[partial castration] [testicles] [violence] [whipping] [straight]

Pam and I had been together for almost nine years when we broke up. Except for a few things, our interests were very different. It was those two things that would bring us back together leading to the biggest change in my life.

Our last fight had been over her politics and my sexual desires. We had crossed swords over these issues many times before so the last argument was nothing special. I wanted some intimate attention. Pam was too busy working on the political campaign of someone for whom I would never vote. We exchanged some very hurtful words and followed up with a pair of extremely nasty and insulting e-mails. We were over, done, finished. To put a final stamp of closure on the relationship I went out and had my first interracial affair. The new freedom was exciting for someone who had been completely faithful for the last nine years. I was free and was going to enjoy it, yet something was missing.

Months passed and then I was surprised to find an e-mail from Pam. I was struck by it’s simplicity. It read;

“I will trade you a whipping for a licking.”

The two things Pam and I both enjoyed through out our nine-year relationship were me licking her and she whipping me. Now she had gotten it down to the only things we had in common. I was struck by her boldness and realized it was probably driven by an uncontrolled outbreak of hornyness. I knew that despite the amount of sex I was enjoying, it was the whippings that I missed. I typed out; “Nothing more, just a whip and a lick? Fine by me.” And hit send. Within an hour, Pam replied with a new e-mail that when on and on as was Pam’s style. It was filled with details, rules, and instructions of just how things would be done. Always self centered and demanding, she made it clear that I would orally satisfy her and she would deliver severe whippings. Any ideas about intercourse were off the table. After sucking her cunt, I would jerk myself off the same way I did after she whipped me. All contact would be by appointment. Whippings and cunt lickings would never happen on the same day.

I sent her a reply asking who goes first. Typically of Pam, it would be ladies first, Friday night at eight.

I didn’t mind at all. I loved going down on women and Pam had the best tasting little opening I had ever enjoyed. If the proper time was taken to warm her up, her inner lips would swell, her clit would engorge and protrude, and the sweetest nectar would flow from her cleft into my mouth. My cock never failed to harden as I lay between her legs and she forced my head against her sex. More than once as I pleasured her, I ejaculated by rubbing my throbbing cock against her expensive sheets. She hated the mess I made, but usually didn’t find it until the next morning. Never one to forget, it would be brought up the next time she whipped me.

Friday at eight I drove up the long drive to her mansion. I parked and rang at the front entrance. Instead of one of her servants, she opened the door herself wearing a sheer white negligee. Taken back by her elegance, I could not remember why we had broken up. Then she spoke, issuing orders and directions; go upstairs now, be nude, don’t drip on the clean sheets, wait while she finished her phone call. Ever the submissive, I did as I was told.

Almost an hour later Pam entered the bedroom remarking it was a very important phone call that had detained her. Reclining on the bed, she announced I could begin. Starting to complain, I stopped. Pam was not going to temper her behavior and I had an obligation to perform.

Slowly I started to make love to this stunning woman. Gently nuzzling her neck and face, my breath warming her skin, she turned to meet each caress, pulling away only when I tried to kiss her lips, saying “not there, not ever there”. Gradually I parted her nightgown to delve beneath it in a search for her most sensitive areas. Deliberately avoiding her creamy breasts, my hands grazed across her soft skin in gentle exploration. As the connection became more deliberate, the caresses moved closer and finally brushing against her nipples causing her to issue a muted sigh. Her body followed by flexing to indicate she was enjoying herself and was ready for more.

I alternated between gentle short licks from my tongue and small teasing bites mixed with a warm breath traversing her lovely body yet holding back from her most sensitive areas. I circled her tender nipples as she thrust them forward and ordered me to suck them. The first one hardened as it was moistened by my mouth. I began to suckle, as would a nursing baby. Ever so gently, her nipple was pressed against the roof on my mouth as I sought to draw it in farther. She squirmed as pleasure flowed through her. Taking my head in her hands she pulled my mouth from her now glistening nipple and pressed it firmly against the other. Her breathing was becoming more intense. Carefully moving down her tummy in a side to side motion, every delightful contour of her beautiful body was explored. Never forgetting to return to her face, her neck, her shoulders and her creamy white breasts to deliver enjoyable kisses and the softest fondling.

Then she said it. “Suck me now, do it now.”

My hands had yet to explore her slit for wetness, still I was being ordered to immediately cover her vulva with my mouth. This girl was in need of relief and didn’t want to wait.

To better please her, I slid down on her large bed to a new position. Almost as a surprised, I noticed how hard I had become. So intent on pleasing her, my own excitement had gone unnoticed. My distraction was interrupted by Pam repeating her command, “suck me, suck me now”. I covered her dripping opening with my mouth. Spreading my tongue, I slowly licked from the bottom of her puffy slit to the top. She squealed in delight and lifted her hips to meet the stroke. “Again”, she cried, “do it again”. My tongue repeated the route just taken, but this time spending more time exploring the folds of her swelling inner labia and spreading her to press harder against the already hard nub at the top of her cleft. It was so unlike her to insist on being sucked so quickly. Normally I would avoid a girl’s center of pleasure until I had spent much more time licking and touching everything else but her clit. Pam wanted it now, and demanded it her way. She was ready and would not stand for any delay or teasing.

“Suck me cunt licker, suck ”, was her command. I knew what she wanted. I drew in a large breath and then exhaled. Using my hands, I spread her shaved vulva to make it as taut as possible. I place my mouth tightly against her gapping cunt, surrounding her lips and exposed clit. I started to inhale very slowly breaking the circle of suction between my mouth and her vulva in the smallest way possible creating a vibration of her entire vulva. Sucking more intently, her larger labial lips began to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. “Yes, yes, that’s it, don’t stop”, she ordered. I sucked as long as I could, drawing in not only a full breath, but also a mouthful of the liquid nectar that sought to lubricate her opening. I stopped only long enough to swallow and exhale. Then continued sucking, giving life to her cunt lips, and vibrating her clit for the second time. She came like an explosion. Bucking her hips up and down, holding my face against her wet slit, she had orgasm after orgasm. When I could suck no longer and paused to let out my breath, she screamed at me, “again, damn you, more, don’t stop now”. Again and again I made her dynamo hum with vibrations leading to more orgasms. I had never seen her like this, she was insatiable. Usually I took great care to avoid sucking too vigorously, bruising her lips, hurting her. This time she took whatever I could deliver and demanded more. She could not get enough. After the ninth or tenth time, I was exhausted and begged her for a rest. She relented, saying “just keep your mouth where it is”. Lying there with my mouth covering her engorged vulva, I rested. Periodically her body shook, as if an aftershock from an earthquake. She was so wet that as I recovered, I lapped up and swallowed the fluid that still flowed from her vaginal opening. I had missed pleasing her this way, now my mouth back between her legs, doing what she enjoyed most.

Abruptly she lifted her leg over my head and rolled on her side saying, “I’m done, you can go”. At first I didn’t move. Then she repeated herself, “go, I don’t want any more”. Slowly I got up from her bed, my dick was still hard. Through glazed eyes she looked at me and said, “go! you can jack that thing off at home”. I turned away. As I dressed I thought about kissing her good-bye before realizing those days were over. Now it was all about her getting off. Once she had her orgasms I had the value of a used battery for her vibrator. She was asleep before I left her room. I was still hard when I got home.

Thursday I e-mailed Pam that I would like to be whipped either Friday or Saturday night. Her reply was disappointing. Saying that I needed to ask earlier. She had already been asked out on dates both nights. I hadn’t really given much thought to her dating before. She was spoiled and demanding, yet beautiful and wealthy. I knew she had gone to lunch a few times with some older guy but I didn’t think it was serious. As I considered the situation, it dawned on me that she was dating, but not getting fucked, the poor thing. I didn’t send a reply right away. She did though.

Friday I found a new e-mail from Pam saying I should be at her door Sunday at one in the afternoon prepared to do her again. My first thought was this was unusual. Pam had always demanded to be orally satisfied, but generally only once or twice a month. This was too soon, and it wasn’t fair. Two times for her and nothing so far for me. What happened to a whipping for a licking? It was more of the typical selfishness I expected from Pam. I chose not to reply right away. Saturday morning there was a new e-mail from Pam. Well, was I was going to be there on Sunday as she requested? I noticed that it had been sent at 2:30 AM. What was she doing up at that time of night. Maybe she was just getting home or was her sleep interrupted by a sudden need to be sexually serviced? I couldn’t ask her, it wasn’t part of the deal.

I sent an e-mail saying that I would be there as directed, but we needed to schedule something for me too.

Sunday was somewhat strange. Unlike the previous time when her conversation was limited, this time she never stopped talking. It was as if she was an announcer calling the play-by-play for a sports event. Loudly directed my every move, and as soon as she came, she ordered me out. I didn’t get it at all. It was so out of character for her. When I tried to ask when she could whip me, she dismissed me with a wave of her hand, saying she’d call, but that now I needed to leave. I left, unhappy about the whole situation.

On Monday Pam sent an e-mail saying that next Saturday night she would whip me, promising an evening I would never forget. Well that was better. I had to wait a week but she sounded like it would be special.

On Saturday I was at her door as ordered at seven. The sun had just set and I was going to be whipped. Immediately after opening the door, Pam sent me to her playroom to take off my cloths and set things up. I noticed she had been drinking and hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep before she did me. I shouldn’t have worried. After a short time, she came to lock me to the chains hanging from the ceiling. She didn’t say much, just took a lot of care to insure that I was securely locked and could not escape. I was surprised that there were two new eyebolts protruding from the floor. She used them to lock my legs in a spread position. I had never been spread out like this before. I could no longer turn to avoid the whip, and if she hit me too low my balls would be in danger. When I began to complain, she pushed a gag in my mouth, something she had never done before. Then I was left alone to think about what she was going to do to me.

I enjoy being whipped by women and giving up control. Bondage insures complete submission. Naked and vulnerable, unable to escape as she does whatever she wants to me. Pam always enjoyed whipping me, I could tell it excited her sexually. After most whipping I had to wait to be released while she fingered herself to orgasm in front of me.

The marks and scars on my butt are also a real turn-on. After a whipping leaves welts and cuts, the only type of sex I want for weeks afterward, is to jerk myself off until I heal. I don’t like getting cut anywhere except on my butt, which can take a lot of abuse. Intense, white-hot pain is an important part of the cathartic experience of being whipped. The real attraction is chemical addiction. The huge flow of natural endorphins made by my body to offset the most intense pain creates pleasure that is greater than the pain. I hadn’t been whipped since we broke up and I wanted this in the worst way. I was like a junkie looking for a fix.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Pam coming into the room. I looked up to see the most exquisite dominatrix imaginable. Her hair was up, a black choker around her neck, her breasts fully exposed, a tight black panty with a thong back that displayed her glorious ass, long black gloves, and long boots that reached above her knees. I was in love and didn’t care who knew it. I stood there, unable to talk, naked and stretched out for her pleasure. Looking at her, my thoughts were that she was the most beautiful woman alive.

She was about to begin when her doorbell rang. She ignored it, then it rang again and again. I heard Pam utter, “damn” before she left to answer the door. I couldn’t make out what was going on, I could only hear garbled talking and footsteps coming towards me. Then the door opened Pam and another man entered. They were arguing. He started to examine me without interrupting his argument with Pam. He took my hanging cock in his hand as if to measure it. He slapped my face saying, “you like being hit I’ve heard”. Pam told him he was interrupting and continued to argue with him. They stood in front of me and debated what they were going to do. Pam referred to the man as Paul. He wanted to whip me. Pam said he wasn’t even supposed to be there and that I expected her to do it. She insisted that she was going to do it.

Pam said he could watch and maybe he would learn something. He got sarcastic and asked if he should set up his camera again so he could film the whipping like he did when she got licked the last time. Pam shouted, “shut up you fool”. Going on to say, that he couldn’t do anything right with his mouth. Pam was used to getting her way and this guy just didn’t get it. Finally she again told him to shut up and stay out of the way or he could leave.

Turning back to me, she took up her red flogger. Pam began to beat my butt and back. Her strokes were not meant to be painful, just to redden the skin and get it used to being hit. The strokes from the flogger were actually quite pleasant. It gave the feeling of a very warm shower. When she stopped she ran her hands over my body, ending at my balls and cock, feeling to see if I was getting excited. Next she took up a leather slapper that sounded more intense than it actually was. It could mark, but she used it to heighten the mood for the more painful whips that would come. She alternated hitting my butt cheeks until the last few strokes when she hit with full force for the first time. I strained at the restraints and remained stoic as she finished.

Again she ran her hands over my body, massaging the new welts she just created on my ass. Stepping in front of me, she grasped my growing cock and pulled it as though she was going to jerk me off. Then abruptly dropped it. She turned to Paul and said, “ his endorphins are just beginning to flow, soon he’ll be able to take more intense whipping”.

Paul started to object saying something about just whip him and get it over with. Pam objected and launched into one of her long speeches. This one about how to properly deliver a whipping, one that is extremely painful, yet is also pleasurable to both the boy being whipped and the dominatrix doing the whipping. She said it was no different than cunnilingus done well. If the man doing the licking and sucking was enjoying himself, the woman receiving it would enjoy it more and reach the highest levels of pleasure. Adding that if he wanted her to keep him around, he’d better learn how to suck her properly.

Next Pam chose a cat with small metal spikes in the braids. Showing it to Paul, she explained that it was designed to leave long thin welts and to draw blood where the metal spikes dug into the skin. It was one of her favorite whips because she could see the results instantly. The flogger brought the blood to the surface, this cat would set it flowing on surface of the skin.

Beginning with slow deliberate strokes, she increased their intensity as she progressed to the twelfth stroke before she paused. Blood had splattered in every direction. I lurched with each painful stroke. Paul watched in amazement. He said he could not understand why someone would volunteer to be whipped like this. Pam said that yes, I was in intense pain as she delivered the strokes but soon I would start to feel pleasure.

Walking in front of me she reached down to firmly grasped my fully erect cock. “See, he likes it”, she said, “now if you watch his cock you’ll see it stays hard while I continue to whip him”. With that she began another series of strokes, delivered with as much force as she could muster. The metal spikes cut deeply, the bleeding was intense, and Pam seemed to lose herself in the job she was doing. Finally needing to catch her breath, she paused to rest.

Before continuing, Pam walked in front of me to judge how I was taking the whipping. My cock had not lost its stiffness and she was pleased. As she passed I could not help but notice her scent, and looking down at her panty I could clearly discern a large wet patch between her legs. Pam then took up a rubber strap, professionally made it was for intense use. The heavy, long neoprene strap would leave blue bruises and long red welts. Hitting with full force, the sharp edges would cut into the skin and leave fine scars. This would hurt and she knew it. Beginning slowly, she delivered the first two or three strokes to test her aim. Her goal was to cut where a thick layer of flesh covered the bones. I winced from her first strokes. Not because they hurt that much, but because I knew what was coming next. Her fifth stroke of the rubber strap cut into both cheeks. My body jerked uncontrollably. She ignored it and concentrated on cutting the cheeks with each of the remaining strokes. For me it was like being burned in a white-hot fire. Unable to escape, my body strained with its full power, the mind was cleared of every thought. Consciousness knew only one thing, white-hot pain. When she reached the full dozen strokes she stopped. She looked up to see a body go from complete muscle strain to hanging limp. Exhausted, the extreme pain had seared my mind, now the endorphins rushed in to bring extreme pleasure.

Looking down at her work, she saw that she had cut with almost every stroke. Some were deeper and longer than others, but they all bled. The flow down my legs was strong, soon it would touch the floor. Again she moved to touch, this time avoiding the bloody wounds. Her hands roamed over my chest and down to my manhood. This time she lingered as she held my sex, saying what a good boy I was to take the pain and turn it into such pleasure for her. She let her other hand slide under her cloths and into her panties. Removing it, she placed the now dripping hand under my nose and rubbed it off on my face saying, “ see, you bring be pleasure when I whip you and you take it well". At this Paul stepped forward and asked her just what she thought she was doing?

She turned to him, her eyes glazed as if in a trance. She was so turned on from the whipping she had forgotten that he was there. He repeated himself, “what the fuck is going on. You act like your still in love with him.”

After some time, Pam said, “There is great pleasure in whipping him, I can’t help it. It turns me on, it’s like nothing else I can imagine.”

I hung there, their voices seemed to be coming from some far away place. I was high on the chemicals my body was producing. I could barely feel the injuries on my bottom. I was aware they were arguing, but I could not follow it.

I did hear Paul shout at Pam to go upstairs saying that he would release me. Pam left and I thought the whipping was over. Paul was angry and had other plans.

He stood in front of me, in low tones he said how I was “messing everything up”. He said he “wasn’t going to let some cocksucker and a twisted broad wreck his plans”. I would have to go. Still bound and gagged I could do nothing, fear overtook me. He took up a single-tail whip and began to hit me. Using it to cut into my back, my arms, my legs.

The spell created by the endorphins was broken and the pain was intense. I tried to scream. I strained to escape. The loud snap of the whip sounded like gun shots going off. After a dozen strokes he stopped, saying it would take too long for me to bleed to death from the whip cuts. He moved to grab my no longer erect cock. Instead he reached lower and took my full balls in his hand. Thinking out loud he said, “if I cut these off I’m sure we can get the blood flow increased”.

He rummaged around for a few minutes and came back with a small hand shears. Announcing that I was going to die from an S and M session gone wrong. I froze, terrified as to what was coming next. Grabbing my ball sack again, he moved to cut it off. The shears were too small to sever both balls at once, so he pulled one to the side and proceeded to cut away a large part of my ball sack.

The pain was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I jerked and strained as he did his dirty work. So distracted, I did not hear Pam returning, until she screamed at him to stop. It was too late. He dropped both the bloody shears and one of my severed balls as she rushed at him. He slapped her, knocking her to the floor. She was furious. Before she could get up, he ran. Not even looking back he as he fled.

Pam released me as quickly as she was able. Blood was draining from the cut away section of scrotum and the blood vessels that had once connected to the missing testicle. She rushed me to the hospital. Clad in a blanket, with a towel pressed against my groin, the emergency room people didn’t stop to ask what had happened until they had stabilized the blood flow and cared for the half empty scrotum.

Questions came from the hospital staff and then the police. Embarrassment was the least of their concerns. An arrest warrant for attempted murder was issued for Paul. Further investigation revealed that his real name was not Paul and that he was wanted for several other criminal charges. A dangerous con artist, he was trying to relieve Pam of her wealth and the games Pam and I played got in his way.

Because of the notoriety, both Pam and I eventually moved to other cities.

We still get together and exchange lickings for whippings from time to time.