Chapter One

Some people might think I’m a lesbian because of what I do, but nothing could be further from the truth…

I’ve always loved men – loved the way they looked at me, loved the way their hands felt on me, loved the feel of their hairy chest and the sound of their heart beating as I laid snuggled against them after sex. But I’ve especially loved their cocks.

It’s like almost magic to me, how just with a little attention, a soft flaccid body part could grow and be stiff as iron. That’s the other thing – a hard cock is so firm and rigid on the inside but has a texture like a velvety nipple on the outside.

Unfortunately this condition is temporary… you play with a man’s cock long enough, it shoots nasty, smelly, messy cum (ick!) and then it goes back down. And then he rolls over and starts snoring.

So I decided to start cutting them off and keeping them… while they were still hard of course.

My first subject was a boyfriend that was about to leave me anyway. Oh such a nice fine cock for a first trophy! About 8″ long, and so thick I could barely get my thumb and forefinger around the base.

Unfortunately, he also had a roving eye, and was dating a co-worker of his on the side. She was married, and actually I was doing him a favor. I knew her husband and one word from me – well, that cock would have gotten him killed.

Fortunately he was into CBT anyway, and liked me to band his cock and balls. And he liked to make it hurt.

So this is what I did…

Chapter 2

We were in bed one night and I had him tied to the bed. He was naked, on his back and his wrists and ankles were in padded leather handcuffs, with a spreader bar between his ankles.

I was dressed in black spandex thong panties, a black silk garterbelt, and black seamed stockings.

I began to alternately tease and torture him. First I’d sit on his cock and rub those spandex panties against it. He could feel my waxed, engorged lips and my wet pussy through the panties. I would give him long deep kisses and lick on his nipples, then bite them with my sharp teeth. I would hang my tits in his face and let him lick and suck on them, getting myself even more excited.

And then I gave him a final treat – I sucked on his cock until it was rock hard and leaking precum. I wanted it as huge and hard as possible for tonight.

Of course it didn’t hurt that I knew what I going to do to him tonight – cut off his engorged cock. That thrilled my sadistic nature beyond belief.

And then I started the torture… I started by pulling his tight, engorged balls down to the base of his scrotum, and then tying them off with a cut off pantyhose leg. (I prefer L’Eggs Sheer Energy, nice and stretchy, but good tensile strength.) I hadn’t decided if I was going to castrate his balls as well.

Then I got out my elastrator. Now normally I use silicone rings to bind his cock with, but they would not be tight enough to totally cut off the blood flow from his body. I wanted to cut off his cock, not have him die from exsanguination. I’d found a German company that manufactured elastrator bands large enough to slip over and band both the human male penis and testicles, in their engorged state.

I put the band on the elastrator, stretched it as wide as possible, then slipped it onto the base of his cock.
“What are you doing?” he screamed. “Oh my god, that hurts too bad!

Chapter 3

“Oh darling, I thought you were a REAL MAN and could stand the pain!” I said.

Little did he know that soon he would not be…

“Besides as tight as this is, you know it will only hurt for a few minutes, and then you’ll lose all sensation,” I reminded him.

“But it hurts up in my belly,” he sobbed.

I slapped him across the face, hard. Once, twice, three, then four times, rocking his body back and forth, raising his head and shoulders off the bed, and turning his face a bright red with my hand marks.

“Now, that should take your mind off things for a while,” I said. I was getting wetter and wetter at the thought of how I was going to tease and torture him tonight.

In fact, I thought, maybe we’d better start taking advantage of that right now.

I walked on my knees up to where I was straddling his chest right under his upraised arms. I started snaking my fingers and hand inside my spandex panties, and made him watch as I finger fucked myself in my wet pussy.

I pulled out those dripping fingers, and rubbed them under his nose.

“Want it?” I asked teasingly, popping my sopping wet fingers in his mouth for him to suck on.

“Yes Mistress, please, please, let me eat your pussy!” he begged. Obviously the pain in his groin was now all but forgotten.

I pulled down my tight spandex panties, rubbing those engorged lips against his nose and lips. And then I sat on his mouth, my thighs on either side of his face.

“Lick my pussy,” I demanded.

I had taught him well. He licked up and down the inside of my slick wet lips, around and around my clit, gently teasing it out of its hood. He then delicately probed into my cunt, in and out, a little further in each time, until he had his entire tongue up inside me.

I ground against his face, working myself into a frenzy. But it was not yet time to cum.

Chapter 4

I didn’t want to cum until I had ridden his cock… not till I had taken advantage of that raw, rock-hard bulging penis. I got between his legs again and started stroking it lightly. It was now a dusky shade of blue, and even the veins were hard with engorged blood.

I knew he was fast losing sensation, but I continued to stroke it anyway and lick on the tip and suck on his dick up and down, bobbing my head, deep throating it. He could see what I was doing and just the site of me playing with him, blowing him, and knowing he simply could not cum, made him so horny he was screaming in frustration.

I stuffed my dripping wet panties in his open mouth and kissed him gently on the forehead. “Be quiet for now, darling,” I said. “Mistress Sascha wants to get off on your hard throbbing cock.”

And then I mounted him… pushing his rock hard dick up inside me. I leaned over him, brushing my oh-so-sensitive nipples in his face, as I rode him up and down, angling my body so that his knobby head would hit my g-spot, over and over faster and faster… yessss….yessss…. ooooohhhhh.

And I had the most explosive orgasm of my life. I could feel it rising in me, that creeping feeling inside, knowing that you are at the point of no return, and then the feeling like the drop in a rollercoaster ride, only a million times more fun, as my pale skin flushed from my pubic bone up my belly, up to my breasts, up my neck, a warm wet tide as my pussy and uterus contracted and spasmed over and over.

I laid my sweaty body on top of his and nuzzled my face in his neck, his rock-hard dick still inside me, a pool of pussy juice between our groins and under his ass. I laid there a few minutes, to catch my breath, and feel his throbbing pulse beneath my lips.

Finally I raised my sweaty, dripping body off his, holding myself up by my arms. I looked down on him and smiled.

“And now darling, it’s your turn,” I told him gently.

Chapter 5

I could still feel his cock throbbing in me, and the slight spasms running through my abdomen like tiny electrical shocks.

In one way, I really hated the thought of doing this to a cock that had given me so much pleasure, but on the other hand, I hate the thought of a cheating man even worse.

Let’s face it – men are sluts. They’ll fuck anything with a skirt. Doesn’t matter what she looks like. Doesn’t matter if he’s got a PhD in neuroscience. A man get’s a hard dick; he is only thinking of that.

I kissed him gently.

“Please take the elastrator band off me now,” he begged. “You’ve gotten your jollies; now I need to get mine. And I’m afraid you’re going to cause permanent damage to my cock… What’s with you today, Sascha? You’ve always been so safety conscious with me.”

“Darling,” I said, “I know about you and Alisha at work. I know you and she are fucking behind her husband’s back. And I also know Ben well enough to realize that if I were to tell him about you two, and to show them the pictures I have about the two of you together – well, honestly, I’d hate to have you dead, and him in prison for murder in the first. I mean, you do know that Ben is a sniper in the Marines, right?”

His eyes widened as his face became a mask of terror.

“Oh Sascha! Baby I’m so sorry! You know I don’t love her! It was a fling was all! She means nothing to me!”

Before I’d felt regretful, and yes, a little bit excited… well maybe more than a bit excited, but now I was pissed, and let the monster inside me out of its cage for a moment. I slapped him HARD with the back of my hand, and then put my hand around his throat and leaned down on it enough to cause his eyes to bulge out, and his face to turn a dark blood red.

“Never, EVER, talk that way about a woman you are fucking,” I said. “A woman you are sleeping with should mean something to you, even if she’s a slut off the street. No woman is a piece of meat for you to stick your dick in.”

I let go of him. If I’d ever had reservations about cutting off his dick, I had none now.

“Sweetie, please! I didn’t mean it that way! I’ll do anything to make it up to you. And I’ll never stray again, I promise! You can even keep me in a chastity belt at all times if you want. I mean it, I’ll never cheat on you again!”

He was babbling now, worried that he was up shit creek without a paddle. He’d been around when I’d done castration and penectomy phone sex on Niteflirt. And now here he was tied up in four point restraint, with his dick banded and turning darker by the moment.

I took a deep breath. A Mistress should never lose her cool…

And when I had total control of myself, I lightly stroked his face.

“No, not a chastity device, darling. You have a choice.”

I smiled sweetly.

“I can either tell Ben you’ve been fucking his wife, and give him the incriminating pictures… Or I can cut your penis off. You know it’s just going to get you in trouble again, don’t you?”

 (to be continued)