In my profession I have worked with several women ranging in age from 26 to 55. I developed a great relationship with two of these women and we became fast friends. Maryann was the older of the two, but at 35 she was still a real knockout. Being married, she made it clear that she was not interested in developing an intimate relationship, still we were close. Maryann revealed a lot of personal things with me, her serious financial problems, her inability to conceive, her problems with her husband; I listened and felt empowered that she allowed me to be her confidant. At the same time, my castration desire raged on. Several times I wanted to tell her, to confess, to reveal my hidden desire, but I couldn’t. Then one day a sex offender attacked a poor little girl. It was a hot topic and Maryann made a statement that caught me off guard. She said about this sex offender, "He needs to have his balls cut off. I’d do it if they’d let me. If a man can’t control himself sexually, he needs to be castrated. I wish I had the opportunity, it’d be pure pleasure for me." "Really," I said questioningly. "Sure," she said. "For a few summers when I was a teenager, I helped my Aunt in her veterinary office, I helped her neuter a lot of dogs & cats. It’s not much different for men, only their balls are bigger." "Wow," was all I could say. That night I thought about what Maryann said and came to the conclusion that she just might be willing to take my balls from me. I began to scheme and plan out how I might accomplish this and then one day Maryann told me that she might lose her home if she couldn’t come up with two thousand dollars to pay her mortgage and taxes. She had already missed one payment and she was desperate. She complained about her husband, calling him a jerk, blaming him for the fiasco. Then she asked me if she could borrow the money from me. Wheels began to turn and I thought, "It’s now or never!" I asked her if we could talk in private and so we went outside and sat down. I said to her, Maryann, I consider you a very close friend and I’m willing to help you if you’ll help me. In fact, I won’t lend you the money, but I’ll give it to you if you’ll help me. I had her attention and she shouted out, "Oh anything, anything! I consider you a close friend too and I’ll do anything to help you." That was it, the hook was set. "Alright I said, but please hear me out before you say anything." "Sure, sure," she said. Looking her straight in the eyes, I told her my story with a little adjustment to ensure her participation. "Maryann, I’ve got an extremely high sexual desire that’s driving me crazy. I can hardly control it anymore and I’m afraid of doing something that will ruin my life forever as well as the lives of others. The only way that I know of that can stop these raging sexual desires is to have my testosterone lowered and the only way to achieve that totally is to have my balls removed and I want you to help me remove them." Maryann was in shock, this wasn’t what she expected. Before she could answer I told her that if she helped me to remove them, I’d give her the two thousand dollars that she needed. I threw in that it wouldn’t be a loan, but a thank you for her help. Finally, after a prolonged silence, she said, "I’ve always wanted to castrate a man, but I never ever thought a man would actually ask for my help in doing it. This is too good to be true. Sure I’ll help you, when do you want to do it?" That was a good question. "Was I ready?" Throwing caution to the wind, I told her, as soon as possible, even tonight. Better to do it while I have the nerve then to wait any longer. "Well," Maryann replied, "I don’t have the instruments and what will we do for pain?" Looking at her I said, "I’ve been planning this for years. I’ve got all the things that we’ll need. You won’t have to do anything but squeeze some handles together. Let’s do it tonight." "Tonight is great," Maryann replied. "My husband is out of town for the next week." So we set the time and after work I raced home to get my "burdizzo, emla cream, pruning shears, and etc."

When I arrived, Maryann met me at the door in her bathrobe. I thought this was a little strange, but she invited me outback and there was a beautiful deck, complete with hot tub. Maryann took my stuff and threw off her robe, revealing the body that I had always dreamed about. This time I was stunned. Then with out speaking she took off all my clothes and invited me into the hot tub. Finally she said, "I want you to be completely comfortable and relaxed before we do this. I don’t want to hurry either, I’ll probably never get another chance to castrate a man. Besides the hot water will make your balls hang low and then they’ll be easier to remove." Boy was she right about that. We talked for over an hour and then finally she said, "Let’s see if you’re ready?" I stood up and sure enough, my balls were hanging way down. Maryann looked at my cock and though it was flaccid, she soon made it stand up, just by blowing on it. "I like your scrotum ring, it’s awfully large, when did you get it pierced." I told her a year ago and again she said, "Nice." Then she put her hands over her face, giggling as my rod rose to the occasion. "Nice instrument, can I try it out before we go to work?" I didn’t answer her. She stood up and again I saw her body in all it’s glory. Her breasts were large and round, each nipple was pierced with a small ring, a red heart decorated her left breast. My eyes moved down to her mons and vagina. Without hesitating, she hopped up on the edge of the hot tub and spread her legs. Her labia’s had both been pierced several times with at least a dozen rings that glittered in the light. I wanted her bad and I’m sure I was drooling. She stood up and reached her arms around me, pressing her heavy breasts tight against my chest. I almost lost my load immediately. Thankfully I was able to control things, but then she lifted herself up, stepping on her tip toes, with her hand she guided my cock into herself. Slowly she ground herself down onto my shaft, finally bottoming out. Then she went to work and I was ecstasy.  Before I could stop myself I was flooding her with my jism. I started to apologize, but she stopped me, saying, "It’s alright, it’s what I wanted to do for you." I sat down in the hot water and after awhile I composed myself. Finally Maryann said, "Alright now, it’s time to get this done. Show me how to do it?" "Get the "Emla Cream" and put on those rubber gloves," I told her. "Now, rub the cream all over my scrotum, it’ll numb things a great deal." Maryann went to work, but she couldn’t resist rubbing it up and down my shaft, giggling. It’ll take awhile for things to numb, so we’ve got to wait. While we waited we talked and I gave Maryann the two thousand dollars for helping me. She was really appreciative and told me that she’d help me and cover for me if there were any problems related to my castration. Then she asked me a question I hadn’t thought about, "What was I going to do with my scrotum and balls?" I told her that I didn’t know and she suggested that she keep them for me until I decide. She said she’d keep them in her freezer for me until I decided. I told her that that was a great idea. Finally she said, do you think they’re numb yet? "Let’s find out," I replied. Pinch my scrotum and I’ll tell you if I feel any pain. So she pinched, and nothing. "What about your balls?" she asked. "Well," I told her, "The emla cream has difficulty penetrating them, but they should be a little numb, why don’t you squeeze them." So she did. I could feel it, but not much. So I said, "I can’t feel much, they’re ready!" "Great," she replied. I took the elastrator tool and put a green rubber band on it. Maryann said, "I’ve used this before, when we’d go out to the farms." So she took it from me and squeezed it open. She looked at me in the eyes and grabbed my balls. Still looking me in the eyes, she took the elastrator and pushed my balls through, one at a time. Finally she looked down and said, "That’s as high as it’ll go." Then she pushed the band off of the tines and it snapped in place. "Can you feel any pain?" she asked. "Yes," but just a little. I want you to put several more under the first one, to hold things in place. So Maryann did exactly that, putting a total of four little green bands around my scrotum. Then she asked me, "Is that good?" "Yes," I replied. She smiled and asked, "O.K. now what, do we wait?" "No," I said. Get the pruning shears and the alcohol. Then I told her to rub the alcohol all over the shears, but to be careful because they were extremely sharp. Finally she said, "O.K. all done." Then I instructed her on what to do. I put the tips of the shears around the compressed neck of my scrotum, under the last band and I told her to gently squeeze the handles until they were almost closed." "There," that’s the place I said. "Do you have a bowl that we can catch them in?" I asked her. "Better then that," she yelled, and oft she ran into her house. She came out a minute later with a large crystal goblet. I was sitting on the edge of a chair and she guess-timated where my balls would fall. Then she said , "I’m ready!" "O.K." I told her, but give me one more minute. Maryann then gave me a description of my ball sack. "It's turning purple and it looks a little like a big plum." I leaned my head back and took a deep breath, O.K. Maryann I said, "Do me quickly." I felt her position the blades into place around my balls and scrotum, then she asked me to look up. When I did, I looked right into her beautiful eyes, then with one quick motion, she closed the handles. I jumped and doubled over,she had done it.  She cut my balls off. 

Maryann fell down in my lap, panting and gasping. I felt her quiver & tremble a few times. We stayed like this for a few minutes. Finally she got a chair and sat down. "Wow! I never expected that. I’ve never climaxed like that, never! It was as if something gripped my clitoris and made it explode. Whew!" Finally she said, "Oh my gosh, I castrated you! I really did it. I castrated you! You’ve been neutered. Are you all right?" "I don’t feel to bad," I told her. Then she reached underneath me and pulled out the goblet. Smiling she said, "Missing anything?"  I looked down between my legs and all that remained were a few rings, tightly holding my remaining scrotum together.  Maryann reached under me and picked up the goblet.
Reaching with her hand, she picked up my scrotum by the ring and holding it over the goblet, she let it drain. She set the goblet down and pushed my scrotum inside out. Then she picked up my balls and swayed them slowly over the goblet. Maryann took them inside the house and when she came back she explained why. She had washed them off, rinsing away the blood. Then she showed them to me again. "Can I keep the ring that was in your scrotum?" "Sure," I said, but you’ll have to cut it out. "No problem." Maryann reached under the grill and brought out a steak knife. She laid my scrotum on a cutting board and slowly cut through it, until the large ring came free. Then she reached down to her labia and removed one of her labia rings. She took my larger scrotum ring and with some effort, pushed it through the hole, screwing it fast. "Now I’ll have something to remember my castration by." It looked great and I was drooling again. "Maryann then asked me a question." "Is it wrong to have sex with a eunuch if you’re married?" "No, it’s not wrong and I want too!" You can’t impregnate me, you have no balls. In fact, I have your balls! She was delirious and off the chart, she attacked me and forced me to screw her. She kept calling me her eunuch, her delicious castrated eunuch. After a few minutes she was riding me hard and then she exploded and drove her nails deep into me. Maryann was like a wild animal, possessed by some primeval urge. I saw her reach for the goblet, she took out my balls and stuffed them into her mouth. That made her even more wild, I started to fight against her, but she punched me and held me down. All of a sudden she started quivering again and her whole body started to tremble. I looked at her and she looked at me and her eyes were on fire. Then she titled her head back and with one gulp, she swallowed my balls whole. I watched them slide down her throat. She rolled off of me and she laid on the ground twitching. She pulled on her nipple then her clitoris, which was large and hard. I couldn’t do anything but wait. When she came out of her trance like condition. She apologized over and over. She said she was sorry for swallowing my balls. I told her it was all right and that I was happy that she had castrated me. My balls were part of her reward. As for my scrotum, she kept that too, as a reminder of her accomplishment. The moral of the story: If you find a desperate woman who’s in need of financial assistance, who knows if you might not be able to enlist her services. Happy hunting!