Wife's Discovery

“Quickly.” She ordered, turning her attention to him now. Her husband was pulling off his boxers and she snorted a laugh at the sight of his flaccid cock. They had been married for five years now, and while they occasionally played games in the bedroom, their sex life was fairly vanilla. He was definitely less than well endowed, and the extra weight he had added since their wedding made his dick seem that much smaller. As he finished undressing, she ordered him to stand spread eagle at the foot of their king size four poster bed and secured him by the wrists and ankles with four pair of hand cuffs she found in the box.

He was facing the headboard and watched as she undressed herself and retrieved another box from her walk in closet. He watched in amazement as she pulled a large vibrator out of the box and started to use it on herself. He had never seen her masturbate before and his cock hardened at the sight of her, ignoring him completely and pleasuring herself as if he were not even there. After she had enjoyed several orgasms, she took the moistened vibrator she had been playing with and held it up to his face. It was a soft lifelike cock shaped device that was easily twice as big as what was dangling between his legs, and covered with her juices. “For five years this is what I have had to settle for when I needed a big cock. Now you know my little secret…next you are going to tell me all about yours, all of yours.”

Reaching into his box, she pulled out several items and spread them around the bed. There were all types of clamps and ball crushing devices. She saw several whips, and what looked like a machine that delivered electric shocks. But what caught her attention was a plain looking brown paper bag in the corner of the box. Opening the bag there were several items of interest which she laid out on the bed. First was a pair of strange looking pliers, next was a bag of what looked like small rubber bands, and last was a sales receipt from a local farm supply store. Her eyes opened wide at the receipt. It was dated just two weeks ago and was signed by her husband. Item one said ‘Castration Tool’ and item two said ‘Castrating Bands’. She was a veterinarian, but never worked on farm animals.

“You have been a very bad boy,” she told him as he squirmed in his bonds. His tiny cock was still as hard as she had ever seen it. “What did you have in mind for this?” She asked, holding up the tool and working the jaws open and closed.

“Nothing…” He stammered, words escaping him. Moments later he found himself wearing a ball crushing device he had made years earlier with his smiling wife ratcheting a steel plate down on his trapped balls. Each turn of her fingers sent excruciating pain thru his balls into the pit of his stomach. “Please,” he gasped, “that stuff is all just a joke. I don’t know why I bought it”

“I confessed my little secret, didn’t I?” She said, “I’m disappointed you won’t tell me yours.” With a sarcastic sad face she pulled out the electric shock machine. It had two wires with several end attachments. There were alligator clips, little sticky pads, and what looked to be a wire catheter. She connected the alligator clip to the metal frame of the ball crusher and inserted the catheter into his erect penis. “Last chance?” She asked, looking up at him, “care to confess?”

“Alright!” He cried. “I have always fantasized about you taking my cock and balls. I just want to be your oral sex slave. I know you like sex and that my cock is too small for you. You can have other men if you want to, I will do anything if you make me your eunuch slave.”

Pressing the button on the shock machine, his body shook as electricity surged through his cock and his flattened testicles. Holding the button in as she spoke, she said “this is for not telling me all of this five years ago. If you had you would have been castrated on our wedding night, just like one of the bad little dogs I cut every week at the office.” She released the button and his body slumped in the restraints. “But no,” she went on, “you keep secrets from your wife because you know I would really take your precious little cock and balls away from you. You would rather just play with yourself and think about me taking them. How often do you jerk off thinking about all this stuff?” She asked. “And don’t you fucking lie to me,” she warned, her finger on the shock button.

“A few times a week,” he confessed, barely above a whisper.

“Well guess what, those days are over.” She laughed. “Your puny little cock is going to be in a jar of formaldehyde on our mantle so I can show all my girl friends or any men I bring home what I had to put up with for five years. I think I’ll let you keep your balls for a while, maybe even for five years. That way I can see how horny you get with no dick to pull on and I’ll have something to torture for a while.”

“But I,” He tried to say, but she interrupted again.

“This may have just been your ‘fantasy’ but now it’s your reality. If you even try to tell anyone that this was not consensual and per your request then the newspaper will get some nice pictures and a copy of the castration tool receipt with your signature on it. Not to mention you will have to keep your testosterone producing balls around to torment you forever.” She was holding his cock now, removing the catheter. “But if you are a good dog and learn how to obey me, if you learn to give decent oral even if you can taste I’ve been with other men, then I’ll take your balls and put them in the jar next to your little dick. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress”