My Life With Arlene

From far back in childhood, from the time of my first glimmerings of puberty, I had only one sexual fantasy- only one sexual need. An overwhelming one. To lick girls' pussies and be their slave.

In the 9th grade, with my first real girlfriend, I finally got the chance to do it. I licked her cunt, and discovered the clitoris, which I had known nothing about, which I quickly found could be tongued and sucked. But she wanted romance ; she wanted to "maade love to", and I was too selfish & impulsive, too immature, to do this . I soon lost her.

I'm a good looking guy & know how to be charming. I had no trouble getting girls throughout high school, and I learned to give them intercourse at the beginning, & be "loving", to keep them for a while. But I needed to give my mouth, & sooner or later thisput them off and I lost them. A girlfriend usually lasted 3-4 months only.

I was too lazy to attend 4 year college & prepare for earning a good living. I went to community college & then got a job as a salesman with a department store, the kind of job you left behind at 5:00 & ddidnt have to think about. During college, my pattern of brief relationships continued, where the temptation to satisfy myself by giving my mouth almost exc;lusively, eventually drove the girl away.

This pattern continued into my 20s, brief realationships because my needs & the girl's didnt match . Then, one Friday night in a bar, I met Arlene.

Shje looked older than I. Her plain, stern face and body that was just too stocky to be good, brought out my submissive feelings & I came on to her at once. I was at my best, charming & hip, and she smiled and responded. We were like any couple just getting together.

Then, without warning, she said to me "Keith, are you a good lover?" I was totally unprepared for this, had no line ready, & this girl made me feel submissive a lot. So I blurted out, "I'm a very good lover, but only orally. I love to eat cunt, to kiss, to lick, to suck. To give the woman as much pleasure as I can, & then rest my head on her thigh.If I'm horny enough & the woman means enought to me, I would drink from her cunt. I may be the best pussylicker in the world".

It felt very good admitting all this, but then I expected her to give me an awkward smile & say"Nice meeting you" . Instead, she said "I've been looking for you all my life".

Her car was parked closer to the bar, so she drove me to mine & I followed her to her apartment. In her living room, she asked me, smiling sweetly, to relax on the couch while she cahanged into "something comfortable". My precum was wetting my pants & my penis felt like wood, as I waited for her, She came out fairly quickly.

She was wearing a bathrobe, but I could see that she was still fully dressed from the waist up. Her top was on, fully buttoned, the dim outline of her bra showing through. With a smile she opened her robe, & I saw her bush. She was naked from the waist down, but fully dressed from the waist up. She smiled, but that blouse was speaking volumes to me: "What do you need to see my breasts for? Youre here to lick my cunt. This is not about lovemaking. Your head stays below my waist, You are here to lick my cunt." I felt shame & domination; of course, I want to feel shame & domination when I'm with women, but I want it to come from ,my own imagination, as it always had. This was coming from her.

We went into her bedroom, she lay on her back, the robe splayed around her. She spread her knees wide & presented her cunt. I dropped my pants & underwear halfway down my thighs & got into masturbating position, I kissed her labia gently, alrternately kissing & licking them, the n gradually hartder & harder, until my lips pushed past them & I felt the velvety smoothness of her pussy.

I put in my tongue & tasted the orangey-acid taste of pussy, licking gently & then harder & harder, until the salty taste of her lubricating fluid, dropping down from higher up her cunt, took over the flavor. Just as she started fucking hard against my face, I came on the bed.

But she was just getting started. After her firdst cunt orgasm I had to tongue her clit out of its sheath & suck it, feeling it harden & expand against my lips. A clit comes quickly, & reapeatedly. I gave her 3 orgasms, and then she wanted her cunt done again.

Finally, we stopped, sitting up & smiling at each other. I wads below her & to her left. Then she saw the stain on her sheet. "You didnt use a rubber ! You stained my sheet!" she shouted, genuinely angry. She reached down & slkapped my face, hard. I was embarrassed ! She made me change the linens. I promisecd to take the stained ones & throw them out, and biuy her a new set. This put her back in a sweet mood, & she kissed & hugged me. She had a seminar for the whole weekend, since she was an R.N. & in fact a nurse-practitioner, while I had a date- certainly my last- witha naother woman for Sarturday night. We agreed to get togerther both Fri &Sat, nights the next week.

All week I masturbated over her, half over the sex we had & half over the slap.

Friday night I arrived at her apartment, witha pretty, feminine set of sheets instead of flowers. She was delighted. I took her out to Chinese food & a Woody A;llen movie. Then it was back to her place.

This time, I had a rubber on under my pants, & when I started eating her I stayed on the right side of my right thighj, so I wouldnt come against the bed. As I kissed, licked, tasted & sucked, going from cunt to clit & clit to cunt, I let my sexual tension mount & mount until I couldnt bear it anymore. Then I slid onto my stomach & came, whi;le she fucked against my face.

Our relationship continued, & I began packing a few things & spending who;le weekends at her place. The sex was fabulous, my life was fabulous. Then, after a few weeks, Arlene said "I'd like to try another position. I'd like to sit in front of your shoulders, with my pussy above your face, & have you lick & suck upwards".

My heart leaped at this ! It was my favorite position, but it's so submissive that I'm ashamed to ask for it, & only get it if the woman has the nerve. Now I could no longer come at all while we were having sex- while she was having sex- but only afterward. This drove my sexual tension to enormous heights, with wonderful comes, in the bathroom, when I finally got the chance. I loved looking up & seeing a cunt directly above my face.

Then one Saturday night, several months after we had started our sex life & while Arlene was sitting over my face, she said"Keith, I'd like to pee into your mouth". "Yes, oh yes" I said, my voice muffled by her pussy. I cupped my mouth completely around her cunt, craned my neck, & recceived the warm stream of her pee in my mouth & down my throat . I was in heaven.

Of course I had long since decided to marry Arlene & had proposed to her twice. Even though she was past 30, she said she wasnt ready yet. I thought my life had gotten as good as it could possibly get, & all I wanted was to marry Arlene.

About a year into our relationship, Arlene suddenly said, "Keith, I want to do a piercing on you. I want to put a ring through your penis". This startled me ; she had never paid the slightest attention to my penis. Our relationship was between my mouth & her cunt; my penis was strictly my own concern. Naturally, I was extremely excited by this. She said she wanted to make it impossible for me to ever fuck, & to be able to lead me & tether me. This brought all my submissive & sexual feelings to a boil, & I was ready to agree- but she sweetened the deal: if I would agree she wouldnt marry yet, but I could move in with her & quit my job; she made more than enough money. I agreed.

In a few days, she produced a sterile, packaged steel ring. She scrubbed & gloved, washed the tip of my penis with Betadine, & had me spray ethyl chloride on the area to keep it numb. The ring went through thje hole & into the left side of the head of my penis, & the pain was terrible, Idoubled ov er & screamed. But the pain soon began to subside. I looked at the ring going through my penis flesh, & I was so proud of it !

The next day Arlene went to a hardware store & bought a length of light chain & 2 ssmall padlocks. She attached one lock tto my ring, put a link of the chain through it, & locked it. Then she led me, by the penis , completely around the apartment. I loved every moment. Soon thereafter, she had several girlfriends over one night, & told me to show them the ring. Proudly, I opened my fly, took out my penis & displayed the ring. Thje girls smiled with a guilty, enbarrassed smile but it was clear that they enjoyed the sight. There were ooohs & ahhs. The bravest girl gingerly put her index finger inside the ring, & gave ita tiny pull upward , lifting my penis. I smiled at her. Again timidly, she pulled gently on the ring & started to lead me by it, & I said, "I'll have to go where you go". Arlene now got out my leash& lock, & let each girl lead me around the apartment. My sexual tension was huge & I could have come without touching myself aqt all. Then she tethered me, very closely,m to a piece of furniture so that my penis was sticking up vertically & I couldnt move at all. She left me there the rest of the evening, & occasionnaly some woman would smile, syly,, at me & I smiled back.

Now a new phase of my life began, When any of Arlene's friends had a birthday, job promotion, etc she would give her my mouth as a gift. Depending on the importance of the occasion or hlow much she liked the friend, it might be a quick come in our apartment, or a whole night with the friend. How I loved my life ! I was lic king & tasting strange pussies, that were imposed on my mouth by Arlene. This was real slavery at last. During the next year, 3 of her friends got married. We attended the weddings, & I enjoyed the thought that I had licked these womens' cunts many times, in nights of wild pleasure.

I no longer worked, & slept in a s late as I wished, Arlene kept me tethered all day ; my chain was long enough to reach the bathroom so I could shower & shave. As lpong as I did the day's house woirk & had dinner ready when she came home, my time was my own. I stayed naked most of the time, & the sight of my pierced & tethered penis connected to a chaim made me masturbate, sometimes twice a day. Arlene was usually too tired for sex on weeknoights anyway.

Then a change began to come into my perfect life. I had been with Arlene more than 2 years, & suddenly something was wrong. She was angry & ill-temperted with me. When she led me aroud, she pulled viciously on my ring, hurting my penis . S he was moody & unhappy.

I dreadedlosing my happy & totally ffulfilled life, & I also had a practical dread: I had no money or home, only my car parked somewhere on the street. I now had a huge whole in my weak resume. What would I do if we were over ??

The weeks went by. Arlene seemed to be holding something back, & my fears worsened. Finally, she spoke: "Keith, I dont want you to have a penis anymore. I cant stand it. I want it to come off"

I was shocked & terrified. I felt the same as if sshe had been talking about my eyes & wanted me blind. It was out of the question ! My whole life with her revolved around sexual pleasure....

Wasnt it enough that sshe had put a ring through my penis, I argued? I'm already castrated. You love my ring, you love to lead & tether me..... But she said sshe had "grown past that ;point" The very thought that I had a penisoppressed her.

I pointed out that the oral sex I gave her was powered by my own sex drive; surely this was a fundamental issue. But she said in future I would eat her for the sheer joy of giving her pleasure, & I would still have the tastes & textures. "Am I more important than your stupid penis?" she asked, in a genuinely hurt voice.I could see how her mind worked: my desperate desire to not have my penis cut off was, to her, only a selfish betrayal. She pointed out bluntly that she supported me.

Now my wonderful life was over. I was dependent on Arlene, she had the ability to take my penis off, & she was serious about doing it. I bowed to the inevitable.

When the day came, she had a mannish, lesbian fellow nurse from the hospital over to assist her. The woman never spoke to me. The women scrubbed the kitchen table with alcihol, put down a large sterile drape, & I lay down on it. My wrists & ankles were taped to

the table legs, & an IV was started in my arm . Arlene gave me wwhat she called a "regional block" so I would nt feel any pain Thden theyscrubbed & got ready .

My abdomen, groin & thighs were numb I could just feel it when Arlene lifted my penis. Then I felt a pressure starting to move through the thickness of my penis, & I realized this must be the scalpel. My penis was really being cut off ! My penis was being cut off !

The pressure continued across the shaft & then I felt a give; my penis had been removed. Arlene then busied herself controlling the bleeding, positioning my urethra sso I would still be able to pee, as if I were a man, & suturing the wound. Then she turned her attention to my balls. Again I felt the pressure moving across the skin that held my scrotum to my body, & felt the pressure give. Now I was a eunuch !

Arlene kept me on heavy pain mediaction for several days. I healed without incident. Now I had no penis. Arlene became more loving to me, & at last said that we should get married. After all, I thought, my penis had never been part of our love life, & I still had my mouth. She picked out her own engagement ring & b ought it,

giving it to me to ritually slip on her finger.

Now I thought, sadly, that my life had reached its final stage of experience; I would love Arlene with my mouth, getting nothing but the pleasure of serving her, & thart would be that. But again I was wrong.

Two of Arlene's girlfriends came to me. They hated giving oral sex to theeir boyfriends, they said. They hated drinking the "goo".

Tbhey knew I wasnt gay, but now that I was no longer a man, would I mind blowing their boyfriends for them, if these would accept it ??

I was stunned. At this late stage, here was something new ! I told them that it was entirely up to Arlene whose crotch my mouth went on, & I would of course obey her. Arlene graciously gave her consent.

Yessterday one of the girls called & said her boyfriend had agreed to stop pestering her for oral sex if he was blown by me once a week, & so tonight I am to drive to his apartment & suck his prick. Oh yes, the girlfriend added, he wants to see if youre really

a eunuch, so would you mind stripping before you blow him?

Amd so tonight, my life with Arlene will evolve again, as I become a naked, penisless, coccksucker.