The Business Trip Surprise

A bad day of meeting leads to a chance enounter with a beautiful 
woman.  The results take a turn not intended by the man, and the 
ending is interesting

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"How was I going to explain this to my wife," was all I could think 
about.  Here I was in a strange city on business and now here I was 
gagged, naked, shackled hands and feet, and some woman in a leather 
mask was shaving off all my body hair.  "What more could possibly go 
wrong," I wondered.  I was soon to find out.

I had gone to the hotel lounge for a drink after a series of daylong 
intense meetings about a project I was handling for my company.  I 
sat down at the bar intending to be alone when after about 30 
minutes a very attractive professionally dressed blond woman sat 
next to me.  She introduced herself as Brenda and we struck up a 
conversation.  She too was in Washington for business and had had a 
similarly frustrating day full of meetings.

We chatted for awhile and she asked if I had any plans for dinner.  
I told her I didn't and she told me she knew of a great place to get 
crab cakes, would I be interested in joining her?  Being a seafood 
lover, I told her I'd love to have dinner with her.  She volunteered 
to drive.  

I still had some drink left but had to take a leak, so I excused 
myself and went to the bathroom.  When I returned Brenda was 
finishing her drink and she told me to drink up so we could leave.  
I killed what remained of my scotch and water and followed her out 
to her car.

The last thing I remembered was getting into her car, and next thing 
I knew when I came to was being bound and gagged.  My hands and feet 
were attached to spreader bars and my arms secured above me to a 
chain suspended from the ceiling.  From what I could tell, I was in 
what appeared to be a warehouse or studio of some type.  Nearby was 
a video camera and lights which were recording what was happening.  
Also, close by was a small cart with a propane camp stove on it and 
a pan with what appeared to be water or cooking oil that was being 
heated.

The woman who was shaving me was naked except for the mask she was 
wearing and a leather bra that had the nipples cut out.  The nipples 
were puffy and they stood out prominently on her ample breasts, and 
her pussy was completely shaved.  I had come to just as she finished 
removing the last of my hair; apparently she saved my pubic hair for 
last.  After she finished, she took a wet washcloth and rinsed off 
all the residual shaving cream.  I felt helpless and humiliated, and 
I had no idea what was going on nor what to expect next.

When she finished. She next took a syringe full of liquid and began 
injecting it into my hairless scrotum.  Soon enough I was completely 
numb in the crotch and I had a growing suspicion as to why.  I tried 
to scream out, but with the gag in my mouth all that came out was a 
muffled cry.  I tried to escape but the chains that secured the 
spreader bars to the floor and ceiling held secure.  The woman told 
me to relax and enjoy myself as escape was not possible, and if I 
persisted I might hurt myself.  I recognized the woman's voice as 
Brenda, the woman I met in the bar.

She walked over, paused the camera and brought it closer to my 
crotch.  She re-aimed it at my crotch and then brought over a small 
table upon which was a metal tray, scalpel, clamps, scissors, and 
suturing needle and thread.  I knew what was about to happen.  She 
was going to castrate me.  The only thing I didn't know was how much 
she would take�just my balls, or everything.  She placed the table 
between my legs and then rolled over a stool and sat down.  She 
turned the camera back on and began her work.  Her hands were 
lovely, with long sexy fingers adorned with long, deep red 
fingernails.  If I pulled back just right, I could see as she held 
my poor manhood in her hands.  She examined me for some time and 
comfortable with what she saw took her scalpel in hand.  I began to 
whimper and shake my head to try to stop her, but she ignored me and 
kept on working.  All she said was, "now be sure to hold very still 
so I don't slip and cut you where I don't want to."  

With that she started an incision along the base of the left side of 
my scrotum.  she continued working her way around to the back of it 
and soon worked her way forward around the right side.  She finished 
up under my dick.  Then she gently peeled away my scrotal sac and 
cut any connective tissue that remained.  She laid it on the tray 
between my legs.  Now she took my exposed left testicle in her hand, 
pulled away from my body slightly and applied a clamp to the cord.  
As she tugged I could feel a slight pulling sensation high in my 
abdomen as if someone were tugging on my intestines.  She next took 
some suture thread and tightly secured the cord just above where the 
clamp was attached.  Then, as I watched in horror, she took the 
scissors and snipped through the cord.  As she cut off my first 
ball, I noticed she was breathing heavily, and I could see wetness 
appearing on her pouty little pussy lips.   She reached over and 
placed my severed testicle in the metal tray.

Next, she released the clamp, and applied it to my remaining 
testicle cord.  She sutured it in the same way and unceremoniously 
took the small scissors and in a flash, I was a eunuch!  This seemed 
to be something Brenda realized too, because she appeared to be on 
the verge of an orgasm.  With shaking hand she took the remnants of 
my manhood still held in the clamp, and released it into the tray 
with my scrotum and other ball.   She took another wet cloth and 
wiped her hands clean of the blood that had gotten on them.  Then, 
she leaned back on her stool and using those sexy fingers, worked 
her pussy and clit over until she climaxed with a loud moan.  I 
could smell her sex juices and, while I hated her for what she had 
just done, I yearned to eat that pussy of hers.

When she regained composure after cumming, Brenda took the thread 
and suture needle and stitched my gaping wound that had been my 
scrotum together.  I hoped she had done a good job, but something 
told me she was careful to do a good job.  After finishing, she 
placed a large amount of antibiotic ointment on the incision, and 
applied a bandage to it.  I looked down at my limp dick as it hung 
forlornly in space without any balls or bag to lean against.  As I 
glanced at it I became extremely relieved that Brenda had not 
severed my penis.  I hoped she wouldn't. 

When she finished, she reached over again and paused the video 
camera from recording.  Then she got up and wheeled up the cart with 
the camp stove on it.  She repositioned the camera, refocused it on 
the stove, and unpaused it.  Next, she reached over next to the 
stove and retrieved a small bowl with some type of batter in it.  
She took my testicles and dipped them in the batter.  After letting 
them soak a short while, she retrieved them and place them in the 
hot oil.  I couldn't believe she was cooking my balls right in front 
of me.  I knew she was going to eat them, and I found myself at once 
repulsed and yet curious about how they'd taste.

While my balls were being deep fried, Brenda took my scrotum and 
placed it in a small jar of alcohol.  She told me she'd have it 
tanned and made into a change purse.  Then she came over to me and 
told me if I promised not to scream or yell, she'd remove the gag 
from my mouth.  She drove the point home that if I did, she'd have 
to remove my penis too.  She asked if I understood and agreed.  I 
shook my head with a vigorous nod in the affirmative.  She took off 
the gag.

My first question was, why did you just cut off my balls?  She 
responded, "Well, that's the way I get off, and I also make them 
into Internet movies for customers to download for a fee.  I make a 
lot of money doing it too!"  Then, she looked at me and said, "oops, 
don't want to burn my snacks."  And with that she retrieved my balls 
from the hot oil and placed them on a plate to cool.  She added salt 
and pepper to them while they cooled.

Seeing my balls on the plate reminded me of a joke about two 
tourists in Mexico who went to a restaurant.  They saw a couple at 
the next table order something in Spanish.  Soon the waiter and 
maitre'd returned and with much fanfare uncovered a plate with two 
large objects on it.  They were battered and fried, and looked very 
appetizing.  The curious couple called the waiter over and asked to 
order the same thing.  The waiter told them he was sorry but there 
was only one order of that available each day as it was the bull's 
testicles from the bullfight earlier in the day.  The couple decided 
they had to try it and so ordered the treat from the next day's 
bullfight.  The waiter agreed and so they ordered something else and 
were excited to return the next day for the delicacy.

The next day they returned excited for their treat.  With much 
fanfare the waiter and maitre'd came to their table and uncovered 
their special treat.  On the platter was a small pathetic pair of 
testicles surrounded by garnishes and greens.  Confused, the couple 
asked, "what gives?  Yesterday the platter held two enormous bull 
testicles, and today these pathetic excuses-what you'd use a calf?" 
 The waiter merely smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but some days the 
bull wins!"
I felt like the poor bull fighter except I was still alive.  

In a few minutes Brenda decided her delicacy had cooled enough.  She 
retrained the video camera on me, and taking the plate she stood in 
front of me facing the camera.  She picked up one of my balls and 
gently bit into it with her pearly white teeth and ruby lips.  She 
closed her eyes and chewed slowly and deliberately.  I could see 
this was asexual experience for her as she began to breathe deeply 
again and gently moan as she gyrated her hips.  With each bite she 
took, I could see she was closer to cumming again.  She finished 
one, and then offered me a taste of my own cooked ball.  I decided 
to try a little and was surprised at the flavor of it.  Brenda 
finished the rest and by the time she had, she was once again near 
cumming.  She sat the plate down and she sat on the stool again and 
rubbed her pussy again until she came with a shuddering orgasm. 

She remained motionless for a long while and all I could do was 
stand by helplessly and stare at her shaved and drenched pussy.  I 
wanted her, and I was surprised to see my dick did too as it slowly 
rose to attention.

Brenda looked up and noticed it too.  "So I see feeling is returning 
to your dick.  I'm glad you liked what you saw," she continued.  
Then she leaned forward and took my dick into her mouth and gave me 
a fabulous head job.  I came in an instant and she swallowed every 
drop.  When I finished she stood up and gave me a big hug and kiss. 
 "You've been my best pupil ever," she said with a smile on her 
lips.  "But now, we have to finish up and get you back to your 
hotel," she said.

With that she gave me three pills and a glass of water.  I swallowed 
them all.  She then told me, "Two of these are pain killers, and one 
is so that you won't trouble me while I return you to your hotel."  
Soon, I felt groggy and I watched as the room went black.

When I awoke, I was back in my hotel room.  I was fully clothed and 
I felt wiped out.  As I regained my bearings, I wondered if I had 
dreamed what happened.  I stood to go to the bathroom and I reached 
to my crotch which confirmed the reality of what happened.  I stood 
at the toilet and pissed, then with my trousers down, I looked in 
the mirror to see I had no balls or scrotum left, only a white 
bandage where once hung my manhood.  Then I also noticed that Brenda 
had slipped me into all my own clothes except for my underwear which 
she had replaced with a pair of sexy panties.

I never heard from or saw Brenda in person again.  I called and 
cancelled the rest of my appointments for the week and I stayed in 
bed recuperating.  Brenda was kind enough to leave me a supply of 
painkillers, antibiotic ointment, and fresh bandages.  On Friday 
afternoon I boarded a plane back home.  I was dreading what I'd tell 
my wife.

When I got home, she met me at the door.  She had an intense look of 
concern on her face and she asked how I was feeling.  I must have 
looked like shit for her to notice.  I told her I wasn't feeling too 
great, but when I caught my reflection in the mirror in our living 
room, I new I didn't look any worse than usual.  Still, my wife 
looked very worried.

She took my bags, led me upstairs and to our bedroom where she 
immediately undid my trousers and dropped my underwear.  I 
halfheartedly tried to stop her, but knew she'd find out soon 
enough.  She gasped when she saw what happened.  "It is true," she 
said in disbelief.

I asked what she meant by that, and blushing she stood and said, "I 
have to tell you a secret, you'd better sit down."  Then she told me 
that while I was away on business trips, she'd surf the Internet for 
pornographic sites.  She enjoyed the pictures of guys, and soon 
wanted more.  She started downloading movies and would masturbate 
while watching them.  That lasted for awhile until each movie became 
the same, so she started looking for harder stuff.  She came across 
a site that sold castration movies and she downloaded them.  She 
told me how they really got her hot, and that she fantasized about 
seeing that happen to me.  Then, one movie she downloaded just 
yesterday had me in it as a star.  

My wife went on, "at first I didn't think it was you, but then as I 
watched it two more times picked up on your birthmark on your right 
leg.  I knew it was you," she continued.  "At first I was shocked, 
but then I started to get turned on when I realized I was watching a 
fantasy come true."  She went on to add, I couldn't wait to see you 
again."  Then she asked how I got involved in the movie.  I told her 
about my meeting and going to the bar and meeting another 
"professional" woman who claimed to have a similar day as mine.  
Then� nothing until I awoke in her studio.  I told her everything, 
even what my balls tasted like. 

Janie believed me and as we talked about it she began getting more 
turned on.  I was getting aroused too and said, "let's fire up the 
computer and watch that movie together."  We did and as it finished, 
Janie slid down on the bed and gave me the most fantastic head of 
our marriage.  When she finished she looked up and said, "I love 
your new look.  I just wish I was the one to cut off your balls!"  
And with that we entered a new phase in our marriage.