Last night my Mistress / Wife / Harlot Lover let me fuck Her… She had a very intense orgasm and kissed me sweetly when I was done; however, I felt nothing except longing and a slight phantom arousal for what used to be my so-called “sex life” back when I had a cock and balls, and functioned like a normal man. She has instructed me to write it all down, with every humiliating detail, and full disclosure.

First, before I tell you anything about how this all came about, I am instructed by my Mistress / Wife / Harlot Lover to tell you, gentle reader, about “MY STUMP”…which is what She calls it. My stump is a shaft of space-age carbon-fiber that protrudes from between my legs where my cock and balls used to be. It is about 3 inches long, points at an upward angle except for the rare times when I am wearing clothing and traveling with Mistress, and it is about an inch in diameter. It has an L-shaped groove in it running from the tip to about halfway down, where it turns at a 90-degree angle. She had this stump surgically implanted by a doctor, one of Her past lovers, in Panama….a country where you can find anything, from drugs to guns to child sex slaves…to doctors who will perform any procedure you can pay him for. This carbon-fiber stump is surgically attached to my pelvis at the pubic symphysis, a bony structure at the front of the pelvis. The base of the stump is attached with staples and surgical “glue” to the bony structure…and at the point it exits my skin, there and it is slightly flexible and allows the stump to move and change angles in a limited angle, left and right, and from straight forward, up to a position under my navel where it can be held in place by the band of my underwear, when I am allowed underwear…otherwise, since I am usually kept naked around the house, it just points straight ahead like an obscene little black hard-on.

It is on this stump that Mistress can mount any of Her vast collection of dildoes that are specially made to fit on my stump. She has a massive collection of these dildoes from materials around the world, but all made by her craftsman in Panama. Dildoes made of bone (one of Her favorite jokes is to tell me during sex that She is being ‘boned’ by a piece of real bone), ivory, rubber, steel, mahogany, and other exotic materials…and they are all of different shapes and sizes, some massive in girth, some quite long and slender, some very anatomically correct, and some merely phallic shaped and ribbed to incite her every lust. She selects the implement She wants used on Her, lines up the hole in the dildo and my stump with a pin-like thing in the hole, slides it down the shaft of my stump, then gives it a quick half-turn in the L-shaped groove, and it locks into place… and there I am, standing naked and with a magnificent cock of Her choosing pointing upward and ready for servicing Her.

Last night when I “fucked” her, it was with one of Her mahogany devices…from Her wooden box that has a velvet lining and an array of mahogany dildoes of different lengths and thicknesses (specially made for Her by Her craftsman in Panama who designed the stump) She chose a dark wood piece that is about 9 inches long and as big as my wrist, and curved slightly upward at the tip…She likes the way it touches and titillates Her cervix without actually penetrating it, plus it has ribs and ripples at the base that tickles Her clit. So She came luxuriantly on this device as I plied it in and out of Her wet pussy. Here is the way I usually “fuck” my Mistress… after licking Her to arousal with my tongue, I position myself between Her legs then slide the dildo of the moment into Her wet vagina, and thrust and thrust matching Her rhythm until She cums and squeezes me to Her body tightly. She tells me She likes the way I use the various dildoes attached to my stump, and the fact that I don’t cum means I’m ready to go again the moment She is…I am able to answer Her need for more sex and another fucking immediately, unlike Her real male lovers.

So you may be wondering how this came about? Well, I knew She was a Dominant Woman before we married, but I had little idea of just HOW dominant! She was immediately put off by my small cock, and it brought Her no sexual gratification. She was very clear about that, but I loved the way She dominated me and I was always able to give Her sexual gratification in other ways, with my tongue or with a dildo bought at a local adult book store.

At first, after She established dominance over me and became the boss of our relationship, She convinced me that, although my own penis was inadequate for Her needs, that by having it replaced with a stump and a variety of dildoes, it would be a way of us remaining faithful to each other. I was taken in by the argument, but afterwards She quickly abandoned any pretense of faithfulness and started taking on a long list of lovers, men She met wherever we go, and I quickly realized that my true position had become one of merely servicing Her whenever She did not have a lover at the moment and needed a sexual fix. I had become Her temporary lover when no others were available, or when She just wanted a quickie or to feel something hard in Her vagina. I had simply become an extension of Her many dildoes, a “man” so to speak, who would do the hard work of pumping Her choice of dildo into Her and She could pretend I was someone else, not the tiny-dicked puny wimp She had married.

She had me castrated and nullified – balls and cock removed – in a surgical procedure down in Panama about three years ago. Then I was taken to the specialist, an engineer and surgeon, who designed my stump… it goes beneath the skin and has a broad base and is meshed with the front of my pelvis (the pubic symphysis as it’s known) and sticks out awaiting my Mistress’s use.

So now, the only “fucking” I do is just a way of going through the motions….Mistress chooses Her dildo, fixes it on my stump like one would a bayonette to a rifle, and She simply lies on Her back, spreads Her gorgeous, slender legs, and has me “fuck” Her until She is satisfied. I get a mild bit of satisfaction from it…from satisfying Her, and I have some little feeling left and have even experienced a tiny little orgasm on rare occasions…but my true fucking days are over.