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The Blog
by Cassandra Logan The following is a fictional story, and despite its being presented in the form of a listing from a blog, it is simply a story, including the "editor's notes" that claim it is from an actual blog. The format was intended to add a sense of realism. The entire work is my creation, with helpful suggestions from my hubby. Enjoy. -- Cassandra =============================================================== [EDITOR'S NOTE: The following exchange was found on a Web bulletin board for men with an interest in castration and penectomy. The Webmaster gave me permission to share the text on the strict condition that I not reveal the Website, as he does not want an onslaught of fake postings and spam.] On January 14 at 2:14 pm, Curious_Wife wrote: Are you guys serious about wanting women to torture and mutilate your genitals??? Or is this just a fantasy? I'm wondering because I noticed that my husband bookmarked this page in the web browser, and I'm wondering how much he might be into what you guys have been discussing. Curious --- On January 15 at 5:34 pm, Jack273 wrote: I can't speak for everyone here, but if a woman asked me if she could kick me in the balls, I'd say yes. If she said she wanted to cut off my penis, I'd be turned on by the thought and I wouldn't say no, but I'd have to think about it a long time before saying yes. I love the fantasy, but I like sex, too. I'd guess that for most guys here mutilation of their junk is just fantasy but one that really gets them turned on. For a few, the main thing stopping them is that there aren't many women who'd even think of getting involved in that kind of thing. I think you're the only woman who has ever posted on this board. (You ARE a woman, aren't you???) By the way, there are only a dozen or so of us that regularly post here, but I'm guessing there are a hundred or more who lurk here, reading the posts but never posting their own comments. Hard to tell how many of them would be into getting their genitals mutilated by a woman and how many are just turned on by the thought. Jack --- On January 15 at 7:53 pm, NulloWannabe wrote: My fantasy is to have a bunch of women tie me to my bed naked, tease me by slowly stripping and rubbing their cunts on my dick and dangling their boobs in my face and beating my balls with iron pipes. Then they'd wrap a big rubber band around my hot dick to limit the bleeding and slowly cut it off with a bread knife while laughing at me. Then one would put my cutoff dick inside her cunt and they'd get dressed and walk out laughing leaving me there. But I don't think there are five women on the planet that would do that even if I'd raped them all. Not my wife for sure. She'd freak out if I told her I wanted her to squeeze my balls during foreplay. --- On January 16 at 3:33 pm, Curous_Wife wrote: Yes, I'm a woman. If my husband, I'll call him Bob here, wanted me to tie him up naked and tease him sexually, that would be fun. I could get into that. Great foreplay. Beating his testicles? Hmmm. Maybe if he really wanted it. I'm afraid cutting off his penis would give me a one-way trip to jail. I might be tempted if I found he was cheating on me, but actually doing it? I don't think so. But if he's really into this fantasy and wants me to help him fulfill it, how do I bring up the subject? Or should I even bring it up? Do I just wait for him to bring it up? Curous --- On January 17 at 7:53 pm kmb325 wrote: He'll never bring it up on his own. Tell him you found his bookmark and read the posts. Tell him if he finds what's discussed here exciting, you're open to the idea. Ask him to tell you what fantasies he has, and if he starts to tell you some, smile or even giggle so that he knows you're not being judgmental. If he thinks you're judging him he'll clam up about it. --- On January 19 at 3:22 pm Curous_Wife wrote: Last night at dinner I told him I'd seen his bookmark and wondered about his fantasies. He looked like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I told him a little variety in foreplay was fine with me but we'd have to go buy some rope. I lifted my leg under the table and rested my foot on his chair between his legs and wiggled my toes against his zipper. After that he opened up and told me that he'd had a fantasy about being sexually abused by women ever since sixth grade. He said he couldn't remember anything specific that got him started on it. We made a date for tomorrow night to do some playing around. I bought some rope this afternoon. Curious --- On January 20 at 4:57 pm Jack273 wrote: Be aware that abusing a man's genitals can easily cause permanent damage. A hard kick in the testicles can rupture them or leave them so damaged they have to be surgically removed. An erect penis can be broken if it is bent suddenly. A rubber band wrapped around the base of a penis will keep it erect as long as the band is in place, because the blood that keeps it up can't get out, but if wrapped too tight or left on too long it can cause permanent nerve damage, leave him impotent or even result in gangrene, meaning that the penis will have to be surgically removed. It can also be life-threatening. On the other hand, I've wrapped a rubber band tightly around my own penis and left it on for over half an hour with no long-term effects. Farm animals are sometimes castrated with a rubber band around the scrotum above the testicles. After a period of time, they wither from lack of blood and drop off. Not recommended for men because of the danger of infection or blood poisoning, but it does work. Even leaving a rubber band around the scrotum for a few minutes can result in permanent damage. If you're going to really get into his fantasy, even with activities that seem safe, it would be a good idea to get him to give you a notarized document waiving your liability. He should spell out the fact that he has asked you to play dangerous games with his genitals and absolves you of all responsibility for the outcome even if it means loss or mutilation or other permanent damage to his penis and testicles. He should also state in the document that he takes responsibility regardless of your motive or state of mind, even if you mutilate him deliberately out of anger or for revenge. Also, even if you can't imagine bringing other women in to participate, have him waive responsibility for any others you might invite. Having it in a notarized document does two things. First it protects you. The document may be worthless in a court of law, but knowing that it will be introduced into evidence if you're charged will make him really think hard about bringing charges against you. And second, knowing that each time you play, you just might really cut his penis off or that other women might show up to laugh at his predicament will greatly increase the excitement for him. If he knew you'd never really do it, there wouldn't be anywhere near as much excitement. Jack --- On January 25 at 5:37 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Jack, we took your advice, and I haven't seen "Bob" this excited about anything in years. We got talking about his daydreams. I promised not to be judgmental, but i was shocked by what he said. He admitted that the most exciting thing he has daydreamed about is being tied up naked in front of a group of naked women who tease him sexually and abuse his testicles until he begs them to cut off his penis. Then instead of cutting it off clean with a knife, they slowly turn it into bloody hamburger with a cheese grater. I asked him if he expected me to act that out. He said he didn't really, but that he wouldn't beg me not to. He had the document notarized last night at the bank. He was really nervous about it, because he was afraid the notary would read it. He wrote the waiver on one side of the sheet and put the notarizing part on the back with a reference to the agreement on the opposite side. I guess the notary wasn't very curious. Today I opened a safe deposit box of my own at the bank and put the document in it so Bob knows he can't get to it to tear it up. Tonight we try out the ropes! :-) By the way, someone's bound to be wondering, so I should probably make it plain. No, we don't have any kids who will be wondering what mommy and daddy are doing, and no, we don't plan to have children, so if Bob ends up sterile, that just means I don't have to keep taking the pill. I do enjoy sex, but not as much as Bob. I rarely get an orgasm, because Bob always gets his first, but I enjoy the closeness, and it does feel good to have him inside me. Any suggestions for playtime? Curious --- On January 26 at 8:46 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Bob wanted me to tie him up with his hands and legs spread apart and with a gag in his mouth. In fact he made a gag for me to use out of a piece of plastic pipe and a shoestring. I pounded on his testicles with a club he made out of an old broom handle. I thought I was going too far so I quit and let him go. Then he told me I didn't go far enough. He wanted it to really hurt. I guess I'm too timid about this stuff. He said he was grateful that I made the effort, but it was clear that he wasn't really satisfied with how it went. Curious --- On January 27 at 10:21 am Jack273 wrote: One way to get around the too-timid problem is to have the limits set by something random like rolling dice or picking a card from a shuffled deck. For example, you might agree that you'll tie him up with his arms and legs spread out, tie a rope around his scrotum above his testicles to keep them trapped at the bottom of the scrotum, whack his testicles with the club he made and then roll three dice. If the total on the dice is 18, you coat the glans (head) of his penis with wart remover and leave him tied up for another hour. If the roll is 6, you release him. If the roll is anything else, you whack his testicles and roll again. This continues until you roll a 6 or 18. The chance of an 18 before a 6 is small (10%), but not so small he can dismiss it, and he won't be able to guess how many times you'll beat his testicles (14 typically, with a 10% chance of 44 times and a 1% chance of 89 times) or whether you'll actually apply the wart remover because even you don't know. Of course you can change the penalties and what random element is involved, but you both agree ahead of time. That way you know he has already "signed up" for anything that happens. It takes the onus off you for determining what happens. You're just doing what he agreed to. Also, before you do this, get a feel for how hard to whack his testicles. Have him lie down and tie the rope around his scrotum and whack his testicles with a force you think will hurt a little. Ask him if that's a satisfyingly solid whack. If he says no, whack harder until he is satisfied. Remember how hard you hit, and then hit just a little harder during the "game." --- On February 1 at 10:42 pm TroyW wrote: If you want to scare the hell out of him, have him undress and fasten his wrists together in front of him with a plastic zip, then tie a rope around his balls and use it a leash to take him to your garage. If you're up north you might have to wait for summer for this. In the garage you have two chairs side by side and a rope hanging from a rafter a couple of feet in front of the chairs. Tell him to stand on the chairs, one foot on each, and grab hold of the rafter above him (one rafter away from the one with the rope hanging). Then tie the rope from his balls to the hanging rope with six inches or so of slack an start slowly pulling the chairs apart. At some point he won't be able to keep his feet on the chairs and he'll be supporting all his weight by hanging onto the rafter. At that point, you start undressing in front of him. Sooner or later his strength gives out and he lets go, knowing he'll be left hanging by his balls. But what he doesn't know is that the rope over the rafter is cut in two on the other side of the rafter and held together by a cotton thread that snaps when his balls tug on the rope. Good for a laugh for both of you after it's over but hard to beat for excitement for him while it's playing out. --- On February 2 at 3:30 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Jack's game sounds like it could be fun, but is it safe to put wart remover on his penis? Yes, Troy's game will have to wait for spring. We're in the Chicago area. I get the feeling he'd be willing to try Lonely Boy's idea, but that's going too far for me. Curious --- On February 2 at 9:32 pm Jack273 wrote: How safe it is to beat a man's testicles is depends on how hard you hit, of course. Start out with fairly light taps. If he just lies there or just winces a little, you're doing it too softly. Hit harder until he complains and begs you to stop. Then do it just a little harder. If panic sets in and he struggles against the ropes enough to get rope burns on his wrists, you're probably still okay, but you might back off a little. If he passes out, wake him up with a damp washcloth on this face and back off a little. Testicles can take a lot of this sort of abuse and be okay. They hurt like hell for a few minutes to an hour or so after you stop, but no lasting damage. Where they get in trouble is where they're crushed against something hard on both sides, like a knee crushing them against the pubic bone. If you're going to kick his testicles, it's probably safer to have him lying down so that they're crushed against softer tissue. Back to the idea of sex with the rubber band on his penis, I've read posts from guys who say they've had tourniquets on their penises for of two hours and found their penis was numb for a couple of weeks, but I'd say that's pretty risky. But as I said before, I've done it myself several times for half an hour. A couple of times I've had a hard time getting a really stiff erection for a couple of weeks afterward, but usually I've suffered no lasting effects. You're taking a chance with anything much longer than that. I've never tried (or heard of wart remover on the end of a penis. It was just an idea that came to mind. But I've used wart remover on other parts of my body, and on sensitive skin it hurts like hell. I'm guessing Bob will find sex or even masturbation too painful for at least a week after you put it on. It should give him a satisfying substitute for a penectomy without the long-lasting repercussions. But keep in mind that any advice you get on the internet is suspect. Even here. Even from me. Jack --- On February 3 at 8:06 am Curious_Wife wrote: Bob has agreed to play the dice game as far as beating his testicles but he thinks the risk with the wart remover is more than he wants to take right now. Maybe down the road. Can you think of something else that he really wouldn't want to have happen that probably wouldn't do permanent damage that we could use instead of the wart remover? --- On February 3 at 5:42 pm Jack274 wrote: How about posting a video of him tied up naked and getting his balls beaten? LOL. But seriously, something embarrassing might be a decent substitute. It's probably still to cold in Chicago to leave him tied to a tree outside, but embarrassment of some sort might be good. Or you could make the unlikely event with a roll of 18 something good instead of something bad. Maybe each time you hit his testicles you take off an item of your clothing. If you're naked by the time you roll 18, you wrap a rubber band around the base of his penis and climb aboard for sex. Satisfy yourself without worrying about whether he gets an orgasm or not, and if he's already had an orgasm before you're satisfied, keep going. The rubber band will keep him hard. But if you roll 6 before an 18, you stop beating him but leave him tied up for the night, sleeping naked next to him, teasing him sexually but not enough to give him an orgasm. And if you roll 18 before 6 but you're not naked yet, you whack him twice for each roll of the dice from that point on. You know him better than we do. Use your imagination. And he might have some ideas of what he'd like. Ask him. --- On February 4 at 8:15 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Thanks for the suggestions. We're still thinking about details. But in the mean time, Bob wanted me to practice pounding on his testicles with the broom-handle club, because I have been afraid to hit as hard as he wanted. He wanted me to get the feel of how hard to hit. So I tied him to the bed naked with his arms and legs spread apart again, but this time without the gag. When I started hitting his testicles, he kept saying to do it harder. Finally, out of frustration, I really whacked him good. If I had been hitting a golf ball that hard, it would have flown across the street without touching the ground. The expression on his face changed from neutral to astonished. He didn't seem to be able to breath right. He was biting his lower lip and taking very shallow breaths and holding them. At first I thought he was having some kind of seizure or something, and I was going to untie him, but then he managed to choke out the words, "That's it! That's the way! Do it that way!" It was probably only a couple of minutes before he was breathing normally again, but it seemed longer. Then I got to thinking that with the dice game he would have to endure several whacks, and I wanted to be sure he could handle that before we tried it with the gag in his mouth. I figured this time he could tell me to stop when he couldn't take any more. So I started pounding his testicles the same way over and over, waiting a few seconds between hits.His body tensed up, and he bit his lower lip again, and his breathing was shallow and irregular again, but he didn't tell me to stop until I'd hit him something like ten times. By then there were tears in his eyes, and he struggled to get the words "That's enough" out. At that point, I really surprised myself, because I kept going. He was gasping "Pleas stop!" and struggling against the ropes, but I didn't stop. It was surreal, like I wasn't really doing it, like it was some kind of dream. I hit him maybe five more times. By then he was crying and his wrists were all red from struggling against the ropes. I untied him, and he sat on the edge of the bed, bent over, holding his testicles and rocking back and forth, sobbing. I sat beside him and put my arm around his shoulders, and we sat there together for several minutes. Then he turned to me, still obviously in pain and with tears in his eyes, still seeming unable to take a full breath, and he choked out the words, "Thank you for not stopping." He managed to crack a little smile, then resumed rocking back and forth, hunched over. I sat with him for another fifteen minutes or so, until he was breathing normally again, then went to the kitchen to make coffee. I though we could talk about what happened over a cup. He joined me several minutes later, still naked and obviously still feeling some pain. I poured the coffee, and we sat at the table. We didn't talk about it. We didn't talk at all. We just sat there grinning at each other. A month ago, I could not have imagined that my husband would be grateful for what he just went through, grateful that I didn't stop hurting him even when he begged me to. I could not imagine that I would do what I just did. If you had told me then that I would not only do it but be looking forward to doing it again, I'd have told you you were nuts. But I enjoyed it. I really did. And I am looking forward to doing it again. I'm looking forward to trying the dice thing once we work out the details of the rules of the game. I don't know whether I should be happy about a new bond between us (no pun intended) or disturbed by it. It feels weird, but it feels good. Curious --- On February 6 at 9:50 pm TroyW wrote: Where are all the women like you? Or are you unique? I would love to have my wife do what you did. Bob is one lucky guy if you're for real. I hope you're not some guy making all this up. You can never tell on the Internet. But, hey, even if you are, keep the stories coming. I get hard just thinking about what you say you're doing. --- On February 6 at 11:41 pm kmb325 wrote: Curious, keep the reports coming. You've got an eager audience waiting to hear the juicy details!!! --- On February 7 at 7:03 pm, Curious_Wife wrote: Yes, I'm really a woman, and yes, what I'm writing is true. I can understand the skepticism. There's a lot of deception on the Internet, and even I wouldn't have believed what we've been doing a short time ago. I gave Bob's testicles a rest last night and decided to play a little mind game instead of inflicting pain. I had him undress, put the pipe gag in his mouth and tied his hands behind his back with one of those plastic bands you can tighten but can't loosen. I wrapped a rubber band around the base of his penis and tied a slip knot in the end of a long piece of dental floss and slipped it over the end of his penis, pulling it tight just behind the head. Then I used the dental floss as a leash to lead him down to the basement, where I tied the other end of the dental floss to an overhead pipe. I told him he could leave anytime he wanted, knowing that in order to do that he'd have to rip the head off his penis. Then I went upstairs, went out to the car and drove down to the near-by supermarket to get groceries. I checked on him when I got back about 45 minutes later. His penis was purplish, and the veins were bulging. His wrists were raw from struggling to get free from the plastic band, and his forehead was covered with sweat. I felt his penis. It was cold. I told him it looked almost ready to cut off. Then I went upstairs to put the groceries away. When I came back down, I had a butcher knife in my hand. I laid it on the floor in front of him and started to undress, telling him I thought he should see what he'd be missing after I cut off his penis. I did a little dancing around naked and then picked up the knife with one hand and grabbed his penis with the other. Then I cut the dental floss, and, after holding the knife against his penis like I was about to cut it off, I instead cut the rubber band. I went upstairs to get fingernail clippers to cut the plastic band off his wrists. By the time I got back downstairs, his penis was limp and the purplish color was gone. He told me I really had him going for a while. We went upstairs, still naked, and went to the bedroom to make love, but couldn't get an erection. I asked if he was numb, but he said no. Where the rubber band had been you could feel a sort of dent, and his penis would bend there even with a partial erection. So we just lay there cuddling for an hour or so. This morning I asked how his penis was. It looked normal, and he said the feeling was normal, but he couldn't get a full erection, and you could still feel a bit of a dent where the rubber band had been. I told him he needed to learn to satisfy me with his tongue and fingers. It would be good practice for when I cut his penis off for real, I said. But my teasing didn't go over well. He was worried that he might never be able to get an erection again. To tell the truth, I am, too. Do any of you guys know from experience whether this is going to be permanent damage? --- On February 8 at 8:07 pm NulloWannabe wrote: I've put rubber bands on my dick before and sometimes had a hard time getting it up really good for over a month but so far it has always come back okay. Your mileage may vary. But what seemed to help was getting it hard as I could often. Also found that the dent you describe made a natural hinge. If my dick was hard I had to be careful not to let it bend at the hinge because it would go down almost instantly if I did. It took about 3 weeks for the hinge to work itself out once. While he's recovering, drive him nuts by coming to bed naked or walking around the house naked. It'll help him recover but it'll also drive him crazy by getting him horny while he has no way to get relief. :-) By the way, the plastic bands you used are what we call zip ties. They're great not just for handcuffs but for putting around his balls and dick. They're better than rope around the balls because even if he can reach it he can't get it off without tools. Same thing for his dick if you use it instead of a rubber band. It adds to his frustration because he can tug on it all he wants but he can't get it to slide off his dick if you tightened it enough to start with. Use a zip tie to fasten a chain to his balls. Then you can chain him to anything, and he can't get free without tools even when his hands aren't tied. I know it's cold where you are now, but when summer comes, chain him to a tree by his balls out in the country somewhere where nobody's likely to find him and leave him for a day or so. One of my favorite fantasies is that a woman will chain me by my balls to the middle of a railroad track half an hour before a train is due so that I have to rip my own balls off before the train comes an rips them off for me. But fantasies are different for different guys, even among us who post here. BTW, how old is he? A young guy will recover faster than an old geezer like me. --- On February 8 at 9:57 pm Jack274 wrote: Like NulloWannabe said, the best recovery is probably for him to get it up as best he can. I think the problem is that the rubber band crushes the little blood sacs (little chambers) in the erectile tissue. If they're ruptured, the problem can be permanent, but from your description I don't think that's the problem in this case. The sacs need to be coaxed to expand again. Masturbate him or give him oral sex if you're into that. Of course, there could be some nerve damage, too. His penis may not be numb, but the nerves that stimulate sexually could still be damaged. That could result in orgasm being hard to achieve for a time or even orgasm being impossible to achieve forever. Time will tell. Another thing: while he was banded, his penis probably was overinflated, causing the sacs to expand more than normal, possibly permanently. That can make it take more blood to get it hard the next time, so even if he gets an erection, it may not be as hard as before. You might tell him what he's going through is good practice for when you really cut his penis off. You might also train him to satisfy you without his penis, because the problem may be long-term, and there's no need for you to be deprived of sexual satisfaction just because of his fantasy. If his fingers and tongue aren't adequate for the job, there are various places online that sell sex toys like vibrators and artificial penises called dildos. I'd suggest that you act as if you are convinced that he'll never be able to have sex with his penis again. It probably will recover in a few weeks at most, but don't give a hint that you expect it to. You may find him more attentive to your needs when he can't do anything about his own. I'll bet seeing you still craving sex while he is no longer able to use his penis is a big part of his fantasy. And, who knows? You may decide you like him better this way and decide to keep his penis docile by banding him frequently or ultimately go through with cutting it off. The ironic thing about banding him again is that you can give him an involuntary erection that way if you don't band too tightly. That's because the arteries that deliver blood are deeper inside the penis than the veins that let it out. Banding can therefore let blood in but not let it out, inflating the penis with an artificial erection. You can then use his penis as a sex toy to satisfy yourself for an hour or two even if he can't get an erection on his own and even if his nerves are damaged to the point he can no longer get to orgasm. And then when you're done, the banding leaves him with more damage to his penis than before. I wouldn't be surprised if that would fit right into his fantasy, too. But if you're feeling sorry for him, there's always oral sex. Take his penis in your mouth and work over the head with your tongue. You might be able to give him an orgasm even when he can't get a full erection. Lots of possibilities. Good luck. --- On February 11 at 7:03 pm Curious_Wife wrote: I'm not sure what to do at this point. I'm thinking I'll give his penis time to heal before doing anything with banding again. He's 32. I hope that's young enough to recover well. I did come to bed naked last night, and we spent half an hour or so in foreplay, but his penis stayed limp. I could still feel the dent where the rubber band was. I suggested oral sex, and he was okay with that. He said having me lick his penis was pleasant, but we gave up after 15 minutes or so, as he didn't seem to be getting any closer to an orgasm. Then he tried licking my clitoris. I really liked that. It's not he same as having him inside me, but it was good, and he kept going until I got a second orgasm. It seemed to give him an ego boost that at least he could still give me pleasure. We spent the night lying naked together, cuddling a fair part of the time. This morning, Bob mentioned that he might be able to get an orgasm with electrical stimulation. Does anybody here have any information on that? --- On February 12 at 5:52 pm Jack274 wrote: The main context in which I've heard of electrical stimulation of a man's genitals is torture, not stimulation to orgasm. But given his interests, that may be his real objective. There are devices called "TENS" units (transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulators) that are relatively safe, as I understand it. No personal experience with them. I've also seen infomercials for a belt that is supposed to build muscle without effort. It appears to be a TENS unit in disguise. It causes muscles to contract involuntarily. I have no idea whether the level of shocks from these things would be effective in achieving orgasm or whether they'd be painful when applied to a man's penis or testicles. If his real motive is to get painful shocks, I understand that hand-cranked generators sold as "worm shockers" have been used in for-real torture. They're used in military field telephone equipment and can be found online at places that sell army surplus. They're called worm shockers because their intended use is to force earthworms out of the soil so that they can be harvested for fishing bait. But if you applied one to his "worm," I'm sure it would be painful. It might also destroy nerves in his penis, making orgasm all the more difficult for him. Of course, that may be what he's after, too. Just be sure to keep all the wires below the waist. Running any current through the chest area is a good way to stop his heart and leave you with a lot of explaining to do to the homicide detectives. --- On February 13 at 6:18 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Guess what arrived in the mail yesterday. Bob had ordered one of those worm shockers over a week ago, and it came yesterday. Clearly he had in mind some "electrical stimulation" well before he had an erection problem. He's all excited about it. He went out and got wire to hook it up to him and a little brass cabinet door knob he wants to hook one wire to to insert into his anus. He wants the other wire on the head of his penis. He's downstairs installing hooks in the ceiling for me to tie his wrists to. He's like a kid with a new toy. This afternoon I was talking to my girlfriend Karen, who just went through a really nasty divorce. According to her, it was a match made in hell. She's 28, and he's in his forties. She had been attracted to him originally by his money, as he was an executive with access to the corporate jet and other perks. He was attracted to her by her looks. (She is pretty enough to have caused traffic accidents by distracting male drivers.) She wanted sex, but he was a workaholic who seemed to want her just as a trophy to show off to business associates. He didn't want her to get pregnant, because a pregnant woman doesn't make a good trophy. They hadn't made love together more than twice in the two years they'd been married. He was always on the road for his work and generally traveled with a female colleague who saw a lot more of him than Karen did. Karen was convinced that her ex had been spending a whole lot more time in bed with the colleague than with her, too. Anyway, she made the remark that she wished she had the guts to cut off the guy's penis while he slept to teach him a lesson, but she got her revenge more subtly--and the sex she'd been missing--by sleeping with some of his business associates. Word got back to him, and the whole thing blew up. He seemed less upset by her unfaithfulness than by the fact that his associates all knew, making her unsuitable as a trophy anymore. Guys don't seem to get very envious about another man's wife when they know more about what she's like between the sheets than he does. Well, in a moment of severe loss of good judgment, I told her about Bob's newfound passion for genital pain. Before I knew it I was telling her the whole story. I wouldn't tell just anybody, but Karen and I have been best friends since grade school, and we tell each other everything. She more or less invited herself to be there for our next "playtime." You had to be there to understand, but I agreed to it. Bob doesn't know, and I'm thinking I won't tell him in advance. He wants to do something special for Valentine's Day tomorrow, and it involves the worm shocker and the hooks in the ceiling, so I told Karen to keep the date open on her calendar. I know, it sounds like a really bad idea. Like I said, you had to be there to understand how it all fell into place. --- On February 13 at 7:21 pm Jack274 wrote: Realize that you're dealing with a real military grade torture device there. That's bad enough, but an electrode up his ass? That's just certifiably crazy. If he doesn't need a psychiatrist already, he will afterward to deal with post-traumatic stress disorder. If you must connect one electrode to his penis, make the other contact through aluminum foil or sheet metal that he stands on. At least then he can try to relieve the pain by pulling himself up. Also, you should have a "safe word" or some way for him to signal that he can't take any more. As for having another woman there, I should imagine that from his standpoint, that would be really hot. But personally, I wouldn't consider it wise to invite another woman into something so intimate between husband and wife. It's an open invitation to jealousy and infidelity. --- On February 15 at 8:21 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Jack, I took at least some of your advice. I didn't use the connection through his anus, and I had him stand on a foil-covered piece of plywood duck taped to the floor for one electrode and tied his wrists to the overhead hooks. For the one on his penis, I started with foil, but it didn't seem to make very good contact, so I ended up taping a wad of steel wool to the head of his penis and clipping the wire to that, then wrapping the full length of his penis and around behind his scrotum with several layers of duct tape for good measure. To make good reliable contact, I figured he needed an erection, so I had put a zip tie around his balls and another around the base of his penis. Bob was adamant that he didn't want a "safe word" and made me promise to stop only when the dice said to. He also insisted on having the pipe gag in his mouth so that he couldn't chicken out and beg me to stop. The arrangement was that I would turn the crank on the worm shocker 15 times and then roll the three dice. If it came up 6 or 18, I'd stop. If it was 6 I'd let him go, but if it was 18, he'd spend the night tied up. After I got him all tied up and hooked up, I called Karen on her cell phone. She was waiting in her car outside, so she was at the door in less than a minute. She just about died laughing when she saw Bob, and I've never seen him blush the way he did. I explained the rules to Karen and then started turning the crank slowly. Bob started screaming behind the gag and dancing around frantically. He tried to lift himself off the foil, but the hooks had his arms spread so far apart he couldn't lift his weight. My inclination was to stop, but I remembered when I beat his testicles, he wanted me to keep going and was grateful afterward that I didn't stop, so we kept going. The 21st roll of the dice came up 6. That was over 300 turns of the crank and maybe 15 or 20 minutes later. I asked Karen to release him while I went upstairs to make us some coffee. From the kitchen I heard Bob screaming again. At first, I assumed it was just that Karen was pulling the tape off his penis, but the screaming kept going too long for that, so I went back downstairs to see what was going on. I found Bob still tied up and Karen turning the crank on the worm shocker about as fast as she could turn it. Bob told me later that she was not only turning it a lot faster than I did but she didn't stop with 15 turns. She kept going from just after I left until I got back, which would have been nearly ten minutes. He said she was taunting him, telling him it would be easier to cut his penis off than unwrap all the layers of duct tape. When she saw me, Karen got a guilty look on her face and apologized and said she just got carried away. I told her Bob probably enjoyed it. Then I turned to Bob and asked whether he did. He looked perplexed. I think he figured he would be in trouble either way, so he just stood there motionless. I untied his wrists and let him take care of getting the tape and bands off. Fifteen minutes later we were all sitting around the kitchen table laughing about it all. Bob got more serious after Karen left. He said his penis was completely numb. He said he had tried pinching it and couldn't feel a thing. Said it was like he was holding someone else's penis in his hand. He could feel it in his hand all right but absolutely nothing in his penis. I don't know how long that will last, but Bob clearly wasn't expecting that and looked worried. --- On February 16 at 5:49 pm kmb325 wrote: If the numbness is from the banding, be may regain feeling within a month or so, but if it's from the electricity, the nerves may be fried. But hey, his penis is still good for using the urinal in the men's rest room, right? But seriously, I think he'll come around okay in time. It may take a month to get feeling back and a few months to get full use back, but don't count him out yet. As somebody said before, sexual stimulation may help with the recovery. Make it a practice for both of you to go to bed naked. Give him nightly lessons on how to bring you to orgasm with his tongue and fingers and sex toys. That'll give him some pride as a man with ability to satisfy a woman even if he can't do it with his dick. Don't just give him false praise for whatever he does, but teach him to really stimulate you the way you like it, because he'll catch on to false praise and feel all the worse for it, but he can take pride in earned praise. Besides, if he never does get use of his dick back, you'll want him to do what you like, not just random things. Play with his dick. Squeeze his balls. Walk around the house naked. Do a strip tease for him. Better yet, tell Karen she owes him big time for what she did and have her give him a strip tease or let him turn her over his knee and spank her bare butt. From what you've said, I suspect he'll enjoy the frustration of feeling turned on but not being able to get sexual relief. --- On February 17 at 7:12 pm Jack274 wrote: I agree with kmb325 except for the part about bringing Karen into the picture again. I can see nothing but trouble from having her involved. One thing I thought of--the nerves that control erection are deeper inside than the nerves that sense touching. It's possible that the feeling nerves are gone forever but he could still eventually get erections. Erections are mostly started by what's on his mind and touch to a considerably lesser degree. So he might be able to engage in sex but never be able to cum or get any physical pleasure out of it. Some wives would call that ideal, I suppose. --- On March 1 at 6:48 pm NulloWannabe wrote: Has anybody heard from Curious_Wife lately? Hope nothing bad has happened. I haven't seen a new posting from her in a couple of weeks. This board was getting pretty dull until she came along and livened things up. We've all pretty much heard each other's stories by now, but I always looked forward to seeing what she and "Bob" are up to. --- On March 2 at 7:17 pm kmb325 wrote: She seemed to post mostly when she had a question. Maybe she hasn't had any questions for us lately. But I'm with you, Nullo. I was getting used to reading her reports, and I miss them. BTW, are you still banding your balls since the hydrocele showed up? --- [EDITOR's NOTE: Numerous unrelated posts between March 3 and May 7 have been deleted.] --- On May 8 at 5:32 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Hello again, guys. Did you miss me? :-) Bob and I haven't done much playtime stuff lately because he finally found a job back around the middle of February and he comes home too tired for it. His hours are irregular. Some days they call him in and some days not, but it's hard physical labor. He says his penis is still numb, but he's getting used to that. But the good news is that we made love Saturday night for the first time in ages. His erection was weak, and I had to dance around naked in front of him with the lights on and squeeze his testicles to get any inflating of his penis at all. But we put a rubber band on the base of his penis to keep the little erection he could get and make it hard enough to use for sex. He kept going until I had not just one orgasm but two. He seemed happy that he could do that, but I think he's pretty frustrated. He can't get an orgasm himself, even when I give him oral sex or when he masturbates. So I thought next Saturday I'd give him a special treat. It's getting warm enough some days to try out the trick somebody mentioned back in January about using a rope with a hidden weak spot to make him think he's about to hang by his balls. I plan to start by tying his hand behind his back and tying his feet to the bedposts and beating his testicles, telling him I'm not going to stop until he begs me to castrate him. Then I'll take him to the garage for the hanging. Maybe that'll get his mind off his troubles for a while. Any suggestions for making the scene more satisfying (or scary)? --- On May 9 at 8:47 pm Jack274 wrote: Welcome back, Curious. You bet we missed you! Having a nice big knife in one hand while you're smacking his balls around with the other ought to make him take notice. Have fun and let us know how it turns out. --- On May 9 at 9:21 pm NulloWannabe wrote: If you want to scare the hell out of him, have Karen waiting in the garage when you lead him out there. After his experience with her and the worm shocker, he is probably a lot less convinced she wouldn't castrate him than that you wouldn't. Have her hold a nice big sharp knife. Or better yet, long-handled pruning shears. --- On May 11 at 6:52 pm Curious_Wife wrote: We did it, and it was great! I tied Bob's ankles to be bedposts at the foot of the bed, fastened his wrists together in front of him with a zip tie, then tied that to a bedpost at the head of the bed. At that point he didn't know what to expect. I'd just told him I had a surprise for him. I tied one end of a five-foot rope around his scrotum, then got the club out from under the bed and started beating his testicles hard. After about ten whacks, I told him I was going to keep it up until he begged me to castrate him. He was grinning. He wasn't taking me seriously, so I started hitting harder. He was having a hard time taking a full breath. He'd take a gulp of air and then hold it, then quickly take another, but he wasn't giving in. I wasn't counting, but I probably hit him 50 or 60 times before he said okay. He seemed to think it was all just a test of how long he could hold out. I told him that he wasn't begging and kept hitting, about as hard as I could. A few whacks later, with tears in his eyes, he whimpered, "Please castrate me! Please!" I untied his ankles and unfastened the rope from the zip tie binding his wrists and told him to follow me. He hesitated, but he followed when I jerked on the rope around his scrotum. He was hunched over, clearly in pain, still taking shallow breaths. When we got to the garage, Karen was there, holding a butcher knife and stark naked. That wasn't part of the plan. She was supposed to be there just to add to his embarrassment. I told him to get up on the two chairs I'd placed a couple of feet back from the rope hanging from the rafter, then I tied the rope from his testicles to the hanging rope, leaving six inches or so of slack. I told him to grab hold of the rafter over his head, which was the next rafter over from the one with the rope. I glanced up to be sure Karen hadn't messed with the break-away thread. After the worm-shocker thing, I wouldn't put it past her to sabotage the scene by replacing the thread splice with solid rope. Then I decided if Karen was going to be naked, Bob might as well have the whole show, so I undressed, too. Then Karen started pulling one chair out from under him while I pulled the other one. We waited a minute when he was running out of chair to stand on. He was on tip toes on the last two inches of each chair, and his legs were shaking. Then I gave Karen a nod, and we pulled both chairs away. He hung there, gripping the rafter for dear life. Karen and I danced around trying to look provocative. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, and he was shaking. Finally, he said he couldn't hang on any longer, but we just giggled and kept dancing around. A minute later he let go. There was a slight twang sound as the rope went taught and tugged on his testicles, but the thread broke, and he hit the floor landing on his feet. Karen and I were dying laughing, and after recovering from the shock of what had just happened, he joined in, telling us we really had him going. Afterward, I was telling Karen about Bob's numb penis and how he could get a weak erection but need a rubber band for sex and couldn't get an orgasm. She said she'd like to try to get a squirt of semen out of him. I didn't commit to anything. --- On May 12 at 5:12 pm, Jack274 wrote: At the risk of sounding like your father, I'll repeat my warning. Don't get Karen any more involved in what should be private between you and Bob. You're flirting with danger there. I'm sure Bob loves the attention of two women, especially two women who strip naked for him and play with his genitals. But the danger should be obvious. He and Karen may decide to do some playtime of their own without you. You may think you know both of them well, but when sex drive and emotions get involved, people do dumb things. --- On May 13 at 10:56 pm kmb325 wrote: If I was in Bob's position and Karen was trying to get me to cum, that would be totally hot! But he's your man, not hers. Think about yourself. Don't stand on the sidelines and watch another woman play with your husband. Good grief, girl. Have some self respect. --- On May 14 at 4:54 pm NulloWannabe wrote: If you want to give Bob a real treat, sure, let Karen do her thing. Bob'll probably think its great having two women fuss over his dick. But make sure he knows that if he responds to her, you're going to hand her his dick in a bottle to take home with her as a souvenir. --- On May 15 at 8:21 pm TroyW wrote: The best torture I can imagine for Bob in his condition is to spend every night for a month naked in bed between two naked women. The frustration will drive him nuts. To add to the frustration, he has to give each of you an orgasm with his tongue every night except during your periods. If he gets an erection, he gets his balls thoroughly beaten. And tell him that each night you and Karen will roll the dice without him seeing the roll and if a 6 or 18 comes up, he'll know it because he'll wake up with his penis missing. --- On May 20 at 7:18 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Bob has been really depressed lately. He's giving up hope of ever having any feeling in his penis, and our attempts to give him an erection, even artificially with the rubber band, haven't worked out. He remarked yesterday that he wants me to just cut it off so that there's no false hope left to tantalize him and he can get on with life. He says he has some ideas about his ultimate fantasy scene where he finally loses it for real. I reminded him how good he could be in bed with his tongue and hands and got a little grin out of him, but it's hard to get him out of his funk. I'm not sure what to do. I've never seen him this down. In the past he's said the scene where he loses his penis has been haunting him since he was a kid, so I know that if we do it, it's really important to do it right, because there will be no do-overs. But I don't think I can go through with cutting it off, let alone acting enthused about it. I could handle scaring him and even inflicting pain, knowing he was loving it, but blood and gore are not my thing. What should I do? --- On May 21 at 8:16 pm Jack274 wrote: Don't get too worked up about it until you hear what he wants you to do. It might be something you can go along with, like maybe putting him in a situation where he's forced to do the cutting himself. Or some guys on this board have expressed fantasies about being done by a group of women. This may be one case where bringing Karen in on the scene could work out, because if the worm shocker scene is any indication, she seems less inhibited about doing a man serious injury. It's not like he's going to have an affair with her after his penis is gone, after all. Hear him out and then see if you can negotiate something you both can accept. I can sympathize with him. I have a dozen fantasies about losing my penis. I'd be hard pressed to pick one, knowing one is all I get. For me, they'll just be fantasies, but I can empathize with his wish to have it over. But think about your own needs, too. Do you think you could share something so intimate with another woman? What would it do to your marriage? Sorry, but there are no pat answers for something like this. One technical note, though. If you're going to cut off his penis, that's a particularly bloody operation. The arteries to the penis can deliver a lot of blood in a short time, and if you're not careful, he could bleed to death. Be sure to have a tourniquet on the base of his penis, and it wouldn't hurt to push a couple of large safety pins through the shaft in front of the tourniquet to keep it from slipping off after the cut. A rubber band will probably work, but I'd use a six-inch zip tie. The small width of this size zip tie will put a lot of pressure on the blood vessels when you pull it tight, and that may minimize the loss of blood. After the cut, if he's too embarrassed to go to a hospital, there's the problem of healing. The method used in the 1800s was cauterizing, and I guess it's still in use but done less crudely. That involves searing the wound with something really hot like a soldering iron to both sterilize the wound and seal the blood vessels. Also, don't cut too close to the band. If the cauterizing doesn't completely stop the bleeding and you have to put the band on again, having only 1/8 inch of penis to work with would make that next to impossible. If you do a Google image search for "penectomy" and turn off the safe search feature, you can find pictures of penises partially and fully removed. That might help you get an idea of what you'll be dealing with. If you need a place to plug in a soldering iron, that may limit the choices of places to have the scene. Best wishes whatever you do. --- On May 22 at 7:24 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Bob is still thinking about what kind of scene he wants, but I did talk to Karen, and she's willing to do the cutting if it comes to that. She says she'll just pretend it's her ex. In fact, she says if Bob's okay with it, she'd like to keep his penis in a bottle of alcohol as a souvenir. Seems pretty gruesome to me, but she seemed to be hoping Bob would include her in the scene or at least that she'd get the trophy after the fact. --- On May 23 at 5:18 pm NulloWannabe wrote: Karen sounds like a real sweet girl. Hope we meet some day. Pay attention to Jack's advice about the bloodiness of the cut, though. Cutting off a dick sounds so easy. One quick swipe of the knife. But I've heard stories about guys bleeding to death from it. This is serious business. You might want to get a second notarized document from Bob in which he spells out exactly what he wants done and is explicit about wanting his dick cut off and stating that he realizes he could die from it and is willing to take the risk. I'd love to be there to watch to see first hand what it's like so I can decide whether I really wan to go through with mine. I'm okay with losing my dick. I'm not okay with dying in the process. --- On May 23 at 7:58 pm TroyW wrote: How about cutting a little at a time, cauterizing as you go? If you see the cauterizing isn't controlling the bleeding well enough, you can quit before things get too out of hand. --- On May 24 at 7:29 pm Curious_Wife wrote: I know this is probably not the right forum for this, but I've got to dump on somebody, and I can't very well turn to anybody else. I'm frustrated and, yes, maybe a little angry. This thing with Bob is all about him. Sex was all about him. It didn't matter if I got an orgasm as long as he did. Now my fantasies are pushed aside to play out his. Yes, we had one good night of making love, but that's one good night in a year. He ordered an artificial penis and wants to use it on me, but I find the idea repulsive. My fantasy is to have a romantic candle-it dinner I don't have to cook, some dancing to soft music, flowers or a gift when I'm not expecting them, hearing him say "I love you", and things like that. I'd also like to have him pitch in and help with the housework without being asked. I feel like I'm doing good to get him to put down the toilet seat. I thought when he lost the use of his penis he'd be less concerned about getting his own satisfaction and might pay more attention to my needs, but he's still got the same wham-bam-thankyou-ma'am approach to sex when he's using his fingers and tongue. Setting the mood just isn't in his repertoire, and I don't think he gets it that I'd be in the mood a lot more often if I saw him doing more work around the house. I don't see that changing with the loss of his penis, but I would like to get it over with. I have to agree that would be a major step in getting on with life. Sorry. I know this isn't the forum for frustrated wives, but thanks for putting up with my rant. --- On May 25 at 5:45 pm Jack274 wrote: Tell him what you just told us. Or if you can't bring yourself to do that, print it out and show it to him. Men are total idiots when it comes to pleasing women. If we succeed, it's more good luck than skill or comprehension. We have no clue what goes on in a woman's mind. It's a total mystery. Women somehow expect men to sense what they're feeling and react accordingly, but men are simply incapable of that sort of intuition. We have to be told. That doesn't mean you need to hit him over the head with it. You can just say, "Honey, I really like it when you �." You fill in the blank. I'm sure he wants to please you, but he has no idea how far he's missing the target. Just some thoughts from personal experience. --- On May 25 at 8:51 pm TroyW wrote: Be careful of taking Jack's advice on telling Bob what you want. My experience is that when a wife is upset with her husband and tells him what he's doing wrong, she brings up everything the guy's done wrong since they met and then tells him what bad motives he has. This really stings, because he doesn't have those motives at all and so he does one of two things, both destructive. Either he fights back by bringing up everything he can think of that she's done wrong and telling her about what bad motives she has or he just gets depressed, thinking she's telling him the marriage is over. In that case, he just gives up trying to please her. Things go downhill from either outcome. What you can do is ignore what you don't like and reward what you do like. When he does something you like, do something you know he likes. Praise him, fix his favorite meal for dinner, come to bed naked or whatever, but let him know you're doing it because you really appreciate what he did. Two things will then happen. First, he'll be happy that he's finally found a way to please you, and second, he'll look for ways to do it again. That's the way you train dogs to do tricks. "Good boy! Have a doggie treat!" Men aren't all that different from dogs. Of course you can make suggestions of things you'd like Bob to do if he doesn't think of them on his own. "Honey, would you do something for me? I'd really like it if you'd xxx." Fill in the xxx. But don't try to make him feel bad that he hasn't been doing them or didn't think of them on his own. Most things women want, guys will never figure out from subtle hints, but they are smart enough to repeat what they get a reward for. If there's something you want him to stop doing, give him a positive alternative behavior. "Honey, your tongue and fingers do a lot more for me than that artificial penis." In Bob's case, there's a subtle irony. His best reward might be a kick in the balls or having his dick cut off. --- On May 25 at 10:00 pm NulloWannabe wrote: I'm the last person you want to ask for advice on making a marriage happy, but I do have a couple of observations. First, guys, when a woman tells you her problems, she's not looking for advice. She's looking for a sympathetic listening ear. Curious_Wife will figure it out. Second, Curious_Wife, somebody smarter than me once said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. -- On May 28 at 8:47 pm Curious_Wife wrote: Thanks for hearing me out, guys. I don't have anyone else I felt comfortable discussing it with. Bob and I had a long talk last night about our relationship and his fascination with genital torture and mutilation. He said he has had a love-hate relationship with his penis since his first erection back in grade school. He loved the pleasure of orgasm, but he hated being enslaved to his penis, like an alcoholic is enslaved to alcohol. He said he spent more hours than he could count masturbating and beating his own testicles all through school and even while we were dating. Now that he can't get an orgasm even by masturbating, he feels like the alcoholic who hasn't had a drink for many days but still sees the bottle on the shelf, just out of reach, taunting him. He wants to get the "bottle" out of the house. I asked him, wouldn't the sexual desire still be there, driving him crazy with no way to get relief. He said when we made love with his numb penis and he gave me two orgasms was the best sex he ever had, because for once he knew he could satisfy me. Before his penis was numb, his orgasm ended his ability and desire to continue. Now, he says, he'll be able to channel his sexual desire where he wants it, in pleasing me. I told him that would rob me of a chance to please him, but he said seeing me respond to something he does, whether with his hands or his tongue, will be more reward than he's ever gotten with his penis. Besides, he loves to see me naked and feel me lying beside him and feel my touch. He said he loves to hold me close. We talked about whether he wanted to be castrated to reduce the frustration of being sexually excited without being able to get relief, and he was very firm about not wanting to lose the desire. He said not having desire when he saw me naked would be like looking at flowers and sunsets in black-and-white. I didn't know whether to be flattered or embarrassed or what, but he told me my naked body was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. I can't imagine that, but at least part of me was pleased to hear him say so. That led to the question of torturing his testicles. If he doesn't want to lose them, why did he want me to beat them? He was quiet for a minute and then confessed that he didn't know. He just knew that the idea of being tied up and helpless while a beautiful woman inflicted sexual pain has haunted him since grade school. He thought maybe it was a way to be excused from responsibilities of being a man for a while, like not having to be in charge, suppressing emotions, macho, the stereotypical man's man, but he really didn't know. He just knew he looked forward to having me do it, and the chance element introduced by the dice added to the excitement, because there was always the possibility that he'd experience more pain than he could handle. He said for years he would beat his own testicles, pretending it was a woman doing it. He said he would love to have me squeeze his testicles hard while he's trying to give me an orgasm, nearly crushing them when I get there. I told him holding his "family jewels" was a bit of a turn-on for me, too. I don't know how hard I can squeeze before destroying them, but I suppose he'd stop me before that. We talked also about what I liked and didn't like in bed. I told him I did enjoy tying him up and beating his testicles but that I couldn't explain that, either. Maybe it goes back to being the little sister my brothers picked on, but who can say. Suddenly realizing I had what most people would call a perverse desire that I couldn't explain helped me connect with Bob's desires he couldn't explain. I just get a kick out of tying him up and seeing him helpless while I pound on his testicles, and I don't know why, and before all this started unfolding, I would never in my life have imagined I could participate in anything like that let alone look forward to it. I told him I was really curious how he'd look without a penis but that I didn't think I could do the cutting, and I told him about Karen being willing to do the cutting but that she wanted to keep it as a souvenir. He thought that was funny and wondered if she would show it to future boyfriends and tell them it was from the last guy who cheated on her. We both got a laugh out of that. I also shared what you guys have been saying about the danger involved and said we probably should have another notarized document that made it clear that he was specifically requesting having Karen cut off his penis and recognized the danger. He said he'd take care of that tomorrow, but neither of us thought it was a good idea to give Karen the document. I'll put it with the other one in the safe deposit box. We talked about his fantasy of having several naked women involved when he gets his penis cut off. I guess just about any healthy man who isn't gay finds good-looking naked women sexually exciting no matter how determined they are to be monogamous. It's programmed into men's genes. But I still found it disturbing that my husband fantasizes about other women that way. I asked whether it was okay with him if I fantasized about having sex with men who still had their penises after he had his removed. He thought about it for a moment and admitted I had a valid point, but then he pointed out that it was me that got Karen involved, and I had to admit that was true. In the end we agreed that we can each have any fantasy we want as long as we don't get involved in sexual relationships with others behind each other's back. After Karen does the cutting, I don't expect her to be involved anymore, and in truth, I'm not too concerned with Bob chasing other women without having a penis. Put him in a room full of a hundred naked women from a beauty pageant and what's he going to do? Die of frustrated horniness, most likely, though I do know some gals who would prefer a guy with no penis. I feel a lot better about our relationship now. We agreed that I'll teach him what I like in bed and that if he's a good learner and takes on some housework we agreed on, we'll schedule regular sessions where I tie him up and tease him by lying on top of him naked or dance naked in front of him or leave him tied up over night with me sleeping naked beside him or beat his testicles. He thought any of those things would be a great reward. The next step after the document is to schedule things with Karen. --- On May 29 at 8:21 pm NulloWannabe wrote: That phrase "talk about our relationship" is enough to scare the crap out of any man. It usually means he's going to get lectured on his shortcomings. Sounds like you handled it a little more gently than that. I can totally connect with Bob's comparing sex to alcohol. I'm addicted more or less the same way. I can think of less drastic and more reversible ways to reduce libido, but I totally get his fascination with getting a penectomy from a woman while he's tied up. Too bad that can be done only once. About how hard you can squeeze his balls, unless you're an exceptionally muscular woman, I'd bet that you can't squeeze hard enough to cause permanent damage if you squeeze both at once and keep the pressure evenly distributed. Digging a long finger nail into the side of one ball, though, is a different matter. I wouldn't recommend that. --- On May 30 at 7:09 pm Jack274 wrote: Beating a guy's testicles can result in several types of permanent injury, three of which are formation of cyst-like or blister-like lumps inside the scrotum called hematoceles, hydroceles or spermatoceles, depending on what fluid fills them. The other main type of injury from beating is a ruptured testicle. If Bob has pain that lasts more than a few hours or lumps form inside the scrotum, he should be checked out by a urologist. For a hydrocele or spermatocele, the doctor may conclude that either no treatment is required or that treatment would not be effective. For example, a hydrocele might be drained, but it would just fill back up again in short order. These bumps can continue to grow until they are much larger than the testicles. A ruptured testicle is more serious, but a rupture doesn't necessarily mean loss of the testicle. The damage may be reparable if caught in time. Of course you can easily crush his testicles if you really want to, but a broom-handle club isn't likely to do that much damage. You can inflict a whole lot of pain without permanent consequences, and even the permanent consequences don't necessarily equate to castration. --- On June 2 at 8:21 pm Curious_Wife wrote: We're set with Karen for June 5. She wants to do it at her house. Bob is not scheduled for work that day, so we can start just after lunch. Funny thing--as luck would have it, Bob says he has a little feeling in his penis now, and he had a strong enough erection last night that we were able to have sex for several minutes, though the erection faded before either of us was getting close to a climax, and he wasn't able to get it up again. He tried for maybe ten minutes to get it back into my vagina, but it was too soft, and besides after a few minutes the vaginal lubrication wasn't enough for sex even if he'd been able to get it hard again. I suppose I could have given him oral sex, but we were too focussed on his up-and-down erection to think of that, I guess. I don't know whether he had enough feeling to get any pleasure out of it anyway. He said it was more of a tingling sensation, like when your leg "goes to sleep" from sitting on it wrong, than real feeling. With his luck, he'll have a nice full erection for the cutting and full feeling for the cauterizing. I don't know whether that would be enough to get Bob to back out of the deal, but the plan is that he'll be tied down to Karen's dining room table with a gag in his mouth. Once he's tied down, Karen will cut whether there's an erection or not, and Bob has agreed to that. --- Well, it's done. Bob's penis sits in a place of honor in small bottle of alcohol on Karen's mantle, and I'm tempted to say good riddance. Let me explain. We got to Karen's house around 1:00 pm. She got the house as part of the divorce settlement, and it's ridiculously huge for one woman, but her ex had wanted a big, fancy house to show off his wealth. She was trying to sell it, but with the economy being down, there were no offers yet. She took us to the dining room, where there was a long formal dining table covered with a heavy blanket with a plastic painter's tarp over that. Karen wasn't alone. There were five other women there. Karen had told a secretary at the place where her ex works. The woman had become her friend, and she said she thought it was safe to tell her about what she was going to do to Bob, though she swears she didn't mention Bob's name. That woman said she wanted to come and see it, and then she told all her friends about it. Karen agreed that they could come if they'd be willing to be part of Bob's fantasy. Three women backed out when they found out they'd have to be naked during the scene. The women ranged in age from--I'm guessing--barely out of high school to maybe 45. The three in the middle age-wise looked to be about my age. All were attractive with good figures, but none as striking as Karen. The young one, though, was really cute. What motivated them to come, strip, and watch a man get his penis cut off is beyond me, but they were there. Karen introduced Bob and me without giving names, and she didn't give us any of their names, so I'm hoping none of this comes back to haunt us later. She asked Bob in front of all of them what he wanted her to do to her. He said he wanted to be stripped naked, tied down with a gag in his mouth and have her cut off his penis. She asked, "Who's penis is it from now on?" He answered, "Yours." "And I can do whatever I want with it?" she continued. "Yes," he replied with conviction. I guess she wanted witnesses that she was doing it at his request in case the authorities got involved. Karen told the women to help Bob get his clothes off, and, after some hesitation, one woman stepped forward and started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon all the women were involved and had Bob on the floor, pulling off his shoes, sox, pants. In seconds he was lying on the floor naked with the most solid erection he's had since the first banding. Bob covered it with his hand, but modesty was impossible. Karen told him to go unwrap his presents. Bob just lay there looking puzzled. Karen laughted and then told him to go undress all the women. Bob didn't move until the woman I took to be around 45 years old walked over to him and offered her hand to help him up. She turned around and told him there was a hook at the top of the dress that needed to be undone in addition to the zipper. She pointed to it. "Right here," she said. Bob fumbled with the hook, then slowly unzipped the woman's dress, stopping at the waist to unfasten her belt before finishing unzipping. He slipped it off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. He stooped to grab the bottom of her slip and lifted it over her head, then unhooked her bra. She turned around, smiling. Bob slid the straps over her shoulders and pulled it away. She had large breasts, and she clasped her hands behind her head and shook them in his face as Bob bent over to pull down her panty hose and panties. She stepped out of her shoes so that he could finish the job, Then she took hold of his penis and stroked it gently. "It's a shame," she said. "It's a nice penis." Bob later told me that he'd never been that embarrassed in his life. He felt like he's just undressed his mother. Bob was less bashful about undressing the other women until he came to the young one. She looked just as nervous as he was. Her breasts were a good deal larger than I'd expect on a girl her age with that slender a figure, but maybe she was older than she looked. She had shaved her pubic area, which also made her look too young to be there, and she had come dressed like a teenager in a halter top, shorts and tennis. After taking her clothes off, Bob didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off her. Finally Karen and I were the only ones left with clothes on. Bob looked at me with a big question mark on his face. "Go ahead," I said. "It's your fantasy, and you're about to earn it the hard way." He undressed me, then looked at Karen with the same quizzical look. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before," she said, laughing at his shyness. So Bob undressed her as well. Karen told us to get him up on the table. We held his arms and legs spread to the corners while Karen tied his wrists and ankles to the table legs. I had brought along the pipe gag, and I put that in his mouth and tied the string around his head to keep it in place. Karen placed a thick pillow behind his head so that he could see what was happening to his penis more easily. Then she fastened a small zip tie around the base of his penis and pulled it just snug enough to maintain his erection indefinitely. "Does anyone want to make use of this thing before I cut it off?" Karen asked, pointing to the penis. No one said anything for a moment, then one woman stepped forward. "The condemned man deserves his last meal," she said. Karen put a condom over Bob's penis, and the woman climbed up on the table, squatted over Bob's pens, and lowered her vagina over it. Bob struggled against the ropes. I don't know whether he was really trying to get loose or just testing, but the ropes held. He glanced my way, looking helpless. Later he said he was hoping to see whether I was approving this or not. In truth, I wasn't, but between the peer pressure and wanting Bob to have his fantasy, I let it happen. The woman satisfied herself and climbed off. A second came forward, and Karen changed the condom for a fresh one. She, too, satisfied herself and climbed off. Karen took the condom off, and semen poured out. "Looks like he's got some feeling back," Karen said. "I was afraid the worm shocker had destroyed the nerves and he wouldn't be able to feel the knife." Then, turning to the group, she said, "Anyone else?" The young one--I'm inclined to say girl rather than woman, and now that I think about it, she may have been the daughter of the older woman--came forward. "Can I just play with it?" she asked. "I've never seen a man's penis before." Karen told her to wait a minute until she could clean up the semen. After wiping up the mess with a washcloth, she motioned to the girl to go ahead. The girl felt the shaft gently, then ran a finger over the head and slowly down to his testicles. She felt each testicle, then squeezed one hard, letting it pop out from between her thumb and forefinger like a wet watermelon seed. Bob tensed up and gasped as it popped out. The girl giggled and did the same thing with the other testicle. Taking some delight with her new-found toy, she repeated it several times, squeezing harder each time before letting the testicle pop out and giggling at Bob's reaction. Then she looked over at me. "Did you really beat his testicles with a club?" she asked. I nodded. "Can I try?" she asked. I told her I'd say yes but I didn't bring the club along. "That's okay," she said, and she climbed up on the table and knelt between Bob's legs. She leaned over, placing her hands on the table on either side of Bob's chest and letting her breasts dangle just grazing his chest. "Do you like my boobs?" she asked Bob. Bob nodded. "Dirty old man," she said, but her tone made it sound more like a compliment than a rebuke. She swung her right leg back and slammed her knee into Bob's groin. Bob gasped, and tears came to his eyes. "Did that hurt?" she asked with mock sympathy. Bob nodded weekly. "I've always wanted to do that to a guy," the girl said, and she slammed her knee into his groin again, harder. She climbed down and again played with his penis for a few more minutes, then turned and walked away from the table. Karen asked if anyone else wanted to play with Bob's penis, but no one came forward. "Okay, let's get on with the show," she said. She pushed the zip tie on Bob's penis back toward his abdomen and tightened it, then disappeared from the room for a moment, returning with pliers to tighten it further. Satisfied that it seemed tight enough to prevent excess bleeding, pushed two safety pins through the shaft of his penis, forming an X and fastened them. Then she took a large kitchen knife and, with one slice, cut Bob's penis off. Bob looked down at it, looking astonished. I guess we'd played enough games to get him used to having close calls, but now he really had no penis, and despite all the preparation and planning, it seemed to take him by surprise. There was less blood than I expected. What blood there was came mostly from the severed penis itself, not from Bob's body. Karen had a soldering iron ready and plugged it in to a long extension cord. She told me the cauterizing was my job. She went and got a large bowl of water to wash the blood off the penis, and she squeezed it to get what blood out of it she could. She dried it off with a paper towel and passed it around among the women, who responded with giggles and comments about how weird it felt. The older woman tried to stuff it into her vagina, but either it was too soft or she was too dry, and she quickly gave up. Finally it got back to Karen, and she put it in the waiting bottle of alcohol. Meanwhile, I did the cauterizing, not really knowing what I was doing or what to expect, but I knew that the entire area of the wound needed to be thoroughly burned. Bob thrashed wildly against the ropes, screaming as best he could with the gag, but the cauterizing was for his own good, and we both knew I had to continue. While I was finishing, the women dressed and, thanking Karen for the invitation, left the house. An hour later Bob and I were home again. I guess I got a little carried away with the narrative here, but I wanted you guys to understand why I'm in a funk about it all and why I said good riddance to Bob's penis. I felt like an outsider. I was pretty much totally ignored, even by Bob. I thought it would be Bob and Karen and me, but it turned out Bob was the circus, Karen was the ringmaster, the other gals were the crowd, and I was just the janitor that cleans up the elephant poop. What probably galled me the most was seeing Bob have his last erection, the last two times in sexual intercourse and his last ejaculation in other women, right in front of me. When we got home, I lit into Bob pretty hard about it. He looked shell-shocked, wondering what I wanted for him to have done. I don't know. I suppose he could have told Karen to forget it, but I could have done that, too, and I didn't. I could have stopped it later but by then Bob was tied up and gagged with the gag I put there, so I guess more blame falls on me than on him, but I'm not feeling logical right now. I'm hurt, and part of me still wants to blame Bob. I'm still trying to sort out my feelings about all this. I imagine Bob is, too. I shouldn't keep dumping on you guys about my feelings and problems. You've all been great. --- On June 6 at 10:10 pm, Jack274 wrote: If we've been any help, I'm glad. I sympathize with your feelings. Thanks for sharing your experience. The guys here have more or less the same fascination with castration and/or penectomy Bob had, and we've been following the developments you've reported with more than passing interest. We're particularly--I think I speak for all the regulars here--in hearing how Bob deals with life with no penis. Please don't stop posting now that the deed is done. --- [EDITOR'S NOTE: Numerous postings have been deleted at this point, as there is a long gap in the postings related to Bob and Curious_WIfe.] --- On August 7 at 6:32 pm Curious_Wife wrote: I don't know how many here will remember me, but for those who do, I wanted to give an update. Bob's wound has healed, and he has gotten used to how he has to sit on the toilet to urinate without making a mess. We have settled into a routine. We sleep together naked every night now. I hadn't imagined how much pajamas can come between two people in love, but they do cut into the spontaneity. I hadn't realized that the half of a man's penis that's inside his body can get an erection even when the other half is missing, but Bob tells me he gets them all the time now. He also says sometimes has the sensation that the whole penis is there, but he says what he feels in the missing part is pain rather than sexual stimulation. He has become very adept at satisfying me sexually with his hands and tongue and doesn't demand anything in return, though he does still enjoy being tied up and teased sexually or having his testicles beaten a couple of times a month. He convinced me to give the artificial penis a try, and it's not as bad as I thought. It's not the same as having him inside me, but knowing he's on the other end of it mitigates the strangeness of having something foreign inside, and it does provide some of the feeling of intercourse that his fingers and tongue can't match. Besides, it seems to give him something emotionally to use it. The same is true of the vibrator he bought. I have to admit it does feel really nice when he uses it on my clitoris. We still play dice games, and he has given me a stack of recipe cards with proposed penalties for when he loses. He still likes to be tied up naked and tormented. We joke about new fantasies, like tying his testicles to a long rope attached to the trailer hitch on our SUV and having me drive off or leaving him naked and chained by his testicles to a stake out in the middle of a cornfield somewhere. But we're not apt to try anything that really jeopardizes his testicles. They're too much fun to play with, and I never want him to loose his sexual desire. We especially like taking baths together, which is something we never did before. We're closer than we've ever been. Bob does at times get depressed about not being able to get an orgasm, but then he'll deliberately set up an evening designed to drive him crazy, knowing full well he'll end up frustrated. I guess the feeling of desire makes him feel more like a whole man again even when he can't do anything about it. It's a paradox. I don't think even he knows why he craves it. Karen and I are friends again. After the cutting, I guess I was a little nasty to her. I apologized, and she seemed to understand what I was going through and let it slide. She lets Bob come over to view the penis every once in a while. If he refers to it as his penis, she is quick to correct him. It's her penis. The alcohol in the bottle is a little milky now. She says she's been meaning to dump it and put in fresh. Most of the color is gone. It looks more gray than pink. We haven't involved Karen in our sexual games since the cutting, but not by design. We've been too busy, and so has she. Some day soon maybe. The other women involved in the cutting seem to be keeping the secret all right, and Karen says she never gave them even our first names and never will. For the other women, maybe keeping quiet is less a matter of honor than fear that they'll be in trouble if word gets around that they were there. In any event, as far as we know, only those who were present know what happened. If people at Bob's job are curious why he never uses the urinal, they haven't said anything. I suppose some day someone else will find out he doesn't have a penis, but the secret seems safe for now. This will probably be my last posting here unless something really unexpected comes up. Best wishes to all. You've been great! Curious --- [EDITOR'S NOTE: As of the date when this was compiled there hadn't been another posting from Curious_Wife in over a year.]
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