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The Present
------------------ "Hi, this is Dasha. How are you?" I was surprised. Her job had led her to London some time ago and I didn't know that she was back. "Hey, you're back, that's nice. Thanks, I'm fine." "Do you have time today? Why don't you come to my place? I have a surprise for you," she seemed to be very happy. As ist was Saturday morning and I hadn't made any plans I agreed an asked:" What kind of surprise?" "Well, it's a surprise," she said, laughing." So I won't tell you of course. Come to my place and you will see." We agreed to meet at her place one hour later. I thought about his phone call and thought it was strange. Her happiness was unusual her invitation rare. We had met three years before through our jobs and become close friends right away but I had been at her place only once. There was something strange about our relationship, Dasha was strange. She was not a beauty, didn't behave like a woman and never tried to benefit from the fact she was a woman. Actually she often behaved like a man and hardly ever wore women's clothes. But still she was sexually attractive in a way I could never explain. For some time I thought she was a lesbian but she wasn't. We had liked each other from the very first moment, something attracted us to each other. There was something sexual about our relationship - at least friends told me - but we never got close. But there was always tension in the air when we met. I drove to her flat and as soon as she opened the door I knew that something was different. Her face was bright and she seemd to be very happy which was unusual for her. "Hey, come in. I'm happy to see you. Go to my room the surprise is on the table. Go take a look at it, I'll prepare some drinks in the meantime." I entered her room and looked at her table. There was a strange looking device made of steel. It was round or rather circle-like, some 2" thick, some 6" in diameter with a hole in the middle. Somehow I couldn't figure out what it was but my penis seemed to know - it was fully erect within seconds after I saw the device. I was getting nervous. "What is it" I shouted noticing that my voice was trembling. She was right behind me. " I found it in London. And as soon as I saw it I knew it is exactly what you were looking for." "But what is it?" "Come on, don't be silly" she started laughing. Apparently she had noticed my excitement. "It's an emasculator" she continued . "You told me several times you want to get rid of our prick." That was true. We had become so close that we revealed many of our secrets to each other. And so I had told her about my problem - I wasn't too well developed in the genital area. When erect my penis was just 3.1" long! That was the reason why my sex life was a mess - it hardly existed. Women began to laugh and vanished immediately when they saw my tiny prick. I was so desperate that I thought it would be easier to have no penis at all instead of a small one. So I had told her about my desire to have my penis chopped off - and abviously she hadn't forgotten about it. "It's an emasculator that not only cuts off your prick but cauterises the wound immediately afterwards. That means you can actually do it on your own at home and don't have to go to hospital, " she added. I had told her I was looking for a way to do it without having to deal with doctors and hospitals. "Isn't it a great device? Just what you wanted - and I found it for you," she said cheerfully. I was standing there completely puzzled. I wanted to leave but at the same time something was stronger and made me stay. She noticed my hesitation and said " Come on, don't tell me you don't want to have it cut off any more?" Now I was in trouble. Apparently she had dealt with my problem and my desire intensely. So how could I tell her that the situation had changed and I didn't want t get rid of it any more? And was this really true? What did I really want? The answer of my penis - it was rock-hard at its best. "Come on, let's do it right now and here." For the first time since I had entered her room I turned around - and saw that she was stark naked. For the first time I saw her breasts which were not too big but perfectly shaped and her large, dark bush. Juices were flowing down her legs. Apparenly the thought of doing my penis excited her quite a bit. "Take off your clothes." "No I don't want to,"I said. "We don't have to do it now. Let' s just see whether the device fits and works." What was I going to do? I didn't want to lose it any more - but I wanted to lose it. I hesitated but then almost automatically started to take my clothes off. When everything was off I turned around again and now for the first time ever she saw my tiny prick. "Wow, it's even smaller then I thought it would be," she started laughing. "It looks funny. Even little boys have more. Now I know why. You can't do anything with it anyway. No woman will be satisified with it. It's really the best solution to cut it off." I wanted to contradict but didn't say anything. "Lie down here" she then said. "Let's give it a try." "But we don't do it now ." Only when you ask me to." When I was on the bench she took the device and slipped it over my erect mini-penis. She slid it down to the very base of my penis and even pressed it down into my body. "We wouldn't want to keep a stump, would we" she said with a smile on her face. "Now I only have to press the button here and it's over within seconds." "No, not now," I said. "Come on, you want it, I know. And it's to your best. Everything is perfect, your problems can be solved now." I wanted to get up and tell her to stop. I wanted to leave and keep my thingie. But at the same time I wanted her to do it. I just looked at her an nodded my head. "There it goes" she said and immediately pressed the button. Blades cut through my penis but the pain only hit me when the wound was cauterised. There was hardly any blood. When my penis fell down she collapsed in a huge orgasm. "Now that you don't have a penis any more we can become really close friends." That night we had our first sex. When I woke up the next morning I looked at my penisless crotch and thought how I was going to explain that to my new girlfriend. She had accepted that I had little to offer but would she also accept that I didn't have anything at all any more? Or didn't I have to explain that at all I thought looking at Dasha. Day trip with a surprising end ---------------------------------------- It was an early Saturday morning, I was still sitting at the breakfast table reading my morning paper when sudenly the phone rang. "Hi, John," I immediately recognised Dasha's voice. "Do you have time today? I have a surprise for you." I hadn't planned anything for the day and actually wanted to relax so I wan't too enthusiastic about any plan - even before knowing what it was. "What kind of surprise?" I asked without much energy. Dasha noticed my hesitation and increased her efforts. "Well, of course I won't tell you. But you will be very happy as you've always been interested in it." That sounded interesting but I was still too lazy. "Come on, it's a one time chance and I will be very disappointed if you don't come and don't know what I will do then," Dasha continued with a more serious voice. That was even more interesting and strange at the same time as it was something like a threat. "OK then what will it be?" I finally gave in. "Great, you won't regret it. I'll pick you up in an hour" Dasha finished her phone call. I was a bit puzzled but not too much. Dasha had always been a bit strange and strange was our relationship. We had met through our jobs three years before and had become friends from the very first moment. We had become very close but there was something like a natural barrier. Though we were apparently attracted to each other nothing really happened. Yes we literally talked about everything and had no secrets at all but that was it. I couldn't explain why but something stopped me from trying more - and she never did either. On the one hand I was a bit disappointed about this situation as I liked Dasha very much but due to my special problems I wasn't too worried about it as I didn't want to lose her. In fact I had told her about my problems after I had realised that we wouldn't be a normal couple. She was surprised and a little shocked when she heard what I said but not too much - and it didn't change our relation at all. When she came I got into her car and asked "Where will we go?" "Wait and see" she answered and that was all she was going to tell me about her surprise during the whole trip. Instead she told me everything about her recent stay in London - or as I know now almost everything. I noticed immediately that she was heading for the border - so it would be Belgium or the Netherlands. I watched her intensely while she was talking and noticed that she - not exactly a very feminine type - was looking more beautiful than ever though she hadn't changed anything at all. Why was that? I couldn't find answers to my bunch of questions and knew I wouldn't get them from her - at least for the moment. I was right - we were going to the Netherlands. After an hours drive we reached a small Dutch town close to the German border and she parked the car. "We'll have to walk from here," Dasha said and when I wanted to know more it was once again "wait and see." Apparently she knew the way and after a few minutes we reached a small tattoo and piercing shop. We entered and were greeted by a beautiful young girl. Dasha bent over to her, showed her something I couldn't see and whispered into her ear. "Oh," the girl said looking at me,"you got my address from our London base." I didn't know what she was talking about but Dasha said "Yes, you're right" and pointing at me added "he wants to get rid of his prick." I was totally stunned and almost paralysed and couldn't react. Dasha turned to me and explained "I stumbled into that shop in London when I was looking for more tattoos and piercings." She had several of both. "When I flipped through their catalogues I realised that they also did genital modifications. I carefully began to asked and heard about this shop and that they also do penectomies. It came to my mind that this could solve all our problems. Due to your problems you want a penectomy and I don't want a penis in my pussy. So here we are. Isn't it great?" I couldn't agree right away. Yes I had told her about my problem - my penis was just 3.1" when erect. That fact had led to my desire of having my prick chopped off. But on the other hand I wanted to keep it as I was still dreaming about finding a girl who would accept my state. "Well, " Dasha continued" we could become a couple you could serve me orally and I wouldn't be in danger of a penis. And you wouldn't have to bother about your problem any more. That's a perfect solution, isn't it?" There I was - trapped. It is one thing to dream about your thingie being chopped off and a totally different thing to face the cutting. But what was I supposed to do? I could have her this way. She had told me about her unpleasant experiences of the past but hadn't told me that as a result she couldn't accept penises any more. Big mouth as I was I had told her I would have it done as soon as I would find someone to do it - and now she had found someone. So I actually had no chance to get away - or did I? And of course I wanted to have it done - in a way at least. For her the situation seemed to be clear anyway. The girl and Dasha were talking and I heard the girl ask " what do you want me to do? The prick or the balls. Or both. And do you want me to take the whole prick or just the outer parts? And what about the urethra?" Apparenly I had no say in the matter as she didn't ask me but Dasha. "Just cut away the visible parts of his penis without leaving a trace of a stump." Dasha said. "Oh," the girld said."That's easy and can be done right away and you can leave immediately afterwards." Suddenly they were looking at me. I realised that they wanted to know whether it should be done right away. How could I get away? I knew I couldn't and just nodded my had. I was led to a room with an bench and was asked to undress. "Oh that's why" the girl said when she saw the size of my penis which had grown to its full 3.1. "Cutting this one off is clearly the best option." On the bench my legs were secured in stirr-ups. "Do you want him to feel it " the girl asked Dasha. "No,"Dasha answered. "Just free him of this useless piece of meat. No pain." When my crotch was numb after a couple of injections the girl put a circle-shaped cutting device over my penis and placed it way down at the base. "Do you want to to it? You just have to press the red button, "the girl asked Dasha. "I'd love to, "Dasha said and turned to me. "I'll do this for both of us,"she said and pressed the button. Within the fraction of a seond my penis was detached from my body and fell on the floor. The girl cauterized my wound and inserted a catheter. "This has to stay for two or three weeks." I dressed, we left the shop and went to Dasha's car. That night we had our first sex. Today I have to admit that Dasha was right. I never regretted losing my prick. We have a great relationship, I satisfy her orally and don't miss my mini-penis at all.
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