come.” I followed her out to her barn, where she had a full veterinary suite. Gina removed her clothes, and in the bright light of the suite, I could see everything clearly. So incredibly gorgeous. Flawless porcelain skin with some Italian coloring to her skin, just a hint of color; no moles, no blemishes, absolutely the most perfect female I had ever seen from her black hair to her pedicured toes. She slipped on a white lab coat and her black shoes, then had me sit up on a stainless steel table with straps on it. “This is an elastrator, used by farmers to geld livestock,” she said, handing me the curious pronged device. She could tell I couldn’t figure it out. “I slip the little rubber ring here, which expands, pull your sack through here, and let the rubber band tighten around the neck of your sack. After awhile your balls just go numb and die, and removing them isn’t really any more painful than removing a splinter or popping a zit!” I sat there holding the device. “Ok, so let’s get you undressed.” I hopped off the table and stripped. “All right, I’m going to shave you, you’ll love this part the best,” as she went to the sink, moistened a washcloth, and rolled the warm cloth all over my nether region. My cock remained exceedingly hard throughout, and she giggled as she lathered and shaved me smooth, everything from the cock to the anus. After the warm washcloth and patting me dry, I felt very seduced and ready for the “draining” she promised. “Now, lay flat on the table and spread your legs.” I did as instructed.

Gina tugged hard on my balls and I yelped; the next thing she did took my breath away. That little rubber donut clamped down on my flesh, and my balls were trapped low in the sack, the skin there stretched very taut. Again she tugged, and the second donut she snapped higher up. In between was a thin pencil of flesh. About two minutes later, my balls started to turn purple and they hurt. She moved behind me where I could not see her, holding my hands for just a moment, then moved down to where I could see her. “Hold that position!” she said, “And lower your legs for me.” I watched her encase my ankles in leather straps, then reach into her coat pocket and withdrew a little brown jar of liquid and a disposable scalpel. At this, I started to panic a little and jerked my wrists, but I now realized she had already strapped them down.

“Gina,” I said, panic-stricken. “I’m not ready for this. Let me go, we’ll talk some more.”

She smiled, hopped up onto the table, unbuttoned her lab coat, and lay on top of me, resting her head on my chest. “I love you. Thank you so much for this. Let me give you a little taste of things to come.” She sixty-nine’d me and I was lost at that moment. I would have consented to anything. She came in that position, grinding herself down upon my eager lips, my own cock throbbing and near climax. I turned my head and smelled the leather and a brief hint of sweat from her shoe. “Now, for that draining I promised you.” She tossed the lab coat to the floor, moved down, and lowered herself down on top of my cock, guiding inside, riding me in a reverse cowboy position. Her hands found her way back to her buttocks and she spread her cheeks for me, giving me a clear view of her tiny puckered rosebud, and her light pubic folds that clasped like silk fists onto my cock. The pain in my balls abated throughout, but she rubbed them lovingly as she rode faster and faster. I smelled an acrid chemical as she did. “Tell me when you’re about to cum okay?” she said breathily.

“Yes, I’m about to cum, whenever you want me to, Gina.”

“Now, cum for me now,” she breathed, and she moved up and down faster even than before. I felt my climax was about to crest past the point of no return. “Gina, I’m cumming, I’m cumming…” I felt my balls tighten and it should’ve hurt more than it did, given those horrendous bands, but the release was so intense that I felt only pleasure, and her warmth, and some tugging and the knife. Waves of deep relief consumed me and my hips bucked upwards, thrusting more of me into her, and she sat down hard to accept months of built up fluids. I saw my white cream running down my cock, running out of her velvet folds.

We stayed like that for a full minute. My orgasm continued for that long, which was another first. I had never felt so good in my life, honestly, and my balls did not hurt as much as those first five minutes of banding. She settled and rested, my shrinking cock still inside her for one more minute. Gently she dismounted, picked up and donned her lab coat, brushed the hair from her eyes, went to the sink, scrubbed up, snapped on a pair of latex gloves, and returned with suture envelopes. “I’m just going to sew you up now.”

I raised my head in question. “What do you mean, sew me up?”

Gently she moved my limp, still sensitive cock aside, reached between my legs, and held up my sack, with the lowed band still in place. She smiled. “See? I told you it wouldn’t hurt! I love you so much, baby; thank you! Let me just finish up.” I screamed, and passed out.

I awoke. I was still on the table but unstrapped and covered with a blanket. Gina came over, held my cock, and whispered, “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay now… more than okay!” I sobbed, and she held me close. I cannot describe that feeling, except to say that I felt secure, and happy, but mostly completely in love. Our wedding date is only a few months away, and I can say to anyone reading this, the first epoch of my life cannot compare to the second which I entered the moment I truly gave myself over to a woman. If you ever find yourself in this position, do it. Agree; submit. And don’t look back.