EX'S Offer

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Ex's Offer

Let me tell you an unfortunate story. I split up with my ex last year, paid her all my savings and borrowed money from the bank to 'buy out' her half of my house, $85,000. She took the kids. I went on a hell of a bender, used up all my holidays and sick pay and was eventually laid off from my job. I started using my credit card to pay my bills. She bought a unit a few blocks away. My life seemed to turn bad and hers seemed to turn out really good. She got a promotion at work, and a good payrise.

Eventually I borrowed a few hundred from Anne to pay my bank debt or face losing the house. She relented and told me sternly that it was only a loan, which got me tingling because in our relationship, she was a very sexually dominating woman, and she always got what she wanted.

Soon after, I went back, begging for a grand. The kids were at playschool and school, Anne was in a playful mood. I could see her nipples straining through her t-shirt, and she was clearly wearing no knickers under her skirt. Blokes notice these things. And I think she was playing her assets to advantage. I had a few buds with her, and she told me: take your shorts off. I was immediately horny, and complied without question.

I was standing in front of Anne, who was sitting in her chair, drinking a beer, and with her other hand she grabbed my left testicle, which always hangs a bit lower, especially on hot days. "I'll give you the grand, but I want this ball" she told me calmly, still holding it. She always preferred the one that hung really low. I think I groaned, but my erection spoke for me. She put her beer down, and efficiently rubbed me off, still holding "her" ball. I came on her floor, she let me go, then made me clean my mess up. "That's the deal." she said, sent me home.

You see she always played castration 'games' to get me off, and this is the truth of how she got to have my kids. She was really just a bitch to me, but I would get sooo horny whenever she got out her elastrator or chained me up. She always had me right where and when she wanted. That's why I had to kick her out.

After she said she wanted to purchase my left ball for $1000, I went home, began drinking too much piss and masturbating about her really doing it. Then one day, Anne turned up, and in her handbag she had a wad of cash and her elastrator. I of course suffered an instant hard on as she put these things on the kitchen table. She made me strip down in front of her, and put a rubber ring on my left nut. I nearly came, but she made me hold the money while rubbing me off - about 4 strokes. She smiled at me, kissed me fair on the mouth and left. My ball was starting to really hurt so I cut the band off. Then put a rubber band tightly around my left nut again, and masturbated again. Shit.

I spent the money, and just doing that made me horny, I was in a bad way. Eventually I went to see her. She immediately asked "where's my ball", I pointed to my crotch. She made me strip, then looked at me and said: "You took the fucking band off." I nodded. "You just can't be trusted" she said, and grabbed my poor nut, which had been taking a bit of a hammering recently. "Well, I'm going to have to do the job properly and cut you." I was getting so horny, listening to her talking about the nut she had "purchased" for $1000, all I could do was nod stupidly. I really just wanted her to jerk me off, right then. But she led me into her bedroom by my sore and sorry nut. She laid me down and tied me up, properly, and gagged me. I felt very weak, but incredibly horny. I knew exactly what was going to happen.

Anne put a towel under my ass, and shaved my balls. She was very efficient. I think I came a little bit when she pulled my left testicle down low, and snapped a rubber ring around my scrotum, and smiled at her work. She kissed me on the penis, and on my forehead, smiled at me, then went to the kitchen. I could hear her sharpening her knife. I fucking hope she's joking, I thought to myself.

Anne came back naked, holding a little paring knife. She straddled over me, back to me, so that her vaging/clit were resting softly on my very erect penis. I felt a stinging pain through the dull ache of my banded ball, and knew that she'd slit my scrotum. She squeezed my ball and let out a surprised giggle/"oy" as I felt the coldness of the air on my exposed naked testicle. She cut it off. Wide eyed, I watched her turn around, smiling with my ball dangling from between her teeth. She squatted down on my penis, and rubbing on my penis head with her clit, she let the testicle drop out of her mouth, onto my chest as we both orgasmed.

Anne climbed off, smiled at me and plopped my testicle back on my stomach (it had rolled off). She got a clean jar, put my nut in it and filled it with Methyl alcohol.

She let me go, and drove me to the hospital. She told the sister: our sex game went a bit too far. She had to answer a lot of questions while they sewed me up. They asked if I wanted to call the police. Weakly I said no. On her way home she called in at her auto-bank and gave me another $500. "For being so good about it all - and as a deposit on the next one!" She smiled, she took me inside and kissed me. After she left, I felt my only ball and masturbated...