Gilly, Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Even though the next morning was Saturday, and Brad usually slept late then, he was awake and looking at me when I first opened my eyes. He had the sweetest, most loving look on his face then, one that I hadn't seen for many, many years.

He said, "Good morning, sweetheart. I've been lying here just watching you sleep for quite awhile now. You're the most beautiful person in the whole world, and I love looking at you. I love you very, very much."

I was by then awake enough to reply to him, and said, "Good morning yourself, lover. Did you have a good night's sleep?"

He said, "I was asleep all right, but I don't think I got much rest. I spent the whole time dreaming about what you're going to do to me. Every dream I had was centered on the guillotine, and you were standing there holding the rope, ready to pull it and neuter me. That story you told last night was simply the most arousing thing I've ever heard."

He continued, "You know, I've been watching you for quite awhile now, and the one question I just have to ask is, 'Have you really had sex with another woman?' You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I could tell that my answer was important to him, and it was important to me that he believe I was being entirely truthful. I said simply, "Yes."

It took him awhile to absorb the implications of my admission, and then I could see that his interest increased. It's a well-known fact that many men are turned on by the thought of two women having sex, and he seemed to be one of them.

His next question was, "When did you do it?" I answered, "Wednesday was the most recent time." That seemed to really give him food for thought, and after a few seconds he asked, "You mean just three days ago?" When I nodded my head, he asked, "Where did you meet her?"

My next answer simply stunned him. I said, "We met at the club as usual for lunch, then came here to make love. We call it 'lunch and munch'. The lunch is done at the club, and the munch here in this bed one time, and then in her bed the next."

I didn't know if he would ever recover from the shock of what I'd just said, and it seemed as if several minutes passed before he asked, "Then the part of your dream about the 'club' is all true? There really is a club like that, and you're a member?"

I knew that we had reached a really important milestone in our journey between our bed and the back room of the club, so I carefully considered my answer before saying, "Most of it is true. Some of the parts are just dream embellishments. You know there's usually a kernel of truth in all dreams, and the subconscious mind adds some stuff to pad it."

He asked, "But there really is a club where you go to have sex with other women, and all the members are women, and you all have sex with one another?"

His interest in the subject was very apparent by then, and I said, "Yes to nearly everything you've asked, but it's really not the 'orgy' type of thing you seem to think it is. Most of us are paired off, although we occasionally have casual sex with someone else. Since I first met my present lover, Janis, I've had private sex with only one other member. At the parties, everyone has sex with everyone else, but it's nothing but pure lust then."

His next question got to the heart of the matter, and was the one he truly wanted to ask. "Then there really is a back room at the club, and all the other women have brought their husbands there to have their cocks and balls cut off?" He was almost panting with lust as he finished asking that, and his eyes were staring at me so intently that they seemed to be drilling into my brain, trying to find the answer there for himself.

Again, I tried to answer as truthfully as possible, knowing how extremely important it was to him, and also to my plans for him. "Yes. There really is a back room there, but not all of the members have brought in their husbands to be neutered. Basically, the members are divided between two lifestyles: dominant or submissive."

"You've probably guessed that I'm a part of the first group. The odd thing is that Janis is also in that group with me. It's pretty unusual for two people to be lovers when they share the same orientation. I don't know what the attraction between us is, but I do know that we love one another, and when she kisses me or licks my pussy, it simply drives me wild. I'm sure she feels the same way about me."

"It's the members of the dominant group who have brought their husbands to the back room. So far about a half-dozen men have been 'fixed' in there. Most have been castrated and allowed to keep their penises, but I do know of at least two who have had everything cut off, like I'll do to you."

He was virtually overcome with lust by then, and I half expected him to jump on top and try to rape me. Since it was a warm morning, we had thrown back the covers and top sheet, and I could see his engorged cock jumping around, stringing pre-cum in its path.

He had to clear his throat several times before he could ask, "Is there really a guillotine in the back room? Is it really used like you said? Does it have a hole for my cock and balls, and a blade that'll cut them off me?"

I was pleased to note that he was now placing himself in the back room, rather than some unknown "other man". That confirmed more than anything ever before that he would before very long be standing at the door waiting for me, his crotch freshly shaved, and begging me to take him to the club. His talking about how much he was fascinated by the club and everything that would happen to him in the back room made me want more than anything else to get him down there as soon as possible and get his things through the hole, and then to pull Gilly's release rope and let her taste her "snack".

I answered quietly, "Yes. The guillotine is back there. We all call her Gilly. Yes, she does have a hole for your cock and balls. Yes, when I pull the release rope, her blade will fall and you'll see your cock and balls fall off and hit the floor."

"Just the thought of doing that to you gets me almost hotter than I can bear. I don't know how much longer I can wait to get you back there. Sometimes I think about looking for another man who isn't as reluctant as you, just so I can actually experience what will surely be the most thrilling thing I've ever done, and probably have the best and longest orgasm I've ever had."

He hugged me so strongly that I found it nearly impossible to breathe, then began frantically kissing me. When he finally paused, he said, "Please don't look for another man. I want you to do it to me. You can do it now if you're ready. I don't want my worthless cock and balls attached to me for another minute. Take me down there now, and I'll stick my things in Gilly's hole faster than you've ever seen before. I'm ready! Please do it!"

I knew that he was sincere, and that the time had come to make the arrangements for his first and last visit to the club. I told him that we would have to follow the rules of the club, just as I'd told him last night. Then and only then would he be allowed to experience the pleasures the other members could give him, and the ultimate thrill he would experience as he fed his cock and balls to Gilly.

I had been prepared for this moment, knowing that day-by-day he was coming ever closer to making the fateful decision. I reached into the drawer of the nightstand setting by our bed and pulled out a single sheet of paper. I silently handed it to him, and gave him time to read the heading at the top of the page, and then each line below. I had read the thing many times, and knew it almost by heart. I've re-printed the rules below.

Rules and Procedures to be Followed Prior to and During Nullification of a Man

1. The man who is to be nullified must be either the husband of a club member, or her male lover in a serious relationship. The man must freely admit that he is the property of his wife or lover, and that his genitals belong to her.

2. The man must demonstrate a serious interest in nullification for a minimum of two months prior to his being brought to the club by his wife or lover.

3. The man must repeatedly ask, even to the point of begging, his wife or lover to nullify him.

4. The man must demonstrate his committment to being nullified by first shaving his pubic hair and presenting himself in the nude to his wife or lover, and at that time asking her to take him to the club to be nullified.

5. Immediately following the completion of Step 4, the member will arrange for her husband's or lover's nullification by contacting the current President of the club.

6. A period of a minimum of four weeks must follow the completion of Step 4. During the final seven days of the waiting period, the man is to be forbidden any orgasms.

7. The man must willingly accompany his wife or lover to the club, and then into the room where he will be nullified.

8. The man must follow immediately and without question the orders given to him by his wife or lover, as well as any other club member.

9. After the man is prepared for nullification, but before the procedure is started, he must state clearly and unequivocally, in a voice that can be heard by all members present, that he wants to be nullified.

10. Failure of the man to conform exactly to, and to the letter, any of these requirements, in whole or in part, shall be deemed ample and good reason to bar him from entry to the club.

I had been keeping a journal of Brad's journey toward nullification, and all the steps leading up to number four had been accomplished. It was now up to him more than me to see that he would be admitted to the club, then allowed to feed Gilly. I knew that the next step was for him to shave his crotch, and then to present himself to me, in the nude, and beg me to cut off his cock and balls. Given his present eagerness, I was sure that he would be using the razor very soon now.

After Brad finished reading the list of rules, and then reading them a second time to make sure he understood everything, he said, "It looks like the club is pretty serious about this. Apparently they don't want anyone to go through with it, then cause trouble by going to the police afterwards. Even though there would be very little the authorities could do, since the whole thing would be consensual, it could ruin a lot of reputations."

He continued, "It looks like we're ready for Step 4 now. Is that what you think?"

I told him that was correct, and that from now on most of the things that had to be done were his responsibility. He assured me that he understood completely, and would be shaved smooth as a baby in a very short time.

I then gave him a lecture that I'd been preparing for several days. "You must be very, very sure about this. It's not something that you can have cut off, then watch it grow back like a fingernail or hair. Nullification is final. There's no going back once that blade starts to fall. Do you really and truly understand that?"

He held me close again, then said, "I understand. I know that you believe I'm thinking with my penis and not my brain, but that isn't the case. I've wanted to be castrated ever since I saw Jean doing it to the sheep many years ago. I realize that now, even if it took me all this time."

"I've wanted my penis removed for at least five years. Surely you didn't think my extreme arousal by the thought of having it cut off was the result of the movie. By the time we watched it, I had been jacking off for a long time while looking at pictures of men who had everything removed, and while reading stories about it."

I then confessed that I had found his secret box in the garage while looking for a screwdriver one day. I told him that he wasn't the only one who was aroused by the pictures and stories in there, nor the only one who had needed to masturbate after seeing and reading them. I also told him that I had shown the contents of the box to Janis, and that we had decided then that his cock and balls belonged to me, and their true home was in a jar and not hanging from his crotch.

I told him that I had noticed that several of the pictures and stories showed and described men being tortured before they were castrated or had their penises removed. I asked him if he were interested in that sort of thing, or if it just came with the things he'd downloaded and printed.

He said, "No, it wasn't that. I've been interested in being sexually tortured for a long time, too. I've even done some things to myself, but it just seemed kind of pointless, so I stopped. I wanted more than anything to ask you to hurt me, but I just couldn't get the words out for fear you'd leave."

I hugged and kissed him, thanking him for his honesty. I told him that I hadn't realized that sexually torturing a man would be arousing to me, but that after I'd seen the pictures of the man with needles and nails in his balls, and even with pins pushed completely through his cock head, I was immediately hot. I said that I had wanted to do such things to him, but was afraid of scaring him off.

We each realized the wonderful opportunities for sexual arousal that had been missed by our reluctance to speak truthfully and frankly to one another. We vowed that such a thing would never again happen between us, and that if in the future, either of us wanted to talk about some sort of "kinky" behavior, then we would.

I knew that, given his state of arousal, he was ready right then to go to the bathroom and shave his pubic hair. I also knew that he wasn't yet at the stage of 100% committment to being nullified, and needed further training to reach that goal. I sat up in bed and looked away from him, pausing for long enough that he would know that I was about to say something important.

"I know that you think you're ready to run in the bathroom right now and shave your crotch. It's my opinion, based on what the other women in the club have told me, that you need to progress a little further before you're completely ready for what I'm going to do to you in the back room."

"As of now, I'm adding one more 'rule' to the list. We can call it 'Wendy's Rule Pertaining to Cock and Ball Removal', and it'll be number eleven on the list. However, as far as I'm concerned, it's the most important of all, since if you can't do it, you'll never feed Gilly."

He laid his hand on my shoulder, then said softly, "I love you more than anything in the whole world. Whatever you want, whatever rules you set, then that's what I'll do. Just tell me Rule 11, and I'll follow it."

I said, "Okay. Here it is. 'When a man decides that he wants his wife to cut off his cock and balls, he must first present himself to her in the nude and beg to be nullified. When he does so, his cock must be soft.' Think you can do that?"

He thought for almost a minute before replying, finally saying, "I understand why you made that rule. You think that a man can't use his brain when he has a hard-on, and that everything I've said about wanting you to cut me is due to being led around by my cock and balls. I truly want you to take me to the club and nullify me, and I'll prove it to you by following Rule 11."

He continued, "It's going to be pretty hard, though." When he realized what he'd said, he started again. "It's going to be pretty difficult, I mean. Every time I think of you, every time I look at you, every time I think of you neutering me, I get a hard-on. When I was in Denver on a sales call two days ago, the buyer I was visiting was a woman about your age. She didn't look anything like you, so that wasn't what turned me on."

"All the time I was making my pitch, she was sitting at her desk fiddling with a letter opener that was shaped like a thin knife. I know that I was staring at her hand holding that thing, and wishing that it was you there ordering me to strip and lie down on the desktop so you could castrate me. My cock was a hard as a rock in nothing flat, and it was all I could do to keep talking. I'm sure that when I stood up to leave she could see the bulge in my pants."

His story was pleasing to me, and I thanked him for relating it to me. I told him again that Rule 11 was firm and unbending, and that if he couldn't conform to it, then he'd just have to find somebody else to do the work on him. That brought more assurances that he'd be standing in front of me with a softie before much more time had passed.

I had been thinking of exciting things we could do that would keep him almost continually aroused while we waited to keep his appointment with Gilly. One of the things I wanted to try was closely related to Rule 11, and I knew that the opportunity to try it would come soon, so I had better be ready.

I told Brad that I was going shopping while he was doing the yard work, and that while I was gone he was to keep his hands away from his cock. I told him that if I found out he had been jacking off again, I'd be really upset with him. He promised that his masturbating days were over, and I thought to myself that soon they'd be over forever.

When I returned from my shopping trip, he was more than half done with the lawn mowing, so I was sure that he hadn't stopped to visit the garage and jack off. I parked my car in the garage, thinking momentarily of the disgusting thing I'd had to do to get him to buy it for me, and knowing that was something that would also soon be a thing of the past. I was now firmly in charge of our relationship, and it was obvious to me that was the way things were intended to be. My only regret was that I hadn't asserted my control many years ago.

I went into the house and took care of the things I'd bought, then did some housework. It occurred to me that I should make Brad take over those duties. After all, before much longer he wouldn't be wasting his time jacking off or bothering me for sex, and the extra time could go to more productive activities. I smiled to myself as I thought of him vaccuming the floors in the bedroom while Janis and I were on the bed making love. Somehow it seemed a very fitting role for a man.

When Brad came in after completing the yard work, he went directly to the bathroom to shower. I was sitting in the living room reading a book when he walked in naked and stood before me with his head bowed. His cock certainly couldn't be described as "soft", but at least it was a little less than semi-erect.

He began to speak, saying, "Wendy, I love you with all my heart. I am your total slave and your possession. You own me completely, especially my cock and balls. Please do whatever you want with them. If you want to cut them off me, please do it."

By the time he'd said the word 'slave', his dick had started to stiffen, and before he'd begged me to cut him, it was completely hard. As he completed his entreaty, I pointed to the thing standing out from his body and already beginning to throb with his arousal. I told him of my disappointment, saying, "Do you see now just who is in control? Your pathetic little weenie can't even stay soft while you say a few sentences. It's totally disgusting how it controls everything you do, and even everything you think. Surely you understand now why it needs to come off? I should have cut you a long time ago. At least by now you'd be able to think with your brain rather than your cock."

He was still looking down at the floor, and quietly said, "I'm sorry. I tried to think of something else, but just as soon as I started talking, I could feel the damned thing getting hard. Please don't give up on me. Let me try again."

I said, "You have my permission to try as often as you like, but I doubt that it'll make any difference until your dick learns to take orders from your brain. I've decided to punish the damned thing every time it misbehaves, and now is a good time to start, don't you think?"

He agreed with me, and I could see that his excitement increased when he thought of me punishing his cock. When I reached into a pocket of the shirt I was wearing and pulled something out, he stared fixedly at what was in my hand, trying to figure out what it was, and how it would be involved in his punishment.

What I was holding in my hand was a small plastic bottle, about the size of a 35mm film cannister. When I removed the lid, the smell of rubbing alcohol was strong, and I knew Brad could smell it too. I reached into the bottle and pulled out a sewing needle and held it up for him to see.

I had gone to a local fabric store that morning to buy a packet of needles to use on him. The ones that I finally decided would serve the purpose were very small in diameter, and about 2" long. The points were so sharp that they were almost invisible.

After I had allowed him to see what I was holding, I brought the needle down to the level of his erection. As soon as he saw what I had, and guessed what I intended to do with it, his penis seemed to stiffen even more, and soon was bobbing up and down.

I told him to hold his cock still, because it was time for its first lesson in proper behavior. He quickly placed his hand on the shaft, then stepped even closer to me as if eager for the needle. I was sure that he was indeed eager, and knew that he was probably even now thinking of the pictures and stories in his box in the garage.

As he held his cock for me, I placed the point of the needle against the head of his thing, on the top and a little ways off center. I said, as if talking directly to his penis, "I want this to be a lesson to you. My husband tried to say something important to me, and you couldn't behave yourself for even a few seconds. I'm going to punish you now, and when you think of misbehaving the next time, just remember this. If you can't control yourself, I'll do it again."

I then pushed the needle forward and it entered the head of his cock, just barely below the skin. I kept pushing it until it emerged from his dickhead about 1/2" past the entry point. When it was centered, I took my hand away.

He looked at the needle embedded in the head of his penis, and I could see that already his eyes were starting to glaze. I was sure that he was feeling pain from the needle, and stinging and burning from the alcohol, but it wasn't evident from his reaction. As I looked again at his dick, I saw the first drop of pre-cum beginning to emerge, and knew that he was becoming more aroused with each second.

He started to masturbate, and I slapped his hand away and spoke to his sharply. "You are not allowed to play with yourself! Your pitiful little cock belongs to me, and I didn't give you permission to play with it! Do you understand?!"

His eyes focused on me, and he apologized. We both looked at the head of his bobbing dick, and at the needle lodged in it. He placed his hands behind his back, then said pitifully, "I can't control it. Please help me make it behave. I'll do anything you say."

I told him that there was very little that I could do with the thing, since it obviously had a mind of its own. When I asked him what he usually did to make it soft, he very softly said, "Jack off." I told him that was no longer an option, unless he didn't really mean it when he said that I owned his cock and balls. I then told him that he could go out to the garage and look at his dirty pictures and jack off if he wanted to, but that he didn't need to ever again come to my bed if he did that.

He assured me that he'd never again look at those pictures or play with himself without my permission. I was sure that he was sincere, but thought that he needed more reinforcement. Once again, I asked, "Who owns your cock and balls?" He looked directly at me then, and said with feeling, "They're yours. You own them. I don't want them anymore."

I said, "Okay, if that's the way you want it. If they're mine, then I can do anything I want with them, right?" He nodded his head and said in a husky voice, "Yes". I knew that just the thought of me doing something else to his cock and balls was exciting him even more.

I opened the small bottle again and pulled out another needle. His arousal increased as he saw me holding the needle, and he once again placed his hand on his dick to hold it still. I slapped his hand away angrily, saying, "Did I ask you to touch my cock? Did I? Can't you leave the damned thing alone for even a few seconds?"

He jerked his hand away and quickly apologized again. When he stood quietly waiting for my orders, with his eyes lowered, I felt a thrill in my crotch at the degree of control I now had over my husband. I was sure that if I told him to go get a steak knife and castrate himself, he'd probably do it. That had interesting possibilities, but I knew deep in my heart that the ultimate thrill would come as I saw Gilly eating his things, and I would save his nullification until that time.

Sure of his obedience, I then said, "You may now hold your pathetic little excuse for a penis while I give it further punishment. If I see you trying to jack off while your hand is on it, you'll be in more trouble that you can even dream of."

He held his dick still, and once again I moved a needle close to the head, pausing as if trying to decide just where to put this one. I finally placed the point against the side of the thing, then asked, as if to myself, "I wonder if the poor little thing would be able to feel it if I just pushed it all the way through from one side to the other? I doubt that penises have much feeling in them. They're so ugly that they probably can't feel much. It's certainly repulsive looking. When I think of how beautiful Janis' pussy is, and how horrible-looking a penis is, I can't help but wonder if it's all a big joke."

He was almost groaning in arousal by that time, and I knew that he wanted me to insert the needle right then. I decided to tease him a little more, and moved the point to several loactions, rejecting each one because it was "too ugly" or "too tiny". Finally I placed it against the side of the head again, but this time with the point aimed upward. I pushed it into his flesh, again just barely below the level of the skin, and continued until it reappeared after about 1/2", just as the first needle had.

He whimpered softly as the point disappeared, and then again as it reappeared. By the time I had centered the needle, he was again quiet. With no hesitation, I took another needle out of the bottle and inserted it through the other side of his cock head, in a mirror image of the last one. I leaned back to admire my handiwork, then smiled broadly.

"Honey, go get the camera. I want to get a photo of you now so you can look at it after you've been nulliified, and see just how tiny your cock was." He seemed very unsure what to do, apparently not believing that I would photograph him naked, with three needles pushed through the head of his cock.

As he hesitated, I looked directly at him, but didn't say anything more. Again, I was determined to assert my authority, and was determined that he would obey me without needing my request to be stated a second time.

After a few seconds, he removed his hand from his cock and turned to walk down the hallway. I heard the door to the hall closet open and then close, and a short while later he reappeared holding our camera. He walked up to me and held out the camera. His cock was bobbing again, and as always there was pre-cum glistening in the slit.

I stood up from the couch and told him to follow me. I had been planning this part during the morning, so was sure of where I wanted to take him. The rear door of our house was on the south side, and it entered a room that had lots of large windows. In years past, it would have been called a "sun room", and people would have sat in there on cold winter days in order to enjoy the sun's heat.

Since it was now late summer, we usually kept the curtains drawn over the windows to keep out the heat. I led him to the sun room, then told him to open the curtains. He quickly opened the first curtain, then realized that he'd have to walk past the large window in broad daylight in order to get to the other one. As he stood to the side of the window, trying to hide from any neighbor's view, I pointed to the other curtain, but didn't say anything. When he still hesitated, I said, "We can either do this in here, or I'll take you out in the yard. It's your choice."

Finally, he gathered his resolve and walked as quickly as he could past the window, then pulled the other curtain. I then told him to stand against the wall opposite the windows, where he would be in the direct light. He had by that time resigned himself to following my orders, and went to the place I indicated.

He stood against the wall, then placed his hands behind his back at my direction. I looked through the viewfinder of the camera, then said, "Good Lord! The damned thing is too tiny to even see at all. Push it out toward me, and maybe it'll look bigger."

He thrust out his crotch at my command, then stood quietly waiting. I checked the viewfinder again, moving back and forth to make sure that his entire body would be shown in the photo, then snapped the picture. When he started to move away from the wall, I told him to keep still, since I wanted to use up all the film that day so he could take it to be developed tomorrow.

As he thought of having nude photos of himself, especially ones showing needles in his penis, developed and then seen by someone else, his face turned bright red. I told him that the last time I had taken film to the store, there was a little girl working there, and I was sure she'd get a kick out of seeing how small his dickie is, and would probably make fun of it when he went back to pick up the photos. It looked like he actually got even more excited when I told him that, and I accused him of being a "real pervert" to want to show poor, innocent little girls his pathetic penis.

I ordered him to resume his pose against the wall, then moved in closer. This time, I wanted the photo to show his body from just below his balls to the top of his head. That way, there couldn't be any doubt about his identity. I also hoped that the needles would be visible in that one, but thought that maybe they wouldn't be. In any case, the other women at the club would know that he was posing naked and with a hard-on. That would be good evidence that he was in my power, and would follow my orders.

For the third photo, I lay on the floor at his feet, then told him to bend over so that his face would be closer to the camera. I focused the camera tightly on his cock, and could see the needles clearly. As he bent over, his face came in to clear view, and I knew that this photo would be all the evidence I needed that he was mine.

I took more photos until the film was full, each one closer and closer to his needle-pierced dick. When there was no more room on the roll, I told him that it was time for lunch, and that he was to go to the kitchen and prepare sandwiches. He hesitated, looked at the needles in his penis, then back at me.

"Those needles won't get in your way. Just get in there and get lunch ready. Maybe if they're left in there a few days, your dick will begin to understand that it needs to learn proper behavior." He turned and walked into the kitchen, and began to prepare the sandwiches.

I sat at the kitchen table watching him busy with the preparations. As I thought that any visitor to our house would think it was just another normal domestic scene, except for the fact that my husband had an enormous erection, and there were three needles pushed through its head, I began to laugh.

Brad stopped what he was doing and looked at me questioningly. I told him that I had had a humorous thought just then, and he asked me to please tell him what it was. I said, "I was just trying to imagine the reaction of the neighbor lady if she came to borrow a cup of sugar, and I told her to go on in to the kitchen and you'd get it for her." I started to laugh again, and then he joined in. His laughter made his erection bob all the more, and the sight of its pin-filled head made me laugh all the more.

When he brought the plates to the table and set them down, I could see that the places on his dick head where the needles were had turned bright red. I remembered back to a couple of years ago when I had a rose thorn in the palm of my hand. It took almost two hours to finally remove the thing, and by that time the flesh was swollen and throbbing like Hell.

I wondered if his penis were feeling a similar pain. He certainly wasn't complaining about it, so maybe men's cocks weren't as sensitive as women's hands. I'd have to ask Milly about that the next time I saw her at the club.

After we finished lunch and Brad had cleared the table, with his cock still erect and bobbing around as he walked, I decided that maybe it was time for him to have one more lesson, then get his reward to reinforce it.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He seemed to become even more excited as we entered that room, sure that now he'd get to have the orgasm he'd been wanting all day. I told him to slowly undress me, and to kiss and lick everything that had been covered before, starting with my shoes.

He'd never before been interested in kissing my feet, and I could see a questioning look cross his face. I didn't say anything, merely sat on the edge of the bed and crossed one leg over my knee and held my foot out toward him. He sank to his knees before me and unlaced my tennies, then took them off my feet. He peeled down one of the socks, and bent to kiss my foot.

This was just about the only time ever that he'd kissed any part of my body that hadn't been recently bathed. I had showered yesterday afternoon, nearly 24 hours before, then had hot sex last night, with lots of sweating. I'd worn the shoes all day, and was sure that by now he was being "blessed" with lots of heady aroma from my foot.

He held my foot in the palm of his hand, then lowered his head closer and closer to it. I heard him breathe deeply, and then saw him kiss the foot. I said, "Now lick it. Just see how good it tastes. I want you to give it a tongue bath. Do it now."

He took a tentative lick on the top of my foot, then begin to move his tongue farther around that area. No one had ever done that to me before, and I was amazed at how good it felt. I knew then that his tongue would be busy for years to come as I made him use it to massage me.

After he had licked the top part of my foot, starting at the ankle and stopping at the toes, I told him to take them into his mouth one at a time and suck them. He was by now fascinated with his new duty, and didn't hesitate at all. Once again, I was simply amazed at how good it felt to have my toes sucked and licked. I had never considered my feet to be an erogenous zone, but now realized that I'd been missing out on something pretty good.

When Brad had sucked and licked the first foot, I placed it on the floor and lifted the other for his attentions. He took the shoe and sock off as quickly as he could, then begin kissing and sucking with no instruction from me. I was almost sorry when he finished with that one too, but knew there were lots more places that needed his oral attentions.

I placed both feet on the floor to signal that it was time for him to remove another article of clothing. He reached for the waistband of my pants, and to let him know that I was displeased, I lifted my foot up against his balls, using very little force. When he looked up at me, I shook my head and said softly, "Not yet."

He decided that the only other thing he could remove then was my blouse, so he moved up and began to unbutton it. As soon as it was off me, I lay back on the bed and turned over on my stomach. He wasted no time in lowering his face to my back and kissing it all over, then licking it. The kissing was okay, but when he began licking my back, especially over my ribs, it tickled. I turned over and presented my front side to him, and he immediately began to kiss and lick my breasts.

I was already aroused by what had happened that day, and by his attentions for the past several minutes. When I felt his mouth suckling my nipples, that special thrill began burning in my crotch. I realized that he was highly trainable, and would be able to give me sexual satisfaction even after he'd been neutered. I had thought several times before that my only orgasms after I'd cut him would come from my lovers from the club, but I now realized that he would be able to play a part also. I found that satisfying in an odd way, and smiled inwardly.

When Brad showed no interest in paying attention to anything other than my breasts, I placed my hands on his head and pushed him downward. He apparently remembered his instructions then, and began kissing my stomach down to the top of my pants. He then licked his way back up to my tits, and seemed ready to suckle them again. I pushed his mouth back down to my navel and said, "Lick it. Clean all the lint out of there for me."

There was simply no hesitation in his actions. He quickly began licking my belly button, running his tongue deep as he could. I knew that there certainly couldn't have been much "lint" in it, but just the thought of him doing it at my command was arousing.

When he decided that I was ready for him to move on, his hands again went to my waistband, and this time I didn't stop him. He peeled down the pants and removed them, then began kissing and licking my legs. I turned over so he could service the backs of my legs also, and was feeling quite relaxed when he finally finished kissing and licking everything he could.

When he began pulling on the waistband of my panties, I raised up slightly to allow him to remove them. As soon as they were off, I got up on my knees, but left my head on the bed. My upraised butt was then exposed to his inspection, and I waited for him to again follow my prior instructions.

He didn't hesitate at all to kiss the cheeks, and then to lick them. When the only part that remained was my crack, nothing happened for several seconds. I wiggled my ass to signal him to get busy, then felt him kiss the very top of the cleft, and then take a tentative lick.

I wiggled my ass again, then reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks. I knew that he was now seeing the full extent of the crack, as well as the other opening that was waiting for his tongue. I don't know whether it was the sight of my exposed backside, or simply that his arousal had reached the level that he lost all inhibitions. Whatever it was, the next thing I knew he was passionately kissing the full length of my crack, then licking it. He finally concentrated his attentions on my asshole, and began to lick it with as much desire as he ever had my cunt.

I heard him groan with arousal, and could hear him panting with desire. Suddenly I felt his tongue enter me there, as he forced it as deep as he could. He then withdrew his tongue and I could feel him sucking, with much more force that he'd used on my nipples. He seemed to be desperate to suck out whatever was in there, and it brought to mind his fevered sucking of my pussy after he'd fucked me and I'd ordered him to clean up after himself.

As he licked and sucked my asshole, I was surprised that I was becoming sexually aroused. As with his services to my feet, his services to my butt also found another erogenous zone on my body. I began to think that his nullification would open up whole new areas of sexuality for us to investigate, and was anxious to get started.

I resolved to ask Janis if she had found other ways for Ray to please her after she'd fixed him. After all, he'd been castrated three years ago, then nullified two years ago. Surely in that amount of time, she'd found things for him to do that she found sexually arousing.

By that time my excitement had reached the point that I needed to cum. I pulled my asshole away from Brad's mouth, then ordered him to get on his back. As soon as he had settled in to position, I straddled his head, facing his crotch, and lowered my pussy to his mouth. He didn't need any further directions, and immediately began to orally service me.

I felt his nose began to investigate the place where his mouth had so recently been, and heard him breathe deeply several times as he inhaled the heady aroma there. I pressed my crotch tighter against his face, and that seemed to increase his own arousal even further. As so many times before, I saw his penis literally dancing with excitement, and the strings of pre-cum dripping from it. The three needles looked like a bandleader's baton, and they were directing our sexual frenzy.

Finally my body could absorb no more arousal, and I began to cum. It was a good orgasm, as such things go, but it certainly was far from the best ever, and even farther from the one I'd have when Gilly was fed in a few short weeks. I realized that I was becoming more and more impatient for that day to arrive, and could think of little else other than Brad strapped in place, his cock and balls being stretched through the hole, and the blade falling toward them.

As I descended from my arousal, I knew that it was time for Brad to be rewarded for his obedience. When I was able to stand up once again, I helped him to his feet and pulled him to the bathroom. He didn't know what to think about this new thing, but seemed willing to follow my lead.

When we got in the bathroom, I started the shower running and we both stepped in. The shower was a large booth, almost a small room, actually. It had large glass doors that let in plenty of light, and kept the water from getting on the bathroom floor.

I stood behind Brad and put my arms around him, asking, "Do you want to cum now, lover? Are your balls ready to be emptied?" He groaned, then replied in a husky voice that he wanted to cum more than ever before. He told me that what I'd done to him had made his almost crazy with the need to cum, and he begged me to let him do it. I was pleased that he now understood he needed my permission to have an orgasm, and that he had begun to believe that my pleasure must come first.

I reached around his body and placed my hand on his raging cock, then said, "Pull the needles out and I'll make you cum. Watch as your blood drains out along with your semen. It won't be much longer before blood is all have left, because I'm going to feed your balls to Gilly. Now do it!"

I looked around him and watched as he removed the first needle. A thin stream of blood shot from both places where the needle had broken the skin, and fountained out to about two feet from his body. He removed the other two needles in quick succession, with the same result. As his blood sprayed, I stroked his dick, and was quickly rewarded with the sight of his jism spraying even farther. I kept pumping until the flow of cum stopped, then watched his penis begin to deflate as it was emptied of both semen and blood. At last the thing was dangling from his crotch like some empty sack of flesh.

It took him almost a minute to recover from the release, and when he finally did, he turned to me and placed both hands on my shoulders. He looked down at his crotch, then back up at my face. Finally he said, "It's soft now. My darling wife, I'm yours body and soul. I belong to you totally, in every way you can imagine. My worthless little cock and balls are of no use whatsoever. Please cut them off me. They're yours. Please take me to Gilly and feed my cock and balls to her."

Continued in Chapter 7