"Answer me Goddammit," she demanded. "I've got your answer right here," I said as I reached down and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My hard dick ...prung straight up, pulsating back and forth. She just stood there for a few seconds and stared at my rock hard cock. "You sick son of a bitch," she said. "I can't believe you are doing this." "I know you want some more of this, Carol," I said. "What?" she replied. "Oh hell no I don't. I was a little drunk earlier, but not now. I'm going back to. “I’m going to have it done for real. My wife relishes the idea. In fact, she suggested it.” He sat back, his breathing increasing with the anticipation, and his tongue slid across his thin lips. “For real?” Richard asked. “Yeah, I’m to have my balls cut off. For real, you know, not just pretend.” “Can they do that?” Richard frowned. “Sure. Sure they can. I mean, I had to sign a waiver. But it’s all this personal rights legislation these days you know. And the woman doing it, God, she’s the. The message said, simply, 'Next Saturday is on.'So it was down to me. To book the hotel room, to buy a new, clean belt, to shop for a suitable crop. Would you want second hand toys being used on you? I made the hotel booking, and I waited. I added a few things to the bag. Wet wipes. Witch hazel. Rope. Tubigrip to go between the rope and any sensitive skin. A thick webbing ratchet tie down from a car. Bottled water was in the fridge until the last minute.Then the drive to the hotel. She was. I kind of liked it. "There, happy?" I proclaimed. I quickly began to take them off."Wait, Wait! You can't just put them on and whip them off like that. Tellme how it feels. I want to know." Danielle stood over by the dresserlooking at me with a smile of satisfaction on her face."They feel smooth. Happy?" I had my fingers at the waistband, ready topull down the panties."Come on! Does it feel nice? Are they comfortable? Do you like how youlook in them? Go over to the mirror and take a look. Do.