Some of you may remember about the game I played with the woman who liked to tie me up and pretend she was cutting my balls off and tell me how much fun it would be.
We live together now.
I feel like the battered housewife who won't leave her abusive husband and no one knows why. She's a control freak and now I don't have the balls to stand up to her.
When her friends came over, she told them about me. She told them how much fin it waas. She embarrassed me in front of them. She had me tell them about the game that I liked to play, that I liked the thrill of her tracing a sharp knife where a knife should never go. She made me tell them that I once told her that I thought I deserved castration for some bad things I did as if that justified what she did. She bossed me around in front of them to show them how submissive a man acts after he's been neutered. Then she had me tell them how it felt getting them cut off and she told them how she did it and how I acted and the sounds I made and they laughed about it and that egged he on and then she went way too far and betrayed our biggest secret just so she could show off. She pretended to yell out," Hey guys, do you know where your balls are tonight? Most guys do. They're between their legs aren't they?" Then she said to me,"So where are yours?" Oh that's right yours are between something too, they're in a pickle jar between the mustard and the ketchup aren't they? Her friends just looked at me wondering what I'd say. "Aren't they?" and I said yes and she said, So go get them. Show our friends that you still have your manhood" When I came back with it she told me to sit down and put the jar between my legs and she said, "See, right between his legs just like the other guys. He can have them anytime he wants he just has to go to the fridge and get them" Then we all sat together for about an hour and they talked and had coffee and ate cupcakes and I wished so much that the jar was actually me. I wished that I'd never played that game.