manray
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#66 · Edited by: manray
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Thanks, glad people are liking it.
It's all down hill from here.
My butt was still stinging like hell when we returned home from the tattoo parlor, but my penis was as hard as steel just thinking I would now get to penetrate my wife.
"Take off your pants and lets see," Stacy said in anticipation. I pulled down my pants and displayed my ass that now said "Steve's Fuck Toy" written across it and bent over.
"Awww...it looks cute honey," she said as I started to stand up. "Wait, stay there, .....your butt doesn't really close up anymore," she said in shock. "Can your feel that?" she said with a hint of concern in her voice.
"Feel what?"
"I have my middle finger half way up your butt, sweetheart, and the walls of your rectum aren't even touching my finger. Steve has really ripped you a new one, baby."
"Your kidding!", I said standing up almost in tears. "Stacy, can't you stop seeing him, please."
"I can't do that, baby. I love him, ......but I understand if you want to leave."
"But why?" I said in tears.
Because when he makes love to me, baby, I feel like a complete woman, and I feel like I'm completely lost in him. I don't know...it's hard to explain. I just love him completely, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I adore him,and he and Jan said they would have me as kind of a second wife if I chose to move in with them.
"What about me?"
Steve likes you, honey. "I think you can stay as long as you stay on his good side. You please him quite a bit and Jan I'm sure doesn't want to lose her maid." she said as she came over and started stroking my penis. "That feels better doesn't it, honey," she said as she worked the shaft with a twisting motion using the precum for lube. "I better stop, before you have a little accident," she said with a smile. "Tonight is your big night. you get to fuck me like a man." she said as her skirt and panties feel to the floor and lead back on the bed spreading her legs. My penis stiffened even further. Looking at her her probing her self with her fingers, I knew I would never leave her. I mounted her and started thrusting, and realized I couldn't really feel anything. It was like fucking air. Steve had ruined her vagina with his mammoth cock.
"I can't feel anything!"
"Ummm.....I can't feel anything either, baby," she said with giggle. "Are you sure you're in there?"
"Yes!"
"You're erect aren't you? Try harder, Steve says if anything, I'm too tight down there," she said with a little grin. I started thrusting harder feeling no friction at all and then just pulled out and started crying."
"Baby, it not a big deal. You have to get over this being a man stuff. This testosterone thing is just making you miserable. I'm starting to think you'd be better off without those testicles altogether. I think you would be much happier. You need to come to terms with the man you want to be and the man you are, sweetheart. I don't need another Steve, baby. you can never fill his shoes, ....or should I say "pussy" ? she said with a slight grin. "Stop trying to apply for a job that is already filled, baby ......so to speak."
"Then what can I do then," I said in tears.
"I need a maid, cook and a friend," she said. Those jobs are open, sweetheart.
But what about sex?
I don't need sex from you, baby, but I realize you have needs and I'm always willing to lend you a hand or a leg if you need it, ......if you've been good of course.
That's not acceptable! I said in a flash of jealous rage raising my hand almost ready to slap her.
"Ok, ....that's not acceptable," she said sternly and loudly as her eyes turned to ice. "If your going to have these mood swings like that. I'm going to have to really consider whether you can keep your balls if your going to stay with me. I'm convinced a simple orchiectomy will level your moods without that testosterone and you'll be much happier in this arrangement."
I could tell by looking in her eyes, she was actually serious. "No, I'm fine," I said quietly trying to calm her down.
"Then show me how much you want to keep your balls," she said standing nude in front of me.
What do you mean?
"I mean get on your knees, kiss my feet and persude me why I shouldn't have your balls removed via an orchiectomy, because right now your on your way to an appontment with a surgeon, John, and you'll tell him that your a woman trapped in a mans body or whatever you need to tell him to get it done. I also think it will clean up that weenie beating behaviour that I don't like. I don't even know if I feel safe in this house. You actually almost slapped me. I'm pretty upset right now, Johnny. The way I feel right now is that you have two options. You can stay here in the lap of luxury with your balls removed to eliminate that nasty testosterone problem you seem to have so I feel safe, or you can go relax in the homeless shelter and wait in the soup line. Tell me why I should let you keep your balls, John."
She meant every word, and I knew I couldn't live without her. I fell to my knees and begged her to forgive me.
Please, please Stacy, I want to stay with you. I love you more than anything. Please let me keep my balls. I promise I would never do anything to hurt you. Please, please, I'll do anything for you, just please let me keep my balls.
I don't know why your so attached to them, they only make you miserable and cause you pain. I'm pretty angry right now, John. I'm going to relax on it and talk to jan tomorrow and we'll discuss whether Your going to get your balls removed. Permisterally, I think you'd be much happier in this arrangement without them.
...The next day
Stacy came home from work. She took off her skirt and panties, took her tea from me and said, "clean it up John, I'm a mess down there. She sat in the kitchen chair as I licked and sucked Steve's cum out of her. She talked to me about her discussion with Jan while I was cleaning up the outside of her vagina.
"I talked to Jan and she is of the opinion that she would like you to keep your balls, because you do a better job on her floors when you clean them wearing that humbler thing and you need your balls for that. I told her that I didn't feel safe with all that aggressive testosterone running through your body ....don't forget the inner thighs, Johnny. Anyway, she had a great idea. She suggested that you wear the humbler thing here at home until I feel better about you again. She assured me that you are completely harmless when you are in the Humbler (see pics of Humbler on page two of this thread). So I told her I would give that a chance," she said as she ran her hand across her vagina to make sure I got everything.
She took the humbler out of a bag and said "Get on your knees and get that butt in the air baby."
She grabbed and tugged my testicles back as far as she could and clamped the humbler on them. Try to stand up," she said taking another sip of tea. I tried and she saw that the only position possible was on my knees and elbows.
"I think that will work just fine. I feel safer already," she said with a smile. That really shows off your balls nicely, honey. Your going to be in that for a couple of days until I feel better about your attitude and state of mind again. If your going to act all agressive like a dog your going to be on all fours like a dog until you earn the right to stand up like a man.
"what about going to the bathroom?" I whimpered.
I don't know, baby. I've never seen a dog use a toilet. You certainly won't be able to sit on the toilet with the Humbler. You'd probably rip your balls off just trying to attempt it. I guess I could let you go outside in the backyard to do your business. You'll have no trouble squatting and peeing outside in the grass. If you time it right, the nieghbors shouldn't even see you. You might want to relax next to the sliding glass door as your bowels seem to get a little unpredictably urgent these days ...with how Steve has reshaped your sphincter and all. hmmmm....dinner is going to be tough. You'll probably need to eat out of a bowel on the floor. Sorry about that, but there is no way you'll be able to sit at the table wearing that thing. Consider it all part of the doggie experience, sweetheart."
Please, Stacy. You can trust me. Please you don't need to do this.
I think I do. I feel safer this way and that's what's important isn't it, baby? ...isn't it? ...isn't it?
"Yes," I said almost in tears.
"There's one other thing that Jan suggested, that I was really against, but I think she's probably right. She said you need a good whipping so you know your place in relation to Steve," she said as she took her leather belt off.
"No....please, Stacy."
"Are you saying you want to leave and just go to the men's shelter tonight, baby? Remember our prenup, Baby. You leave with what you came into this relationship with. I can pack you a duffle bag right now if you like."
"No, Please, I want to stay with you," I said whimpering.
"Then ask for it, baby. I'm not going to beat you against your will."
"Please beat me Stacy."
She then proceeded to whip my ass with all her might. She then said "This last one is for raising your hand to me, John," and she let the leather belt land squarely on my exposed testicles. I groaned and feel over almost passing out. We'll see if in a couple of days your ready to stand up like a man, sweetheart. this really hurts me more than it hurts you baby, but it's for your own good if your going to choose to stay in this arrangement. Do you understand where you stand now, sweetheart?"
"Yes," I groaned.
"Are you sure you understand your place now, baby? I really don't want to run into any more problems, sweetheart."
"Yes, I understand," I said timidly with tears welling up in my eyes.
"That's nice, baby. I'm sure it will be even more crystal clear in a couple of days. When your ready, your dinner will be on the floor in a bowl by the sink," she said sweetly.
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