The below is part one the true story of my husbands castration. Additional parts will follow until I have told the entire story to present day....five years after the castration. Names only have been changed. The rest of the story is nonfiction. Exact quotes are to the best of my memory.
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My husband, John, and I were married eight years ago. He was 23
at the time and I 32 with a 13 year old daughter, Kelly, from a
previous marriage. We were both married to other respective spouses
when we began "dating". He was extremely eager about our dating and
over all relationship, showered me with attention and very
enthusiastic during "petting", even to the point of performing oral
sex on me at ever opportunity. However, each time our encounters
began to turn serious he would stop me at the last moment stating
he wanted to wait until after we were married before we consummated
the relationship. I was flattered by his suggestion and did not
object even though I had and continue to have a very high sex drive.
After what seemed like an interminably long period our
respective divorces were finalized and we were married. After the
wedding Kelly left the chapel with my mother to spend the weekend
and John and I left for a short, weekend, honeymoon at a local
luxury motel. As we were preparing to make love my new husband shly
explained that he was rather under endowed. I had suspected this
since first meeting him due to the lack of a bulge in his trousers.
However, I was not prepared when he finally "revealed" himself for
the first time. Even though he was fully developed and intact his
penis was a pitiful one inch when flaccid and rose to slightly less
than two inches when fully erect with testicles the size of small
marbles. His small stature is emphasized even more due to his large
size of 6'2" and 270 very muscular pounds. The first time we made
love that night midway through I lost control and began laughing.
He slid off of me and immediately began to apologize. I explained
that I loved him but that I did prefer a man with a large penis.
(Any woman that claims size does not matter is either a liar or has
never had a man with over 7"'s.) He confessed that his small penis
was the reason he had insisted we wait until after we were married.
He explained that he had been so in love and had not wanted to loss
me. I told him I felt he had deceived me, even though I had
suspected it for a long time, and that he was very adapt pleasing
me orally. Seeing his apologetic state and knowing I, at this
point, had the upper hand decided to test my boundaries and his
limits. I explained that because of his deception and the fact that
I was accustomed to "larger" men I may be forced, on occasion,
to "see" other men. I assured him that is was not because I did not
love him, that in fact I did with all my heart and would never
leave him but had needs that he would simply not be able to
provide. He was by now crying and whimped he understood and
continued to apologize. We made love the rest of the weekend with
me receiving more oral then I had ever gotten in my life in such a
short period of time.
I had been married three times before John and had
experienced numerous partners through out each marriage in secret.
While I do not consider myself a feminist I had always wanted to
dominate my husbands. I could see that I had found that in John.
After only a few days of marriage he admitted that I did wear the
pants in the family. I took every opportunity to make him repeat
this in front of Kelly and my friends. I was enjoying me new found
power in the marriage.
The first three weeks were a whirlwind of love making and
oral sex for me with John being the most attentive man I had ever
had both in and out of the bedroom. But I began longing for the
attention of a well endowed man once again. Because of my looks,
tall athletic blond, I had never had any difficulty attracting male
attention. I work in a law firm that deals primarily with
adolescents whom have been molested and work jointly with Division
of Family Services. One of the male counselors, Steve, had been
openly flirtatious prior to my new marriage but had respectfully
ended his flirtations right after. On this particular day I asked
if he would like to go to lunch together. He was a little surprised
but immediately leaped at the suggestion. While Steve watched I
kept eye contact and I called John at work telling him I would be
home late. From his knowing smile I could tell Steve understood
what I had in mind. Steve and I spent the day making love in a
motel until late in the evening. During that time he ejaculated in
me four times.
Upon arriving home I discovered, as expected, that John had
prepared dinner for Kelly and himself and had a plate waiting for
me. Putting my plan to test his limits I kissed him passionately
and repeated how much I loved him and had missed him that day. When
he asked if I wanted dinner I told him I was too tired and just
wanted to go to bed. As soon as we went into the bedroom I pulled
my dress up above my waste, lay back on the bed and asked him to
remove my panties and lick me. I had purposely not washed after any
of Steve's ejaculations, including the last and knew perfectly well
what John would find between my legs. From the look on his face I
could see that John knew immediately what I had been doing as soon
as he began removing my panties, which were stuck to me with
Steve's semen. As he dropped my underwear John just stood staring
fixated on my crotch. I repeated that I wanted him to lick me.
Pleadingly he just stared and whimpered one word, "Honey". I
reassured him again that I loved him and that he knew how much it
relaxed me when he brought me to orgasm with his tongue. He began
licking, reluctantly at first but soon became his old self and
became more earnest. After multiple orgasms, brought on partially
by the fact he was cleaning another mans semen from his wife's
loins, I told John to clean me with his tongue. The semen was still
partially matted in my pubic hair and was caking my inner thighs
practically to me knees. Again in a pleading voice he asked if I
wouldn't rather go bathe. I told him, this time more forcefully,
that I was too tired and he would do perfectly fine with his mouth.
Once he had finished licking and cleaning me from my knees to the
top of my pubic mound I, without a word, rolled over onto my
stomach. With no further instructions he slowly and deliberately
licked the cheeks of my buttocks, down my crack and from around my
anus. (I had been forcing him to lick my anus on a regular basis
already. Something that he did not seem to object to.) I went to
sleep that night knowing that I had a husband whom I had complete
control over. The next morning it was confirmed when in a weak
voice he asked if I would be working late again. I laughed and
light heartedly told him that no, I would not be "working late"
every night, just when I needed it. It came as no surprise when he
brightened and seemed genuinely happy that his new wife was only
going to come home covered in semen only occasionally.
The next three years progressed much the same. I began
dressing more provocative wearing short skirts and dresses,
extremely short shorts when not working and seldom bothered with
undergarments of any kind. My breast are small enough to not draw
unprofessional attention at work but firm and up right and large
enough, 36 "B", to attract plenty of male attention. Combined with
the occasional "accidental" peek up my skirt that I allowed I was
receiving more sex than I ever had in my life. All the while
knowing that once I had enjoyed the attentions of some well endowed
man my dutiful and "whipped" husband would obligingly lick their
attentions from between my legs.
But all was not as well as I would have liked. In spite of
his small genitalia John to had a very high libido and a wandering
eye. I knew that because of his shyness about his undersized
malehood he would not cheat. But I knew to that he had been married
to another woman when we first began dating. To compound matters a
year earlier when she was 14 I discovered much to my shock and
dismay that Kelly had become sexually active. She had inherited my
insatiable appetite for sex and was active with multiple partners.
Now fully developed and a smaller version of my self enjoyed
flaunting her femininity. She was making it a common practice to
walk around the house dressed in nothing but the short "T-shirts
she slept in and other revealing out fits. Since John was nine
years my junior he was only ten years older than Kelly and I had
caught him looking at her in, what I felt, a lustful manner. Kelly
knew this and increased her efforts to draw his attention. In
addition to that I had caught John looking out the window at our
neighbor Alex while she sunbathed topless on her deck. (We live on
a small island in Florida where the houses are close and sunbathing
is nearly a year round pass time.) I have always been a jealous
person and in spite of being attractive and now having a submissive
husband a certain sense of insecurity. The situation was troubling
me and I felt John may be slipping away, even if in mind only.
After struggling with a solution I approached Elizabeth, one of our
senior psychologist in the officer, about it. Elizabeth, knowing of
the nature of my marriage confirmed that while unlikely it was
possible that John might stray. I was even more tormented than
before when the solution presented itself.
John, an investment counselor was now working evenings and
home during most of the morning. Kelly, out of school during the
summer had developed the habit of sleeping in until late and
getting up to take her shower long after I had gone to work. She
approached me one evening while John was gone to work and informed
me she thought that he had been watching her through the crack in
the door while she showered. At first I was appalled and it did
nothing more than increase my paranoia. But during the conversation
I asked what she, Kelly, suggested we do (I was more than a little
mad at her for leading him on) when she offered the ultimate
solution to "our" problem. As you have probably already guessed
because of the web site you reading this on her solution was to put
it in her words, "Cut his little balls off". Kelly, who had came to
resent John's discipline of her in making her do the things only
expected of a child her age, knew Johns small genital stature from
teasing comments she had over heard me make to him in the last
three years of marriage. She reasoned that since he was too small
to satisfy me any way it would come as no loss to my sexual
fulfillment and ease any fears I may have about his devotion to me.
She continued that it would also make her more comfortable around
him knowing that he was not a full man and would be unable to
molest her regardless of how she dressed or acted in his presence.
At first it seemed too surreal to even consider. But then one night
I caught him looking at Alex through the window as she was changing
and it infuriated me. I decided some investigation into the matter
was in order. Again to put it in Kelly's words, I decided that John
was going to loss his little balls. After several long talks with
Elizabeth, who was reluctant to even discuss it at first, agreed
that given his submissive nature he might be persuaded to
voluntarily allow me to castrate him. She cautioned that he must do
so willingly or she would not have any involvement even to include
further conversations regarding it. The following evening Kelly and
I formed a plan.
I prepared for work as always and kissed John good bye
telling him I would see him when he got home that evening after
work. Kelly had been instructed to take her morning shower at
precisely 11:00AM that morning. At a few minutes before eleven I
parked my car on the side of Alex's house opposite ours and slipped
quietly into the sliding glass door on the side of our house. Once
I knew Kelly would be in the shower in her bathroom I stepped into
her bedroom as quickly and quietly as possible. I was not surprised
to fins John crouched on his knees, eyes to the crack in the door
slowly stroking his little two inch erection. I do not have to fain
anger. I screamed at him. As I started to stand I told him not to
move from that position. He immediately dropped obediently back to
his knees with his head down and began begging. I yelled for Kelly
to get out of the bathroom. As she opened the door holding a towel
a few inches above the triangle of hair between her legs John
started to move out of her way. I told him to stay where he was so
Kelly could witness what he had been doing. He couldn't help but to
stare into her crotch. The same crotch he had been straining to see
through the crack in the door for weeks now. At my instructions we
all three marched into the living room where I told them both to
stay as they were, she in a towel and he nude. His begging was now
being done as tears streamed down his face. I told him that his
behavior was no better than that of the child molesters whom I had
to work with daily and asked what he thought should be done with
him. Before he could offer a suggestion Kelly, as planned, said I
think we should have him fixed....castrated. When I agreed and
asked what he thought he responded, with tears rolling down his
face, in a whimper "Can I keep my peter"? I knew then that I had
him. He was not only not object but was asking me permission to
keep his penis.
The next morning after making several calls I finally found a
surgery center and doctor that were willing to perform an elective
simply bi-laterial orchiectomy. An appointment was made for the
next week. Over the three days leading up to the surgery I would
not allow him sex with me. After much begging from him on the night
before I allowed to masturbate while looking at my naked crotch. He
cried as I made him lick his own semen from my vagina.
The following day he, Kelly and I drove the two hours to the
surgery center where he was prepped in the midst of several
giggling nurses. I had agreed to allow him to keep his penis only
if it was reduced by non-surgical means. I had harbored no
intentions of taking his penis in the first place but after several
conversations with Elizabeth had discovered that impotence is
primarily in the mind and that a castrated man can still physically
obtain an erection. She had suggested that, again partially due to
his permissive nature and feelings of inadequacy, further
humiliation after the surgery would insure he would be unable to
become erect. The surgery itself was performed in less than half
and hour and after two hours of observation he was allowed to go
home. Every female staff member in the small surgery facility took
the opportunity to come into the recovery room to check the
patients incision. To add to his embarrassment this was done each
time with the curtain accidentally open for all in the recovery
room to see his shame. On the trip home I made him wear only the
hospital gown, open in the front with his legs spread in the
passenger seat explaining it would good to begin the healing
process. Kelly and I enjoyed discussing his new condition of being
balless.
Upon arriving home I informed John that I had purchased him
women's silk tap panties to wear while he recovered from the
surgery. I explained that they would be more comfortable than his
regular mans briefs. I had bought them all in pink and in truth the
reason I was requiring him to wear them was to proceed with his
humiliation. I also sat him down and explained that since I had
allowed him to keep his penis it was time we began it's reduction.
I produced a jar of thigh reducing creme and told him that we would
be applying it to his penis. I knew that this would do nothing to
reduce the size of his already diminutive penis but was doing it to
further his humiliation in order to insure his complete
demoralization and subsequent impotence as suggested by Elizabeth.
I told him that since he could not be trusted to reduce his own
penis be applying it regularly and since I would be gone during the
day that Kelly would be applying it also. I stopped his weak
protest by suggesting that if he did not like that or refused to
cooperate that we could simply remove his penis and be done with
it. He immediately agreed and Kelly began rubbing it into his
shriveled penis. I watched intently for any signs of an erection
but needed have been concerned.
The next morning I told him to obey Kelly's every command
left. Later that morning I and told him I would be late and that he
should fix dinner and that Kelly was in charge. This time I did not
bother with subtleties and told him I was meeting a man after work
for sex. His response, in a quivering voice, was to ask if I still
loved him. I laughed it off and told him of course I did that I
simply needed a man and would be home to him as soon as I was
finished and hung up before he could answer. I was enjoying my new
power. I left his 16 year old stepdaughter in charge to apply
ointment to his small penis and was openly having sex with a
stranger.
That night when I got home John was sitting in his chair nude
with his panties in floor beside him and Kelly sitting across the
room watching television. I was furious and demanded to know if he
was proud of his new castrated state and enjoyed exposing himself
to Kelly. Before he could answer Kelly spoke up and said she had
told him to leave his panties off so she would not have to be
bothered with asking him to remove them several times a day to
apply the creme. I could see that he was already excepting his roll
and was allowing a 16 year girl, one whom he had had control over
only a few days before to order him to leave his shame exposed
while she went about her business. I was just beginning to realize
that I finally had a husband whom I had complete domination over. I
asked Kelly to apply more creme and as she was doing so I told John
as soon as she finished we were going to bed. When he asked if I
wanted dinner first I told that I did not that I had spent the last
three hours having sex with one of the couriers that delivered
memos and packages to our office and simply wanted to retire to bed
so he could lick me clean before I went to sleep. He was shocked
that I had said in front of Kelly that I had been having sex with a
stranger and not only did I expect him to except but demanded he
lick the mans semen from his wife's vagina. That night after he had
licked me clean from front to back and brought me to two orgasms in
spite of having just left the arms of a well endowed lover I told
him to keep licking me until I went to sleep. I fell asleep
dreaming of having complete control over him as he dutifully licked
away at my crotch.
Continued in part two.