The Castration Mind Fuck

Yesterday was day 93 and I am most certainly filled with energy from making it past 90 days.  The following is a fantasy that I have been working to refine in my mind:

It was day 301, I was sure of that.  I had been counting the days diligently since my Mistress had last allowed me an orgasm... the long 300 days ago.  The only other certain thing is that I would most certainly be allowed an orgasm today.  Mistress Page, not only a master of teasing and denial, was always faithful in keeping her promises.  So, the day I had hoped for was finally here.

To say it was difficult to concentrate at work would be an understatement.  I really am unsure of anything that I accomplished in my 8+ hours in the office, as all my mind was able to comprehend was my pending release.  As I rushed home from work, my excitement and imagination soared to new heights.  While I knew that I would be released from my ever so constrictive chastity tube and I knew for certain that I would be given an orgasm… how it would happen and what part, if any, I would have in deciding when and how the orgasm would come was always a mystery.  Mistress Page never failed to amaze me in the incredibly creative ways she found to bring me to orgasm in such a way as to hamper my enjoyment.

My last orgasm was still a strong memory burned into my mind, exactly as she intended.  The burning memory was a result of the deep heating rub that she covered my erect cock in just prior to placing a double layer of condoms over it to lock in the heat.  As if the burning sensation was not enough, the friction created as she rode my burning rod fully activated the deep heating sensation.  It was as if my penis was being roasted inside of her.  The greatest of the feelings came, however, as my orgasm burst down my urethra, mixing with the heating rub that had worked its way into the pathway, creating a new and most intense feeling… like my dick was actually breathing fire!

As I pulled into the garage, I cringed at the thought of the pain I would endure, just to orgasm again.  Mistress Page, never wanting to be boring, always ensured that each time was more painful and diabolic than the last.

I stepped through the door and was greeted with a smile and kiss by my loving wife, the benevolent alter ego of the demented Mistress Page.  It was as if she knew nothing of the significance of the night or of what evil plans her split personality had in store.  She happily went about chatting with me about her day as I changed from my shirt and tie of the work world into a more comfortable jeans and polo for relaxing in.  I didn’t want to spoil my time with the soft and demure nature of my wife, so I did not mention how distracted I was all day.  It was obvious that Mistress Page was somewhat in control as she explained to me that our sons had gone to a friend’s house to stay the night… leaving us with the house to ourselves.  I thought to myself that she must not want them to hear their father screaming in passion and pain.

After dinner was finished and the dishes were cleaned up, my wife encouraged me to enjoy some television while she went and prepared herself for the night.  My heart jumped as she walked out of the room, knowing that I would not see that soft and loving side of her again for a while.  I flipped through the channels, trying to find anything to distract me from the fantasies playing out in my head.  After about half an hour of channel surfing, I heard the bedroom door open and the voice of my wife, or was it Mistress Page, beckoning my in like a spider luring her prey into a binding web of doom.  Obviously I was not fearful enough, since I jumped from the couch and rushed into our room without a second thought.

As I entered the room, I was greeted by Mistress Page in all of her glory.  The stiletto heeled boots flowed up her legs to just under the knee cap, where black nylons emerged and followed the curves of her legs until they met with the garter straps from the black leather corset tightly fixed around her waist.  A spiked choker was the only other item of clothing that she wore or needed to be the perfect picture of a dominatrix.  I immediately began to undo my clothing and neatly folded them up instead of leaving them strewn around the room.  As I stripped down to just my chastity device, Mistress Page motioned for me to lie down on the bed.  I could tell from the positioning of the cuffs that I would be in a tight spread eagle for the night’s festivities.  Starting with my ankles and completing her task with my wrists, I was stretched out as taught as could be, locked to each corner of the bed.

Once my freedom was removed, so was my restraint… that is the restraint of my throbbing cock hidden beneath the chastity tube.  With the specialty key she always wore around her neck, she bent down and unlocked my prison.  I was free at last… in a manner of speaking.  Without any hesitation, my penis grew to its full erect size and strained for attention as Mistress Page moved to get a waiting warm washcloth.  This was something you never read about in all the fantasies… the need to clean up before playing.  The warmth of the cloth around me and the stroking motions as she cleaned me was nearly enough to send me over the edge.  Just before the moment of no return, she withdrew from the task, leaving me writhing in desire for more.  She headed out of the room, leaving me to gain control over myself.

After what seemed like an eternity, she returned and stood over my helpless body.  “Open your mouth,” were the first words she spoke to me since I entered the room.  Dutifully, I complied and was “rewarded” with her shoving something into my mouth.  I quickly realized that what was now preventing my speech was a pair of her socks.  From the strong scent and flavor, I guessed that they were well used.  “I know how much you dislike feet, so I figured I would encourage a change by allowing you to suck on my dirty socks tonight.  I have worn them all week, so they should be full of flavor for you.”  Her words confirmed my guesses.  To ensure that I was unable to dislodge the gag from my mouth, she expertly wrapped a compression bandage around my head, sealing it in place.

With my ability to speak taken away, I knew that I would have no say in anything else that would happen.  And that was just as I always wanted it to be.

Mistress Page’s attention was soon turned to my still engorged member, desperate for attention.  Not wanting to let it “down”, she eagerly began to play with it.  She stroked it slowly, running her fingernails over the tip and watching as I became made with desire.  Every time I was just at the point of orgasm, she would stop and allow me to calm back down.  The teasing went on until I had reached that point for the 30^th time and madness filled my eyes.  I was delirious and pleaded with my eyes and whimpers for relief.  Then she left me again, this time returning with a tube of something, a couple of condoms, and a cardboard box.  I feared what the tube might contain, remembering the pain from the previous orgasm.  Without explanation, Mistress Page began to rub the cream all over my erection.  I waited, expecting a burning sensation to emerge, but instead I felt a unique tingling.  Then, as she began to unroll the first of the condoms on me, I realized what was happening… my sensations were being taken away by a numbing cream.  I barely felt the second condom as it was rolled over my still erect member.

Once my once free body part was completely covered in latex, Mistress Page produced a rubber band, when she fastened around the base of the condom.  As she did so, she commented “we wouldn’t want you losing interest, now would we…”  The band was tight enough to reduce blood flow and maintain the erection, but not enough to completely cut it off.

It was only after your preparations were complete that Mistress Page began to explain her plan to me.

“Well, my dear slave, it has been 300 days since your last orgasm.  I hope that you are ready for what is to come… I can assure you that today’s orgasm will be the greatest orgasm of your life and perhaps the last.”  A confused look spread across my face as I digested the words… did she intend to lock me up for good after today?  I was certain that I was not ready for permanent chastity… but what choice did I have?

Without any other explanation, Mistress Page mounted my erection and began to ride me.  I felt the pressure of her body against mine, but no stimulation at all along my cock.  It was maddening to watch her riding me, but feel nothing.  Within 5 minutes, her face tensed as a massive orgasm overtook her.  As her eyes opened again, an evil smile spread across her face.

“Well, I have good news and bad news for you.  The good news is that according to everything I have read online, that numbing cream will only last for another 20 to 25 minutes.  That means that if you can make it till then, you will get that orgasm you want so much.”

“The bad news,” she said as she opened the cardboard box sitting next to her and pulled out a strange device, similar to an odd set of pliers, “is that I have decided to castrate you.”  I immediately struggled against my bonds as my mind raced, wondering if Mistress Page had finally lost her mind.  “Relax or I will just castrate you and not give you any chance at pleasure,” she demanded.  As I stopped struggling, she continued to explain “You see, my dear, this is an elastrator.  It is used to castrate goats and should work perfectly for you.  Once I place this green band around your sack, the circulation will be cut off.  After about 15 or 20 minutes, the damage will be permanent and your lovely balls will be ready to fall right off.”

“So, it will be a challenge for you, won’t it… try to get out one last orgasm before your balls are dead for good.” With that, Mistress Page widened the jaws of the device and pulled my entire scrotum through the green rubber ring.  With and evil grin she mounted me, with her back to my face and released the band.  “You’re fucked now my little chastity slave… You always say how much you dislike the “sissy play”, but now you will have no choice but to be my little sissy. After all, what kind of man is ball-less?”

As the ring snapped around my balls, I felt the most intense pain.  I could truly feel the band cutting into me, severing my blood flow.  I tried to concentrate only on the one thing I had left… the chance for one last orgasm.  Mistress Page sensed my change in focus and began riding me once again.  Frustration and pain was all that I could feel.  After her 4^th orgasm, Mistress Page slowed to examine her work.

“You should see the deep purple color this has become… I think this might be working faster than expected.  It has only been 11 minutes and I doubt you will have any balls left by the time the numbing agent wears off.  I guess you should be more careful what you wish for in the future.”

Her excitement at what she was doing to me showed as she returned to fucking me feverishly.  A spark of hope washed over me as Mistress Page exploded into her 5^th orgasm.  I was starting to feel the friction again!  The extreme pains in my balls, however, lead me to fear that the sensation was returning too late.  

“Oh my, they are more blackish blue now… I guess it is pretty much over for you sissy!” She exclaimed as she pounded to a 6^th orgasm.  I nearly fell unconscious from the pain and pleasure as my body built to the point of a massive orgasm.  The only thought on my mind was to reach that last release.

“It has been 30 minutes… you are too late!” Mistress Page exclaimed.  As she did, I felt my one last release exploding out of my body.  It was as if my whole body was giving up all it had in this one final orgasm.  As my body spasm and pushed my semen out, I become unaware of what was happening around me.  

Suddenly, the painful constriction in my scrotum was gone and I felt the most intense pain ever.  Was this it, I thought to myself, were the nerves finally dead?  As my head cleared, I realized the pain was not the death of my balls, but the feeling of blood rushing back through to them.  I looked at Mistress Page with confusion once again and saw her smiling a gentle and warm smile.

“I guess they didn’t die after all… In truth, I don’t think I am ready to cut those off just yet… maybe at your next orgasm though.”  With that, my orgasm was completed… and I was locked again.  “Let’s see how desperate you are in 600 days,” Mistress Page commented as she closed and locked the chastity device on me once again.