Our Perfect Solution

By: Idris

Our Perfect Solution

My wife, Jayne, and I are in our early forties and met about four years ago. I had been married before, but divorced after my first wife left me for someone she met at work.

After my divorce, I had taken to masturbating regularly, and often fantasized about being castrated by a woman. I had no particular desired for castration, but I found the mental images were very stimulating when tossing off.

I met my present wife, Jayne, who is a nurse, at a BME convention. I had gone to it more out of curiosity than anything. I was standing outside a stand run by a piercing studio, contemplating whether or not to have a piercing done, when a lady spoke to me.

“Are you thinking of getting a piercing too?” she asked.

I turned around, and there was Jayne.

She was wearing a blouse that left you in no doubt that she had had her nipples pierced.

I mumbled something about getting a PA, but wasn’t really decided.

We stood chatting for a few minutes, then I invited her to join me for a coffee, which she accepted.

Over coffee, we talked generally for a while, and learned that we only lived a few miles apart, and had quite a lot of similar interests. Then she returned to the subject of piercings.

“Are you really going to have your cock pierced?” she asked.

“I do think they are so sexy”.

“I’m only thinking about it.” I replied, “I don’t have anyone to appreciate it.”

“That’s sad.” She said,

“If I had a boyfriend, who wanted one, I’d certainly encourage him to have it done.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Apart from looking very sexy, they do things for a woman.” She replied.

“Your nipple rings look fantastic,” I said,

“Were you going to have another piercing?”

“Hmm,” she replied, “I want to have my clit done.”

“Really? I think that would look fabulous.” I murmured.

“Do you?” she said, “Why don’t we go and get them done, together?”

I made my decision.

“What, now?”

“Why not? Let’s go for it.” She said with a laugh.

We went back to the piercing stand. Jayne watched me have my cock pierced, then invited me to stay and watch her have a clit ring done.

As we left, she slipped her hand into mine and said,

“Seeing you have your cock pierced turned me on. It’s a pity that we’re both a bit sore, or we could do something about it.”

I had to admit that seeing her being pierced turned me on as well.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening together and arranged to phone each other the following day. When I got home, I couldn’t think of anything else and phoned her. We spoke for over an hour; making arrangements to meet the following day.

We went out regularly after that, but it was about 3 weeks before we went to bed together.

We were at Jaynes house and spent the evening sharing a meal and a bottle of wine. After I had helped her clear away the dishes, she offered to show me around her house.

When we got to her bedroom, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, pushing her tongue down my throat. I pulled her towards me and she responded by rubbing her cunt against my very stiff cock.

“We could get more comfortable.” She said.

I didn’t need any encouragement and guided her to the bed.

We lay there and I ran my hands over her breasts; playing with her nipple rings through her blouse.

“Those feel lovely.”

“Hmm, please suck them.” She whispered.

I unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her tits. They were very firm and her nipples were very hard. I began to suck them; feeling the rings with my tongue.

I ran my hand over her body and down her leg, until I reached the hem of her skirt. Jayne responded by parting her legs, so that I could slip my hand along her thigh. When my fingers reached the top of her stocking she sighed with pleasure and spread her legs even wider. I discovered that she was not wearing any knickers, and began to play with her cunt ring.

Jayne ran her hand down over my cock and then unzipped my jeans; slipped her hand inside them and massaged my cock.

“Let’s get undressed and get into bed.” She said.

I got off the bed and stripped in front of her. She got up and cupped my balls in her hand.

“These feel very big and full,” she said.

“Hmm, I haven’t had a wank since I got my PA.” I replied

“That’s nice. I want you to empty them into me tonight.”

We tumbled into bed and, despite having very blue balls, I managed to last for over an hour, before shooting my load.

We were quite worn out after this session and lay in each other’s arms.

Jayne held my balls squeezed them gently.

“It was fantastic, coming inside you.” I murmured to her.

“I wanted you to,” she replied, “I just hope I don’t get pregnant.”

“Aren’t you taking any precautions?”

“No, I’m not.” She said, “Do you mind?”

“Of course not, but what will you do if I make you pregnant?” I asked.

“I might have to cut your balls off.” She replied, in a matter of fact sort of way.

“As it is,” she went on, “We’ll have to be very careful. I can’t take the Pill, it doesn’t agree with me.”

“Do you want me to wear a johnnie in future?” I asked.

“No,” she replied, “I don’t like the feel of them. You to come in me, except for the week when I’m ovulating. That week I’m not safe, so you won’t be able to go inside me.”

“That will be difficult,” I said, “But we’ll manage.”

“I’m sure we will,” she said,

“Would you consider wearing a chastity tube during that week? It will prevent any accidents, and stop you wanking as well. That way I can be sure that you’ll be lovely and full when you fuck me again.”

“Yes, anything for you, my Darling.”

Jayne found a company that made a suitable restraint for me on the Internet, and ordered one. I took a bit of getting used to, especially as she insisted on fitting an extra padlock through my PA ring, to make sure that I couldn’t get it off. I must admit, that it was very effective. It prevented me getting an erection and there was absolutely no way that I could either penetrate her, or even have a wank. She was delighted with it, and kept the keys on a chain between her nipple rings.

I even started wearing it at times when Jayne was not likely to get pregnant. She liked to keep me under complete control, and I wanted to please her in every way. She insisted that I had my PA streched up to 4mm and eventually, 5mm, which I was only too happy to have done for her, as it increased my pleasure as well.

We browsed the Internet a lot together and discovered the Eunuch Archive. We were fascinated by some of the stories; in particular “Happily Married” and “Karen and I”.

Reading the stories together really turned us on.

Jayne asked me how I would feel about playing games, involving castration?

“Well, providing that they were only games, I’d like to,” I said,

“I’ve often thought about being castrated. Why, would you like to?”

“Yes. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to castrate a man.” She said.

And, that’s how it all started.

To reinforce her dominance of me, she put a padlock and chain around my cock and balls and insisted that I must shave my pubic hair.

Whenever she worked evenings, she left me chained by my balls in front of the TV, and when she worked nights, she chained me to the bed. I soon got used to being chained up and started thinking more often about being castrated by her.

Jayne’s shift patterns were going through an awkward stage, which meant that she was working a lot of evenings and nights. Consequently, our sex life was suffering.

We were in bed together on one of the increasingly rare nights we had, when she raised the subject of contraception.

“Darling, do you find that wearing your tube is a bit frustrating at the moment?” she asked.

“It is a bit, but at least you’re not pregnant.” I said, not knowing where this was leading.

“True, but the few nights we’ve managed to have together have been during my most fertile week, and we can’t have sex.”

“I know, but things will get better for us, soon. Do you have something in mind?”

She thought for a moment.

“I was thinking of some sort of permanent solution, if you’re agreeable.”

“OK,” I said, “Whatever you think is best for us.”

The following evening, when I got home from work, Jayne was waiting for me, dressed in her see through blouse, a loose, flowing skirt and nylons. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipple rings were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse. We went into the lounge and she lifted the hem of her skirt, to show me that she wasn’t wearing any knickers either.

I tried to grab her, but she fended me off.

“Oh, no,” she said, “First of all, we need to do something about your balls.”

“Do anything you like.” I said, “Just let me get at you.”

“Come with me,” she replied, “I have something to show you.”

She took me upstairs to the spare bedroom.

The room had been cleared of furniture, except for a single bed, with a thin, solid looking matress on it, in the middle of the floor. She ordered me to strip and lie down on it, with my feet on the floor. I obeyed, and she secured my ankles to the legs of the bed. Then she secured my wrists to the bed head.

Once she was satisfied that I was immobile, she removed her blouse and skirt. By now my cock was as stiff as a ramrod. She ran her finger over the end of my cock. Then, she produced a syringe and injected the contents of it into my ball sac. When she had finished with the syringe, she nodded to herself and left the room, leaving me alone. My balls rapidly became numb.

She came back a few minutes later with a large carving knife.

Jayne sat down in front of me and took hold of my balls

“Can you guess what I am going to do with this?” she asked, showing me the knife.

I stared at it, not daring to answer.

“No? I’ll tell you then.” She said in a decisive voice,

“Since I don’t want you to impregnate me; your balls are of little use. So that we don’t have an accident, and to stop you getting any ideas, I’ve decided to cut them off.”

Before I could protest, she pulled my balls down in their sac and I felt the knife against my skin as she began saw.

Within seconds, I felt her stop sawing and without a word, she got astride me. She guided the tip of my still-hard cock into her cunt and impaled herself on me.

“Now then, eunuch,” she said, “Fuck me one last time.”

She rode me for all she was worth and came twice before I shot my load deep inside her.

I couldn’t believe it. I had just fucked my wife, after being castrated by her.

She climbed off me and released my arms and legs. I reached down between my legs and was relieved to find that my balls were still attached to me.

That night, as we lay in bed, my fingers strayed to her nipple rings and began to play with them.

“That’s nice,” she sighed, “I love it when you play with my rings.”

She lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying what I was doing.

“I did enjoy pretending to castrate you this evening, Darling,” she said,

“It was such a turn on. I was very tempted to use the blade, instead of the back of the knife. The look on your face, while I was cutting you told me a lot as well. I was amazed that you managed to fuck me when you thought that I’d just cut your balls off.”

“Would you really like to de-ball me?” I asked,

“I mean, for real?”

“Oh, Darling. Yes, I’d love to.” She murmured.

My cock stiffened and she stroked the tip of it.

“How would you do it?” I asked.

She gazed at me, collecting her thoughts.

“Not in the way I pretended tonight.” She said,

“Too messy. I think it would be better to use an Elastrator.”

She took hold of my balls and squeezed them gently.

“Would you like me to de-ball you?”

I looked into her eyes and said, “Yes, I’d love you to.”

She smiled at me.

“In that case,” I said, “You’d better buy an Elastrator.”

She slid down in bed and kissed my balls.

“You won’t regret this, my love.” She said.

A couple of weeks later, a package arrived for her.

“Ah,” she said, “I’ve been expecting this.” She opened it. Inside was a strange looking pair of pliers and a small packet of green rubber rings.

“What’s that?” I asked, half-knowing what the answer would be.

“It’s the Elastrator, for your castration.” She replied,

“Do you still want to go through with it?”

I swallowed, nervously and replied,

“Yes. I want you to take my balls, darling.”

“Before I do, we shall have furnish a castration chamber, so that I can de-ball you properly.” She said.

We went upstairs to the spare room and planned what we needed to do.

She instructed me to make a stout wooden frame, to which I could be strapped, so that my feet were spread apart. It would need to have arm restraints as well, so that I couldn’t reach my genitals while the band was doing its work. It would only take about an hour for my balls to die, after which time, they would be beyond saving, and I could be released.

The following weekend, we bought some timber from the local DIY shop so that I could build the castration frame. It was a very solid construction and was securely screwed to the floor. Jayne supervised the work and insisted that I worked naked, chained by my balls to the floor. We both got very turned on and fucked several times on the floor in front it.

As soon as it was finished and Jayne wanted to test it, to make sure that it would hold me securely. I stood there, legs spread, unable to move.

Jayne got out the Elastrator and fitted a ring into the jaws. My cock immediately stiffened. She reached down and grasped my balls. She pulled them down, stretching the cords, then snapped the ring in place, high up under my cock.

I gasped with the pain as the ring cut off the blood supply. Jayne held up a mirror in front of me, so that I could see my balls start to turn blue.

“In an hour, they could be dead, and you would be a eunuch.” She said in a satisfied voice.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing this for weeks but,” she added, “Tonight is not the night.”

“What do you mean?” I whispered, unable to speak because of the pain.

“What I mean is this. I will decide when you are to become my eunuch.” She said sternly,

“You will arrange to take three weeks off work. (You can decide when that will be.) Each night during your holiday, you will allow me to put the Elastrator band on you and you will beg me to castrate you. The night that I decide to de-ball you, I will simply leave the band on and let it do its work. Now, before I cut the band off you tonight, I want you to fuck me.”

She released me from the frame and we had the best fuck that we had ever had. I seemed unable to stop coming inside her. Afterwards she cut the band from my balls.

I could hardly wait for Monday to come. I put in a holiday application immediately for the following month. Every night, until my holiday came, we fantasized over my forthcoming castration, and had several trial runs, using the Elastrator.

The day my holiday started, Jayne was waiting for me when I got home. As soon as I got through the door, she ordered me to strip and to be prepared to lose my balls. When I was naked, she attached a lead to my ball chain and dragged me up to the castration chamber.

She strapped me into what she now called the “execution frame” and unlocked my chain. As she got out the Elastrator and fitted the green band to it, my cock stiffened.

“Just look at that,” she said,

“You are about to lose your balls, and all you can think about is sex. What do you want me to do?”

“Please, darling,” I begged, “I want you to castrate me.”

She smiled, pulled my balls down and snapped the band in place.

They rapidly started to turn blue and Jayne held up the mirror, so that I could see them.

After a few minutes, she put the mirror down and grasped my balls.

“Hmm,” she said, “They’re getting swollen and cold. How do they feel?”

“They’re very painful.” I gasped.

“That’s to be expected,” she replied, “but you’ll survive.”

She massaged my balls gently.

I sobbed with the pain in my groin.

“Don’t worry darling, it will soon be over. It won’t be long before they’re dead.”

Jayne turned to leave the room, but suddenly turned back and started to undo my straps.

“But it won’t be tonight.” she announced,

“Before I cut the band off, you can fuck me.”

When I came inside her, she grasped my balls and squeezed them.

“I really am turned on,” she hissed in my ear,

“The thought of de-balling you for-real does things for me.”

Then she cut the band off with a pair of scissors and massaged my aching balls.

The next night I was subjected to the same treatment. I was led up to the castration chamber and strapped into the frame. When Jayne produced the Elastrator my cock stiffened and she reached down between my legs and grasped my cock.

“It’s very convenient, you being hard like this,” she said,

“It makes it so easy to fit the band. Shall I leave it on tonight?”

“Please, leave it on and make me a eunuch.” I begged

She left the band on longer that night, before she released me.

By Thursday, I was sincerely begging her to castrate me, as the pain in my balls was becoming unbearable.

The following night, before she dragged me up to the castration chamber, she took pity on my suffering and offered to give me an injection for the pain. I gladly accepted.

Once I was strapped into the frame, she produced a syringe and injected some anaesthetic into my balls. While it took effect, she played with the Elastrator. Despite the numbness in my balls, my cock stiffened and she again remarked how hard I was, despite the prospect of being castrated.

She snapped the band over my balls, positioning it so that it was high up under my cock. Satisfied with the position of the ring, she reached for the mirror so that I could watch my balls swell and turn blue. This time, I could feel nothing in them.

“Does that hurt?” she asked, grasping my balls. I shook my head.

“Good.” She said, “I’m pleased about that.”

She played with them for a while, squeezing and massaging them.

“You know,” she said, “I really do think that you’re going to be much happier, without this useless bag hanging between your legs. It’s not as if you are ever going to get the chance to impregnate me, so you may as well get rid of it. Just look how swollen, cold and blue they are.”

Jayne held up the mirror again. I looked at them and nodded in agreement.

She put the mirror down and removed her blouse and skirt, then took off her stockings. She stood before me naked making her breasts swing from side to side and played with her nipple rings. The sight of her doing this drove me wild with desire and I strained at the straps holding me. Then she parted her legs and fingered herself in front of me. It seemed to be ages before she came.

“That was so good,” she sighed, “but I must keep an eye on the time.”

She looked at her watch and smiled to herself.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.

“You know I do.” I said

She released my straps. I pulled her to the floor and mounted her, thrusting my cock deep into her cunt.

“Fuck me hard, Darling, it’s your last as a man.” She sighed.

I looked at her in amazement.

“You’re a eunuch now,” she said to me, with a satisfied smile,

“You’ve had the band on for over an hour, so your balls are beyond saving.”

That night we fucked for over two hours and I managed to come three times.

By the time we went to bed, my balls were starting to hurt again and Jayne gave me a pain killing injection.

The following morning, Jayne inspected my balls, which had turned black, and no longer hurt.

She grasped them and squeezed. I could not feel them at all.

For the remainder of the holiday, I rested and Jayne looked after my every need.

She took to dressing in her sexiest outfits, which made me feel extremely horny, and we fucked whenever I felt like it. I remained naked for most of the time, and Jayne took great delight in inspecting what had been my balls, and describing how they looked.

After ten days, my balls came away from my body, and I was left with a slight lump where they had been. I showed Jayne the shrivelled mass and she took them from my hand.

“Look,” she said, “the band is still around them. Let’s keep them as a souvenir.”

That night she snuggled up to me in bed and stroked my cock. Then she stroked me where my balls had once been.

“Thank you for giving me your balls. It’s the nicest thing you could ever do for me. It’s the perfect solution for us. I love you.”

My hormone levels soon declined and I started to feel pretty grim. Jayne insisted that I go to the doctors, to get some tablets to replace them.

I had to be very inventive when I came to telling the doctor how I had come to lose my balls, but she seemed to accept my story. I left the surgery with a prescription for Testosterone tablets and one for Viagra.

Its now well over a year since my darling Jayne castrated me, and we have never been so happy. I have learned to satisfy her with my tongue, but every so often she feels the need for my cock.

I’ve made several, large pairs of artificial balls out of a liquid rubber compound, which I glue beneath my cock with theatrical gum. Once they’re in place, Jayne clips a lead into my cock ring and drags me up to our castration chamber. After she’s given me a Viagra tablet, I beg her to “de-ball” me with the carving knife. I’m now working on a way of getting them to spurt artificial blood when she cuts them off, just to add to the realism.

Afterwards, we talk about the night she really did castrate me, then fuck until we fall asleep in each other’s arms.