Carolyn

When I was in my mid-20s, I worked for a small community newspaper in Oshawa, Ontario. I was new in town and very lonely.

In no time at all, I fell in love with a girl in the office. Her name was Carolyn, and she was a big, beautiful blond, all ass and tits. I was nuts about her.

I realize now that it never would have worked out. She was insecure as hell and bitchy most of the time. Plus, she had a lot of sexual hang-ups. She wouldn't let me go down on her, for example, although she would suck my cock once in a while.

We broke up and got back together at least five times, until finally we split up for good. I was still in love with her. I am to this day, probably, even though it's been about 15 years now.

One day, I managed to snag a date with another girl in the office, and I called Carolyn to tell her about it.

"I really don't want to see her," I said. "I'd rather see you."

That's okay, Carolyn told me. Go ahead and see her.

So I did. Nothing came of it.

Then this really weird thing happened. Carolyn started ostracizing me around the office. She deliberately avoided me at every opportunity and would only talk to me when absolutely necessary. Sometimes she had to. She was a compositor, I was a proofreader.

This mental freeze went on for about two months, and I was, to say the least, perplexed. I was the one who was hurt in the relationship, yet she was treating me like I had fucked her and dumped her. It added to the emotional pain I was feeling, and I felt increasingly lonely and isolated.

Then one day, Carolyn asked me if I would like to go to her place after work and share a bottle of wine.

I couldn't say 'yes' fast enough. "Sure," I said. The rest of the day was a write-off. I spent all my time thinking of ways to seduce her, and wondering how I could pull it off.

When we got to her place, she poured the wine and we sat on the couch and talked. What she said next gave me the shock of a lifetime.

She apologized for her snarky behaviour, and she said that she had been doing a lot of soul-searching. She had come to the realization, she explained, that she was a dominatrix at heart, and she could only ever be truly happy in a relationship if the man was her total slave.

I have a vague memory of having to search for my eyeballs and stick them back in their sockets.

I remember saying something brilliant along the lines of, "So, then, this is a slave audition?"

She smiled. "You might say that."

"Well, I'm here to apply for the job."

She put down her wine glass and stood up. "Follow me," she said.

She led me into the bedroom, me following and watching her magnificent ass in her tight jeans.

When we got to her bedroom, she turned and faced me. "Take off your clothes," she commanded. I was only too happy to comply.

It was surreal. Even now, it seems like a dream.

She opened a drawer and wordlessly produced a pair of handcuffs, which she held out to me.

I couldn't believe what was happening. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen was turning into the bitch dominatrix of my dreams.

I held out my wrists, and she clicked on the handcuffs.

I fell to my knees before her. I remember she was wearing these really sexy sandals that always drove me crazy, and I bent down and began kissing her toes as a token of my submission.

Suddenly, I was flat on my back, staring at the ceiling and shaking my head to clear it. She had kicked me right in the face.

I began struggling to my feet, muttering something like, "What are you--" Carolyn reared back and kicked me with all her stength right in the balls.

I almost vomited. The pain was unbelievable: gut-wrenching, mind-numbing.

In a flash, Carolyn grabbed me by the balls and started dragging me out into the hall. "If you say one more word," she hissed at me, "I'll kick your balls into mush."

I could hardly breathe, let alone offer any sort of protest.

Carolyn was a big, strong girl. Before I knew what was happening, she had attached a chain to my handcuffs and threaded it through an eye-bolt in the top of the door-frame leading to the living room. She pulled on the chain until I was practically on tip-toe.

Then, out of nowhere, she came up with a wooden leg-spreader. I don't know where the hell she got the thing. Obviously, she had been doing her homework.

She spread my legs and shackled my ankles, then she stood up and crossed her arms. I was too shocked to say anything.

"You're such a fucking idiot, Jack, I almost feel sorry for you," she began. She shook her head. "I hate your fucking guts, and you actually let me handcuff you. Not only that, you're completely naked, spreadeagled and completely at my mercy. I can torture you any way my heart desires. I could kill you if I wanted to."

She leaned closer and began fondling my aching testicles. "Or," she whispered in my ear, "I could do even worse."

She looked in my eyes and said with a smirk, "I could even castrate you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I started to speak, and then there was a knock at the door.

"Shh," Carolyn whisperd, squeezing my balls, and went to answer the door.

In walked her friend Tracy, another girl from the office.

Now, these two were a study in contrast. Tracy was a stunning brunette with a killer body and one of those incredibly beautiful faces that make you want to fuck until your dick falls off. She looked at me and doubled over with laughter.

"He looks real nice up there, Carolyn," she said. "Have you explained the evening's itinerary to him?"

"Not yet," Carolyn laughed. "I was waiting for you."

Now the two of them are standing before me.

"Okay, Jack, here's the deal," Carolyn said. "I wanted to kill you, but Tracy had a better idea."

Tracy smiled sweetly.

"Tracy," Carolyn continued, "said I should castrate you instead. So we thought about it, and we decided that we'd cut your dick off. That way you'll suffer even more. For the rest of your pathetic life, your balls will be telling you to get laid, but you won't have a cock to do it with.

"So that's what I'm going to do," Carolyn said. "I'm going to cut off your cock."

"I don't believe it," I stammered.

This time they both laughed. "Oh, you'd better believe it," Carolyn said, then grabbed my cock in her warm hand and looked right in my eyes.

"Read my lips, stupid," she hissed. "I'm going to CUT OFF your COCK."

"But first," Tracy chimed in, "we're going to have some fun. Nothing personal, Jack, but I've always wanted to torture a man, and you just happen to be the one."

As I looked on in stunned horror, the two of them began taking off their clothes. Tracy was even more beautiful naked than I had ever dared imagine. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

"Because we feel like it," Tracy said, and then Carolyn held up a short, leather quirt.

"Oh, man," Tracy exclaimed, "this is fucking great!"

Carolyn picked up their panties and scrunched them into a ball. She shoved them in my mouth, then plastered duct tape across my face.

"Can I whip him?" Tracy asked gleefully.

"Sure," Carolyn laughed. She handed her the whip. "Just remember that I get to castrate him."

Tracy stroked the whip and grinned at me evilly.

"This is gonna happen, Jack, and there's nothing you can do about it," she said. "So you might as well accept it. But I'll make you a promise. You be a good boy and co-operate, and I'll give you one last good come."

I stared at her beautiful mouth, wide-eyed.

"I'm one of the best cocksuckers in the world. You behave, and I'll give you the blowjob of a lifetime -- right before Carolyn castrates you."

"That's right," Carolyn nodded. "You'll know exactly when I'm going to cut your dick off. Right after you've come, and before you lose your erection. I want to cut you while you're hard, so I'll get all of you."

Tracy moved behind me and slashed the whip into my ass. It felt like a branding iron.

As Carolyn stood and watched, Tracy beat me unmercifully. My ass, my inner thighs, my doomed cock, all were the targets of her cruel whip. I was crying like a baby long before she finished.

Tracy began bringing the whip up in an underhanded stroke that cracked right into my aching testicles, and my mind reeled in a whole new world of pain.

Tiring at last, she threw the whip onto the couch and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look into her cruel brown eyes.

"Now you're going to worship my ass," she announced.

Carolyn unhooked my handcuffs, ripped off the duct tape, pulled out the sodden mass of their panties and pushed me to the floor.

"If you say one fucking word, Jack," she warned me, "I'll roast your balls with a cigarette lighter."

Tracy got on her hands and knees, buns-up kneeling, and Carolyn pushed my face into her splayed backside.

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Tracy snarled, and Carolyn gave my balls a cruel squeeze.

I extended my tongue into Tracy's light brown anus.

While Tracy masturbated, I worshipped her butt like a true slave, licking and sucking her winking asshole. Finally, she orgasmed, and collapsed on the floor, laughing. Her lovely pink pussy was right under my nose.

"Whew," she said. "Not bad at all."

Carolyn hoisted me to my feet and, with Tracy's help, again hooked the handcuffs to the eye-bolt in the door-frame and stuffed the gag back into my mouth. Then Tracy grabbed me by the balls.

"That wasn't a bad orgasm, Jack, and I haven't forgotten my promise," she said.

While Carolyn watched, bemused, Tracy dropped to her knees and took my penis into her warm, wet mouth. Instantly, despite my predicament, I was hard as a rock.

Tracy hadn't exaggerated. It was the best blowjob of my life. She licked and sucked, and stroked me with her hand as she took my testicles into her mouth.

In no time, I felt an unstoppable orgasm stirring in my loins. Tracy felt it, too.

My cock popped out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound. She looked up at Carolyn.

"He's almost there," she said. "Get ready."

"I am," Carolyn said, tapping the blade of a knife against her open palm.

Suddenly, what was about to happen crashed in on me, and I totally panicked! I thrashed against my bonds and bucked my hips, trying to pull my cock away from Tracy, cursing her behind the makeshift gag.

But it was no use. Eventually I succumbed. Her mouth was too warm, and my need was too great, and I thrust into her, wanting only to come one last time, no matter what happened.

I came in the most powerful orgasm I have ever felt. I seemed to squirt forever, and Tracy took it all.

When I had finished, she sat back, wiping her mouth.

A warm glow began suffusing my body. It vanished as Carolyn grasped my still-dribbling penis, and I felt the coldness of steel at the base.

"This is it, Jack," she said to me. "Say good-bye to your dick."

She began sawing with her knife. My brain howled in agony.

Carolyn castrated me with a serrated steak knife that wasn't too sharp, and she took her time about it. She sawed and sawed as I struggled and screamed helplessly.

Finally, she held the bloody stump of my penis up to my face.

"Dickless," she whispered, and then trotted down the hall to the bathroom. I heard the sound of a toilet flushing.

Tracy held a wet cloth against my groin, and then Carolyn pressed a red-hot butter knife into the open wound, cauterizing it.

I passed out, finally.

I came to in the emergency room of Oshawa General Hospital. By the time I was released, Carolyn and Tracy had moved out of town leaving no forwarding addresses.

After all these years, I am sure that the memory of my torture, humiliation and castration fuels their lesbian passion.

And that, as they say, is that.

THE END