La Crucifems, Part 5

My next memory is somewhat hazy. I remember awakening in the same bed as before, which was in Gloria's guest bedroom. The covers had been thrown back, exposing my nakedness to the world. My wife was sitting at the foot of the bed, holding my ankles widespread, and another woman was sitting beside me on the bed, and her hands were busy with my genitals. I at first feared that my torture was being continued, but then Chrissy noticed that I was awake, and spoke to me.

"Hi lover. How're you feeling? This is Joanna, a friend of Gloria's and mine. She's a doctor, and comes here quite a bit to see what she can do with the men that we've had downstairs."

Joanna looked at me and smiled. "It looks like the girls pretty well put you through the wringer down there. Right?"

Chrissy laughed and said, "No. We didn't use a wringer this time, but it sounds interesting for the next session." Both of the women seemed to think this quite amusing, and laughed again.

My wife explained that the reason I couldn't feel anything in my crotch was because Joanna had given me a shot of pain killer there, and was now sterilizing and dressing my wounds.

The doctor said, "It looks like there's a fair chance of recovery. He may be able to get a hard on again in a few years." She and Chrissy again broke into peals of laughter. My wife explained their amusement by telling me that Joanna had said that, given my quick recovery from the first session, I should be up and around in about a week, and able to return to work with the start of the school session after Spring Break. I was glad to hear that, but couldn't help but think that the damage done to my manhood last night might have some lasting effects.

Joanna said, "There is one other thing, though. The next time you want to heat the nails, be sure to get them red hot to kill any germs. I think I got the wounds pretty well cleaned out, so he probably won't get infected. If he does, just bring him to the office and I'll cut off the infected parts." More laughter.

"Gloria and I have been working on that. She thinks she knows a way that will allow the nails to get red hot, but still let us hold them in place. If we get the solution worked out, you can come watch."

"I'd like that. I did my husband once with a red-hot ice pick, and it really turned me on. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the equipment for me to work on any more, so I haven't been able to do it again." Again the two women laughed enjoyably.

I began to drift off again, and remember sleepily listening to their conversation about other men who had been treated in this same bed. The last thing I recall was Joanna saying that many men would have been completely destroyed by what had been done to me, and Chrissy replying that I was the bravest man she had ever known, and how much she loved me because of it. As I sank into sleep, I was gratified that I had pleased my wife.

When I next awoke, I was in my own bed at home. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, and saw that the time was about 6:00 pm, and the date was three days after the day we had left for Gloria's basement. That meant that I had slept straight through after waking in the guest room bed. No one else was in the room at the time, so I threw back the bedding in order to see what my cock and balls looked like. I couldn't see much, since both areas were bandaged. I could also see that a catheter had been inserted in my penis, and ran to a plastic bag on the floor beside the bed. The throbbing pain in my crotch told me that the things there were still alive.

Just then, the bedroom door opened and my wife walked in. She greeted me, and said that she had just now returned from work. "How are you feeling lover? Still a little bit sore?"

I said that I was pretty sore, but thought that I'd be okay in a few days. She said, "Joanna gave me some pain pills that you can use if it's more than you can stand. I told her that you had a pretty high threshold of pain, and might not need them. How about it?"

"No. I think I can get along without them for now." In truth, the "only" pain I felt by this time was in my cock and balls. The pain I had felt in the rest of my body had been due to muscle strain, and that had almost gone away by now. Chrissy then indicated two bottles of pills on the nightstand, along with a glass of water. "If you wake up and want something for the pain, take one of these yellow pills. I gave you one last night, but I think you were too much asleep to even know what I was doing. I've also been giving you these pink pills. Joanna said they'd keep you from getting an erection. She thinks if you get one too soon, the holes in your dick will spray blood all over. Wouldn't that be awful, though?"

Chrissy then said, "Well, I need to get this catheter out of your dick. Joanna said that once you were well enough to get to the bathroom, you'd no longer need it. How about it?"

I told her that I thought I could make it to the bathroom on my own. She then took my aching cock in her left hand, and began to slowly pull out the tube with her right. At first I thought that the thing had grown to my flesh, and that she was pulling out my intestines. As she pulled more strongly on the catheter, it began to slide out of my cock, and soon she had the whole thing removed. She then took the tube and bag to the adjoining bathroom and emptied it.

"Why don't you rest for a little while, and I'll go heat up something for your dinner. You're probably not real hungry, but you should try to eat a little bit anyway." As she walked out the door, I lay back on the pillow and tried to review what had happened to me on Friday night. I remembered everything that the two women had done to me, but I found it difficult to recall exactly just what the pain had felt like. I had read once that it was difficult for a person to remember pain in any detail, other than just as discomfort, and now felt that to be true.

About half an hour later, Chrissy came back carrying a tray with soup and crackers on it, and a fresh glass of water for me to drink. She helped my sit up in bed, then held the tray on my lap as I spooned up the soup.

"Do you feel like talking about it yet?", she asked. "Sure, that would be fine", I replied.

She said that she was really sorry about all the horrible things that she and Gloria had done to me, and wouldn't blame me for hating her. I quickly reassured her that it was in no way her fault that I had been tortured, and that I had gone to the basement willingly, and would do so again whenever she wanted me to.

"Really? You mean you'd let us do that to you again? Do you mean it?"

"Yes, all that and more, if you want to. I know now that I need the pain just as much as you need to give it to me. Even when I was screaming in agony, I was wanting you to keep doing it."

"Gloria and I told Joanna that you were one in a million, and when I tell her what you just said, she'll have to believe it. No wife in the world could have a husband as good as you. We're a perfect match, don't you think?"

I told her that I couldn't imagine having any other woman as a wife, and that she was everything any man could want. I told her how much I loved her, and that I felt as if my love for her increased with every whip stroke she gave me.

She then told me that she felt the same way about me, and that her love for me also grew with every nail she drove into my genitals, and every touch of the cigarette.

After I had finished the soup and crackers, she said that she wanted me to take one of the pain pills even if I thought I didn't need it. She said it would help me to sleep through the night, and heal more quickly. "I want you back in torturing condition just as soon as possible, lover", she said as she gave me the pill and the glass of water. I quickly swallowed the pill, and she kissed me, said good night, and left the room. As I drifted off to sleep, I again thought of how very lucky I was to have her as my wife.

It took another five days of mostly bed rest before I was able to get around the house. One week to the day after the second session, Chrissy again began to sleep in the bed with me. She had been staying in the guest bedroom in order to allow me to rest better.

As we were drifting off to sleep that night, Chrissy turned to me and asked, "Do you remember Joanna and I talking while she was dressing your wounds?" I said that I remembered them talking, but didn't have much recollection of what was said.

"We were talking about a women's club here in town that both she and Gloria belong to. Joanna has been a member for several years, and when an opening came up three years ago, she saw to it that an invitation was extended to Gloria to join. Gloria has told me about the meetings, and it's the kind of club that really appeals to me."

This was strange, since Chrissy had never been a joiner. She once said that she had joined a club in high school, but was so put off by the idiots in it that she quit and never joined another. I asked her, "What's the club?"

"The name is 'La Crucifems'. Can you guess what they do at their meetings?"

I didn't speak any foreign languages, but was certainly able to deduce the nature of the club, both from the name and from my wife's obsession with crucifixion. "You mean they crucify people?", I asked.

"Well, not people in the broad sense of the word. Just men. All the members are women. The meetings are held on the last Saturday night of each month. There are eleven members, and they take turns bringing a man to provide the entertainment, if you know what I mean."

I did indeed know what she meant, and was immediately conscious of a thrill in my abdomen. The pills Joanna had prescribed were working quite well, and I couldn't get a hard on, but that didn't stop me from being turned on anyway. I asked, "Why only eleven members? What do they do at the remaining meeting?"

"That one's held on New Year's Eve, and it's the highlight of the year. The members select one of the men from that year to be brought to the meeting for something special."

"What's the 'something special' ", I asked. I was now intensely interested, and knew that my cock would have been standing up and looking around if not for the pills.

"I can't tell you. It's one of the main rules of the club. A man has to be crucified at a regular meeting before he's eligible for the last one."

"Anyway, Gloria told me that one of the members was transferred to another city a couple of months ago, and there's an opening available. She asked me right after your first session if I'd be interested, and I jumped at the chance. I've already been to one of the regular meetings, and it was great." I could tell by her rapid breathing that she was getting turned on just by remembering the meeting.

"What was done to the man?", I asked in a whisper. "I can't tell you any more than what you know already. You've surely already guessed that crucifixion is involved, and that all the members watch and participate."

Then she said, "I've already told Joanna and Gloria that I'll join."

"Does that mean that you'll be taking me to a meeting someday?", I asked.

"That's up to you. I can only tell you that I've already said. If you go, you'll be crucified with other women watching. Beyond that, you'll just have to use your imagination."

I was already doing that, and was getting more and more aroused by my fantasies.

"Please take me", I begged. "I want to go and make you proud of me." She replied, "You know by now that I couldn't be any more proud of you than I already am. You really don't have to go. The club has a list of men who have volunteered to be tortured, and I could just pick one from the list."

I was immediately crestfallen at the thought of my darling wife taking another man to the meeting and crucifying him. Again I pleaded with her, "Please take me. I want to go. Do whatever you want to me. It doesn't matter."

She hugged me and whispered, "I knew you'd say that. In fact, I was so sure of it that I put us on the schedule for the May meeting. Your school year will be over by then, and we won't have to worry about how long it takes you to recover. Think you can be ready by then?"

"I wish I were ready now. Just talking about it has me turned on. I wish those damn pills weren't in me so I could get a hard on right now for you to torture."

"Patience, lover. Believe me, you'll need to be completely recovered to get through the meeting. In the meantime, I think you can stop taking pills. Joanna said that a man's dick is usually fast-healing, and that once the nail holes were closed it'd be okay for you to get an erection."

"Well, that's enough for tonight. It's time for a little sleep." Then she sat up in bed and said, "Damn, I forgot to take a piss. Better do it now, or I'll just have to get up in the night." I immediately thought of the last visit the two of us had made to the bathroom, on the day we had gone to Gloria's for the second session. Even given the pain I was feeling in my sex organs, I could feel my cock begin to stir with the memory of her lovely pussy on my mouth, and the taste of her delicious piss.

I slowly sat up, and then stood beside the bed. "Maybe I should go with you in case you need any help."

Chrissy looked at me and asked if I was sure I wanted to do that. I assured her that I wanted it more than anything else right now, and I walked to the bathroom door and turned to wait for her. She walked slowly toward me, with a sleepy smile on her face.

She entered the bathroom first, then turned and faced me with an expectant look on her beautiful face. I did not hesitate, but dropped to my knees in front of her. I quickly unfastened her pajama pants, and pulled them off her. Next I peeled down the waistband of her panties, and lowered them so she could step out of them.

She reached down to the toilet and raised the lid. I put my hand on the lid and closed it. "You won't need that." I then lay down on the floor and opened my mouth. She looked at me and asked, "Are you sure sweetheart? It's been quite awhile since I peed at work."

I didn't say anything, but just held my mouth wide.

She stepped one leg over my head, and then spread her crotch. I was sure at the time that there had never been a more beautiful sight given to a man. Her cunt lips were pouting red, and I could see her opening that could give a man more pleasure than he could bear. I reached up her legs and began to draw her down to my mouth.

As she settled her cunt on my waiting mouth, I could taste her juices and smell her delicious scent. I began to flick my tongue against the folds of her pussy, and was rewarded with a soft moan from her throat. "You'd better get that tongue out of the way or you'll make a mess on the floor. Are you ready?"

I mumbled something that sounded like "Yes", and she said, "Here it comes then."

She released a small trickle of urine into my mouth to see if I would really drink it. I quickly swallowed it and waited for more. My wait was short. Now that she was sure that I actually could take her piss, she didn't try to hold back. Her pungent stream splashed against my tongue and threatened to fill my mouth to overflowing. It was very awkward to swallow while holding my mouth open, but I was able to do so in short gulps.

My recently raw throat reacted to her urine by trying to slam shut. I fought the burning sensation, and finally overcame it just in time to swallow what was in my mouth. Her stream kept on until my mouth had been filled to capacity three times. After I had gulped down the last bit of liquid, I began to lick and suck her pussy. I heard her moan again, and knew by her growing clitoris that she was also turned on, and wanted to cum.

I continued to flick my tongue around her clit, and lick deep in her hole. Soon her gasps of pleasure became closer together, and I knew that she was close to orgasm. Soon she ground her cunt against my mouth, and groaned with the intensity of her release.

After sitting on my face for a few minutes, she recovered enough to say, "God, that was great. Gloria told me that nothing could compare to pissing in a man's mouth, and then making him lick you to orgasm. She was right. I don't know of anything that makes me more hot than doing something to humiliate you, unless it's doing something to hurt you." She laughed at her little joke.

As she stood up and began to put on her panties and pajama bottoms, she told me to get cleaned up and then hurry back to bed so we could snuggle. I hurriedly rinsed my face and mouth and then brushed my teeth.

As soon as I was in bed beside Chrissy, she turned to me and took me in her arms. She was in the afterglow of an orgasm, and feeling pretty mellow. She murmered in my ear as she held me close, "I love you more every day. You're the best ever." She then dropped one hand to my crotch and squeezed my cock through the bandages. Pain shot through my body again, almost as bad as it had been during the torture session.

When I jerked and groaned, she said, "Oh, sorry. Guess you're still a little bit tender down there." She did not release her grip, but instead seemed to squeeze all the harder. I stifled my whimpering, resolving to let her do whatever she wanted to me. Soon her breathing became deep and even, and she was asleep.

I could not sleep, because of both the pain and the fantasies I was having about the meeting of the members of La Crucifems. More than anything before, I wanted to be tortured by the eleven women, and to show my wife that I was brave enough to keep my cock hard all the time.

When I awakened the following morning, I was alone in the bed. As I glanced at the clock, I realized that my wife would already be at work, and no doubt telling Gloria about my performance in the bathroom last night. I was oddly thrilled to think about the other woman hearing the details of my introduction to full-scale piss drinking.

I noticed a note on the nightstand that Chrissy had left for me. It read, "Good morning sweetheart. I hope I didn't give you too much pain by squeezing your little weenie last night. If I didn't then, I'll try harder next time. :) Don't take any more of the pink pills. I want to see if you're still able to get it up for me."

I hadn't had one of the pink ones for several hours now, and could already feel the change as the drug left my body. Although I still couldn't get hard, I could certainly feel stirrings in my cock, each one accompanied by a flash of pain as the flesh tried to expand. I was sure that if I didn't swallow any more of the pills, I'd be able to show Chrissy a full erection in a short time.

I was feeling much better now, and spent most of the day out of bed. I didn't feel the need for any more of the pain pills either, so avoided taking another. As the effects of the last one began to wear off, I could feel an increasing amount of pain from my cock and balls. It seemed as if the pain made me more horny, and the increased horniness made me feel more pain. By the time my wife returned about 6:00 p.m., my cock was fully erect and I could think of little else but how I could please her.

I met her at the door wearing an old sweatsuit that I often used when lounging around the house. Its material was soft from long use, and did nothing to conceal my aroused state. Chrissy immediately noticed the "tent" in my pants, and said, "Now that's how a man should greet his wife when she comes home from a hard day's work." We both laughed at her little joke.

She reached for my cock and squeezed it through my sweatsuit. The pain was much more than I had expected, and I cried out. "Guess you're still not healed all the way, are you? Maybe you need some more of my special medicine to speed up the process. What do you think?"

I wasn't sure just what her "special medicine" was, but when she tightened her grip on my cock and walked toward the bathroom, began to understand.

As soon as we entered the bathroom, I helped her step out of her shoes and socks, then pulled down the trousers of her pants suit. I could smell the scent of her pussy and see the wet spot in the crotch of her panties. She said in her husky voice that just drives me wild, "Can you tell that I've been thinking about doing this all the way home? When I think about how you like drinking my piss, it really turns me on."

I wasted no time in removing her panties and then assuming my position on the floor. She lowered herself to my waiting mouth without hesitation this time, knowing in advance that I could handle her full flow. As soon as her pussy settled on my open mouth, her stream began. There was no break in the flow this time, and I struggled to keep up. She said, "I've been holding it for you all afternoon. I hope you're really thirsty."

In truth, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to swallow all of her urine, and would make a mess on the floor. I managed to open my throat even further than before and was able to drink every drop. As her flow stopped, I began to lick her crotch to get every precious particle of her nectar. She began to moan from my tonguing, and said, "Wait a minute. I'm going to turn around."

She lifted up a short ways, then pivoted her body. When she again lowered her cunt to my mouth, she was facing my crotch. I soon learned why she wanted to use this position, as I felt her began to squeeze my painfully erect cock and my aching balls. I resumed my licking, and she responded by squeezing with more force as she became more and more aroused. By the time she climaxed, I was sure my genitals had been damaged beyond repair, even though my dick was still hard.

"God, that was a good one. I've been hot all day just thinking about doing that to you. Did it hurt terribly?", she asked.

I said as well as I could through her pubic hair that I was very sore, but okay. She said, "I see that you're still hard, even after all that. Gloria thinks that you're a 'pain pig', which means that you get off on being hurt. She said that Don would always let her torture him, but he certainly didn't enjoy it as much as you do. I think that's the thing about you that turns me on the most."

Again I was proud of my ability to please Chrissy with my pain, and resolved to please her in any way she desired, no matter the cost to me. Little did I know at that time what that cost would be.

The next three weeks passed slowly because I was unable to think of little else other than my upcoming torture at the hands of the members of La Crucifems. During this time, I continued to serve Chrissy in the bathroom, and finally, when she saw that I could take her full bladder contents without spilling any, in any location where we happened to be when she felt the urge to take a piss.

The first place where I served as her toilet, outside of the bathroom, was in our bed. She had ridden my cock until I climaxed, then moved up to sit on my mouth so I could lick her clean. As I was performing this pleasant duty, she said, "How would you like something else to go with your cum snack?"

I was sure I knew what she meant, and placed my hands on her abdomen and began to stroke it in a downward motion, hoping that she would know that this meant for her to let me drink whatever was in there. She was quick to respond, and released her flow of urine. I struggled to swallow both my load of cum and her load of piss, and not spill any on our bed. As she did when she was first training me to drink her piss, she halted the flow frequently to give me a chance to catch up. Because of her, I was able to swallow everything without making a mess, and then licked her to orgasm as usual.

By the time the second Saturday in May came around, my genitals were completely healed from the second session in Gloria's basement. The only remaining evidence of my agony at the hands of my wife and her lover were small red spots marking the locations on my cock and balls where the nails had entered. It was on that day that Chrissy again installed the cock sheath, saying that it was a club requirement that the victim not be allowed to cum for two weeks before "his" meeting.

The next two weeks passed even more slowly than ever. How I managed to get through the lessons for my high school classes, I have no idea. My cock was constantly hard, but because of its position of being drawn downward by the sheath and chains, was unable to cum. Luckily for me, the tip of the sheath was open so that I could urinate by sitting on a toilet.

During this final waiting period, I tried to question my wife about what would be done to me at the meeting of the club. She never would say anything beyond telling me that I would be crucified, but in a manner different than before. She did say that it would be "much milder" than my second session in Gloria's basement, and probably about the same as the first. Even knowing this, my imagination continued to run wild and I was aroused almost twenty-four hours a day.

Finally the last Friday of May arrived. It was the last day of school, and I would be free of work responsibility for the entire summer. I thought back to my wife's words telling me that during the summer she and Gloria wouldn't have to be concerned about my being able to recover enough to go back to work after a session.

I have to admit that I was looking forward to a long, hot summer.

The day of "my" meeting dawned like any other. I awoke with the cock sheath in place, and with the taste of my wife's pussy and piss in my mouth. As was our custom now, she was ready to provide me with a fresh drink as soon as she awakened. After I had swallowed her pee, she told me to not lick her to orgasm this time, since she wanted to be really turned on for the session that night.

She then told me that one of the requirements of the club was that all male "guests" have clean-shaven crotches. This was done to make the man's genitals appear larger, and also to prevent any accidents requiring a fire extinguisher. Chrissy laughed long and loud after telling me the last, finally saying that I probably wouldn't be set on fire, so I shouldn't have to worry about that.

We went into the kitchen for my shaving session, and I lay flat on the table there. She first trimmed as much of my pubic hair as she could with scissors, several times placing the blades around my erection and saying, "You know, I could put you out of your misery right now if you want me to. Just say the word and I'll take care of your little problem." She smiled and laughed every time she said this, and I have to admit that I found it strangely arousing to think of her cutting off my cock.

After she had trimmed my hair to a short fuzz, Chrissy applied shaving cream to the area. She had brought one of my safety razors from the bathroom, and proceeded to gently shave me. Soon I was completely bare around my cock and balls. "You know, Gloria was right. They really do look bigger when the hair is gone. I think we'll just keep you this way from now on."

As I was lying on the table all clean-shaven in my crotch, Chrissy said, "Do you remember Joanna and I talking about her using an ice pick on her husband?" I said that I could recall a little bit about that, but had been too much out of it with pain at the time to remember exactly what was said.

"She told me that her husband, Bill, was washing dishes at the kitchen sink and dropped and broke one of them. She was having her period at the time, and was in a bad mood because of it. She said that her mood and his carelessness just put her over the edge. She told him to get his dick hard and put it on the chopping block on the table and she'd cut it off for him, and maybe that would remind him to be more careful the next time."

"She got the chopping block off the countertop and put it on the table, then got her meat cleaver out of a drawer. When Bill saw that she was really serious, he started to beg her to not do that to him. Since she never let him wear clothes around the house, she had a good view of his cock, and said that it was growing harder and harder all the time, so she knew he was turned on by the thought of what she said she was going to do to him."

"Bill continued to beg and plead with her to not cut it off, and finally she said that if he would let her do something else to his cock, she'd let him keep it for a little longer. He swore that she could do anything at all to it, just don't take it off. Joanna said that she was going to take him up on the offer."

She got a hammer out of one of the drawers, and an ice pick out of another. When bill saw those things, he assumed that she was going to do another crucifixion on him, and since he'd had several of those before, he was relieved. When he saw her take the ice pick to the kitchen stove, turn one of the elements on high, and then lay the tip of the ice pick on it, he started to have second thoughts. Joanna said his whining and begging just made her even more angry, and she told him to either shut up or put his little dick on the chopping block right now."

"She said he stopped whining then and just stood there with his head hanging. Even though he was scared to death of what she was going to do to him, he was still hard, and Joanna said that started to make her horny too."

"When the ice pick was starting to glow red, she told him to get over to the chopping block and hold his penis down on it. When he did so, she carried the ice pick to the table and took the hammer in her other hand. When he started to whine again, she got madder than ever. She placed the red-hot point of the ice pick on his cock head and then drove it into the chopping block with a single blow of the hammer."

"She said that the smell of his cooking cock, coupled with his screams, drove her wild, and she stuck her hand in her pants and fingered herself to an orgasm. By the time she had recovered, she could see that his cock head was bright red and he was slumped forward on the table. She pulled the ice pick out, but by then it was too late, and the flesh had been completely cooked."

"She tried to do what she could to save the thing, but nothing helped. A couple of days later, she took him down to her office at night and cut off the head of his cock. She said that after the thing had healed, he was still able to get hard-ons, but of course they were quite a bit shorter." Chrissy then laughed again, and I tried to join in but my arousal had reached such a state that I couldn't do it. I couldn't help but wonder at my fascination with having parts of my body cut off.

It was finally time to drive to the May meeting of La Crucifems, and event that I had been both dreading and eager for. Chrissy told me that the group always met in Joanna's home, where a special room had been prepared several years ago. She said that Joanna's husband was wealthy, and that, coupled with her substantial income from her medical practice, had allowed them to purchase a large house that had been build in the middle of a ten-acre plot. The setting was ideal, since there were no close-by neighbors to snoop, or to hear the agonized screams of the men being tortured.

We drove for about one-half hour, and then reached a large metal gate blocking a driveway. Chrissy opened the glove compartment and took out a small object, which proved to be a control unit for an electrical operator on the gate. She pressed the button, the gate opened, and we drove through. After our car was clear, she pressed the button again and the gate closed behind us. "All the club members have the control units", she said. "We can use Joanna's special room any time we want."

We drove slowly up the long, winding driveway. I couldn't help but feel like the condemned man being escorted to his execution. The difference was that I was going willingly, and in fact was eager for the "festivities" to begin. The cock sheath that had been in place held my cock beneath my crotch, and the constant stimulation of sitting in the car seat had me extremely aroused. That, coupled with the fact that it had now been two weeks since my last orgasm, had me longing for the nails that would soon be pounded into my most tender flesh.

After a drive that lasted several minutes, we arrived in front of the house. It was actually more of a castle than a house to me, and I'm sure that it was easily five times larger than our not-so-small home. There were only three other cars parked in the lot in front of the house, and Chrissy explained that by telling me that we were actually about an hour early, because we'd need the extra time to "get me ready".

We got out of the car and walked to the front entrance. Chrissy rang the bell, and several seconds later the door was opened by a man. "Hi, Bill", my wife said. I assumed this was Joanna's husband, and couldn't help but stare at his crotch, imagining what his shortened cock must look like. The man replied, "Good evening. Joanna has been expecting you. Please come in."

We entered the house, and Bill closed the door behind us. It was a large, heavy, ornately carved door, and shut with a loud thump. He asked Chrissy, "Do I need to lock it to keep him in, or is he in your control?" She laughed and said, "He's under the control of his cock right now. I don't think we could get him out of this house with a team of horses." They both laughed, and then Bill escorted us to the back wing of the house to what he called the "preparation room".

As we walked to the room, I again had the feeling of a condemned man. However, I knew that the only thing condemning me was just exactly what my wife had said, my cock and balls. Soon they would feel the punishment they so richly deserved.

To be continued . . .