Part 1: travel and arrival
(NOTE…the name of the cutter has been removed at his request
and replaced with Co****)
March 14, 2020, 9:00 am
I woke up this morning knowing that by the end of the day,
my penis would be cut off. What a crazy
thing to think. So hard to believe. I had been wearing a chastity cage for the
past few days. My husband removed it
when we woke up…to ‘let it free one last time.’
I showered as I do every morning and realized that it was the last
morning to wash between my legs and feel the cock that I disliked so much. Taking the Uber to the airport with my
husband, continued the feeling of ‘wow…this is really happening’ so hard to
believe. My husband (Josh) was thrilled,
exciting, grinning like a kid, haha. It was
sort of fun to see that.
2:30 pm
Our flight was uneventful, but for the general strange mood
at the airport due to rising concerns over COVID19. Now and then, as I tried to watch a movie on
the plane, it would hit me again that this wasn’t a typical vacation or
business trip. I’m worried not about
living without my cock…that will be fine…only some concerns about the penectomy
process itself. It’s a bit scary to hand
yourself over to a cutter for something like this. Husband was still smiling, haha. He told me he’s proud of me. That’s sweet.
We got the rental car and began the drive into rural
PA. We are from Florida…I don’t have many
clothes for northeastern March. We kept the
heat blasting and luckily it wasn’t not too cold. At some point on the highway, I was thinking
about the coming penectomy. Strangely,
while it scared me, it made me hard. I
touched the erection through my pants, knowing it was very nearly my last. What a fucking crazy thought. Husband noticed me touch myself and saw the ‘tent.’ He asked ‘what’s that about?’. I told him I’m both scared and excited and
that I don’t know what that is about. I
noticed that my eyes are tearing up. He
pulled over and looked at me. He told me
that if I’m not sure, or if I’m doing this only for him, etc. that we can turn
around and go home. That it is totally
ok and also totally ok to be scared.
This was all just about the sweetest thing ever. He’s pretty dom…he’s not an emotional guy,
but he was totally serious right then. I
told him it was ok. I was scared, but
also knew that I wanted it. He told me
how much I mean to him, how much he loves me…yes totally sappy, haha. Then he said “ok…the decision is made. We are going through with it and I’m just here
now to make sure that you follow through and to keep you safe. Let’s go.”
He held my hand for nearly all of the remaining drive.
5:45 pm
We had arranged to meet the cutter (whose name is Co****) at
a small restaurant which he said was about 20 minutes from his place. He does not allow any clients to come
directly to his place so that he cannot later be found again. We understood that we would be transported
from here to his house/farm. We walked
in and found him at a corner table as he said we would. We introduced ourselves and sat…my head was
spinning. A waiter came to the table
with a glass of water for me, a drink for Co**** and asked my husband what he
would like. When he left, Co**** explained
that the owner is a friend of his and knows what’s going on and that it is ok.
Co**** was very calming and business like at this point,
which was really helpful. He told me to
just relax…that he understood what I was going through, but that he was
confident that I knew what I was doing and that it was right. He asked my husband if he had any questions (he
didn’t). He asked if we had the
paperwork and payment (we did). I had
signed the consent forms in advance, understanding that signing them meant no
backing out. My husband slid the folder
containing the forms and an envelope of money across the table. Co**** opened it and glanced at the form. He smiled at me and said “Great. All looks
good.” He turned to Josh and said, “do
you think that the precautions we talked about are needed?” I had no idea what
this was about, but my husband said “yes, just to be safe.” He put his hand on my leg and turned and said
‘don’t worry, everything is ok and I’m here through all of this.” I believed him totally. I told him that “I know” and told myself just
to let go and let events unfold. That
was good advice.
Co**** put the folder away, sipped his drink, and proceeded
into some small talk. I’m not even sure
what all we talked about, but I just went with it. It was pleasant…three guys out having a drink
on a Saturday night. We laughed and my
husband and Co**** in particular seemed to bond.
I liked him. He’s very attractive…masculine,
muscular, dark black hair, olive skin and just a bit of an accent. Seriously sexy.
They finished their drinks.
Co**** asked if we were ready to go, and we got up and went outside. We retrieved our things from the car. He told us that it was fine to leave it here,
and he led us to a Suburban with blacked out windows. He put our bags in the back and opened the
back door.
As we climbed inside, and I noted that the windows were not
dark tinted, but painted black, so you couldn’t see out. There was a curtain closed between the front
and middle row of seats. Co**** told us
to get comfortable and we would be there in about 20 minutes. He closed the door, and then I heard him get
in the front, start the motor and off we went.
We rode in silence for a while. Josh squeezed my shoulder and told me I was
doing great. I was just focused on leaving my mind blank…not thinking about
what was coming. The ride went
surprisingly fast. Co**** told us that we
were there and pulled back the curtain.
We had pulled in a gravel driveway and there was a double electric gate opening
in front of us. We moved forward and the
second gate opened. We continued up the
drive which winded through some trees. When
the trees cleared, we came to a large rather modern designed house and two
other buildings, sort of like barns. The
SUV stopped next to one of these; Co**** got out and opened the back door. We got out, and he led us towards a door in
what seemed to be the lower level of the building. The sweet smell of the country and farm
animals hit my nose. Several dogs
barked. Co**** told my husband that “we’ll
get Marc settled and then go and have some dinner while my boys start to get
him ready.”
We entered a small room with a polished cement floor and painted
cement block walls. It was pleasantly
warm. There was a metal door on the far wall, a bench along one side with some
hooks on the walls and a table along the other.
There were two lidded cardboard storage boxes on the table.
Co**** slid one box towards me. “Take your clothes off and
put them in the box.” I hesitated for a
second and looked at Josh. This was
suddenly very real. My husband, very
sternly, but not unkindly, nodded and said “Do it now.” I swallowed and started to undress. I was shaking a bit and my heart was
racing. As I undressed, Co**** hung his coat
on one of the hooks; my husband did the same.
I put my clothes in the box and was a bit embarrassed that my cock was
partially erect as I removed my underwear.
My underwear went in the box and Co**** replaced the lid.
“Josh is concerned that you might get cold feet and try to
get away,” Co**** said calmly, “so we will make sure that cannot happen. Please turn around and put your hands behind
you.” As I faced my husband, my hands
were handcuffed behind me. His eyes told
me this was all ok. “Good boy,” he said
to me. I could see his erection in his
pants. Co**** added ankle cuffs connected
by about 18 inches of metal chain. He
removed some keys from his pocket and unlocked the metal door and directed me
through it.
I entered a large room approximately 40 feet long and
perhaps 20 feet wide. The concrete floors
and block walls continued here. On the
left wall there was a St. Andrew’s Cross and a number of metal rings in the
wall. A leather sling hung from the
ceiling. There was a bondage table and
several padded horses with restraints. Along the right wall were 6 cells with
chain link doors with cinder block dividers.
I was led to the second of these.
Inside was a low cot with a mattress and a blanket.
“My boys will be with you in about 15 minutes to prepare
you,” Co**** said. He closed the chain
link door, secured it with a padlock, and headed back towards the door. I called out for my husband; asked him not to
leave. “You’ll be fine, boy. Just do as you’re told, and I will be back soon.”
And they left. The metal door slammed
shut.
I stood looking at the door, naked and shackled in a cell. I looked around the room again. I noted that there was another regular door
in the same wall where the metal door was.
I saw a set of double doors on the other end of the room. I looked at all the bondage equipment. I’m not a stranger to dungeon/playrooms, but this
was intense stuff. I was shaking, which I
noticed because I could hear the chains on me rattling, and I let out a little
cry.
This was when I realized that I wasn’t alone, as a voice
from the next cell asked if I was ok. I
said I was, but that I was worried and nervous that my husband had left. The guy in the next cell was John, and he was
also there with his husband, and had just been castrated the previous day he
told me. He was comforting and distracted
me with random talk even though I couldn’t see him.
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