Part I
“Do you really mean that?”
It’s been a few years since I last wrote about Kirsten. You might recall that we met late one night at the gym in Zionsville where we both workout. She is tall, about 6’ with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a 7” cock, and a slender but muscular body. If I had to compare her to anyone, I’d say she looks a lot like Aubrey Kate.
Kirsten had played sports in High School (football and basketball) and as It turned out, we both graduated from the same University in Indiana where I played football.
We both love wild sex and Kirsten especially loves to be tied up or “act out’ elaborate bondage fantasies. Since we have a well equipped “dungeon” in our basement--along with all our workout equipment--it’s pretty easy to set up a “scene.”
Probably the craziest thing we ever did, until now, was to have sex on the back of my Harley after leaving ila’s and Princess Shawn’s party. Sex on a motorcycle is not usually dangerous (have done it many times
) but at 3:00 AM at 90 mph on the Interstate it can be. I almost fell off after cumming. Fortunately, Kirsten is very strong and grabbed my arm and kept me from falling off.
I did say “until now.”
Many times Kirsten has talked about what it would be like to not have a cock. She loves to have me fuck her more than anything else and while she enjoys getting a blowjob or letting me play with her cock she has hinted that she wouldn’t mind it if she didn’t have one.
“Yes, Andy. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. We are both smart and know people with medical backgrounds. I bet we could work it into a scene. That would be like the ultimate orgasm. Fuck!!! I’m SO turned on by the idea! What do you think?”
“It sounds really dangerous Kirsten. What if we screwed it up? You could bleed to death. Then I’d be arrested for murder... I can see it now: Zionsville Man Kills Girlfriend During Kinky Sex.”
Giggling, Kirsten says “Andy, you’re so silly as always. I guess that’s one reason I love you. No Andy, we would check it out totally and make sure we did it right. I’ve been reading lots about this. There was even a story on the Internet about two gay lovers that did something like that.”
“Are you sure that story was real? I mean, the risks are way too high. Sorry...”
Pissed, Kirsten goes into our bedroom, slams the door, and locks it. I guess nothing’s happening tonight.
Part II
Fast forward to a few weeks later. I knew this was very important to Kirsten. But too risky. To be honest, I wasn’t totally convinced she really wanted to be castrated. Part of me suspected it was a fantasy. Although I gathered there was a genuine desire on her part to lose her penis eventually. During that time I talked to a Doctor friend of mind. He warned me against it but did give me some ideas for doing it safely. He also suggested many things to read.
Always a good student, I did my homework...
It took a while but I modified one of our racks downstairs so that it would accommodate Kirsten’s cock and balls in sort of a “vise like” contraption. We could begin the scene with some sort of “torture” scenario—which she loves. The rack would be padded and her ass would be raised so that it would be easy to fuck her. Sort of like a “torture chair rack type of thing.” Her legs would be spread wide and strapped into place. Her body, especially her hips, would be tightly secured so there was no movement. Her arms and wrists would be restrained with leather cuffs.
Not that different from our usual fun and games.
What would be different however this time would be the “quick release” bright orange handles positioned where Kirsten could grab them and pull at the right instant. When she did, heavy weights would drop and a thin wire wrapped around the base of her cock would tighten cutting her cock off quickly. I tested it several times to make sure it worked, using thick sausages, cucumbers, zucchini, etc.
It worked.
At the moment of her choosing, Kirsten would grab the handles and pull down. It would be her decision alone and there was no going back. I made sure that my own cock and balls would be out of harm’s way even if I was fucking her at that instant. I loved playing with her cock and sucking it. I would miss that part of her. But this was the woman I loved more than anything. Above all I wanted her to be happy.
We had prepared all the medical supplies that we would need in advance and discussed this at length. Including her recuperation. We would have our phones ready to dial 911 just in case. And we let our friends know we were planning “something really crazy” but we didn’t tell them what.
She came down to look at the device. “Jesus, Andy. That shit is real! Wow. God, I’m so turned on.” She reached out and touched the wires then felt the pull handles. We went back upstirs to our bedroom. That night I would suck her beautiful cock for what might be the last time. Maybe the “drama” had something to do with it. But whatever, it was some of the best sex we’ve ever had. We fell asleep snuggled up together.
She was ready. I’m not sure I was.
Part III
The next morning she was up and around very early. She was dressed in a short, dirty, torn, shirt. It looked sort of like something a medieval prisoner might wear. Her long blonde hair was messy. Her makeup was smeared. I could tell she hadn’t taken a shower like she usually does. Still, she looked fucking hot.
As she always does...
“Andy, I’m your filthy slut. I have been accused of having sex with over 20,000 guys and been sentenced to be tortured on the rack, whipped, then castrated. You are the “sexy executioner” who’s job it is to carry out my sentence. But not before you fuck me several times.”
(Where DOES she get these ideas anyway?
)
Of course as my “prisoner” she will be required to wear chains all day. Her cock will be kept in chastity but I will be allowed to tease it mercilessly, feel her tits, fuck her, or require her to suck my cock at anytime. Then, at midnight, she will be led to the dungeon where her sentence will be carried out. Of course she loves this kind of stuff. It’s usually her that comes up with these ideas anyway.
The clock above our fireplace strikes midnight. I lead her downstairs. She climbs up on to the rack and I strap her in. Her cock is now straining against its cage. I can tell she wants to cum. I wonder how long we’ll actually have?
Soon she is restrained and her hard cock, now free of its steel prison, is dripping pre cum. I can’t help teasing and sucking it. She moans and says “God Andy, that feels sooooo good. Christ. Don’t stop baby...” She’s now in total control of the levers that will release the weights, pulling the wire taught, and slicing off her cock. It could be anytime.
Kirsten cumms in my mouth for what might be the last time. She still hasn’t pulled the levers yet. She is so turned on she starts to get hard again right away. She looks me in the eyes. I’ve never seen her so intense. This time she says “Fuck me baby... Like you never have before.” I can’t begin to describe the feelings I have for this woman. There’s no need for words. We know fully well how we feel about each other.
Slowly, I fuck her as she writhes and moans. Her breasts rise and fall. Her cock is hard as a rock and strains against the wire wrapped tightly around the base. It looks even bigger than 7” it’s head is throbbing. I notice her hands gripping the levers. Her body is straining against the black leather straps binding her to the rack. She is covered in oil and sweat. Every muscle in her beautiful body stands out.
We continue like this for several more minutes. I lose track of time. And her “predicament” as well. I cum deep inside her, maybe harder than ever. She cums again. Shooting a huge load. I hear a “click” then the sound of the weights falling.
She screams, then passes out. My own orgasm was so intense, that I black out for a second.
Looking up I see her lying back against the bench. The weights have dropped to the floor. Her hands have let go of the levers. She is silent.
And she still has her cock.
Waking up, she starts to laugh. “Fuck Andy. That was really something. Shit... I think we outdid ourselves this time. Damn. I’m glad you knew what you were doing!”
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