But eventually I knew that I needed to look for more than just sex in a lasting relationship. I found that perfect woman. Jane was beautiful, smart and outgoing, with an independent, sure-of-herself attitude that immediately appealed to me. I was hooked on the first date.

On the second date, Jane told me that sex wasn’t all that important to her. She told me upfront not to expect too much in the way of sex. I was crestfallen. Why was she trying to discourage me? I would no longer have sex on demand or any kind of kinky sex anymore if I stayed with her. Maybe she would eventually come around, I told myself.

Somewhat later, Jane grabbed my balls one time during lovemaking and playfully said, “Rob, if it weren’t for these, everything would be perfect”. While dating Jane, I occasionally thought about all the great sex I was missing but my brain said, “Don’t be a fool; this is the person for you. Don’t lose her”.

Whenever I complained about our lack of lovemaking, Jane would say, “Find someone else”. Eventually, she trained me into becoming a submissive boyfriend and eventual husband.

And so the years progressed. We had our careers, bought a house together and raised several beautiful children. During the delivery of our first child, Jane pointed to my crotch and demanded, “Rob, when this is over, I want you to go downstairs and have those things chopped off!”

All this time, I remained a horny bugger but my career and family helped to keep my sexual urges under control. “I don’t know, Rob. We had our kids. I don’t know why we need to have sex anymore”, Jane sometimes said to me, half seriously, or “We just made love”, when I would ask for it.

Then the kids grew up and moved away. The house was empty except for Jane and me and I was ready for all the lovemaking that I missed during those previous years of denial.

Jane wasn’t. For one thing, she had been through menopause and, if anything, sex was even less important to her now. It was either a divorce or my doing something about controlling my horniness, she told me.

In frustration, I mentioned castration to her and Jane replied that it seemed to be a bit drastic but if I was willing to consider it that it would be OK with her too. We looked into chemical castration for me as a temporary step to try it out. We became more sexually compatible. I could still have sex with Jane but she was now more in control. When making love, she seemed to enjoy it more. And I didn’t miss sex all the time, like before.

After a year, we both knew that it was time to make it permanent. Having been chemically castrated for a year, and with my wife’s approval, we were able to find an experienced doctor willing to perform the operation. In a simple procedure, he removed my testicles through an incision in my sack, while Jane waited for me in the anteroom.

That was three months ago. I went though a healing process but really didn’t experience anything new or different than when I was chemically castrated. Long before, I began taking care of my health and watched for anything that I couldn’t handle. I felt good then and I still do now. My ability to make love to Jane, while still as diminished as before, is still there. Jane knows that I love her and that I will never leave her for another woman, but she always knew that, ever since our first date.