On the second day of the fantasy conference hosted by the Eunuch Archive our luncheon guests were Harvey, a middle aged CEO, and his wife, Denise. Denise had castrated her husband more than ten years earlier. It seems Harvey had developed the nasty habit of taking his secretaries, or other young female employees on out-of-town business trips. These little excursions degenerated, often as not, into orgies. His wife became suspicious and hired a private investigator. The private dick produced pictures of the naked secretaries and her husband in the middle of the orgies. Denise was devastated. She thought about divorce, but they had three children whose lives would be affected, and she remembered what a wonderful relationship they had before Harvey's days of unfaithfulness. She wished she could just have him "fixed" like the family cat. With a little advice and support from a close friend, Denise realized that neutering her husband was not as impractical as she had first thought. In fact, castrating Harvey was a very reasonable solution to their dilemma.
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Luncheon Speaker #2: The CEO Denise stepped smartly up to the front of the room wearing a black satin dress that was split high above her knee on one side. Her voluptuous curves writhed and undulated beneath the slick satin material as she walked. It was little wonder that we heard a few wolf whistles above the applause when she stepped onto the podium. An elaborate diamond necklace cascaded down her plunging neckline, accenting her generous cleavage. It would be hard to imagine a sexier or more beautiful woman than Denise. However, in my mind, I kept trying to visualize what she must have looked like when she was ten years younger - the night she castrated her husband! Essentially, it was Denise who gave the presentation. After the introduction, Harvey just sat quietly in the background, letting his wife speak. So without further delay I will relate the story as Denise told it, in her words. **** I had been out of high school less than two years when I married Harvey. Harvey was twenty-five and a promising young sales manager. I was just nineteen, and while I don't want to brag, I had been considered a very attractive girl in high school. I had been a cheerleader, a band majorette, and homecoming queen. I guess you could say that Harvey and I each thought we had landed a prize. Often, before we would have sex, Harvey would watch home videos of me marching in front of the band in my little majorette costume, twirling my baton. That always turned Harvey on and he would just go wild in bed afterwards. One day I bought a pair of tights, just like the ones I used to wear in the band, and came into our bedroom that night wearing them. You should have seen Harvey's face as I strutted around the room with those little red spangles shimmering and flashing in the soft light of our bedroom. I also carried my baton, but now I knew how to play with it much more suggestively, if you know what I mean. [Naughty laughter rumbled through the crowd.] Climbing into bed, I wrestled and I teased him for almost an hour, not letting him take my tights off. That literally drove him wild! We made love three times that night. Or was it four? [More laughter rippled through the audience.] Those were such wonderful times. We lived in southern California then. We used to do lots of things together, like going to the beach, hiking in the mountains, and that sort of stuff. We were very outdoor oriented. Finally Harvey got a promotion to a district manager's position and was transferred to the Mid West. We seemed to be adjusting well enough at first, but things gradually changed between us. Within five years Harvey was promoted to regional manager and our lives continued to grow further apart. Harvey's job was making more demands on his time, and our kids were getting older. I was always busy shuttling the kids around to little league, soccer, dance lessons, karate classes; there was no end to it. We never took a vacation anymore - not a real vacation anyway. We never went anywhere. Harvey would spend his vacations at home, sometimes puttering around the house doing little odd jobs, but mostly drinking beer and watching television. Of course Harvey had his business trips that would take him away for days, and sometimes up to two weeks at a time. That gave him a break from his routine, but my world consisted of the home and the kids' regimen of school and extracurricular activities. It was as though Harvey and I lived in two different worlds, you know, like parallel universes. We had sex less and less often. It was just occasional now, less than once a month. Harvey wasn't romantic anymore; he just seemed to want to shoot off and roll over and go to sleep. The enthusiasm and sensitivity that had been there in the old days was gone now. Also, Harvey was getting fat. He used to be very trim and athletic. When we used to jog along the beach I actually enjoyed watching other women eyeing him admiringly. It made me feel more smug and proud than jealous. This handsome hunk was mine and I had him and they didn't! But that was far from the case now. Harvey was at least eighty pounds overweight and growing daily. His main recreation had become lunch buffets, award dinners, and expense- paid business trips. On the other hand, I stayed in shape for Harvey. I worked out at the gym and did aerobics several times a week. When our oldest son started taking karate lessons I joined the same academy and took lessons with him. I soon discovered judo and jujitsu and earned belts in those. That was a little more my style than karate. I kept my body in shape and I was as solid as a brick. If the truth be known, I suppose I first became suspicious of Harvey's unfaithfulness when our sex life started deteriorating. However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I reasoned that his job was now more demanding, leaving less time for us, and making it harder for him to relax and perform in bed. Then one summer I was invited to attend a company picnic and pool party. It was a reward for a good sales year and all the corporate wives and their families were expected to attend. It didn't take long for me to spot the interaction between Harvey and a couple of the little office cutie-pies. I won't use their real names here, but let's just call them Lisa and Mary. You can call it a woman's intuition, but we're quick to pick up on the little subtle things. I watched the way these girls and Harvey looked at each other with their wry smiles and knowing glances, and the way the girls rubbed their asses against his deck chair when they came around him. They thought they were being sly and discreet, but I was seeing everything I needed to see. By asking the right people a few innocent-sounding questions I was soon able to ascertain that Lisa and Mary almost always accompanied Harvey on his business trips. That would explain Harvey's lack of interest in sex when he returned from a business trip. He was always too tired. Needless to say I was furious and I vowed to do something about it. My first impulse was to run up to Harvey and start slapping him and cursing and make a big scene, but I knew that wouldn't be in my own best interest. Also, I had to think of the kids and what it would do to them. We had three kids; a son, fifteen; a daughter, twelve; and another son, ten. I had to choose the best course for both me and the kids. I wanted to get all my ducks in a row before making my move. I confided my story in my best friend, Maggie (and that's not her real name either). I had met Maggie at the fitness club and we had been friends for over four years. She had gone through her own divorce five years previously and recommended a good lawyer. The first thing my lawyer did was hire a private detective to start amassing evidence against Harvey. It took about three months, but what the detective came up with was devastating. I was infuriated with Harvey for doing such a thing, but I was also exhilarated because I had this evidence. Not only did we have still photos of Harvey and his girlfriends, but the detective was able to obtain videos. Although Lisa and Mary were Harvey's 'regular' girlfriends, he had many others, and Lisa and Mary, had several boyfriends. Over a third of the office staff at Harvey's company seemed to be involved. Most of Harvey's business trips were nothing more than drunken orgies. The icing on the cake, however, was when one of the detective's associates posed as a private videographer and offered to make a personalized porno tape for the group. The idiots were so brazen that they actually accepted his offer! "Furthermore, the private dick discovered that many, if not most, of Harvey's business trips were fabricated using fictitious clients. They were nothing more than an excuse to have sex orgies. This was a clear misuse of corporate funds and a form of embezzlement. This would have likely landed Harvey in prison had the company found out. [An audience member asked Denise if her disclosure could result in the company bringing charges against Harvey.] That was a legitimate concern, and we thoroughly checked out the legal ramifications before coming here. The statute of limitations has run out. Once we were assured of this, Harvey and I actually went to the company with his story. It's kind of like turning state's witness, I guess. The company now uses Harvey's case as an example to help them investigate similar violations. As for concerns about his future with the company, Harvey will be retiring this month, at fifty-five. We're going to go live on a boat in the Caribbean. [We want to hear about his castration!" an audience member shouted. The rest of the audience then roared with laughter.] [Denise laughed too.] I'm getting to that. I went to my friend Maggie and told her what I had discovered. She said she was glad I could nail the son-of-a- bitch, but I told her how devastating it would be for the kids, and I also told her what a wonderful life Harvey and I had together during the first years of our marriage. I said I wished I could just castrate the son-of-a-bitch and keep him at home - just like neutering the family cat. Maggie grinned real big and said, "Why don't you?" I just laughed and said, "Seriously, Maggie, I would if I could, but in reality you know I can't do that." Still grinning, she just said, "Why not?" "Maggie!," I said, "be serious. He would bleed all over the place and I would have to take him to the emergency room, and then I would be the one who was in trouble. He might even die!" "Why don't you just use a Burdizzo?" Maggie asked. "That's completely safe and bloodless." "What in the world is a Burdizzo?" I asked. I had never heard of such a thing, but Maggie laughed and filled me in on all the lewd details. She had grown up on a farm, which her parents still owned, just a few miles out of town. Maggie said she was very proficient in the use of the Burdizzo and that she would teach me how to use one. We could use her parents' farm as a training ground the next time they had calves to neuter. This started wheels to spinning inside my head and I came up with a plan. Maggie laughed in a way that I had never heard her laugh before, and said my plan was absolutely diabolical. I got a kind of queasy, out-of-breath feeling in my chest down into my stomach and the crotch of my panties started getting wet. I'll have to admit that I was a little squeamish when I did my first calf, but I soon got the hang of it. I learned to place those big, smooth stainless steel jaws over the delicate cords and blood vessels connecting the testicle, and then with swift flex of the handles, the animal would be pinched sexless, one nut at a time. The animal experienced only a brief moment of pain then nothing. When released, they would bound away as though nothing had happened. I couldn't believe such a simple innocuous little procedure could reduce a male animal to a docile compliant neuter. You can't imagine the sense of power and satisfaction I felt when I contemplated doing this to Harvey. Several weeks later, and after three more training sessions down on the farm, I knew I was ready. I picked a night when the kids were away at an overnight church function. I had put together a special outfit to wear for Harvey's seduction - and castration. I was wearing a pair of short shorts - cut almost to panty length - made from cutoff blue jeans. The edges weren't hemmed, but left frayed, and the sides were split up to the waistband. I was wearing a plaid cotton shirt with no bra, and I tied the shirttail in a square knot just above my navel. A straw cowboy hat and tan cowboy boots completed the outfit. Harvey complimented me on being so innovative and I could see the fire of lust burning in his eyes. Harvey had no idea, however, why I had chosen this cowgirl theme, nor did he have any idea I knew about him and his office cutie- pies. He didn't have a clue as to what was about to happen to him, and was as innocent and unsuspecting as a purring tom cat being carried to the vet. This thought alone was making me damp between my legs. [Naughty laughter rumbled through the audience.] I fed Harvey a light candlelight dinner, which he complained wasn't enough. I told him that what I had planned for him tonight wouldn't go well with a full stomach. I could see the gleam of lust return to his eyes and I began slowly removing his clothes. He started pawing at me like some drunk in a bar. 'Oh yeah, baby you're so hot!' he said. I had also noticed that over the past couple of years Harvey's bedroom mannerism and vocabulary had changed. In the early days of our marriage our love-making was very intimate. We would communicate with each other using little phrases that might have sounded corny to an outsider, but they were so personal, and ours alone. It was like we had our own secret bedroom language. Now Harvey's words sounded scripted, like they had come right out of some porno film. He had picked up the lingo from the orgy scene and didn't even realize it. Once I had him naked, I picked up his huge gut between my hands and kneaded and played with it. It was disgusting! It felt like some pus-filled beach ball with a soft yucky covering. I realized that the office girls couldn't possibly see anything in Harvey - not physically anyway. Harvey was in a position to give them favors and promotions and they played him for all it was worth. The idiot was so blinded by lust that he actually thought he was Mr. Sexy. He couldn't see himself as he really was - a pathetic, waddling, bag of blubber! I smiled while I played with his gut, humoring his deception, but at the same time, humiliating him just a little. "You've got a cute little gut," I said, giggling, "but we're going to have to work on getting it off. You know, Harvey, I actually feel a little guilty and a little responsible for this. A wife should be more attentive to her husband's health, don't you think? If that thing gets any bigger it's going to hang down and cover up your willie, and we wouldn't want that!" Harvey had a confused expression on his face. I don't think he knew whether to feel insulted, grateful for my concern, or flattered that I called his gut cute. "But I'm turning over a new leaf, Harvey," I told him. "Starting tonight, I'm taking responsibility for your body. I think you'll notice the improvement in just a matter of weeks - and you'll have more peace of mind too. Harvey, I'm ashamed for being so selfish in the past. I took care of myself and didn't take time to worry about my little hubby, but that's going to change." "Oh you took care of yourself all right, baby! Yeah! And don't you worry about me. You just worry about getting naked, then leave the rest to me!" Harvey was pawing my clothes, trying to get them off me. When I evaded his efforts I could see he was becoming very frustrated. "Now come on, baby; I don't want no games! I told you to get naked!" "Slow down, Harvey," I told him. "You're going to ruin the fun. Remember in the old days we used to…" "Damn it! Didn't I tell you to get naked!" "Harvey, you've changed. You didn't used to…" "You're damned right I've changed! And do you know who I am? I'm the Regional Vice President of MegaCorp - that's who! And when the Regional Vice President of MegaCorp tells a woman to get naked - she gets naked!" Harvey had the fire of anger in his eyes now and he lunged at me furiously. You should have seen the look on his face when, faster than he could blink, he found himself on the floor looking up at me. All those belts I had earned in judo and jujitsu hadn't been for nothing. Harvey actually had no idea how he managed to end up in the floor looking up. It had happened too fast. [There were quite a few chuckles and some applause in the crowd.] "Harvey," I said, smiling, in a condescending, teasing voice, "you're letting your anger get the best of you, darling. And you're really taking your job too seriously. You shouldn't take your job home with you. That's not good for your stress level" Harvey mustered his strength and composure as best he could and staggered to his feet. "Damn you woman! It's not going to be so funny when I…" I intercepted his next assault, threw him to the floor, and held him painful leg hold. This time I let him suffer a little before releasing him. I could handle this pus-gutted, out-of-shape tub of lard, more easily than I could handle my ten-year-old son. After several more ill-fated assaults, Harvey just lay there on the floor, puffing and gasping for breath. This minor exertion had left him exhausted. Totally subdued and flaccid now, he was almost sobbing. "How… how the hell… did you…" "Now Harvey," I said, still speaking in my condescending voice, "you're going to have to get in a lot better shape before you try that rough stuff." I sat astride his naked back and began rubbing his neck and shoulders gently, and putting my face close to his, I lowered my voice to a soft affectionate tone. "Is mama going to have to throw a rope on her big bull to get him to behave, hmmm?" I watched his eyes bug out when I said that, and I could see some of the lust returning. "Ohooo, you would like that wouldn't you, sweetheart," I said, almost in a whisper. Harvey didn't say anything. He just gasped and looked at me in a way that let me know he was getting turned on. Reaching back between his legs I confirmed what his eyes were telling me. I sprang to my feet, picked up my hat form the floor, and retrieved the lariat rope I had hidden behind the sofa. (Making me lose my hat was the only damage Harvey had managed to inflict during his comical attempts at becoming violent.). As Harvey attempted to sit up, I quickly threw the lariat over him and pulled it tight, pinning his arms to his side. "On you feet," I barked, tugging on the rope. "I've planned a little surprise for my big bull tonight, so you're coming with me." Harvey looked so ridiculous, waddling and staggering, as I dragged him into the bedroom with the rope. His expression was one of confusion and bewilderment. Shoving him onto his back on the bed, I placed my booted foot in his crotch and smiled down on him teasingly. "My big bull is so rambunctious I'm going to have to tie him up. Ohooo, you would like that, wouldn't you, baby. Have you ever been tied up before? Hmmm? You didn't know mama was kinky, did you, baby?" Harvey was now as hard as a rock and he just smiled lustfully. He had finally resigned himself to the fact that I was going to be in charge of this love-making session and had quit fighting for dominance. Complacent in the belief that his sexual gratification was my primary objective, he had decided just to go with the flow. I knew from watching those incriminating videos that Harvey was into light bondage play with Lisa and Mary. It was really fake bondage. They used flimsy little loops from which he could easily escape, but I knew the fantasy turned him on. Wasting little time, I quickly retrieved some lengths of soft braided nylon rope I had stashed under the bed and secured Harvey's legs to the heavy oak bedposts. I used knots and hitches I had learned from Maggie. "Let's get this scratchy thing off you," I said, removing the rough manila lariat from Harvey's torso. "This feels better, doesn't it, baby," I said, securing his arms with more lengths of soft nylon rope. Harvey tugged at his ropes and an uneasy expression came across his face. He suddenly realized he was really tied up. This wasn't just fake. "Wh… where did you learn to tie ropes like that?" "Honey, it's too bad you can't be home more often," I said, laughing. "You have two sons in the Boy Scouts and a daughter in the Girl Scouts. I helped them practice for their knotcraft badges. In fact, Bret became an Eagle Scout this year and you missed his swearing-in ceremony, remember? You were away on a… business trip." Harvey had a sheepish expression on his face, but he still didn't have a clue that I was onto him. I began rubbing and massaging his thighs and his fat belly, and this both turned him on and relaxed him. Finally I began playing my hand over his lower abdomen and playfully pinching the base of his erect penis. With my other hand I began playing with his testicles, rolling and squeezing them gently between my thumb and forefinger. I moved my fingers up to his delicate cords and began gently pinching and kneading them. That delicate tissue that connected his precious balls to his sneaky, cheating, womanizing body would soon be destroyed. Harvey seemed to be experiencing utter bliss. I wondered what thoughts would be going through his mind if he only knew what was about to happen to him. Harvey gasped a wiggled, as though it tickled. "Did that tickle, honey," I whispered, seductively. "Oh, god yes!" he exclaimed in an excited whisper. "Oh, god, you're good! Oh, baby that feels so good!" I continued kneading and massaging his balls for a time, playing the fingers of my other hand along his rigid shaft. I would bend forward and kiss his glans, forcing the tip of my tongue into his meatus. Several times I brought him to the brink of ejaculation and backed off. I wasn't ready for him to cum - just yet. "You like having your balls messed with, don't you Harvey? You've always liked for me to play with your balls." "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" Harvey gasped. "I've bought a new sex toy, Harvey," I said, trying to sound very innocent. "I bought it just for you, but I think I'm going to enjoy playing with it too." "Oh bring it out, baby!" Harvey said, his face the picture of lustful anticipation. I reached underneath the bed, pulled out the Burdizzo, and held it up where Harvey could get a good look at it. Harvey didn't have a clue as to what the thing was I was holding in my hands. To the uninitiated, a Burdizzo looks like a pair of lineman's bolt cutters with funny jaws. However, I knew it wouldn't take much imagination, given the context, for Harvey to figure out it's purpose. He cocked his head to one side like a confused dog; it was so funny! "Wh… what… what's that thing?" he asked. "Well, what does it look like?" I said, smiling impishly and flexing the handles a few times to make the big stainless steel jaws open and close. "What do you think this thing is used for, hmmm?" "Well… it looks… they use… but… no… it's…" Harvey was losing his erection and beads of perspiration were breaking out on his forehead. I threw my head back and cackled. "What's a matter, cat got your tongue, Harvey? Hmmm?" Harvey continued to babble while I giggled. "Harvey, this is called a Burdizzo. They use them to castrate bulls, and they come in different sizes. This one is made to castrate fairly young bulls with balls about… well, about your size, Harvey. I told you I bought it just for you." "Honey," he gasped, "I'm not sure… I mean that thing could be dangerous. I'm not really into this, honey." "Don't worry," I said, smiling more impishly than ever. "You can't accidentally castrate someone with one of these. It has to be very deliberate. It's not like playing with a gun." Harvey's erection had all but disappeared now. "You know, Harvey, I'm really quite proficient with one of these things. I have this girlfriend who has a farm and I've helped her castrate lots of bulls. I've castrated over a dozen all by myself. You just put these big jaws over the cords connecting his balls and clamp down. That crushes the cords and blood vessels and the balls just die inside their sack. There's no blood, no mess, and no infection. It's so simple, Harvey, there's really nothing to it! " Harvey looked as though he was on the verge of panic. "The thing I like about it though, Harvey, is watching the change that comes over the bulls when you castrate them. The bulls aren't mean anymore; they become so sweet and gentle! That's because they're not really bulls anymore, they're just steers. "When a cow comes into heat, the bull climbs up on her back and shoves that huge two-foot-long prick into her and just churns away, moving in and out. You can tell the bull enjoys it because he bellows so loudly you can hear him for over a mile away! Watching that makes you realize that all the bull lives for is fucking cows - kind of like men who just live to fuck women. "But do you know what happens when you turn a bull into a steer? That cow can be in heat with her big pussy dripping with juices and scents and pheromones that would drive a bull wild, but the steer doesn't pay any attention. She will bawl loudly and literally beg to be mounted and penetrated, but the steer is more interested in grazing or nuzzling around in the trough for a few grains of corn. That's why we say, down on the farm, castrating a bull changes his mind from ass to grass!" Harvey was shaking and terrified now. "B… baby… I'm not into this," he blubbered. "You took a wrong turn here, baby. This isn't my kink!" "Why honey," I said, teasingly, "I didn't know you had a kink! Do you have a sex life Mama's not aware of? Hmmm?" I laughed and tried to look as innocent as possible, but Harvey had a very sheepish look on his face. He looked so ridiculous lying there, spread-eagled on the bed with huge gelatinous gut almost covering his flaccid member. "Okay," I said, "but I'm a little disappointed. This is my very own Burdizzo tool and I have castrated seven bulls with it all by myself. I thought you would at least like to feel those big, cold, stainless steel jaws against your scrotum, and contemplate how easily…" "No, Denise, no!" Harvey screamed. "Please quit talking about it!" Stricken with panic, Harvey looked like he was about to cry. "All right, sweetheart," I said, placing the Burdizzo on the floor at the foot of the bed, "I'll quit playing cowgirl." Taking off my hat, I propped my feet on the bed, one at a time, and removed my boots. With my toes free, I smiled and tickled Harvey in the groin. I could tell by the expression on his face he was relieved and was beginning to lighten up. I slowly untied my shirt and removed it. I wasn't wearing a bra and I allowed Harvey to feast his eyes on my breasts momentarily before I proceeded to slither out of my shorts. Underneath my skimpy cutoff shorts I was wearing a tiny white thong bikini. The material covering my strategic area was little more than a patch. I had shaved myself slick between the legs and the skimpy garment made that very obvious. I saw Harvey smile and breathe easier, and the lust was quickly returning to his eyes. "You can untie these ropes anytime, too," Harvey said, looking much more composed now. "In good time, sweetheart," I said. "I want you to cum before I untie you. That's kind of… what did you call it?.. my kink. Yes, that's my kink. I was hoping you might like it too, getting off while you're tied up." I watched a grin come across Harvey's face. He was beginning to get a hint of an erection again, and I reached my hand between his legs and tenderly assisted his renewed arousal. "Honey," Harvey said, in soft voice. "I'm sorry about… you know, earlier tonight. I acted like a pig. I just wanted you to know that…" "I know," I said. "Don't worry, Harvey. I understand, probably more than you know. Say, I have another little surprise for you, sweetheart." I took the TV remote control from the night stand and switched on the TV/VCR combo. As soon as Harvey saw the video of me marching in front of my high school band in my majorette costume a broad smile came across his face. We hadn't watched this tape in years. Little did Harvey know, however, that this was just a copy, spliced onto the beginning of a copy of another tape - a tape in which Harvey was one of the stars. "Harvey," I said, "I had almost forgotten how much fun we used to have. I remember watching this tape after we were first married. It used to turn you on, Harvey, remember?" I had both hands on Harvey's genitals now, kneading and massaging his testicles while I stroked and teased his now fully erect member. But you should have seen the look on his face when the tape switched - right in the middle of a baton toss. Suddenly we were watching that porno video shot by the man from the detective agency. Harvey had a look of bewilderment that quickly changed to horror. I felt his erection die in my hand. "Wh… where… how… did you…?" I sat back and cackled with a laugh that sounded more sinister than I had intended. "Don't you remember, Harvey?" I asked facetiously. "You paid to have that made. Or, more correctly, I suppose, MegaCorp paid to have that made. You put it on your expense account, remember?" I was thoroughly enjoying myself, watching Harvey squirm and babble. I knew he wanted to lie and explain his way out of this, but I had him caught - in more ways than one! [Laughter and some applause rumbled through the audience.] "I must admit though, Harvey, you have good taste in lingerie," I said. "That little shimmering silver body suit you bought for Lisa is absolutely stunning. And that red teddy with matching bikini really accents Mary's features. It's no wonder you're so hard in that film. Just look at you! You're about to burst!" Harvey was sniveling and babbling, unable to form coherent words. He wasn't going to be able to lie out of this and he knew it. "Harvey, you haven't bought me any sexy lingerie in over ten years. I guess you figure cutoff jeans are good enough for your wife, hmmm? She can just make her own, I guess. But at least you didn't pay for it with our money, I'll credit you with that, Harvey. It's all on the company expense account. Oh yes, I've seen copies of all the invoices. "I also know all about the fictitious clients and the call girls that were paid at company expense. My lawyer and the detective agency have copies of all this stuff and if anything should happen to me, heaven forbid, they know exactly who to contact. There's a stockholders meeting next month. Wouldn't they find this tape entertaining, Harvey? I'll bet they'd love to know how their regional vice president is spending their money!" Harvey was blubbering now, but he did muster enough composure to beg me to turn the tape off. I made him wait until we watched him cum in Lisa's mouth before I turned it off. It's hard to believe that something he found so delightfully sexy at the time was so painful for him to watch now. "You see, Harvey, that's how I knew you liked to be tied up. I figured if you enjoyed letting Lisa and Mary tie you up, you would probably like for me to tie you up too. Of course they just tied you up pretend-like. I have you tied up for real!" I let out a laugh that must have sounded truly diabolical. Poor Harvey just winced. "I hope, Harvey," I continued, "that you realize that you've done more than just commit adultery. What you did with the company's money is embezzlement. If this blows open, my lawyer says you'll probably get about six to ten out of it, and with a little luck, and by squandering the rest of your fortune on legal fees, you might get out in three, plus probation. "But Harvey, you know three years will be a long time in the joint - especially for you. You're used to a soft life with all the luxuries. And I'll bet there are plenty of big rough guys in there that will think your little Porky-Pig ass is real cute" I slapped the side of his butt cheek and gave him a painful jab in his bung hole with my finger. "There will be no telling them that that's not your kink, Harvey. They'll do anything they want, whenever they want, as often as they want. You can't stop them either, Harvey, because you're just a fat little ball of pork. Look how easily I handled you tonight, Harvey. Just imagine trying to fight off big strong men who want to force their big donkey dicks into your behind and stretch you until you bleed. Then they'll make you suck them clean: shit, blood, cum, and all. I feel sorry for you, Harvey." Tears were running down Harvey's face now. He began to break down and cry like a little kid. "You'll be asleep some night, Harvey, dreaming about Lisa and Mary, feeling someone messing with you between your legs, then you'll wake up. It won't be Lisa in her shimmering silver body suit; it won't be Mary in that cute red thong bikini; it'll be some big bruiser named Bubba, with a laugh like something from the crypt. Then you'll remember where you are." Harvey began to cry wretchedly. "But on your very loneliest nights, Harvey, when you realize you'll never see Lisa or Mary again, and that they don't care because they never did care; then maybe you will think of me. Maybe you will think of your children, who waited so patiently for you to return from those business trips so they could spill out their excited little souls, telling Daddy all about that Little League game, or dance recital you just missed." "Oh Denise, please help me!" he begged. "I'm so sorry! I'll do anything - anything! Just don't turn me in. Please, Denise!" "Honey, there's only one thing that can save you now," I said, holding up the Burdizzo once more. "Of course it's really your choice, Harvey. Say no, and I'll just untie you and leave. My lawyer knows what to do from there. The choice is yours, Harvey" "Does… does it hurt?" he mumbled weakly, between sobs. "Just for a few seconds," I said, "then it's okay. I know how the calves act, and I've talked to people on the Internet who have had it done. They say after it's over it will just be a little sore, like a bee sting only not quite so bad." Harvey tugged at his nylon fetters and looked around the room as though hoping some other alternative would magically present itself. Looking at the expression on his face was too much; I had to laugh. "Harvey, it's not going to be so bad," I said, still laughing, "so lighten up! I've talked to people on the Internet and you won't be alone. Plenty of men have had it done. Love and sex are not the same thing, Harvey, and castration doesn't take anything away from love. You'll still enjoy snuggling and cuddling, but you just won't get that urge. You won't do back flips when you see women in sexy lingerie or swimsuits. You'll just be like a big cuddly teddy bear and our relationship will be about love, not lust." Our situation was comical. Harvey was trying to keep from crying and I was trying to keep from laughing. Neither of us was too successful. I reached up to fondle Harvey's genitals and he flinched and began shaking. "Harvey, it's too bad this isn't your kink," I said, "because I was going to make your last time kind of fun, you know, like a scene. By the way, did you know that we do this one testicle at a time? This way you'll get an idea what it's going to feel like before I give you your final pinch." Slipping the jaws of the Burdizzo over the left side of Harvey's scrotum, felt him flinch and tremble. Using my fingers, I carefully positioned the cords of Harvey's left testicle under the jaws. I noticed a life returning to Harvey's member and I smiled. "You know, Harvey, this might of turned out to be your kink after all, and you just didn't know it. It's too bad we didn't have time to play." Without warning I quickly brought the handles together and held them. I was expecting Harvey to scream, but he mostly sucked in air and gasped. I held the handles together until I counted to thirty before releasing them - just the way Maggie had taught me. I had really wanted to make Harvey cum before clamping his last ball, you know, give him one last squirt as a man. But I decided that this was my best opportunity to finish the job, while Harvey was compliant and resigned to his fate. I quickly placed the jaws of the Burdizzo over the cords of Harvey's right testicle and clamped down. This time Harvey shrieked in such a high-pitched register that it sounded more like a whistle - a mouse in distress. After the count of thirty I felt to make sure I had achieved separation - I had. It was over. Harvey was my eunuch. "See there, darling," I said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Harvey just looked up at me and blubbered and sobbed. I began kneading and massaging his turgid member trying to get him erect, but it wasn't working. "Come on, sweetheart," I said. "You can still do it one last time for Mama. Come on, baby, let's do it while you still have some man juice in your body." I pulled off my thong panty and let Harvey suck my secretions from the wet nylon while I rubbed and pressed his turgid member between my labia. Although Harvey seemed to be enjoying this immensely, no amount of stimulation could restore his erection. Finally, I untied him then straddled his head and firmly planted my crotch against his face. The feel of Harvey's tears against my thighs, knowing I had just turned Harvey into a eunuch, sent a shudder of exhilaration, power, and satisfaction through my body like I had never experienced before. Harvey performed cunnilingus on me while I had his head trapped between my thighs. Having totally surrendered himself to me now, I could actually feel supplication and appreciation being transmitted through his attentive, dutiful tongue. It was as though he was trying to make up for all his years of neglect and cheating. We continued this for about an hour, then I attempted to get him erect again. Sadly, my best efforts were of no avail, and Harvey never became firm enough to achieve penetration. I knew (from Internet discussions) that some men could still perform for two or three days after they had been pinched, but apparently this was not going to be the case for Harvey. I think it may have had something to do with the absolutely wretched physical condition he was in. Anyway, I reasoned that if I had wanted a stud, I shouldn't have castrated him. Finally, I abandoned my futile efforts and crawled up in the bed and snuggled close to Harvey. As I kissed him I could smell my own pungent juices on his face. Harvey began to cry. "Oh Denise," he blubbered, "I want to cum. I want to cum so bad. All night I wanted to cum. I was looking so forward to it. Now I can't cum!" Harvey began to shake and wretch with anguish. "It's okay, darling," I consoled. "I know you want to cum; I wanted you to cum too, but it's going to be okay. In a few days, darling, you won't feel the need to cum anymore. In fact, you'll wonder what the fuss was all about!" Trying to lighten things up a bit, I mustered a smile and giggled a little when I said that. Harvey began to cry all the more wretchedly and clung on to me like a drowning man as he sobbed and sniveled. I pulled a light blanket over us and we fell asleep. I believe it was one of the happiest moments in my memory, that night I fell asleep with my very own eunuch in my arms. Well, it turned out that Harvey never had another erection, but like I told him, in about three days he quit worrying about it. Harvey can still satisfy me with his tongue any time I want, and he enjoys that. I have large selection of dildos and sex toys and Harvey is an expert with those. I am beginning to agree with what a lot of women are saying nowadays, the best penises are made of latex and come with batteries! [The audience roared with laughter, and Harvey, sitting behind Denise on the podium, blushed.] I started making Harvey come to the gym and I put him on a diet. You can see the results. [Denise motioned for her fifty-five-year-old husband to stand up and told him to take his shirt off. He didn't look a day over thirty-five. Harvey exposed his well-muscled, hairless torso. He was no body builder or muscle man, but had the lean sinuous body of a runner, a body even most thirty-year-old men would be proud of. The audience applauded and cheered.] Harvey cleaned up his act at work and the old orgy crowd, including Lisa and Mary, gradually transferred out to other divisions. Harvey's office became so efficient and productive the he was promoted and they doubled his salary. Even with all this going on at work, he rarely missed one of his kids' ball games, recitals or other functions. Harvey's castration saved our marriage and his career. From my experience I strongly recommend that any man who is through siring kids have himself neutered. Your wife will thank you; your kids will thank you; your company will thank you; society will thank you; and most of all, you will thank yourselves! **** Our master of ceremonies took the microphone and thanked Denise and Harvey for their wonderful presentation. The audience stood and gave Denise and Harvey a standing ovation as they stepped down from the podium and exited the room. THE END [For the full story of the conference read "Dream Conference". Also read "Luncheon Speaker #1: The Gymnast" for another speaker's story. These stories are posted on the Eunuch Archive.]