Jealous Husband Castrates a Whipped Submissive

From time to time I have a need to be submissive and to be whipped. While I have paid professional dominatrix many times, usually my long time girl friend is happy to accommodate my needs and to take the cash tribute. Unfortunately she was going out of town for several weeks and would not be available. She suggested a woman she had met at her club. Apparently they had talked about my kinky side at lunch and Pam’s new friend, Barbara indicated she would enjoy whipping a man. Pam set it up, all I had to do was to show up and be submissive.

I arrived for the appointment a little early, as I was anxious about someone new. When a large man answered the door I thought I had the wrong address. No he said, come in my wife is expecting you. He led me through their large house while talking about how his wife wanted to whip him, but he is not into that stuff. When we reached a large exercise room we stopped. He talked about his wife’s obsession with whips and made it clear that there would be no sexual contact or he would use a whip on me. I stood silently not wanting to irritate this powerful looking fellow.

I was relieved when his wife entered the room. She was beautiful. Her dominatrix outfit was outstanding. High heels at the end of long legs, a tiny black g-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, creamy colored breasts covered in a see-through top that left little to the imagination. The muscles in her arms were well defined and her tight, toned tummy clearly advertised a woman that took care of herself. I continued to say nothing and tried to avert my eyes. She asked her husband to leave, saying he agreed she could whip a man as long as it was not him. He said he still didn’t like it and thought the whole thing was perverse. They argued and shouted at each other until he finally left. Once he was gone, she introduced herself and apologized for her jealous husband. She said to thank Pam for lending me for her use. She had a strong desire to whip a man, it would satisfy a long held fantasy. Barbara needed to tie me down or her husband would object and Pam indicated I wouldn’t mind being naked. She ordered me to strip. Once naked, she saw my erection and said she could see that I was looking forward to the evening’s activities. She had me bend over a piece of exercise equipment and attached leather straps to my hands and feet, securing them with small locks. Bent over with my feet pulled apart, my bottom was fully exposed, as were my cock and balls. No gag, she wanted to hear me cry out. No blindfold either, she enjoyed being looked at her. If she got warm from all the exercise she said would have to take off her top and maybe her g-string. Clearly, she was really getting into the scene.

She brought out her collection of whips and crops. I was surprised. They were expensive and wicked. These toys were for severe use only and could inflict real damage. I was not expecting such things and did not want to have permanent scars. I was expecting welts and bruises, not cuts and blood. I asked her to please take it easy on me. I was trying to be serious and she thought it was just to make it more enjoyable for her. Besides my girlfriend and an ex-wife, professional dominatrix had always whipped me. They knew what they were doing. I was very concerned about what I had gotten myself into.

I was also worried that more than my butt was going to receive a beating. I started to ask that she avoid hitting my balls, only to receive a sharp cut of her whip across my bottom and more directly across my ball sack. I bucked and pulled at the restraints to no avail. She said she was going to whip whatever she cared to. She was really getting into inflicting pain.

With that the whipping began in earnest. The first whip was a short tail. She used her strength to cut into my skin. Twelve strokes in quick succession. My screams seemed to encourage her to cut into my ass more deeply. Following the twelfth stroke she stopped and asked me if she was doing it right. I begged her to stop. This was too intense. There was no way that my endorphins would get a chance to flow and mask the pain. She picked up a cat with metal barbs in the end of each tail. Again she struck me over and over. After the twelfth stroke she stopped again. My ass burned with pain. She took off the little top and then the g-string. Naked now, except for her heels, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, forcing my face into her pussy. She was so excited she was dripping. She said nothing had ever excited her she as much as cutting into my butt with her whip. I could feel the warm blood dripping down my legs and had her pussy juice dripping from my face. If the pain had not been so intense, I would have been in heaven.

It was then that her husband came back into the room. He was angry. He charged at her, shouting for her to stop. His wife said he was not welcome unless he wanted to take my place. He became physical with her and pushed her to the floor. He stood over her and asked how she would feel if he put his dick in my face. She told him to go right ahead.

The next thing I knew a stiff cock was being forced down my throat. Barbara got up and started to whip me again. Each time he thrust into my mouth she cut my cheeks with her whip. I tried not to bite down but suddenly I heard her husband yelp. He was angry and said he was going to fuck me good. He forced his large cock up my rear opening. Slamming into me a dozen times before he shot his load deep into my butt. Falling forward on me, he rested for several minutes until his wife said she couldn’t wait to tell her friends how he butt fucked another man. He was enraged, and they engaged in another heated argument until he left. He returned with a knife saying I was not a man and he could prove it. I heard Barbara shout at him to stop, but it was too late. He grabbed my scrotum and with a single slice of his knife, cut my balls cleanly from my body. Intense pain shot through me. I screamed and jerked repeatedly, unable to escape. He threw the severed sack and balls at his wife, saying that I was no man, real men had balls, then he left.

Barbara released me and wrapped me in a blanket. She drove to a friend’s house, a doctor. The he stitched up and gave me painkillers. Barbara’s friend wanted to take me to a hospital but finally decided that the damage was done. Barbara took me back to her house.

Barbara’s husband moved out after she threatened to cut his balls off. Pam was outraged at Barbara and later at me. She wanted nothing to do with either of us. Barbara continued to care for me. She used her whips to motivate me in daily physical workouts. I lost twenty pounds and my body became as toned as Barbara’s. I have learned to obey her and please her. I am now more submissive than ever and she often whips me as a show for others and I never have to worry about her hitting my balls.