Sub Hubby to Eunuch Slave

I met my husband in college. I was attracted to his intelligence and ambition. It was obvious that he would be successful in life. I was disappointed to learn that he was under endowed. Intercourse was very unsatisfying but he was always ready to pleasure me with his tongue and fingers. With a little training, he became very good at it. After he would give me a great orgasm or two I could lay there and let him hump away at me until he satisfied himself. Sometimes he didn’t even want to do that. He would tell me that giving me pleasure was enough to satisfy him. I sure didn't complain. Slowly our relationship evolved into one where I was in charge sexually. One evening, I tried to give him a blowjob and he wouldn't let me. He tried to explain that he didn't think I should have to do that and when I told him that I didn’t mind he broke down and shared his true desire to be completely sexually submissive. Our sex life became more and more one sided then. I would receive daily orgasms and would occasionally allow him to cum. More and more his orgasms came at his own hand with me watching and making fun of him.

We were married shortly after we graduated and started new jobs. On the flight to our honeymoon destination my husband surprised me by telling me that he didn’t think that he should be the first man to make love to me as a married woman. He told me that I should try to find someone else or several someones to do. I told him that I would consider it. When we arrived at our beach resort, I knew that I would satisfy my husband’s request. There were dozens of good-looking men in skimpy bathing suites with big bulges. That afternoon we were on the beach and I was eyeing a particularly handsome man. My husband actually begged me take this man to bed. I left hubby on the beach towel and after a short conversation led my lover to our honeymoon suite. My husband showed up to the room later. He told me that he had waited in the hallway until my lover had left. I was lying in bed enjoying the afterglow and enjoying the warm feeling of cum filling me and spilling out of me. My hubby began to undress. I asked him what he thought he was doing. He said that he had hoped to make love to me. I told him that I was worn out and sore because my lover had such a big cock and had fucked me so long and hard. I wasn't sure if my husband was going to cum or cry. He was obviously turned on, jealous and worried all at the same time. I finally smiled and told him he could have me. He jumped on the bed and slipped into me. Between kisses he told me how much he loved me and began to ask me about my lover. He seemed to be mostly interested in size. I picked up on this and made a point of talking about how good a real man-size cock felt. When I asked my husband if he was sure that he was in me since I couldn’t feel him, he came with a loud moan. I loved the feeling of his cum mixing with my lovers I also loved the orgasm my husband gave me as he licked me clean. Our honeymoon week flew by. I took two other lovers and spent most of my time in bed. My hubby spent time in the hallway or the bar. He had no more than an orgasm or two the rest of the time and only one of those was in me. He suffered greatly because he was aroused constantly. He could have had more sex but he didn’t allow himself to.

We returned home and settled into the average mistress/slave relationship. My husband introduced me to more and more extreme methods of torture. He was happiest when I abused his cock and balls. By his own will he would go longer and longer between orgasms. I of course was being satisfied nightly by his wonderful tongue. I also bought a large strap on dildo for him to use on me because I missed being filled up by something. I loved making my hubby think that I was going to let his cock inside of me and then make him strap on that big fake cock instead. The only down side was the lack of cum. I always loved the feeling of warmth and wetness inside of me when a man would pump his sperm into me. I mentioned this to my husband and he predictably begged me to take a lover.

There was a coworker that I had had my eye on. Some of my female coworkers claimed to have first hand knowledge of his large size and ability in bed. I got my chance when several of us, including my target guy, were sent out of town on business. I told my husband what I was planning. He was thrilled. I surprised him when I told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to masturbate while I was away. He said that he didn’t think he could last a week but I told him that he had better try. I spent a busy week away. We worked hard and played hard, which means we fucked hard. I called my husband every night and gave him an update. I also reminded him not to be touching himself. I warned him that I would be able to tell if he had been good by how much cum he produced when I finally let him cum. He promised to be good. I returned home well satisfied and very pleased with the acquisition of a very good and very steady lover. My husband greeted me warmly with a clean house and a wonderful meal. We chatted about everything but my trip. When my husband got serious and told me that he had a confession, I knew that he had succumbed to his lust and had jacked off. I told him that I was disappointed in him and wanted to know how he would make it up to me. The next day he offered the solution of a chastity belt.

He found a device on the Internet and ordered it. When it arrived we started slowly to make sure that he could wear it for a long time. I was happy to find that he could still also wear the strap on for my pleasure. We started with him being locked up for a few days and quickly lengthened the time to weeks. I was of course having plenty of sex with my lover. I started bringing him home so that my husband could watch us. I loved being spread wide by my lovers big cock while my husband knelt by the bed with his little cock encased and unable to become erect.

Our first wedding anniversary was approaching and we talked about what we each wanted for a present. My husband asked for a chance to enjoy intercourse with me one last time. He proposed that I should not ever let him fuck me again. During a year of marriage we had fucked less than a dozen times. I didn't think I would miss out on anything if I granted his wish so I agreed. Besides, I never believed he would forever give up intercourse. For my present, I asked to go on a second honeymoon but this time with my lover instead of my hubby. My husband loved the idea. I thought he was going to cum on the spot without even touching himself. My lover and I enjoyed a wonderful week of great sex, my husband stayed home and worked. He was, of course, locked up so that he couldn’t play with himself the whole time.

Our second year of marriage was what my husband wanted. He didn’t put his cock in me for the whole year. He wore his chastity device for longer and longer periods. He always wanted me to decide how long it would be between orgasms for him. I started rolling a die to decide. He would jack off after giving me an orgasm or two with his tongue, fingers or strap on. Then I would roll the die and announce if the number was hours, days, weeks or months. I usually would make it days or weeks. Sometimes I would make it hours and he we would repeat the game later that day. The longest my hubby had gone without an orgasm was six weeks until one day I was upset with him and after rolling a six I said “months”. I wasn't sure if my hubby was going to cry from happiness or beg me to change my mind. He kissed me, told me how much he loved me and thanked me for the challenge. What amazed me was that he did his six-month sentence without objection or complaint.

His six months were to end just before our second anniversary. We decided to add a few days and end his confinement as part of our celebration. Since we were both busy at work, we planned a short vacation for ourselves at a local luxury spa. We were relaxing in the hot tub in our room when my husband announced his desire to become a eunuch. We had had a wonderful room service dinner. My husband had eaten his dinner naked while kneeling on the floor. For dessert I had removed his chastity and allowed him to jack off for the first time in six months and a few days. He only needed to stroke himself a few times and he sprayed a huge load of cum onto his dinner plate. I think he enjoyed the idea that his cum was an offering as he carried the dinner plates and tray out into the hallway. We joked about what someone might think if they walked by or came to pick up the room service dishes. He had started up the in-room hot tub for us and provided me a wonderful orgasm on his tongue. We climbed into the tub with glasses of champagne. I was wonderfully relaxed and happy. We talked about many things from sex to work to sports to our future. It was then that hubby told me he wanted to be my eunuch. After I recovered my wits, I asked him about kids. We had talked about having them. He said that I could get pregnant by a lover of my choice. He also ran through the list of benefits he saw to castration. I simply told him that I would think about it.

I told a few people about my husband's idea. Mostly, everyone was shocked. I had an old girlfriend from college who was a psychologist and I called to get her opinion. She told me that the desire to be castrated was rare but not unknown and that most men were very happy after the procedure. She also confirmed my husband’s information about the health benefits. My lover thought it was a great idea. He loved the idea of being the only man fucking me anyway. He figured that he would be the only one able to. I didn’t tell him about another guy that I was seeing. He didn’t need to know. Talking to everyone helped me decide. That night I lay in bed with my husband licking my lovers cum from me. I told him that if we could have it done safely, we would have him castrated. He was very happy man and he made me a very happy woman.

We found a doctor willing to do the procedure and the day arrive for the big cut. The night before, we celebrated. I offered to let my husband fuck me but he declined. Instead we invited my lover over and had a nice evening. My husband slept on the floor at the foot of our bed while my lover and I snuggled in bed. That morning my husband got up and made breakfast for us. He served it to us in bed after we finished a morning session of great sex. After my lover left, off to the doctor’s office we went. The procedure was done very professionally I held my husband's hand while his testicles were removed. He smiled at me and said “thank you” over and over again. We went home and my husband recovered within a few days.

The doctor had talked to us about hormones to ease my husband’s transition. He began to take a low level of testosterone through a patch. Life with my own eunuch began well and has been great ever since. I am now six months pregnant. I have a loving eunuch husband who adores and pampers me and a steady lover for great sex. My husband still gets erections. He has a very low sex drive so I’ve told him that he can jack-off whenever he wants to. He still asks for my permission to do it about every other month. He is happy and so am I.