Susan trims the exhibitionist

 

It was a warm, sunny late summer day when Susan left the knife grinder's workshop.
She wore a short, yellow dress with white flowers and a wide-brimmed straw hat.
Her blue eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, and her curly blonde hair
fluttered gently in the breeze. Susan had a curvy figure, and her low-cut top
offered a tantalizing glimpse of her ample bosom. Naturally, her appearance
attracted a lot of unwanted male attention, but as always, Susan did her best
to ignore the lustful stares and lewd comments she had to endure daily, even
though they grated on her nerves. Today, however, she hardly noticed them, as
she was completely absorbed in admiring the pair of scissors she had just
picked up from the workshop.

It was one of her lucky finds from the secondhand shop last weekend. It was a
large pair of scissors with a gilded handle, intricately decorated in the Art
Nouveau style, with long, pointed blades. Apparently, it had belonged to a
seamstress and was probably antique. However, it was a bit dirty and the blades
were blunt when she found it. But the knife grinder had fixed everything, and
now the scissors gleamed in the sunlight, ready for their next use. As Susan,
still lost in her admiration, crossed the square, a man suddenly stepped into
her path. Susan stopped and looked up.

The man was middle-aged and most of his face was hidden beneath the brim of his
fedora, but he showed a wolfish grin. He was also wearing a long coat that must
have been far too warm for a day like this. Then, without a word, the man
yanked his coat wide open, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath.
Susan stared in shock at the man's bare lower body, her gaze immediately
falling on his erect penis he was thrusting toward her.

It was about 7 inches long and curved slightly to the left, with his low-hanging
testicles swinging beneath it. Susan reacted almost instinctively. As if driven
by a sudden impulse, she opened the scissors, her hand darted forward, the
blades snapped shut, cutting the man's penis off of his body. A gush of blood
splashed Susan's beautiful dress as the severed member fell to the floor with a
wet thud. Both Susan and the man stared at each other in horror. Then the man
sank to his knees, screaming in pain and covering the bleeding stump with his
hands. "My dick! My dick!" he cried.

Susan looked down on the pityfull sight of the cowering and sobbing man and the blood
dripping from the blades of her scissors. Then she noticed the man trying to
reach for his penis. He was quick, but Susan was quicker. Her foot stepped on
the severed appendage, grinding it firmly into the ground. The man froze. He
looked up at her and noticed Susan's mischievous smile. Then she snapped the
scissors shut infront of his face.

"Now it's mine," she said calmly. "Leave it alone and get out of here
before I cut off some mor bits of you." With that, she snapped the
scissors shut again, this time narrowly missing the man's nose. He snapped out
of his trance, jumped to his feet, and ran off whimpering, clutching his wound.
Susan watched him for a moment as he disappeared. Then she lifted her foot. She
squatted down and wrapped the now flattened piece of flesh that had once been a
penis in a handkerchief and put it in her handbag.

Later that day, Susan sat at home, looking at the penis floating in a mason jar
filled with vodka. She considered keeping it as a souvenir, even though it was
so badly damaged it was barely recognizable. After all, it was the first time
she had cut off a man’s penis and it had felt so, oh so satisfying! Like she’d
finally taken revenge for all the horny stares and sexist remarks she had to
endure all her life since puberty. She suspected she'd harbored this desire for ages without realizing it. But was that really surprising? Susan knew perfectly well she didn't regret it and
would do it again sooner or later.

The idea of cutting off more men's penises aroused her immensely, and she began to
masturbate. She imagined the man she had unmaned just an hour ago being treated
in the hospital, and how he would never again be able to enjoy the pleasures
she now enjoyed. She wondered if he would have himself castrated or keep his
testicles as the last token of his lost masculinity. The mere thought of a
perpetually horny man with no chance of satisfaction finally brought her to
climax, and she moaned with pleasure as her body shook with orgasm.

Her thoughts drifted to the man across the street. He was a handsome fellow who
often appeared on his balcony wearing only tight boxer shorts, displaying a
considerable bulge. Susan knew all too well how proud he was of his large penis and that he tried to impress her with it. Perhaps it was about time for her to come over and trim
that bulge a little?