This blog thread is a continuation of the previous threads "Penis Numbing Question" and "'Mom' and 'Dad'????". Events are changing enough to make those thread titles less applicable now.

Tim and I will be heading to the airport in less than an hour, then off to California for two weeks' vacation with my old college roommate Megan. Those who've followed the previous blog threads know that my hubby Tim and I have been married for 20 years and that for decades--since grade school, in fact--he's had a fantasy about having women cut his penis off. I've humored the fantasy with "playtime" activities, but I've been careful not to take really big risks with his genitals.

Megan is well aware of Tim's fantasies and participated in our playtime once while visiting us. (She dated him before I met him.) And Tim has expressed a desire to push the envelope on risk, and I plan to do just that on our vacation. Tim has been wearing a homemade chastity device, and I've just released him so that we don't get strange questions about why he has a padlock and chain on his genitals while going through security at the airport, but the device will be going back on when we get to Megan's.

That should get any new readers oriented to what's going on. From this point, I'll assume that readers will refer to the other blog threads for details if it's not clear in this thread how we got to this point.

Reader comments (and playtime suggestions) are welcome.

Sandi

Yesterday, Tim was home again shortly after I typed the above post. He said he got to work and found the parking lot empty and then suddenly realized that today was a holiday and that he didn't have to go to work after all. One of those "D'oh!" moments. So he immediately turned around and came back. He filled us in on why he was back. Said he felt like an idiot. In telling what happened next, I'm sure I don't have everything that was said exactly right, but the following is as close as I can recall.

Misty and I were still in pajamas when he returned, so I told him, "Tim, Misty was a little put out that you didn't notice her boobs this morning." Tim looked puzzled, and Misty blushed. Neither said anything. Tim looked at me incredulously, then looked at Misty, then back at me.

I hoped Misty wasn't getting too embarrassed, but I was having fun with Tim and got carried away. "She has a really nice figure, don't you think?"

I think by this point, Tim realized I was playing with him but still wasn't sure how to respond without getting into trouble. He just nodded and said, "Can we change the subject now?"

I wasn't ready to change the subject. "Just saying, Misty says you can ogle her boobs now. You can ogle mine, too," I said, and took off my pajama top.

Tim grabbed me by the waist, pulled me toward him, and gave me a hard swat on my rear end. "You are absolutely shameless, you brazen hussy!" he said with a mock rebuke. Then he couldn't help grinning. As we stood there hugging each other, I glanced at Misty. She was standing with her mouth hanging open. I guess she never saw this kind of interaction between Lisa and any of her exes. I motioned for her to come over and join the hug. Tim and I both put our arms around her, and we stood there for a couple of minutes, all three hugging each other.

Finally, Misty spoke. "You guys are weird," she said, "but I love you guys."

Tim said, "Well, then, welcome to our weird little family. Now go get something on over those beautiful boobs of yours before I do something even more inappropriate." As we let go of each other and Misty headed off to her room, Tim turned to me and said, "You, on the other hand, can stay naked." Misty looked back and grinned.

Later, while Misty and I were getting supper ready, she said, "You and Tim are really in love, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "You've been married twenty years, and you still hug and tease each other. Mom would be in love for the first month and then find her husbands' flaws and the romance was gone. I didn't think people like you really existed."

I smiled and gave her a hug. "Sweetie," I said, "everybody has flaws. Everybody has quirks. If your goal is to find the perfect person, you'll never be happy. I think the secret is finding somebody with flaws and quirks you can live with and who can live with yours. And if you think you're falling in love, ask yourself whether you actually like the guy. Like and love are different. Love quickly wears off if like isn't there. Love is fickle; like is durable." Misty looked a little puzzled but didn't ask for an explanation. That's the last we spoke of the matter. We were busy cooking and setting the table.

Mia was ready when Misty arrived to pick her up. She followed Misty around all night, talking nearly non-stop, and they spent a fair part of the evening in Misty's room giggling. I'll fill you in on more details another time, but it suffices to say that Mia feels at home there, and the foster mother seems to be just what Mia needs. At nine, Misty said they'd better head back or the foster family would worry. By the time Misty returned, Tim and I were in pajamas. Misty put hers on, Tim popped a couple of bags of popcorn, I put a movie into the DVD player, and we sat watching the movie the rest of the night.

This morning, we all arrived at the breakfast table at about the same time, still in pajamas. Misty thanked us for having Mia over last night. She said she felt more love here than she could remember. Then she dropped a bomb. "Do you mind if I call you Mom and Dad?" she asked. Tim and I looked at each other, then Tim asked her, "Does that mean I'd be a pervert if I ogle your boobs?" Misty seemed surprised by the question, then suddenly took off her pajama top. "Ogle all you want, Dad," she said. Tim was clearly taken aback. "Ummmmmm, put that thing back on," he said. "You may say it's okay, but now it's my conscience that's calling me a pervert." Misty didn't seem to take what he said as a rebuke, but she did put her top back on. We finished breakfast without further reference to boobs or parenthood, but I guess we're Mom and Dad now.

Misty gave us both hugs as she left for work and said she'd probably not be back before midnight again. I told Tim I was proud of him for telling Misty to put her top back on, and I'm giving him another cleaning and shaving and a dice-roll chance at sex this afternoon. We're also thinking that Misty might house-sit for us if we go ahead with the vacation plans. We'll discuss that idea with Misty tomorrow.

Sandi

A favorite activity for my hubby (Tim) and me is for me to tie him up naked, stimulate him sexually by being naked myself and playing with his genitals, and then inflict genital pain and threaten to cut his penis off. Nothing seems to get him more excited than thinking I might cut it off, which is the one thing that seems to both fascinate him almost to the point of obsession and terrify him more than death.

But I know I couldn't actually do that, and I also know that, although he finds the threat more exciting than anything he can imagine, not having a penis would probably not be something he could handle. Besides, I love the great sex we have after our sessions, and I don't want to give that up. He tells me he'd take care of my needs with his fingers and tongue, but it just wouldn't be the same.

We've been playing this game now for as long as we've been married (20 years), and it's really hard to make the threat seem real for that long without doing any cutting. He does find the (real) threats I do provide exciting--having his testicles beaten and being stimulated while he's denied orgasm, for example--but he's gotten too confident that I won't actually do any permanent damage.

I'd like to give him the experience of living without a penis for a while but with no permanent effect. In other words, I'd like to numb his penis for a period of time, say two weeks or so. I think experiencing that would restore the excitement for him. And, frankly, I'd find it exciting to do it to him. As I said before, it's hard to keep doing the same things for 20 years and keep the excitement up.

I've tried wrapping a rubber band around the base of his penis while he's tied up and leaving it there for an hour, and that has had some effect, as he's had trouble getting a full erection for several days afterward, but I'm afraid this could lead to permanent damage in the long run, and I don't want to do that. Besides, even while he couldn't get a full erection, he was able to get an orgasm by masturbation.

Also, he made a device for me to use to give his penis electric shocks, but while he found them painful, there was no numbing effect.

Does anyone know a safe way to numb a man's penis so that he cannot achieve orgasm no matter what he tries for a period of time (a week to a month or so)? I'm not so concerned with whether he can get an erection, but if it interferes with his libido--his sexual desire--the whole thing would be pointless. The idea is for him to want sex, even desperately, and have orgasm out of reach as surely as if he had no penis.

Sandi