Part 1:

Christine and Stuart were in their mid 30s and had been together for five years. At the start their sex life was explosive. He had been open to her about his love for bondage and she indulged. He introduced her to hoods, cuffs and latex bodysuits, and eventually his fantasies of crossdressing and being tortured and castrated if he was ever caught. She gave him what he wanted in return for fucking her with his oversized cock and sharing his big bank balance.

But by year four they hit problems. Christine began to withdraw from the kinky sex play. It wasn't that she lost interest in the sex. The problem was that any respect she had for Stuart had began to wane. She'd discovered he was a typical selfish male who just wanted to satisfy his own needs and didn't show any interest in her. He worked 60 hour weeks and thought she was just there to serve.

'Fuck him' she had thought as she created a profile on an internet dating site and started looking for a male who would satisfy a woman's needs. It took her five months to fine a man who would make her swoon. Jason was a 29 year old plumber - hairy, no strings attached, and good with his mouth. Just what she wanted. Although his bank balance was nothing compared to what Stuart could offer.

"Why don't you just leave him?' Jason whispered as he slipped the condom off his uncut cock. They had found a hotel room to fuck in the middle of the day so Stuart wouldn't suspect anything was going on. Christine frowned as she admired his muscular arms. "It shouldn't be too hard, I know. But financially it would be a mess. We've just rennovated a house and I've finally got what I've always wanted. If I leave him... the best i could hope for is 50 per cent - and without his salary i couldn't afford to keep the house."

"Jesus, is that's all that keeps you together?" Jason smiled. Christine had told him she wanted kids and he thought he'd test how likely that was to happen. "Now you've got the house, has he talked to you about coming off the pill and having a kid, is that it?"

Christine was silent for a minute. It was true that they had talked about having kids. But that was before the sex had dried up. She hadn't told Jason about Stuart's sexual fetishes, just that things had got stale in the bedroom. Maybe now was the time.

"I've thought about it. But Stuart's idea of sex is entertainment, not breeding." She let that hang in the air for a minute.

"Huh? He gonna change his mind eventually? he must know your clock's tickin, darlin" Jason pulled up his pants and looked for a reaction.

"No, I mean... well, Stuart has always been a complicated guy. For the last year or so he's been more into wacking himself off, if you know what I mean. His idea of sex is S&M and kink and... I can't be bothered any more. It makes the relationship pretty damn lonely, believe me. So I can't see kids helping that problem right now."

The revelation about kink sparked Jason's attention, but he tried not to show it. "Hmmmm, so the old man's into more than vanilla, eh? You didn't mention that before. He get you to tie him up, wear a latex suit, whip him till he pisses himself?" Jason laughed at the thought of Christine being fucked by a submissive male.

"Something like that" she nodded and looked away. She hadn't betrayed Stuart's secrets before now. But she was lonely and angry. "He used to get me to take photos of him all tied up. And it wasn't just his wrists or ankles that turned him on. Tying off his ballsac was always part of the scene for him. And I mean always. He can never cum unless his balls are tied off real tight.' She hesistated for a minute. "And if you think it's me in the suit, think again. Stuart's the one into suits. I mean... you're going to think this is fucked up but... he's pretty far down the kinky side Jase. If he had his way he'd be wearing pantyhose and a dog collar and I'd be fucking him with a dildo every night."

There, she'd said it. The shame was hidden with the bitterness she felt for Stuart at that moment.

"Whoa, you're kidding me. Stuart is a transvestite? Fucking hell. No wonder you're always up for it darlin." He rubbed his jaw and looked out the window so Christine couldn't see him reflecting on what he'd encounted himself over the years. He'd received some of his best blow jobs from closet fags and had come across submissive guys before who would do anything to attract straight cock. "You're going to have to brush the guy off, you know that eh? Sounds like he aint ever going to make you happy. Jesus, now you've got me interested in the guy just to see what a kinky fucker like that looks like."

'Ha, he's probably on a webcam showing off several nights a week. Shouldn't be too hard to see what he looks like'. She reached for a cigarette and wondered how she could convince Jason that she was the innocent victim. Stuart had an addiction to the internet and although she suspected he did webcam performances, she'd never been interested enough to look for herself. The way she saw it, if he got his rocks off on the internet then at least he wasn't bringing strangers into the house.

"You don't care that your sissy partner is making cocks hard on cam? Jesus woman, you really are a tough one." Jason thought for a minute, wondering if this revelation was the answer to Christine's problem. He'd heard of a few net performers going missing in the past. 'I wouldn't worry too much about him taking half of the money with him. You ever thought of pushing him into his fantasy world for real? I bet there's a few guys out there who would be happy to own a sissy, if you know what I mean. Who knows, maybe he'd be happy to forefit his share of the house for a kinky life in the real world."

It wasn't hard for Christine to imagine Stuart in bondage. There were times she had slipped up to 6 castration rings on his sac and he had begged for more. When he'd suggested they both wear pantyhose before she cuffed him to the bed, she had seen the hunger in his eyes and his willingness to completely submit. Nothing would be too kinky until he finally squirted his load and turned back into the self centred banker.

"I don't know how far he goes. But I don't think he has the balls to do much in real time, if you know what I mean. It's too risky to play when you've go a castration fantasy. Especially when my father is always on our back about having children." She saw Jason was curious and her feelings for him were strong at that moment. She told him what she thought he wanted to know, to show she trusted him. "Why don't you have a look yourself. He forgot to delete his fantasy name from the history once, so I know what it is. Pretty simple. She reached out for a piece of paper and wrote down the seven letter name Stuart used when he performed. "This will show you why I need a real cock to keep me alive." She smiled, feeling a flicker of power as she betrayed Stuart's dirty little secret. He'd begged her to castrate him many times. In the past she had used orange elastrator rings. However this time, by telling Jason about Stuart's submissive fantasies, she had the sense of castrating him in a much more dangerous way.

Jason took the paper and smiled as Christine got ready to return to work. He'd been screwed by bankers many times in the past. Now he had a banker's balls in the palm of his hand. And if he played his cards right, he'd remove the balls and the money, and be thanked for his efforts. It was time to have some fun.