Tease Me Off (Volume 6)

Of course, and to this day he still believes it was absolutely necessary.

I had so much fun leading up to it, and was lucky enough to have help on the medical side of the fence. You see, my husband and I have the same physician. As luck would have it, she was very sympathetic in a private conversation on my sexual needs, and how one-sided my husband has become in our many years of marriage. She has always felt that castration is the only real cure for males with inconsiderate sex drives.

She actually helped me put a plan in motion, to convince my husband that castration would be the only cure for certain medical problems. Without him knowing we created his problem in the first place. She has been very successful with other women in helping create an actual medical excuse to trick husbands into accepting the procedure.

After kicking around some of her possible fictitious medical conditions that could warrant a castration, I simply fell in love with the idea of turning him into an unpreventable "Pre-Mature Ejaculator". Apparently there is a new prescription sinus medication that only women can take. Tests have shown that almost all males who tried the drug, pre-maturely ejaculate as a temporary side effect. Once they stop taking the medication, they would return to their normal functionality. She wrote me out a large prescription for the "Aleegra" sinus medication, and suggested crushing a double dosage in his liquids at each meal.

Within a week of three double doses a day, I began to notice the changes. Our foreplay before lovemaking brought him way too close to the brink. After the second week, he couldn't even make it past putting on a condom with only five minutes of stroking him on my part. I was enjoying his lack of control progressing further and further each day, and was now ready to have some real humiliating fun. And of course, being the concerned wife, I insisted he make an appointment with Sylvia our doctor.

Sylvia was having way too much fun in toying with him throughout her mock examination. She allowed me to stay in the room during the whole farce to help add to his discomfort with the situation. Insisting that family matters, such as this, be faced by the both of us. It was so hard to refrain from laughing during the exam. First she aggressively coaxed him to strip for the exam, and then had him bent over forward and spread eagle while stretching on the rubber gloves. His humiliation was wonderful while she deeply probed his anus and forced a tremendous hard-on. In a professional concerned demeanor, she methodically examined his erection and testicles. He was to embarrassed to even look up at us throughout. She grabbed a tube of slippery gel that she later described as a nerve ending stimulator. While applying the gel to his firm erection, she explained to us both, that the problem could be an enflamed prostate, erectile nerve disorders, or even a testosterone imbalance. (Of course we both knew at this point that the "Aleegra" medication was simply working rather well.) The gel began to take effect on his penis causing it to throb and drool about. She then applied more gel into the palm of her gloved hand and grasped on to his pulsing member. Slowly but firmly twisting and pumping it. In under a minute's time he let loose an extreme load into her other awaiting hand, as she knowingly expected would happen.

"Oh John, I'm sorry about that! But it would appear that your condition is extreme with your letting loose so quickly. Well, don't be embarrassed by this. It's a more common thing nowadays than you probably realize. I am going to get you started on three prescriptions. We'll give these a try for about six months. I don't want to scare you or anything, but if it worsens, you may need to consider castration as permanent solution. These cases can progress further, and it may be the only way to spare you from public humiliation and help you lead a more functional life. But don't worry about that yet. Let's try the medication first. You did the right thing by cuming here today! While you're getting dressed, I'll speak with Jane in my office about some techniques you MUST practice with her in order to help strengthen your abilities to regain control."

Sylvia and I practically died laughing back in her office. The scare of castration really set me up for controlling the situation. She gave me the prescriptions with false labels on the front. The first set of pills were marked "once per day for hypersensitive skin", but was actually a maintenance dose of "Aleegra" so I wouldn't have to spike his food any more. The second prescription was marked "once every morning for prostate control" and actually contained "Extra-strength Viagra". Then finally she gave me a tube marked "de-sensitizing cream" which was actually the same nerve-ending stimulator she had just over stimulated him with in the exam. She advised on teasing in the gel each night to keep him nice and sensitive. The Viagra would force him stay hard through the day from about noon on.

With a perpetual hard-on and extremely sensitive skin, he should be rather accident prone at the drop of a hat. His days in the office at work should prove rather comical. For the evenings she suggested I set a timer for about 15 minutes and tease him that duration with a promise of intercourse if he can withstand the stimulation. He shouldn't be able to last much more that five minutes at the most. Then punish him for not trying hard enough by supplying you with oral sex, or any sort of humiliating fun you see fit. Within a few months he should be begging for relief and even castration to end his suffering. Once castrated, he'll become more attentive and satisfying to your own needs. She handed me an unusual looking device labeled "Tease Me Off" and explained how it worked. Once I have had my fun, and he is truly begging, I could simply restrain him in a chair and let the device stroke him into one final orgasm, which would then sever his darling little testicles.

This was like a dream come true. I had the means to get even for all his inconsiderate lovemaking, and a license to castrate him when I've had enough. Sure enough, that is exactly the way it went. He would come home each day with an enormous bulge and often accompanied by sopping or stained underpants. I could imagine his spontaneous spewing for each of the office girls that caught his eye. His routine was a nice stimulator gel rub on his Viagra induced erection to keep him throbbing for the evening. Then I would give him the opportunity to pass a little no-cum test. Passing meant intercourse and a more pleasant orgasm for him. Failing meant special vagina treatments for me while he stewed in his little mess. The tease test always included some form of bondage or humiliation fun. He never stood a chance of passing the allotted time, and my pussy has never had so much loving attention from him prior.

Over the next few months he would sometimes break down and beg, even almost cry to me for his misery brought on from his lack of control. His orgasms became annoying and not like having sex at all. And each time I would show him the "Tease Me Off" device and insure it would end his poor suffering. He would only sob some more, and accept an unmerciful teasing which was now sending him over the edge in a matter of only two or three minutes at best.

On one such occasion, he begged me so pathetically that I decided to let him have a little humiliating intercourse. But not with me, this was too much fun! I purchased one of those inflatable sex dolls and told him if he could make love to her for more than five minutes, I would consider letting him enter me again at some point. I dressed it up in one of my sexiest little outfits and the perfume that drives him crazy with lust. I told him he had to treat her as if she were real, and slowly undress her while kissing and fondling her like a real date, or the deal was off.

I made him sit on the edge of the bed with her on his lap and beg her for sex while fondling the breasts and kissing the cheeks and lips. The whole scene was better than any smut movie I had ever sat through. When I felt he had begged sincerely enough, I let him proceed to tenderly undress her. I could tell he was already over the edge and made him lube her up a bit with the fake "de-sensitizing gel". It was his worse nightmare. Within three pumps of her vinyl vagina he was shooting uncontrollably. He sobbed and cried, trying to have me forgive him. I comforted him and explained how I would have felt if it were me instead of the doll. He was definitely getting emotionally primed up for the big snip.

Towards the fifth month I knew he wasn't going to make it much longer. He was getting very accustomed to evening strapped downs into the bedroom armchair. His arms were secured and legs forced open and wide. Then it happened!!. I was practically killing him that evening with a prolonged ostrich feather tease job. He broke down into tears and begged me to use the device. I set up our video camera for this oncoming historic event. I was never more excited than that particular instant. Watching his cock throb and jump while fitting the "Tease Me Off" on him was nearly too much. I then kissed him and asked again if he was really sure it was what he wanted. He just kept sobbing, "yes�yes...yes". I switched it on, and enjoyed watching it methodically buzz and pump his member. I could see him start to panic, as he grew ready to loose his load. I stuffed his mouth with one of our ball gags to prevent him from expressing a "second-thought" change of mind. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat back enjoying his efforts to struggle against his bonds. He mumbled "NO" repetitively in his gag while I just sat there casually filing my nails, motioning him with little kisses, and ignoring his struggling pleas.

I never orgasmed harder than that moment when he came! The little condom filled with his load and a loud pop from the cutting blades finishing his sexual status. The next day I brought him into Sylvia's office where she gave him a few safety stitches to heal up nicely, and pronounced him cured. She consoled him on doing the right thing for his long-term health. He has certainly become more attentive to my needs. Sylvia supplies me with testosterone patches to reward him when he truly deserves.

"OH JANE�that is incredible! Does Sylvia see new patients by any chance?"

Ahhh, Frank could use a check-up eh? Let me see if I can get you an appointment.