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One night my wife and I were talking and somehow the
1 C9 ?4 m0 l# n/ \- {7 qsubject of castration came up. I mentioned I was turned on and intrigued by the idea of being castrated. She reveled that she had a long held secret desire to castrate me.
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, R* }+ ~8 W0 d: E We felt that three children were enough and could not3 @0 c7 O) T/ G- T5 P! k) t7 i6 B
find any good reason why I should not be castrated. In fact we were both highly excited by the idea of a wife castrating her husband. I agreed that she could castrate me someday.
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Later she left the room for a few minutes and returned
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She told me she was going to castrate me.
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( w- g; X% P: C+ O; _ While I undressed she went into the bathroom to get
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9 u9 S6 W2 I& \& x$ V; r6 B) _Included was a brand new Xacto knife still in its packaging.
" M5 d2 J$ Z" R1 ]+ [8 w( q1 X) jA wave of fear came over me. Just a little while ago we were talking about a subject that excited both of us and now, less than two hours latter, here I am in imminent danger of losing my testicles.! G2 Z' j) }0 {
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Excuse me I said I think I have had a change of mind.4 W* N7 Z5 Y$ e3 a, { z2 |% |
Could we hold off on this for now. No she said as she bent down to plug in a small soldering iron. I had agreed to it and she had fantasised about castrating me for years and she was going to do it now.
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& T5 G+ G+ v! i, V, y6 Z I feel a damp cold on my scrotum as she washes it with$ Z! y$ Q* F8 C/ O/ H
soap and water, then alcohol which leaves a lingering burning sensation and finally iodine solution. My testicles tingle with a sense of their impending doom. As I try to reason with her she tells me to shut up.
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% E* a% _/ s8 f5 i1 l {5 U3 }/ F My heart races with excitement and dread as she opens0 w- I7 h4 q1 W
the Xacto knife. I wince in pain as she pulls the bottom of my scrotum with one hand and slices it off with the knife.5 }7 d9 ^* d; [1 l3 d; W
I feel faint and funny as she secures and burns through the cord of first my little (right) and then my big (left) testicle with the soldering iron. The air is filled with the smoke and smell of burned flesh. Hold still she commands as she places a few dabs of super glue and band-aids to hold the cut ends of my empty scrotum together.+ m9 \; N3 S! b2 n# b' [
# e9 d5 D7 {' D H* L' y She leaves the room but quickly returns. Now I again
7 }+ K1 O1 v0 W/ bfeel cold as she puts an ice bag against my groin. How does it feel to be a eunuch she asks? It hurts like hell I answer. Really, she says try delivering a baby.
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I keep ice on my wound for the rest of that night and% m0 @$ K }5 B9 ^4 b
take some advil for the pain. I also take some antibiotics we have in our medicine chest. Apart from walking a little funny for a few days I heel without any trouble.' l3 C4 V; N$ G5 ^4 ?+ T4 B8 A# d
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Folks, I would not recommend that you try this at" Z4 k7 J w6 n6 {# B2 X
home. It was a very painful and a rather bloody experience.
# [+ n# x& i t% [- k, {, R3 cI am told that I was lucky to have not come down with a major life threatening infection. My sexual desire went from a very high level to non existent. I suffered from hot and cold flashes and mood swings. (To this day I often have phantom testicular pain and sometimes feel the bottom, missing, part of my scrotum is being pinched.) I finally went to my doctor who was alarmed at hearing my story.1 {7 y8 P7 ?# ^- ?, m/ S( a
Since then I have been receiving testosterone injections.
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My wife keeps my testicles pickled in a jar. She says
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2 v6 N1 a( c+ Z) q+ yShe says she loves being serviced by her personal eunuch, and, since I started the testosterone therapy, for her sex has never been better. |