Lucy was something else. I never knew she was a whore before we got married, it was something I learned much later. Years went by and I never had a clue, but I never could understand why she always so hard on me. I thought I was the head but she slowly took over the show, she loved fights, loved driving me mad…and I always ended up caving in for the sake of love.

The power she had over me was huge, largely because she had a lovely body, big tits, round bum, slim waist and when she allowed me to fuck her, she played various games, but when she was done with each game, she turned off as if ‘time was up’, almost as if you were a client. So one was always left feeling satisfied by way of coming but not by way of being the master, you always felt like a doggy.

One day she said she wanted a part time cleaning job for the money. Then she said she wanted to go out to meet a girlfriend that she had recently befriended. So often she ended up being out but the rows persisted and several times I had to run away from my own home. I then stayed away for months believing this would make her yield to her man. And it seemed to work.

One evening she called me and asked me to come over for a talk. I came to the front door and she opened it wearing a see through nighty, her big tits showing and her pussy fur was visible as a shadow. She put her arms around me, kissed me and then said, come with me.

I loved my cock, it was large and got hard at the drop of a hat. When we had sex she’d look at me and call me cock boy. She seemed to love the cock. There was a time a year before that she took me through the city park at night by the cock. She pulled out my stiffy and grabbed it and used it as a leash to drag me through town to a look out point. I was on her leash for over an hour. Then at the look out point overlooking the town she lifted her dress to show she was wearing no undies and began to pee standing. What a thrilling site. She then turned around, bent over the look out railing so that I could she her pouting lips in the moonlight, “go on then, fuck me from behind.”

Later as we walked back to the car, she remarked how my cum was pleasantly dripping along her legs. With this memory in mind, I was once again her slave. But little was I to know how much of a slave I was about to become.

Once in the bedroom, Lucy dropped the flimsy nighty and asked, “do you like what you see?”

Her eyes had an evil look in them and she took my cock and said, “get undressed and lay down.”

Soon I was laying down and she came on all fours over me offering her huge tits to my mouth to suck. Then she moved herself down to position her mouth over my cock. She sucked and then stopped to look me straight in the eyes and said with a devilish smile, “I could really do a lot of damage to you if I wanted to.”

“Do I look frightened?”

“No but you should be.”

“Do your best, my dick is tough.”

“We’ll see one day.”

That sort of danger talk that threatened my huge cock always made it harder and the idea of her killing my cock somehow always made me come.

That night I went back to my flat wondering what her next move would be.

Her next move came soon, it was her pleading me to return home and that I could be her master. The idea was pleasing but not thrilling. Why, because men a mixed up creatures, we love to be the boss yet we wish to be dominated and humiliated by women at the same time.

So I agreed to return home only if she behaved nice to me. She was nice but her work was of odd hours, out at nights and not coming home till dawn. One evening I decided to follow her unbeknown to her. As I stop behind a wall on the other side of her work place, I could see her greeting men in every so often, she’d lead them from their cars by hand, sometimes kissing them and then going in to the building. Half an hour later she’d emerge with the man and they’d part. No sooner had he driven off and another car pulled up and the same thing happened again, that one evening up to 8 times. She was a hooker and man, she must be fucking away big time. I guess that she must have been fucked by 30 guys a week. Whilst I was only allowed to fuck her once a week, the rest of the week, every man that wanted to, fucked my wife and I was alone in bed left wanking myself to sleep. Weeks went by, and my anger grew yet so to my amount of wanking. I wanked madly because it turned my fucking cock on to know that it was left high and dry whilst other cocks pounded Lucy’s meat pocked, it being creamed up to 8 times a night! It was a huge turn on to know this and to be so tricked by such a fucking sexy whore!!! She got fucked by real men, and I was her wanker husband, I was cuckold, time and again.

The trouble was, I pretended to be a man and one day I told her that I found out that she was a whore. My temper got the best of me and I said, right, I’m moving into the garage.

Well months went by and she brought the men home since then. So there I was in the garage wanking and men were in my bed fucking my wife… yes I wanked over the idea and come imagining her say to them, “Fuck me.” And her clients laughing at coming in her knowing that her husband was a wanker.

I realized that my balls were the problem, they never had that something that made me man enough to take charge, but they made me man enough to want sex and to be willing to do anything to have it with Lucy, even if it means to be cuckold. So I realized, they were the problem and they had to go. Weeks went by as I wanked to the memory of her saying how much damage she could do to my cock, and each time I shot my load, it was shot to the fantasy at the point she cut my balls off.

Imagine my delight when after she had just finished with one of her black clients, that she came to the garage one night and knocked on the door. I opened it and she lifted her skirt and said, “Look, that is sperm dripping down my legs, remember how it was once your sperm? Well this lovely juice is from that black guy that just left. Go on put your hands over his seed and rub it back into my pink puss.” What a brazen slut! But I obeyed and my cock was aching, so much so that it wanted me to lick her cum filled puss. With my face still sticky she told me to stand up, then she unzipped my pants took my stiffy and like a doggy lead me to the house.

Once inside, she had the kitchen table laid out like an operating table. She said, lets play a game. She gave me a glass of wine and stunned at the whole set of that evening’s events, I willing let her tell me what to do. Soon after taking the wine I felt dizzy, the whore had drugged me, but not enough to fall asleep. Soon I was on the table naked and on my back with enough pillows under my head to see what she was about to do next.

She took off all her clothes, then washed her hands and put on surgical gloves. “You see hubby, I said I could do you a lot of damage and you wanted me to, remember.”

“But it was a game.” I said have dazed.

“Some games are more real than others, and let’s face it, the cause of all your frustration lies in your balls.”

“So you want then cut off?”

“You do, be honest, that’s what wankers dream of.”

Fuck, that whore had me all worked out… as always.

“I know a doctor and he taught me how to castrate, I only practiced on dummies and even fruit, but never on a man, and what better man to de-sex than a wanker of a hubby.”

My stupid 8 inch cock seemed to like the idea…as always! Fucking dumb cock, didn’t it realize that it was going to be as good as killed, yet my mind was repeating the words, “yes Lucy, kill my cock, kill my cock.”.

She then brought her tits close to my face and looked down at me and said, “but I want you permission, tell me, let me hear you say, castrate me, and say it with feeling my love.”

How could I resist, it sounded so good, the game was perfect.

“Yes Lucy, castrate me… castrate me my love… eat my balls… cook them… let your black fuck stud eat them …” I began saying things I never thought I’d say, I must have been delirious. She then kissed me and said, watch how I cut you manhood away my cock boy.

She shaved all my hair away. Then a few well placed jabs into the scrotum, one being a little deep, my ball area became numb. She dried the scrotum and with a special pen marked where she was about to cut. “This technique is the least bloody and quickest to heal.” Then she made a neat cut along the line, very little blood came out. She then squeezed one of the balls out, at first it didn’t seem to go, then suddenly it eased out and she pulled it away from my body, I was amazed how much cord attached it to me. Then she looked at it and said, “its seed can still shoot through your dick, see these snippers? Once snipped, that ball will no longer be of any good to you, should I snip it?”

“Yes let me see you snip my ball of.”

She smiled and proceeded to snipp it off. Then, as if I had given birth to a baby she lovingly took it to me and laid it on my chest. The next ball was to undergo they same treatment. Soon I was the proud father of twins. Two balls on my chest. Whilst I admired them she sewed me up. She then took the balls and popped them into a pickling jar and said, “Your wanking days are over, I’ll keep these above my bed.”

Lucy never stopped whoring, men came and went and fucked her under the shelf where she kept my balls. My 8 inch cock has shriveled up and peeing is a bit of a pain but my problems are over, never more confused as who is the boss, me or Lucy… she is the boss. There are no more arguments, I do as I’m told, she makes lots of money, I can buy what I want as long as I do all the house work and help her do her work. We have the perfect marriage since I’ve been neutered.