Devious Darla

DEVIOUS DARLA AND DR. BURDIZZO

“Are you all comfy dear?” Asked Darla of her husband.
He mumbled something that could probably be translated as: “What the fuck is going on?” The mumbling as due to the gag in his mouth, and the questions was due to the fact that he was trussed up hand and foot, and spread-eagled. Though he couldn’t see his feed were bound to a short length of two by four, which kept his legs spread open for the whole world could see his genitals.
“I know you have a gag in your mouth, I put a little something extra in your after dinner decaf tonight so you would co-operate with me in what I have planned.”
Once again Darla’s husband stared at his red haired wife with no comprehension as to what was going on.
“Dear you deserve and explanation, you probably are not going to like it very much, unfortunately there isn’t much you can do about bound and gagged as you are. In a little while I am going to introduce you to Dr. Burdizzo, he is part of an old custom that dates backs 2000 years, the Dr. is going to perform a little modification on you that will make the new lifestyle I am into of no interest to you. Now I will remove the gag is your promise not to yell. Promise?”
Darla’s husband nodded in the affirmative.
“What the fuck are you up to Darla? Croaked out her husband when the gag was removed.
“Sweetheart you promised, now be quiet or you will wake the boys.” Said Darla referring to their two teenage sons.
“Okay, what the fuck are you up to? In a quieter voice.
“Well for sometime now I have had a problem, and I didn’t quite know how to handle it, and from somewhere the idea came to me that my problem would be solved by castrating you.”
“Your nuts, you can’t do that.” Shouting again.
“Shush, you will wake the boys. Of course I am not going to do it, Dr. Burdizzo is going to perform your castration, this nice Italian gentleman is going to relieve you of your nuts.”
“Nuts, that’s what you are nuts!”
“Your shouting dear, one more shout and the gag goes back on.” Darla scolded him.
“I’ll be quieter, but you can’t do that.”
“Look whose talking, your tied to a two by four with your legs spread, you can’t move, so of course I can do anything I want, and when you meet Dr. Burdizzo, he is going to get rid of your gonads for me, so I can live in peace.”
“Come on Darla, untie me let me up, you could go to jail for this.” Said a husband who was beginning to get scared.
“Jail, no I don’t think so, you would have to remember what happened, and I have found a way to make sure you don’t remember a thing. Now when Dr. Burdizzo castrates you he will do it without a painkiller, but afterwards when you are begging for relief from the pain I will give you something to erase the pain and your memory. You will have a little period of adjustment, but after that you won’t notice a thing. You will be like a horse or a bull that has been cut, you will just go on about your life.”
“Darla, I am begging you, I don’t know what you’re thinking, or what caused this, but we can work this out.”
“Well dear you caused it.”
“I caused it?”
“Yes, you had been after me for years to try a three way with another woman.