Perfect Match
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Synopsis: A young married couple go to extreme lengths to solve their fidelity issues
Story Codes: M/F, Cheating, Castration, FGM, Romance, NC-Reluctant, Extreme!

Note: This story was written before I knew how to write. I have never found the time or enthusiasm to give it a proper editing. As such, it's served "as is" and I apologize for the inconvenience. -rr

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Perfect Match
Fiction by Rachael Ross

Part One


I woke up with a headache again. In some motel room with a guy whose name was either Dave, or Greg. I'd been with both of them, but there was only one in the bed now, and he was face down under the pillow. Did it really matter?
  
Probably not as I sighed and stretched and pretended it was okay. But I knew it wasn't. My first ritual of the morning told me that. I went into the bathroom, quietly, and turned on the lights and then examined my body. Bruises, cuts, bites, hickies, whatever...Why was it always like this? In the morning I had no interest. If anything my memories were repulsive to me and I only wished to forget what I'd done. I could barely stand to see myself in the mirror and when I sat down to pee, a long night of sex washed out of me as well.
  
I bit my lip and just sat there. I was done, but I didn't want to move. Many, many mornings I'd told myself never again. Like an alcoholic, swearing off the bottle with the sunrise, but damn! That sun was hot around noon, wasn't it? And by mid-afternoon the thirst was terrible. By midnight, it was a living thing, writhing under my skin...wanting it, needing it, and morning was so far away.
  
But alcohol wasn't my problem. When I was growing up the popular word was nympho. "Oh, she's a nympho..." people would say, not understanding the word at all. She has a different guy every night." And men would smile, and boys would laugh, and decent women would cross the street, just in case it might be contagious. Or worse, they might be seen as being sympathetic, if not downright friendly. Slut was another good word, and whore, I suppose. I'd used them, letting the words slip from my catty tongue like venom.
  
Oh, look at me now. But I couldn't. 
 
I wasn't a nymphomaniac. I know because I'd looked the word up. I was just a woman who liked sex. And not even sex, maybe, but the feelings down there, between my legs. I read in Cosmo once a comparison of women who were 'orgasmic' versus those who rarely achieved orgasm. They were in the minority, those lucky few, and I was one of them. Orgasmic. When it started feeling good, I would start to cum and it didn't stop. Just one after another, like a freight train rolling over my body. On and on...How lucky I am.
  
But I didn't have normal relationships. I fucked like a man would. I hunted for it, picking up guys for no other reason than my clit was buzzing and I'd fuck his brains out. Being just twenty-two and reasonably attractive had its advantages, after all, and one of them was that a man never said no. As if he would anyway, right? Yeah, right. 
 
And let me tell you, I didn't like it. I didn't like this power my body had over my mind. 
 
I'm liberated though. It's the 21st century, I'm an adult and responsible and all I want in life is a good job, a nice house, a few credit cards that give me frequent flier miles, and a man to share it with. I didn't need or especially want children. I'd had pets growing up and they'd all died lonely painful deaths. I just wanted to be...dependable.   

My body enjoyed it, as I've explained, but my mind, perhaps even my soul, was fed up with it. I didn't even want sex. I'd had enough fucking for two lifetimes and it was unsatisfying. Pleasure left me sitting on a toilet with cold sperm dripping from my cunt. Do you understand that? Is there anyone who really could? I didn't think so, not at the time, and that just made it worse. How do you fight depression? You be with people and relax and laugh and sooner or later, end up on your back in some motel room.  

I'd tried the modern cures. I went to the gym, trying to exhaust myself with aerobics and Stairmasters and everything else. I went to counseling. I took some funny little pills that should have made me happy. But they didn't. I read books, listened to tapes, and even tried a long term lesbian affair with one of the secretaries in the pool at work. She liked it.  

My husband didn't. He loved me and he put up with me, but mostly I think because he was busy with his own career. We complemented each other nicely. Both of us hard working, wanting to get more and more, to climb the ladders. I fucked every swinging cock I could get my pussy around and Steve, my husband, had fucked every girl that caught his eye. We hated that about each other, but that was the only thing. Otherwise, we were perfectly mated. A match made in heaven, as they say.  

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"Rachael?" My husband had just fucked me hard for the third time that night. He was taking off his condom. I'm not sure if he wore it because he was afraid of catching something from me, or if he didn't want to give me something of his. He was the only man I fucked with a condom on, unless the stranger I was with happened to have one, and that was rare.  

"Hmmm?" I was rubbing my clit a little, she was still buzzing.  

"I was watching some TV the other day, Discovery Channel, and they were talking about girls who get married in some country in Africa." He wrapped his condom up in a Kleenex. And they did something called a clitorectomy. You ever heard of that? 

"No." I shrugged and rolled over, looking at him. He is a good looking man. I love him a lot, I just hated cheating on him...and I blamed my clit for only part of that. The rest I put on him for cheating on me. But I'd started it, I had to admit. But he'd known he was marrying the biggest slut in college too...I sighed. So much blame, more than enough for both of us.  

"They were interviewing people and this guy was saying they did it so the wife wouldn't be distracted by wanting sex." Steve smiled at me. "They remove the girl's clitoris and I guess it doesn't feel good anymore. 

"Oh yeah?" I thought about that. "That would sort of...suck!" I laughed.  

"Well, yeah...I guess so," Steve said, but he didn't sound so sure.  

"What did you think of it?" I asked him.  

"Um, well...it was sort of sexy. In a way, I mean these girls...some were only like 12 or 13, they'd never feel anything, you know? Never have an orgasm."  

I stared at him. "And you think that's sexy?"  

"Yeah, I don't know. Kind of."  

"Ever heard of castration?" I grinned at him. "That's pretty sexy too."  

He laughed like I was kidding. "Yeah, okay...I just thought I'd tell you about it, you know."  

I did know, and so did he. I was looking for a way to control myself. Maybe Steve was too, thinking if I'd finally settle down and stop being the local sperm bank, he might be able to spend more time with me then. We could actually have some semblance of normalcy even. I found some stuff about it on the internet, but not very much. I needed to talk to someone.  

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I went to my regular gynecologist, a few days after waking up with Greg or Dave, and I dodged the questions about my recent sexual history. Her name is Dr. Naismeth, and she's old. She knows about bodies and she knows about me. She's treated me for a few minor STD's and some irritations, and a little yeast infection that sort of came and went at random for awhile. But this time I was clean at least, so she only gave me a 20 minute lecture, rather than the full blown 45 minute trip to the verbal woodshed.   
And then, as if by magic, it was my turn to talk.  

"Doctor..." I wasn't sure how to start, actually.  

"What is it, Rachael?" she asked, busy writing in my file while I dressed slowly.  

"I was wondering about something I read the other day." I waited until she looked up and asked, "Um, it was about...female circumcision."  

"Uhhhh..." She put her pen down and sat back a little in her chair. "And what were you wondering about?  

"Well, um...I think it was called a clitorectomy?" I gestured, wanting to know if I had that right.
  
"Yes," Dr. Naismeth replied slowly. "There are clitorectomy procedures and infibulations, generally considered part of the broader female circumcision topic."  

"I was reading an article about uh, some place in Africa where they do it to girls, you know? And um, one of the reasons they did it, according to the article, was to remove the desire for sex."  

She coughed a little. "Well, uh, that might be part of the rationale, but largely I think it's more a tradition that just hasn't been overcome by common sense."  

I looked down. Well, I knew what her opinion of it was now, anyway. "But would that really work? I mean removing the clitoris? Would a woman uh...would she lose desire for sex?"  

"No." Dr. Naismeth shook her old gray head. "I don't think so; the desire for sex largely comes from your emotions, from your mind and mood. The clitoris isn't producing any chemicals, like uh...like the male testes for example. Your clitoris is only a responder, it reacts to stimulation and that triggers a release of chemicals of course, but it's a result...not an actuator."  

"Are you sure?" I looked up at her.  

"Well, I'm reasonably sure, yeah." She chuckled a little. "Look, Rachael, your problem isn't with your clitoris, it's with your head. Have you been to Dr. Keller?  

Keller was my psychiatrist, a sexual therapist. "Yeah," I replied. "But I just, I don't know." I shrugged helplessly. "I just think that for me, my clitoris is like...making me do stuff, you know?"
  
"No dear." Dr. Naismeth insisted. "Your clitoris is doing what it's supposed to do, but you," she tapped her head, "are not doing what you're supposed to do. You're not thinking. If you don't start thinking, start changing those thought processes, you'll come in here one day and I'll have to give you some very bad news...And I do not!" She stared at me hard. "Do not want to give you bad news. Do you understand me?"  

Yeah." I nodded and took a deep breath because there was another 20 minutes where that came from!  

I was pretty sure though that Dr. Naismeth was wrong about me and my clitoris. I mean, just getting on the elevator after I left her office I could feel my pussy throbbing. The guy on the elevator was average, middle aged, balding, slightly overweight. I felt no attraction for him. His face looked dull to me and I doubted we'd have much in common. My heart didn't race, my mind didn't wander to the things he'd like to do to me. I felt  nothing inside. 

But my clit was hard already, aching and as I stood there I could feel it, like a fire spreading between my legs. Masturbation wouldn't do it for me, it never did, even if I could have found a place. I needed a cock inside me, that's what my clit was telling me. A big fat hard long piece of prick to slide between my nether lips and make me feel good. 

I stared down at my feet because I knew that fire would spread. My belly would start churning with it, my nipples growing hard and stiffening. My lungs would labor and my heart palpitate. And trapped in that squirming 5'4" body would be me, helpless and protesting until even that was lost. No. I shook my head and the guy must have thought I was a little crazy. Dr. Naismeth didn't know, she couldn't know. Somehow my wiring had gotten messed up and it wasn't my head that was wrong, it was my clit. I had to fix it.  

Back at the office where I worked as a realtor, it wasn't long before I told my boss I was going out to look at some property. But the property I was looking at was 9 inches of hard cock belonging to the manager of the local Denny's, if you can believe that. We'd been fucking for years and I never got tired of it. But I was unhappy with myself afterwards, feeling his cum running down my thighs as I walked back out to my car. Clitorectomy, I thought...  

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"Steve?" It was the first time we'd seen each other in a couple days. I was full of sperm from another man, but I was too tired to take the shower I needed. I just laid down next to him on our bed and stretched a little. "That clitorectomy thing, do think it really works?"  

He turned to look at me. "I don't know. That's what they seemed to be saying on that TV show, but they didn't make it sound like very much fun for the girls."  

"Yeah." I nodded. "But if it meant...well, if it meant I wouldn't go out and...do stuff. Would you uh, I mean could you be home too? Like a real husband?"  

I just couldn't bring myself to flat-out ask him if he'd stop fucking other women. It humiliated me to bring it up, the same way Steve generally refused to discuss my relationships outside our marriage. We really were just roommates, more than anything else, and that suddenly made me feel very sad and lonely.  

"I think so," he said after a minute.  

"You...think so?" I closed my eyes.  

"Well, I can't really know until it happens, Rachael. Be reasonable. I...well, we've been living like this a long time and uh, if you got a clitorectomy...or whatever, if you changed suddenly, then...it might take some time for me to adjust."  

"So you're saying no." I shook my head slowly.  

"I'm not saying no. I'm saying maybe, given some time...Yeah, I could change." Steve was reaching. "Why? Do you think you want to do that?"  

I dont know. I reached down and felt my sex, soaking in the sperm of a total stranger. I didnt even remember his name, or if hed even given me one. I just know I dont want to live like this.

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I called every gynecologist in the phone book, each time my first question was, Does your clinic do clitorectomy procedures? I was all the way down in the Ss before I got the response I was looking for. 
 
Doctor Sandraskats office, may I help you? 
 
Hi, good morning. Im interested in having a clitorectomy performed on myself and I instinctively paused, since that was about the time most of the receptionists interrupted me, saying they didnt do those.  

Yes? the woman said, waiting for more, obviously. I felt my heart skip a beat.  

Yes, uhand I was wondering if I could make an appointment and maybe speak with the doctor about it.  

Certainly. May I ask you some questions first? 
 
Oh, sure. Yeah, I agreed.  

You said the clitorectomy was for yourself, right? I told her yes. And may I ask your reasons for this?  

My reasons? I thought about it.  

Yes, like for religious reasons? Or traditional, perhaps?  

Oh, no. Im catholic. I laughed a little nervously. I just, umI have a very high sex drive and uh, wellI just want to lose the temptation, I mean Im married and  

Oh, I see. Your husband then is also interested in you having this operation?  

Yes, ohIt was his idea, actually. I frowned a little as I held the phone. Why? Is thatbad or something?  

Oh no! It isnt bad at all. Many women who come to our offices for clitorectomy are married and doing it for their husbands. You said youre catholic, are you Caucasian then, Miss  

Rachael. My name is Rachael and well, Im Amerasian, half Filipina actually.  

Alright Rachael, well, if youd like to come by, I have opening tomorrow, at 2pm, or onFriday at 9am, and most of next week is booked so  

Tomorrow would be great, sure. I shrugged. "Where are you located again?
 
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It was breakfast before I saw Steve again, he was just getting home at 6am, half dressed and smelling like pussy juice. I could taste it, or so I imagined when he kissed me. But Id only been home a half hour myself so perhaps he could taste the sperm on my breath too.  

I was thinking dear. I told Steve as I poured a cup of coffee for him. If I do get my clit removed, mmmmwell, I was thinking maybe you could do something for me too.  

Something for you? He was grabbing some frozen bagels out of the fridge.  

Yeah. I mean, if I had my clit removed, just so I wouldnt be out fooling around, maybe you could do the same thing and thenWell, we would have that to build on, you know?  

Okay. Steve nodded thoughtfully. But, I dont have a clit. He grinned at me.  

No. I nodded too. No, you dont, but you could always, umget castrated.  

The kitchen was silent for a few minutes.  

Castrated? Steve looked at me finally and opened the bag of bagels. You mean get my balls cut off?  

Yeah. And then you wouldnt have to worry about trying to change and Id feel so much better about getting my clitoris removed.  

My balls? He repeated and rolled his eyes. I uh, sort of like my balls, honey.  

Well, I know that! I like my clit too. I laughed at him. But seriously, if sex wont matter to me anymoreand thats a good thing, right?  

Riiiiiight. Steve said slowly, dipping his head like he was looking for a trap.  

Then uh, if sex doesnt matter to you either, wellthat would be a really good thing, dont you think?  

UmI think Im going to be late for work if I dont get in the shower. He started turning around.  

Im serious, Steve! I grabbed his arm. I love you and I want to do it for you, for usbut I need you to do it too. Okay?  

IllIll think about it, Rachael. I will. And then he was gone, headed upstairs to shower and change.  

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The doctor turned out to be a very nice man from Brunei, of all places, although he said his ancestry was Indian. I believed him too. He looked like Gandhi, kind of, or at least Ben Kingsley with a tan. Maybe a little taller, but bald and friendly enough. 
  
So, Rachael, how do you do? I am Doctor Sandraskat and you are here aboutgetting circumcised? Yes?  

I smiled and shook his hand. Yes, thats right. I want to have my clitoris removed, if thats possible.  

Oh, its possible. He sat down in his chair behind his desk, and I sat down opposite him in a comfortable chair of my own, and crossed my hands over my purse. Perhaps you would explain why youre interested in it?  

Well, it was my husbands idea initially. After speaking with the receptionist that seemed to be the easiest way to explain it. You see, umI havent been exactlyfaithful, to my husband. I blushed a little.  

I see. So you have a lover? He looked at me.  

No, not uh, not a loverI see men sometimes, strangers and umwell I shrugged and made a little face. I just cant seem to control myself. I mean it feels so good I just want todo it. A lot.  

I see. So if we remove the offending clitoris then it will not feel good, and you will be faithful and your husband will be happy. He smiled. Is that your thinking?  

Yeah. I nodded slowly. I think so.  

"Uh-huh. Well, it is true that female circumcision can significantly reduce the pleasure you will get from sex. It may even be expected to diminish your interest in sex, as the activity will no longer be sopleasant. You may find yourself somewhat embarrassed by it, or mildly reluctant to have sex, even with your husband because of a perceiveddeficiency in your ability to respond.  

I just sat there thinking it couldnt really be all that complicated, could it?  

I do many circumcisions for my female patients, particularly my younger patients who are marrying in the traditional manner of their family. For instance, last week there was a precious child of 14, a very nice girl from a well to do family. She was marrying a man, a recent immigrant from New Delhi, and he was very concerned you know.  

Concerned? I looked at the man.  

Yes, about this country. Americans are veryaggressive, you see. Everyone knows this and he had very real fears that his new wife would enjoy the attentions of other men, particularly American boys. The solution was to remove the girls clitoris and she was happy to do this for her husband, of course.  

Of course. I nodded in agreement.  

She will be devoted to him now and not so distracted by those feelings, those peculiar sensations between her legs. I did it and the family was very grateful, believe me.  

I do. I said.  

Ah, and you are wondering why I am telling you this. It is because female circumcision has been misunderstood and misrepresented for years! There are very few women such as you, willing to accept the rightful decision of their husbands, and curb the wanton desires inherent in their own bodies. It has been labeled Female Genital Mutilation by people who know nothing of the cultures and traditions which practice it.  

I nodded and the doctor smiled at me.
  
I am telling you this because you may hear things, or see things, which suggest female circumcision is nothing but the rape of innocence by men. The destruction of female independence. And nothing, I assure you, could be farther from the truth. It is an act of love on the part of the husband, even if it is not always obvious to those who do not understand. You would like to save your marriage, yes?  

Yes. I licked my lips. Very much.  

Then, if you would like for me to do this for you, I will do it. My only condition being that your husband must be here also. If you were not married, it would be different, your father, or older brother would be here perhaps, but since you are marriedYour husband shall witness your devotion and assist me in this gesture of true love and selfless devotion.  

I understand. I was nodding my head. And the uh, cost  

Doctor Sandraskat shook his head. The cost is very little. A few hundred dollars, merely to cover the expenses. My own time in such matters is of no account whatsoever.  

Really? I smiled at him. Thank youI, thats very generous.  

Ahhh He waved a hand and smiled. Here, lets get these out of the way then He slid some papers across the desk and I looked at them.  

What are these? I asked.  

Oh, just the forms for doing the procedureI find its best to take care of the little things first."  

But if um I licked my lips.  

If you change your mind? He smiled paternally. Then nothing will ever become of them. Its just a convenience, really.  

I shrugged and wasnt totally sure I should be signing anything, but he was a very reassuring man and I couldnt imagine changing my mind anyway. I was desperate!  

There we go. He watched as I signed and initialed them, and he filed them away. Now, whenever youre ready, we wont have to worry about anything but the procedure.  

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Hi. 

I saw Steve a few days later. He came home unexpectedly during his lunch hour and caught me riding the Fed-Ex delivery man. Hed knocked on our door by mistake, but he did that once or twice a month it seemed. But he had a really thick cock, like 10 inches around or something. I could barely suck it, but it definitely fed my hungry pussy!  

Uhhh Steve just stood in the doorway staring at me. Why arent you at work? He asked and then, Nevermind Isee why.  

Huh? Who are you talking to, daddy? I heard a girls voice, a real little girls voice, and it was Lonnie Ebertowski, the cute curly haired girl who sold Girl Scout cookies at the mall. She was wearing her uniform and I wondered why she wasnt in school or something.  

Uh, nobody sugar. Lets go to the other room and Ill show you how to earn that butt fucking merit badge we talked about! Steve glanced at me and I wagged my finger at him as I bounced my squishy over-stuffed pussy up and down, ready to take a special delivery from Fed-Ex right up into my womb at any second.  

Lonnie stared at me and lifted her 15 year old hand, wriggling her fingers and giggling. Hi Bill! She wasnt waving at me at all, and I looked down as the Fed-Ex guy, whos name I hadnt even known, waved back.  I made a mental note to talk to Lonnie about getting a clitorectomy before she ended up like meer, I guess it was probably too late. 

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Later though, I said Hi again. 

And this time we werent too busy for talking. I was getting dressed to go out. It was amateur stripper night at the Bodyshop and I always had a good time there. Steve was dressing up too, I guess that new waitress at Hooters had finally given him a date.  

Hi. He looked at me and whistled. You look great.  

Thanks. I smiled back. So do you.  

It was sort of an awkward moment. You know I love you right? He asked me suddenly.  

Yeah. I brushed a little black hair back from my eyes. I love you too, Steve. More than anything.  

He nodded. I was um, thinking about the castration thing andWell, what you said. We cant live like this. And uh, I cant live without you.   

He walked close to me and hugged me from behind, so we just looked at ourselves in the mirror. Two beautiful people, in love with each other, married to each otherand going out to fuck someone else, just becausewhy? I didnt really know. Because of our anatomy, I decided. My clit and his balls. They were ruining everything.  

I cant live without you either, Steve. But II cant do it if Im alone. I looked down at his large gentle hands holding me. We could be so happy. I whispered.  

Yeah. He swallowed hard. You...um, youre right, Rachael. You find a doctor and uh, Ill do it, okay? For you. He turned me around and looked into my soft brown eyes.  

For us. I said softly and we kissed like we hadnt in a long, long time and it was so nice.  But then it was time to get going. Me to a bar full of horny, middle-aged, blue collar men who cashed their paychecks in one dollar bills; and him to a college coed named Becky who had boobs the size of Kansas. But I was smiling anyway. Steve had told me hed do it!  

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It was a lot easier finding a doctor to do a castration! I guess they do a lot of those, or something. The very first place I called said they did castrations all the time! Of course the name of the place was Allisons Male Health Center. I didnt know who Doctor Allison was, but male health was definitely the issue!  

Hi, good morning. Im calling to see about getting my husband castrated?  

Oh sure! It was a chipper young girl whose name, by some weird quark of fate, was Becky. Im Becky! Is this a referral?  

No, umI just saw your add in the yellow pages.  

Oh great! Cool! UmWell, sure we castrate men all the time! Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison, is one of the very best ball cutters in the whole country! So many of the men who come in here are first timers, you know. But Lisa, uhsorryDr. Allison really has a way with men! She giggled. She has a way with women too, butoh, uhDid you say you were married? Never mindAnyway, would you like to make an appointment? We do a consultation first, of course and then latersnip-snip! And youll be soooo happy!  

I wondered a little at the rather relaxed attitude of the receptionist this Dr. Allison person had answering her phones, but I thought a consultation would be good, even if I ended up looking for a different clinic.
  
Luckily they were able to get me in that very day and Becky looked just like she sounded. Decidedly sexy and rather rounded all over, but not fatjustround and curvy and blonde, and trying to pop out of her little white uniform every chance she got. I seriously feared one of the buttons on her straining blouse would hit me in the eye when it popped off, so I didnt look at her a whole lot.  

Rachael, Nice to meet you. Im Dr. Allison.  

Lisa Allison was everything her airhead receptionist wasnt. She was tall, dark, and rather beautiful, in a severe sort of way. I imagined shed look good in a leather cat suit holding a whip. She gave me a look too, not unlike the men at the Bodyshop had the night before. It surprised me a little, but at least she didnt say any of the things those men had been telling me.  

Hi. Nice to meet you too. I smiled and licked my lips a little self-consciously as the women looked me slowly up and down.  

So, have a seatLets talk about yourhusband is it? She had a little sofa, like a loveseat in her office and we sat very close together, so our knees were touching, just a little.  

Yes, my husband. I nodded. I really want to have him castrated.  

Okay, perfectly understandable. She smiled. And how does whats his name?  

Steve.  

How does Steve feel about being castrated? Was this his ideaor yours? She already seemed to know the answers, judging from the way her voice seemed to tease me just a little.  

It was my idea, yeah. I took a little breath and decided it might be best if Dr. Allison didnt know about my impending clitorectomy. I somehow doubted a woman like her would understand. And well, he wants to save our marriage.  

"Ah, marriage, yeah Dr. Allison tapped her clipboard with her pen. The enemy of any happy woman, Rachael, is balls. I started to smile but she cut me off. No, Im serious. Balls are everything thats wrong with the world wrapped up in one wrinkled hairy little sack. And not even a very attractive sack, at that! 

We did smile then.  Well, he loves me and uh, I told him I just couldnt go on if he was fooling around, you know?  

Oh, I know. She touched my knee to make her point, but didnt remove it like you'd expect. So many of my patients are brought in by their wives. Women full of concern for their family, for their children and homes, because their husbands just couldnt keep their balls from running their lives. Many, many women have broken down and wept, right here in this office, telling me of their husbands infidelities!  

"I, uh I didnt know what to say.  

And do you know what I tell those women, Rachael? Her hand was sliding up and down the inside of my thigh. I tell them to stand up for themselves! To be a woman and assume her proper place as an equal Dr. Allison looked me in the eyes and her fingernails grazed my skin. even superior, partner in their relationship. Balls do not make the man, Rachael. A woman can live just fine without them, believe me!  

I believe you I whispered.  

You know, just this morning I had a woman who brought in her husband. Shed been trying for years to stop his fooling around, but nothing worked. Shes a beautiful woman too. A vibrant, sexy, delicious woman with so much to offerBut this man, he was never satisfied. Everything in a skirt was fair game and he made no secret about it. Sound familiar? 

She smiled at me and her hand slipped across to my other thigh, pushing my legs apart slightly.
  
I can see it does. She continued without my reply. Well, she brought him in finally, telling him that I was a chiropractor, of all things! Dr. Allison laughed. The hardest part was getting his hands off Becky long enough to sign the consent forms. The poor girl, I had to console her all during lunch today! 

Dr. Allison glanced at the door and her fingertips were rubbing across my panties. 

Once he signed though, we handcuffed the bastard, gagged him, and cut those evil orbs off without so much as an aspirin!  

W-What? I looked up suddenly. I love my husband!  

Well, of course you do! Thats why youre here, Rachael! Dr. Allison smiled and used her other arm to hug me, balancing her clipboard across her knees. And Ill take good care of him, I promise! But believe me when I tell you this, cutting off a mans balls to keep him from fucking all your friends, wellDont you think he deserves a little pain?  

Uh I didnt really want to hurt Steve! I think um, nohes a good man. I looked at Dr. Allison. If youre going to do it, then you have to do itgently. Okay? No pain, nohumiliation. Hes doing it because he loves me."

Dr. Allison smiled like shed heard that before. Whatever you say, Rachael. But just remember sweetie, if he makes a run for it, youll never get him back on the table!  I nodded.  

The only other thing is Dr. Allison looked at me. You need to be here, okay? I mean it. Part of the process, the mental healing process for both of you, is seeing his nuts cut. And it helps so much more if youre the one to do it. At least one of them. Dr. Allison shrugged. I sort of like it too, therapeutic, you know.  

Uh, me? I stared at her, ignoring her fingers as they traced my slit.  

Uh-huh. Dr. Allison smiled. Do you want me to suck your clit?  

Wha?" 

But she was already down on the carpet 

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Dear Steve, I need to see you tonight. I made reservations at the Four Seasons, so meet me there at 8:00 sharp! I love you! R.  

If there was any proof to the necessity of what my husband and I were planning, it was plainly evident in the fact that we had to write notes to each other.  

At least he was on time and the Four Seasons was a nice, romantic restaurant. It was a little strange going in there with my husband, since between us I was pretty sure wed fucked most of the employees and maybe a third of the customers. A lot of men, sitting with their wives and children, pointedly ignored me. I think Steve was getting the same treatment from the fairer sex.  We talked a little, enjoying ourselves and finding that yes, even after 3 years of marriage and hundreds of torrid sexual encounters with other people, Steve and I were decidedly still hopelessly in love. I was ready to fuck him right there on the table, especially when I started telling him about our appointments. 
 
Next Thursday, at umm10am, were going to see Dr. Allison. I smiled. Her name is Lisa and shes very sweet and she is going to castrate you.

Steve looked at me and bit his lower lip the way he does when hes nervous. Okay. He said softly.  

And then, right after lunch, at 1pm on the following Monday were going to see Dr. Sandraskat. He looks like Gandhi, sort of. I grinned. Anyway, and hes going to umdo a clitorectomy on me. Cut off my clit and the labia minora  

Labia minora?  

The little lips on the inside of my cunt, dear. I smiled at the waiter who gave me a very funny look. A little more wine, thanks. I liked wine a lot.  
I see. Steve glanced at the man and then looked back at me.  

Now, Im going to be there when your balls get cut off. Dr. Allison insisted on it. And you have to be there when I get my clit cut off, because Dr. Sandraskat insisted on that! I chuckled softly. And then  

And then well be happy. Steve nodded and then smiled at me. I love you, Rachael.  

I love you too, Steve!  We went home and celebrated by fucking each other, knowing we only had a few chances left for that. I sort of wished Steve hadnt been wearing a condom though.  

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Thursday arrived! 
 
Steve had taken the day off, in fact hed taken a week off, since he figured hed probably be a little sore, judging from the information pamphlets Becky had given me. He was nervous too, I could see it. He hadnt slept well at all that night and he'd had way too much coffee that morning. He couldnt sit down for more than 10 minutesIt was sort of driving me crazy, so I was glad when it was time to go.  

Are you uhare you sure about this, Rachael? Steve was asking me in the car. He was driving about half the posted speed limit and I told him hed better step on it.  

Im sure I love you. I smiled. Im sure I want to save our marriage. Dont you?  

Yeah. He nodded quickly. Oh yeah, but uh, I mean this doctorI mean maybe a second opinion  

A second opinion? I laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Youre being silly.  

As soon as we walked in the office I could tell Steve was unhappy. He looked around like a caged animal, even when Becky walked over to greet us; he barely looked at her, which was definitely strange since she was wearing a nurse's uniform that must have come from a BDSM catalog.
  
Hi! She bubbled over with cheer. You must be Steve! Im Becky and today, Im going to prepare you for surgery! Wont that be fun! Were going to wash your balls and your big ol penis, and shave and everything! Im even going to have to drain some of that sperm out of there, if thats okay with you, RachaelI know some wives like to do that themselves.  

I shook my head. No, pleasebe my guest.  

Oh goody! Steve, you just sign this for me Steve signed without really reading anything. And thisAnd thisand right hereand initial this this this and thisGreat! Now come right this wayand be a good boy and youll get a sucker, okay? She giggled.  

A sucker yeahI thought with a groan.

Rachael, uh Steve was looking at me and I just kissed him and gave him a little push. 

You just go along now, Steve and rememberThis is for us, honey.  

He nodded and I knew he was overwhelmed by it all. His fight or flight instinct was kicking in and I really hoped he would do neither because Dr. Allison had seemed pretty happy with the idea of doing Steve without any pain killer.
  
Dr. Allison came along and found me a minute later. Hi Rachael! Mmmmyou look beautiful today! Becky has your husband?  

I nodded. Yeah she said she was going to wash him an drain his sperm off, or something.  

Yeah, thats right. Would you like to watch? She looked at her watch. We have time.  

Oh, umI dont know. The idea of watching bubbly Becky drain my husbands balls didnt sound appealing, but Dr. Allison took me by the hand and pulled me along to an observation room.  It was sort of funny, because there was a window and some chairs and a speaker played all the sounds from the other room.
  
Dont worry, he cant see us. Dr. Allison assured me.  

Okay, Steve, now just take off your clothes for methats right 

I watched as Steve slowly undressed with help from Becky. She sighed, and pouted, and coaxed, and prodded, and I was sort of surprised at how she was able to get him undressed and on the little operating table. He didnt even protest when she strapped his wrists and ankles down!  

Beckys very good with men. Dr. Allison smile at me. I found her working in Las Vegas. So much potential to do good, wasted on 20 dollar lap dances.  

Oh. I shrugged. Right.  

Now, lets wash and shave those pretty balls of yours, Steve! Becky was smiling and she gasped as my husbands cock started to rise. Oh! Look at you, Steve! Oh my! Whatever will we do about that?  

Dr. Allison sat close to me and her mouth was next to my ear. How do you like seeing your husband strapped down, Rachael? Her hand found my right breast, squeezing me gently through my blouse. We could do anything we wanted to him in there. He signed the releases already.  

But I I started to protest, but then Dr. Allison was kissing me and her other hand was going up, underneath my skirt to rub my pussy. All I could do was kiss her back.  

I know what we can do, Steve! Becky was giggling and she unzipped her dress, wriggling out of it so she stood in white fishnets and a lacy see through g-string, perched on 3 heels. Her breasts defied gravity and had the longest nipples I'd ever seen on a woman. We can drain those balls now! 

Shed shaved my husbands crotch, everything from his balls, up to and around his cock was clean and a healthy freshly scrubbed pinkish color. It was nice and I wondered why more guys didnt shave.  

I was leaning against the big plate of one-way glass by then. Dr. Allison had brought a surprise just for me, a 12 black dildo that she reamed my hungry pussy with, making me quiver and moan and pant like a dog. I stared through the glass as my breath fogged it up a little, watching as Nurse Becky turned to a cabinet and pulled out a large syringe.  

Now, you stay very still Steve and this will feel really good! But if you move She shook her head. It can be a little painful.  

Wha-What are you doing? Steve stared at her.  

Im going to drain some of that sperm, silly! Becky giggled and I groaned behind the glass. "You never know, Rachael might want a baby someday!"

I-I thought we werent g-g-gonna hurt himOhhhh! I was breathless as Dr. Allison had decided I needed a little fisting too.  

OhHell be fine Rachael. Just watch! Dr. Allison whispered from behind me and then I felt her hand inside me and I started cumming hard, forgetting all about my husband!  

N-NoNoPlease! Steve was shaking his head. Rachael! Rachael! He was yelling, but I couldnt do anything by then! I was busy grinding my pussy back on Dr. Allisons arm.  

Tsk-tsk-tskHere we go! Becky said and I stared in shock as the woman grabbed my husbands balls in her left hand, pulling them and squeezing them too I thought, judging from the way his whole body went rigid. Youre going to feel a little...pinch! Becky giggled as she pushed the needle into one of them, slowly and my husband screamed with pain!

Ohhhh God! I was cumming again and I pounded the glass uselessly with my fists as my whole body just convulsed around Dr. Allisons hand.  
Becky smiled at my husband. Shhhhquiet now, dont be such a big baby! This doesnt hurt that much! But she had that needle jammed into his testes and she pulled back the plunger, drawing pinkish white sperm into the syringe. She did it slowly until the whole thing was full. MmmmGood boy, Steve! Thats 10ccs of pure semen mostly!  

She held it up and unscrewed the needle carefully, replacing it with some sort of cover and set the syringe in a little box marked 'cryo'. My husband was much quieter now, but his body was flushed and covered with perspiration. His cock however, hadnt flagged at all!  

See? Dr. Allison had moved her mouth to my ass, licking and sucking at my anus while she fisted me to 3 or 4 good orgasms. He liked it! They always do!  

Ohhhhh I moaned and that was the only reply I could make because then she was back down there, tongue fucking my ass with her pretty face.  
Now... Becky was smiling too. You were such a good boy for me, staying all hard and everything, Im going to give you that sucker you wanted! Okay? She licked her lips and I could see my husband nodding, his body relaxing a little.  

Here we go! Becky was bending over, finding a hose with a strange looking long rubber mouth on the end of it. Now, we just put this right on here like thatGet a good seal there...  

What? What are you doingI thought  

You thought I was going toput it in my mouth? Becky giggled. Ewwww! Come on, Steve! This is a clinic! We dont do that! She leaned close and whispered.  

Noplease, uhBeckyjust  

Shhhnow you be quiet now and let the sucker uhsuckand itll get all that nasty man sperm out of there, okay? She reached under the table and flipped a switch and there was a soft whirring sound.  My husband immediately stiffened a little, maybe expecting pain, but I guess it felt good, because he relaxed and even smiled a little.
  
See? Becky was standing next to him with her hands on her hips. Not so bad, is it?  

It wasnt bad for me either as Dr. Allison brought the dildo to my now very wet and relaxed asshole, shoving it slowly inside me so that I was trying to stand on my tip-toes from the pleasure of the painful penetration.  

Just a little more, Rachael She was teasing me and her other hand was still in my pussy, twisting around so her knuckles dragged across the soft walls of my sex. Just watch hubby in there, and think about how nice itll be without balls to ruin everything!  

Ohhhh Yessss. I hissed.  

My husband was moaning. His back arching and his butt bouncing off the cushions on the table. Ohhh Christ! Im cumminIm cummingOhhhhh  
Oh, yes you are Steve! Becky clapped her hands. Look at that! She pointed at a glass container mounted on the wall with a hose running into it. Sperm was spraying out in short rapid jets, splashing into the bottom and it seemed like there was quite a lot of it, at least to me.  

Ohh shit! My husband gritted his teeth. Turn it offArggh! Turn it off! It hurtsOh shit!  

Oh no, Steve! We cant turn it off Becky shook her head. Not until we get all that stuff out of there!  

W-Why? Steve gasped.  

Why? Becky shrugged. Because when Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison, cuts off your balls were going to inject them with silicon, you know, so they keep their shape better. Well, actually well do that just before she cuts them off, but you know what I mean.   

S-Silicon?  

Yes, sillyand then well put them on a nice lacy ribbon, like a garter, you know, and give them to your wife. They look so nice like that and shell always have them! All the women love itSome of them dangle them from the rear view mirrors in their cars, some use them for book markers, one women even used hers for Christmas Tree decorations! She had them plated in silver!" 

UGGGHH!! Steve was screaming now, but not entirely because of what that pump was doing I thought.  

Oh! Becky looked at the jar and it was over half full! I think youre done, oh my! That was a lot Steve! She turned off the machine and my husband collapsed.  

Ohhh my God! I was cumming again. Dr. Allison was fucking my ass hard with that dildo and had pulled her hand from my pussy, using her mouth on me instead. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a puddle of girl goo on the floor.  

Are you ready to cut your husbands balls off, Rachael? Dr. Allison was breathing heavily and I nodded. She pushed the dildo in a fraction deeper. Keep that in there, we dont want to lose it. 

She stood up and pulled my panties up, over the bare inch of black phallus that jutted from my stuffed anus. Then she pulled my skirt down, smoothing it and smiling at me.  I could barely walk!
  
Good afternoon, Steve how are you feeling? Dr. Allison walked briskly into the operating room and smiled at my husband. Becky was washing his balls, thighs, and penis, and entire pubic area with some foaming orange stuff, scrubbing him gently as he groaned.  You have his sperm? 

Dr. Allison looked at Becky and the blonde giggled and nodded.  Yes Mistress! She made a face. Oops! I mean, Doctor! I put it in the freezer already and um, theres a lot in the semen sucker, I mean the uh, jar thing over there She pointed.  

Okay, well, Rachael and I will go scrub up and then well cut off those balls, hmmm? She smiled at my husband and he looked into my eyes.  

R-Rachael?  

ShhhIll be right back, honey. I told him. Youre doing good! I bent over and kissed him tenderly, even though Dr. Allisons big dildo in my ass was seriously uncomfortable!  

I bet those balls hurt, huh? I heard Becky talking to husband. Dont worry, Steve, pretty soon they wont hurt at all! And she was smiling as she reached for another big syringe.  

We washed up and I put on a big green smock over my clothes and some thin rubber gloves over my hands. 
 
Ready Rachael? Dr. Allison smiled and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips. This is the first day of the rest of your life! She smiled and we went back into the surgery.  

Okay umAre you sure you want some anesthesia for your husband? Dr. Allison looked at me, but I was distracted, watching Becky leave the room. Shes just going to clean up.  

Oh, umyeah. I mean hes already hurting I think. I nodded.  

Rachael? Steve looked up at me. What did they do to me?  

What is it honey? I asked him.  

My ballsOh Christ they hurt! He was sweating. Thatgirl gave mesome shots  

I looked at Dr. Allison. Oh. She smiled. Becky just injected his testicles with a silicon compound and a hardening agent. Basically theres some chemicals in his balls right now, sort of like epoxy cement, that are eating through the softer inner tissues. But dont worry, the outer shell of the testes wont be harmed at all and in an hour or so youll be able to bounce your husbands balls off the floor. Very resilient stuff. She smiled.  
Steve and I both stared at her. Steve because hed just caught on that he was truly nullified now, even if he kept his balls attached, they wereuseless. Totally! And me becausewell, because theyre didnt really seem to be a reason to castrate him anymore, did there? I mean having rubber super balls hanging there was the same thing, really, and it would even save him some little pain from the surgery and maybe even more, the humiliation of being totally ball-less.  

Then uh, maybe we dont really have to cut him? Right? I looked at Dr. Allison. I mean, no more sperm or anythingnodesire? Right?  

Weeeellll Dr. Allison shrugged. The thing is, I mean there are possible complications from leaving his balls attached to his body. So far as his immune system is concerned your husband now has two very large tumor-like masses where his balls used to be. His body is going to try and attack itUmmmthey really do need to come off, I'm afraid." 

Oh. I nodded.  

RachaelII want to go home He really didnt look so good.  

I know dear. I stroked his cheek. Okay, well, lets do it. I smiled at Dr. Allison. It would be sort of neat to see it, I thought.  

Becky returned shortly, cleaned and dressed and pushing a cart with scalpels and clamps and surgery needles and thread and scissors and stuff. Dr. Allison gave my husband a series of shots, around his groin, telling us that would deaden the nerves down there, so he wouldnt feel a thing.  I have to admit it was exciting and I was getting a little hot watching as Dr. Allison went to work. It was pretty simple really; she told me how taking a guys nuts was her true passion. Ever since shed been a little girl she always wanted to castrate things. Shed started with animals, dogs mostly, Dr. Allison said. Shed grown up on a farm though, so shed seen horses get it done too, and bulls, and even pigs, when they were newborn. Anything with balls was fair game, in her opinion, and that had include her cousin Jimmy.  

I put the Elasticator on his balls and tightened down She giggled. He was only 13 at the time and honestly, I didnt really know I had one trapped under the band. You know theyre made for horses, the one I used, and those bands are wide and thick, compared to a boy. It popped his ball like marshmallow.  

My husband was shaking as we listened to her.
  
Thats what it felt like anyway. I mean as soon as he screamed and passed out I loosened it back up. But it was too late. I knew I was going to be in trouble She smiled at me. So you know what I did?  

No. I was breathing hard, watching her hands as shed made a series of incisions and just seemed to pop one of my husbands nuts out, onto a small round plastic dish.  

Well, I popped the other one too! Becky laughed and nodded at Dr. Allison. I mean, trouble is trouble, so why not have fun? I was only 14 though, so it wasnt that bad. She picked up a funny looking scissors. Okay, here we go, Ummmjust cut those little cords right thereoh.  

She glanced at Steve who was awake and alert and staring at the big mirror Becky had set up so he wouldnt miss anything. Did you want to say anything to your husband? Dr. Allison shrugged. Some wives do.  

Um. I looked at Steve and snipped the scissors a couple practice times in the air. Im so proud of you dear. Now well never have to worry again!  

R-Rachael He started saying something, but he closed his mouth abruptly when I just severed his testicle from his body, easy as cutting a bit of string, really.  

One down Steve! Becky smiled at him. What a big brave boy you are! And so nice of you to do this for your wife!"  

Thats right Becky, Steves a good boy now Dr. Allison laughed and pulled my husbands other testicle free, holding it up in her hand. I can feel it hard already, I love that silicon. You know, they use that stuff on space shuttle too. She nodded. Okay, wellHeres one small snip for a man, and one Dr. Allison looked at me and raised her eyebrows. small snip for me too.  

She cut off his last remaining nut and dropped it with a soft slightly mushy thud into the bowel with the other. No big deal. She said under her breath. Okay, lets make him pretty now. Uh, Rachael, you know he did sign a consent form for a penectomy too  

What? Steve jerked at the words. I d-did what?  

Don't you think hed look nice if he was really smooth down there? Dr. Allison looked at me.  

WaitN-No! R-RachaelRache!  

You know those guys when they get their balls cut off Becky whispered loudly. Their cocks get all soft and little and stuff, like a 6 year old boys or something. She made a face and honestly the thought of seeing my husband for the rest of our lives with a soft little penis between his legs didnt really appeal. But that might have been because of the dildo in my ass and the fire still burning in my pussy.  

Really? I looked at Dr. Allison.  

N-NoWait a minuteI-I didntNoooo! Steve was really jerking now, but his lower body was asleep anyway, so he really wasnt going too far. Especially being restrained and all!  

Steve, honey I leaned down and smoothed his hair. ShhhhListen to me  

B-But Rachael.You cantI meanplease, my dickIwe didnt talk about that! He was wide-eyed and afraid and I nodded sympathetically. 

Dont let her do it, okay? D-Dont let her take away m-my manhood too!  

I know, SteveI know sweetheart I kissed him. But really, you arent a man any more, dear! I gave him a hopeful smile, wishing I knew how to make him understand that I didnt really want to look at his useless penis all shriveled up and soft for the rest of my life.  

It really is for the best. Becky smiled at me. And hell be so much lessintimidating! She scrunched up her shoulders a little. Dicks make me nervous.  

Rachael Steve was calling me desperately.  

Okay. I nodded at Dr. Allison, Just take everything, I dont want to see his penis get all small and ugly."  

Dr. Allison nodded sympathetically. Youre doing the right thing. Hell be a littleworried for awhile, but believe me, once you show him off to your friendshell calm down. She laughed and I smiled at the thought of parading my smooth penis-free husband out for my friends. Some of them would like it, I decided.  

Nooo! Steve was yelling and Dr. Allison gave Becky a little nod.  

I watched as they started an IV, just to be safe, Dr. Allison said, because anesthesia was a big thing. They hooked up a machine to monitor his heart and breathing and blood pressure and the whole time Steve was begging me not to let Dr. Allison cut off his dick.
   
All ready? Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded.  

No, please RachaelI love youdont do this to me  

Becky picked up a gas mask and smiled at me. He needs to go to sleep now; do you want to do it?  

I nodded and took the gas mask from her, following Beckys directions and putting it over Steves face. He was crying a little and staring up at me with big wounded eyes. 

Okay Stevenow just breathe deep and when you wake up, everything will be justfine. I nodded reassuringly. He struggled a bit, but it didnt take long at all before my sweet husband was unconscious, dreaming of his new life as aI wasnt sure what to call a man with no dick and no balls. Well, not a man, that was for sure. Smoothie, I decided, sounded pretty cute.  

Alrighty then! Dr. Allison gave me a smile. Lets get rid of that dirty old penis. Shed already started sewing up the place where his balls had been and it looked pretty good to me. A little tender and reddish maybe and the surgical stitches were black, but they were tight and she told my theyd look pretty good, with barely noticeable scars when he was healed. 

We'll finish with his scrotum after we do his penis, it'll be so nice running his urethra down lower I think. Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded, having no opinion really.

I cant believe youre going to remove his penis. I looked down at it, lying flaccid against his belly. Becky had taped it down so it would be out of the way when we cut off his balls.  

Oh yeah, Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison loves cutting off cocks! Becky giggled and reached down, feeling the dildo stuck 11 inches deep in my butt. No wonder you were walking funny!   

She gave it a little push through my clothes and I wiggled my but with a grin. Ouch! I said, but it didnt really hurt, it just felt good. But hows he going to pee?  

Oh, well give him a little pee hole, right down there at the bottom. Itll be a little different for him, having to sit down every time he wants to urinate, but maybe thatll just make him appreciate you more. Dr. Allison gave me a smile. And he might experience some muscle control problems, so you might want to buy him some adult diapers until he figures it out. But really, that isnt a big problem and in a few days hell have adjusted physically just fine.

"You won't have to worry about the toilet seat anymore either!" Becky giggled.

Okay. I nodded. Hes gonna be mad when he wakes up. I thought aloud.  

Oh dont worry about him! Becky laughed. Hes a sweetie, giving up his balls for you like that. By the time hes all healed he wont even miss his ugly old penis anyway.  

Yeah. Dr. Allison agreed. Believe it or not most of my patients adjust emotionally fairly quickly. Of course not having all that testosterone helps too. Hell be much more docile, very even-tempered. Youll like it I thinkespecially if you give him some positive reinforcement.  

Positive reinforcement? I rubbed my chin.  

Yeah, likeohusing a dildo on him from time to time, maybe buy yourself a strap-on, even. He wont get very much physical pleasure from it, of course, but you willand itll let him know that his role has changed. Hes not your lord and master anymore, Rachael. Perhaps if you have a loveranother woman, for example She smiled at me. forcing him to watch might be good, or even getting him to service her.  

Oh yeah. Becky nodded enthusiastically. Remember Lucys husband? She always made him watch when we fucked her!  

If you have a male lover, wellthats up to you. Dr. Allison shrugged. But again, making Steve watch, even doing little things, like cleaning your sex afterwards  

"With his mouth! Becky interrupted.  

cleaning your lover maybe, you knowthe little things that will teach him his proper place in the world.  

Now that hes a total neuter! Becky grinned. His proper place is wherever you tell him it is!  

I laughed and nodded and thought about every word the two women were saying to me while my husband lay there, falling into his artificial sleep, and the tools Dr. Allison would need were prepared in whatever that machine was that sterilized them.
  
Finally though, it was time! I watched intently as Dr. Allison began with a deep incision at the base of Steves penis. She explained to me that there werent any major veins or anything, just one that was rather important and a lot of smaller ones. Im not sure; I didnt understand everything she was saying. But evidently she was going to find the blood vessels and tie those off before she actually emasculated my husband.  She worked slowly and carefully, like she had all the time in the world, and I was glad of it too. I watched as she pulled some tubes out of the incision, rubbery smallish things and she said those were Steves urethra. Shed clamped those off too and then she told me we could chop it all off.  

Would you like to cut off your husbands cock? Dr. Allison grinned at me behind her surgical mask and I swallowed nervously.  

I, uhyeah, I would, butWhat if I  

Oh, dont worry! She laughed. Its real easy. Well use this  

Becky produced a curving pair of what looked like pruning shears, almost, except the blades came together first at the tips and formed an ever tightening razor sharp enclosure. I took them and stared at the cold gleaming surgical steel, honed to cutting edges that were beyond sharp.  

Just get it around the base, Becky, hold Steves penis uppull it, there you goNow, Rachael downcloser to the bottom, close as you can get ituh-huh, that looks good. Now just take a breath and, dont hold itjust let it out and squeezegentlygently.there you gosee how its going into the flesh there? Its going to get a little harder, not too much thoughsqueeze, dont jerk it, yeah perfectuhhhh.goodmore  

*SNICK* 

The big curving scissors shut suddenly tight and Id severed my husbands penis completely! Becky held it up, giggling as it dripped a little blood, but not too awfully much.  

Wow! She said. Thats a nice one! Its going to go right into the trophy case!  

I was grinning and my heart was pumping madly and my pussy was soaked! I stared at my husbands cock as Becky handed it to me. Dr. Allison took only a brief moment to admire it before she was going to work on the bare little stump my husband had left. It was hardly even worth mentioning, really, less than a quarter inch remained, like a raw circular wound.  

Oh my God! I was shaking like a leaf now and Becky grinned at me.  

Pretty cool huh? She looked at Steves cock as I examined it. Well clean it up and preserve it. Theres a display case in Lisas office, I mean Dr. Allisons, and we have 22 cocks in there right nowThis one will be number 23!  

Really? I looked at the girl. Youve cut off 23 of them?  

More than that. Dr. Allison said as she worked on my husbands stump. A number of women prefer to keep their husbands cocks, you knowsentimental reasons. Others dont seem to care one way or the other.  

Well I shrugged. I dont need it. Put it in your trophy case, thatll be neat. I laughed. Maybe Ill bring Steve by sometimes just so he can look at it.  

Anytime! Dr. Allison laughed too.  Becky took Steves penis away, off to store it in the freezer, or something, while I turned to see what the doctor was doing.  

Well, Im just going to clean all this up a little. Run his urethra down, under the flesh hereyou can see the channel I made and the tubes will go right through there. Dr. Allison whistled while she worked and it wasn't really gross like I thought it would be. Do you want him completely smooth? Or do you like these little bumps?  

There was just a couple slight protrusions, an unevenness where my husbands cock used to be, small bumps of flesh that werent very big at all, but  

Completely smooth. I nodded. I think hell look so nice if theres nothing there, you know?  

Oh yes, I do know! Dr. Allison nodded too. Then Ill just remove these She used her scalpel, carefully trimming the flesh away. Nice and smooth!  

Steves little pee hole was lower now, just underneath the place where the base of his cock used to be, about the place where his balls used to be. It wasnt really a hole though, more like a little slit, like a pussy on a baby looks. It was cute and Dr. Allison told me it worked really well, having a soft little furrow of flesh maybe half an inch long and less than a quarter inch deep.  

Hes got a little pussy! Becky pointed and giggled. Shed returned and leaned closer to look. Thats so cute!  

Itll protect his urethra. Dr. Allison was saying. Just make sure he washes in there regularly, and wipes after he goes potty. She chuckled softly.  
She used some sort of surgical skin stuff, not real skin, but a material that covered the bare flesh where Steves dick used to be and it would stay there until his body grew its own skin and then it would just slough away. 

That could take awhile, a few weeks at least and itll be longer than that before hes properly healed.  

She told me about swelling and bruises and keeping him clean and fighting infection, all that stuff. He really was going to be like a big baby for awhile, I thought. She used some surgical tubing to make a little semi-catheter for him, running from his pee slit through the bandages so I wouldnt have to change them every time he urinated.  It really wasnt long before Dr. Allison was all finished and she and Becky bandaged him up nicely, removed his IV and all the monitoring stuff, and put some nice warm sheets over him.  

Just take him into the recovery room, Becky and uh Dr. Allison grinned at me. Ill check on my other patient! 

She reached down; putting her gloved hand, still stained with my husbands blood under my skirt and grabbed the dildo in my ass. Up on the table, RachaelLets see how much you liked cutting your husbands dick off!  

I guess Id liked it a lot because I was soaked and it didnt take long at all before Dr. Allison had me cumming like crazy, writhing all over that operating table where my husband had so recently been totally emasculated!



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