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My husband and I developed the Vagina Castration Tool sort of accidentally. My husband had a great desire to put his balls into my vag which proved extremely difficult. I had to force feed them by pushing them up into my cavity, but they didn’t want to stay. I found a fake vagina in a sex shop that allowed us to play this game. I could pull his balls through the fake vagina and massage them, which he greatly appreciated. But this only lasted a couple months and he got tired of it. “It wasn’t the real thing” he said, and lost interest. As time went on and we tried new things to get us off, he made me aware of his desire to be castrated. I was shocked initially, but accepted it as only a fantasy that helped him to orgasm. But what I thought as fantasy turned into pressing reality. He really wanted to be castrated. I tried to dissuade him, but he told me it was something he wanted done his whole life. I finally told him that if he wanted to be castrated then I would do it, but only when I felt like I was prepared.
We then looked at all of the different castration methods that have been used through the centuries. We were amazed at how men have been neutered around the whole. But we couldn’t settle on any particular one. One night I awoke with a brainstorm. He really liked putting his balls in my vag, so I thought, “Wouldn’t it be cool if we could put his balls in a vagina and have the vagina cut them off.” He really liked that idea, but there wasn’t any castrating tool around like that. Being industrious, we thought through how this might be achieved. Being a welder, my husband drew up a design. It sort of looked like a woman’s hair barrette. Two metal bars, about four or five inches long, were hinged at both ends so that they swiveled back and forth. The bars were slightly curved so that they would contour over his scrotum and testicles. They opened up about three inches, and his testicles could easily be pulled through. Now what, I said? How can we close them and clamp off the remaining skin and stop any extreme blood loss? I told my husband that he’d need a way to bring the bars together tightly and then lock them in place, he was way ahead of me. He welded two posts on opposite sides of the bars and made some long handles that I could compress, once his balls were tightly in the jaws of this artificial vagina, two clips were moved into position that would hold the vagina tight. Then the handles could be removed. We tried it out that instant and it really really worked, but I didn’t snap the clips because I thought it would really damage his cords and we weren’t ready for that yet. I said, “O.K., it works. But how do we keep it in place and what’s going to happening when I cut your balls off? Another dilemma, but I knew we’d come up with something. I thought about that barrette. I thought about all of the comb teeth and I said to my husband, “What if we could put a hundred tiny needles on the inside of the bars. When it clamped together, the needles would perforate your scrotum, cords, nerves, and whatever else is in there, and they’d prevent the Vagina Castrator from slipping off. Then I could cut off your balls and you could wear this until you were healed up? He thought that was an excellent idea. So we got some stainless steel needles and he drilled holes in the bars and forced the needles into place. It took awhile to accomplish, but those needles were not coming out. When he was finished, it looked sort of like a Venus Fly-Trap. We were almost ready to try it. First I had to buy a scalpel so I started looking around and found an electric cauterizing one. It was pretty expensive, but I thought that this might prevent any bleeding, especially if the Vagina Castrator didn’t work as designed. Then I got some valium from a friend and another fake vagina that I was going to fit over the metal bars of the Vagina Castrator. It didn’t fit as well as I had wanted so I had to work at getting it to stay on the metal bars. Finally I was satisfied with the results. It looked really good. I also cut the bottom of the rubber vagina so that I could remove it once my husband was castrated. I also got some topical numbing agent which I thought might ease the pain. I planned to rub it all over his scrotum before I castrated him. Now I was ready, but I was losing my nerve, I was afraid that if anything went wrong, I’d never forgive myself. I told my husband and he understood. He asked me what might help and I finally told him that if one of my friends was there with us, I might feel more confident. He agreed, so I called my friend Patty over to the house. She’s really into hardcore sex and we’d had a threesome once or twice with my husband. I knew she’d help once she learned about what we were going to do. Patty, I said, “Lake once me to castrate him.” Patty eyes got as wide as saucers. She said, “Oh my gosh, I’ve been waiting to see something like this forever!” Then she said, “How you gonna do it and can I pleeease watch!” I told her that I not only wanted her to watch, I wanted her to help. She about fell off the chair. Yes! Yes! I’ll help! What can I do? I told her I didn’t know, but I wanted her there with me just in case I needed her. She said, “I’m there for you, when are we going to do it?” We set a date and she left. I told my husband I was ready, and asked him if he was ready. He immediately said yes! A week later, on a Friday night, Patty came over. I’d laid every-thing out, shaved my husbands balls, and gave him a valium. He was now starting to feel its affect. I rubbed his balls with some topical numbing agent and told him to lie down and Patty and I started to work his tool to life. I slowly worked it into my cunt and Patty massaged his soon to be removed balls. When he started to get aroused I told him I was going to put his balls into my vagina, so I got the Vagina Castrator and pulled his balls into it. Patty sucked on his penis and I stretched his sack and balls. She let go so that he could see me, and he watched with great anticipation. The sight of that fake vagina seemed to turn him on even further. Patty went back to sucking and I took the handles and put them on the Vagina Castrator. I squeezed the handles ever so slowly, it took a great effort, but I watched as a hundred needles penetrated his skin. His scrotum tried to retreat, but it was caught in the jaws of the Vagina Castrator. The needles pierced through the scrotal skin and my husband didn’t even moan. I expected some blood to flow, but I didn’t see any. Then I snapped the clasps into place. “There,” I said to myself, “The bars have crushed the cords and the needles will keep things in place.” I removed the fake vagina and looked at my creation. There were his balls trapped in the jaws of the Vagina Castrator, I started to get excited just looking at them. They were turning purple and were hanging helplessly. The needles had penetrated wonderfully. I probably could have torn them off like a perforated piece of paper, but I didn’t want to chance it.
As Patty continued to suck, I got the electro-cauterizing scalpel. When it was ready I asked Patty to suck harder. Her head was down so I could see my husband’s eyes. Patty was able to see what I was doing and it turned her on too. Slowly I placed the scalpel at the top of the Vagina Castrator. With back and forth motion, I slowly sawed through his scrotum. After about an inch or so, his scrotum started to open up on the outside. I could see inside his sack! I then saw that the ball cords were next. They looked pearly white but I cut right through them, first one and then the next! The scrotum dropped as his balls fell down deep inside. The scrotum continued to open, but the Vagina Castrator held his remaining sack tightly together. It really worked. The further I cut the more I realized that I’d forgotten to get a bowl or jar to catch his balls in. I told Patty to run to the kitchen and get something. She came flying back with a clear mixing bowl and handed it to me. She stood wide-eyed looking at my husband’s partially severed scrotum and balls. Finally I asked her if she’d like to finish the job. She was ecstatic! She put on some sterile gloves and I coached her. She worked that scalpel ever so slowly back and forth. When she got down to about a half-inch from the bottom of his scrotum, my husband’s balls fell out with a squish into the bowl. We both jumped, but he didn’t even notice. That valium sure seemed to work. Patty picked up one of his balls to look at, it was weird and tantalizing at the same time. Finally, I said to her, let‘s finish the job. She took the scalpel and moved it back to his scrotum. It now looked like a shriveled piece of skin, hanging on by a thread. I reached now and pushed it inside out. Now we could see what a scrotum looked like from the inside and it wasn’t pretty. Patty began to cut and ever so easily the scrotum plopped into the bowl. It was done! I took the blade of the scalpel and moved it up and down the bars of the Vagina Castrator. I thought it might cauterize any remaining blood vessels. All this took place about four weeks ago and we did run into some complications. My husband’s hormones went crazy and we were unprepared for this. Fortunately I was able to get him some testos-terone patches which have helped him feel a lot better. When we finally unsnapped the Vagina Castrator, it was a beautiful sight. There was some redness, but it had healed wonderfully. When the needles first came out, you could see the puncture marks, but they’ve finally faded. Now my husband is a happily castrated man who can still have great sex, even without his balls.
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