Friday, September 14, 2018
A few days ago we were talking and I told my wife that sometimes I can’t stand my permanent sexual arousal and I asked her if she would agree to castrate me. That’s not a joke or fantasy, my sexual arousal bothers me in everyday life. I want to stop feeling it… Make it end… The castration would be definite but radical way to ease my life. I told her that I am sure that I want to do it and also I have money to pay for the surgery and find a doctor who would do that (it is illegal in our country, but I would go abroad for the surgery).
“No!” – my wife said – “ I don’t agree. I want you to have your balls”.
“But why? It would make my life easier… You told me that you don’t want me to impregnate you, so that is an another reason to cut off my balls… They are useless and turn my life into a nightmare…” – I replied begging in my voice.
“That’s why I want you to have your balls. I want you to suffer. I love when you are permanently horny and look at me with that eyes full of desire. Your balls don’t change the fact that you are my sissy boy and that you’ll never have your own, biological child”.