The Knife
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Magic Knife
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Girl-psp
When my wife came home that evening, she had a jeweled ceremonial dagger
with her. She took it out of her purse and set it on the kitchen counter
with a wicked grin. She obviously wanted me to inquire about it, so I
raised my eyebrows at her and asked, "What's that for?"
She giggled, running her hand lightly over its length. "It's a little
something we whipped up at the meeting. I'll show you in bed. I think
you'll like it."
My wife's a witch, so I know what a ceremonial dagger looks like,
although I had never seen one so ornate and studded with gems. She's not
the evil kind of witch from folklore with a wart on her nose - she's
actually really nice looking, with large firm breasts and a beautiful
face. Nor can she make things appear when she twitches her nose - magic
doesn't work like that, although I've known her to accomplish some
amazing things at the weekly meetings of her circle. Which was where
she'd been today, incidentally.
"In bed?" I asked. "It's magic for sex? But I'm not having any
problems."
She laughed again. "I know that, silly. This will make it even better."
I generally have dinner ready when she gets back from her meetings;
she's always hungry afterwards, and sometimes she can be pretty tired
out, too. I set the dishes of food out on the dining table and started
cutting the roast.
"How's a knife going to make sex better, honey?" I asked.
She was digging into her salad vigorously, and I had to wait a moment
before she could answer. "Well, I guess I ought tell you a little about
it so you won't freak out."
She paused a moment, thinking, before going on. "It's enchanted. Those
stones on it are actually controls. It can be made so that if you use it
to cut something off, it grows back almost immediately, but as the
opposite sex. So if I cut off you penis, it would grow back as a clit.
Or I can adjust the settings so it heals up like you'd been born without
one, and then make it grow back later, if I want." She grinned.
It took me a moment to fully understand what she was saying, and I felt
my cock harden abruptly to its full length as I saw some of the
possibilities. I swallowed with a click.
"Is it safe?"
She took another mouthful, chewed and swallowed.
"Oh, yes. It's made so it can't do any serious damage - if you tried,
you'd just regenerate. I'd like to start out somewhat slow with it,
though. I've got a fantasy in mind I'd like to do with you tonight, then
tomorrow we can try some other things. Okay?"
I nodded eagerly.
I barely noticed the rest of dinner, my penis remained rock hard and
throbbing, and there was a feeling of giddy excitement in the pit of my
stomach. I kept on snatching glances at the knife while I ate.
Soon my wife finished, and picking up the knife, smiled seductively at
me and walked off toward the bedroom. I followed eagerly.
She set the knife down on the bedside table and turned to me. "Let's
start off normally. Try not to orgasm too soon, okay? You'll know when I
want you to."
I nodded and started to undress her. As I said, my wife is really nice
looking. Five feet nine inches, one hundred and five pounds, blond hair
and green eyes, nice big breasts, narrow waist above good hips and a
nice ass, and a really pretty face. Even without the thought of the
knife the sight of her really turns me on, and as she pulled down my
pants my penis popped out erect and purple with bulging veins, at least
nine inches long.
She grinned at the sight and ran her hand down its length, then looked
up at me as she guided me into her wet pussy.
"This is the last time you'll ever put this inside me," she said, and I
felt my cock get even harder at the thought.
I held back and controlled my urge to ejaculate as I thrust into her,
and after a bit I felt her stiffen and moan in her orgasm. I started to
cum, then, too, but she reached down and pressed my urethra closed at
the base of my cock.
"Wait," she grasped. "One moment more."
She moved her other hand over to the table and grasped the knife, then
brought it down and laid the edge against the base of my throbbing cock.
Oh my god! I thought. She's really going to cut it off! Her other hand
felt like it was red hot on my cock's flesh, and knew I was seconds away
from an orgasm.
"Quick!" I gasped.
She looked me in the eyes for a moment, then pressed down hard with the
knife against the very base of my cock. It went through with almost no
resistance. There was no pain or blood, although a shock passed through
my body as the delicate nerves were severed. I felt my cock go suddenly
numb, the feeling of her hand gripping the throbbing shaft gone, and as
she lifted my severed penis away from my body I saw the skin around my
suddenly exposed pee hole heal up in an instant. My groin above my balls
was flat, just the slight mons of my pubic bone remaining. I came a
secondly later, whitish sperm shooting out of the little hole in my
crotch onto her hand holding my severed penis, the orgasm oddly spread
out and defuse. She dropped the cock on her stomach with a wet little
thump, and wrapping her legs around me, gripped me tightly against her
as she also orgasmed again, my penis pinned between us like a bar of
warm steel, the pressure pushing the head of my severed cock into my
bellybutton.
She moaned and spasmed a few more times, then after a minute her grip
relaxed and gradually her breathing grew calm. She was asleep. The
meeting must have taken a lot out of her.
I gently pulled out of her grip and stood up beside the bed, looking
from my severed penis lying on her stomach, which looked even bigger now
that it wasn't attached to anything, to my crotch, where my stomach
extended down flat past where my penis had been, until my balls hung
alone between my legs. There was no sign I had ever had a penis, just
the tiny round pee hole.
The sight brought a surge of lust and excitement and I lowered and hand
and rubbed the skin around the pee hole. It felt no more sensitive the
rest of my body, and after a bit I squeezed my hanging balls in
frustration, feeling a dull ache of pain.
I needed to take a leak. Perhaps that would release some of the
hornyness.
I started to walk toward the bathroom, feeling only my balls move
between my legs, no sensation from my cock because I didn't have one any
more, then paused and went back to my sleeping wife. My cock was still
lying on her belly, huge and purple, the skin at the base all healed up
around the hole, so that if you didn't know better you'd think it was
perfectly natural and had never been attached to anything. It was at
least ten inches, thick and covered with steams of white cum. It must
have engorged even more with the excitement in the moment she cut it
off.
I picked it up and turned back towards the bathroom, turning it over in
my hand and examining it as I walked. I had never seen it like this, of
course, and it looked new and strange, the large purple bulbous head
shiny and stretched, the foreskin held back by the lip of the glands,
and I had never seen the seam on the underside so clearly. It was
growing cool to the touch, but still looked alive, the veins in its
surface bulging, the color a healthy pink and purple. The knife must
have some sort of preserving affect, I thought.
I washed my cock off in the bathroom sink, feeling another surge of
excitement and frustration as I rubbed it in the warm water without
feeling even a twinge of sensation, then set it beside the sink and sat
on the toilet to piss. It was impossible to stand, of course.
I started to let go, and a dribble of warm fluid arced out of the hole
where my cock used to be attached, and down onto my ball sack.
"Damn!" I said.
I didn't like pissing on my balls. It annoyed me. I fact they annoyed
me. They throbbed with blue balls, a frustrating pulse, and I couldn't
seem to get off without my cock attached. I wished I could...
An idea came into my mind, and I shook off my balls and stood, wiping
them with toilet paper, before walking back into the bedroom. She had
said it was safe. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness,
then I saw the knife and picked it up, being careful to touch none of
the jewels, and walked back into the bathroom with it.
There was a way to get rid of the frustration in my balls, and be able
to take a leak without the indignity of dribbling all over them. It
would be kind of cool, too.
More throbbing of blue balls, and I winced in frustration and pain. They
weren't much use any more attached. Totally useless in fact.
I pulled my nut sack out away from my body as far as I could, my hand
looped around it above my balls, placed the knife against the base, and
sliced it off. As before there was no pain, and pulling the sack away
from my body, I saw the cut ends heal together turning the ball sack
into a rough oval. I set I down on the counter beside my penis and
looked at my groin. It was now empty and smooth, the only sign of my
balls a slight depression in the skin.
I chuckled and ran my hand over it. It felt very odd, as though my cock
and balls were totally numb, but the truth was much weirder. My genitals
were completely gone, sitting on the counter top in front of me. It
solved my blue balls problem, anyway.
I sat and a took a piss, the feeling strange because I wasn't going
through my penis. I would never urinate through the penis I was born
with again, the organ which had grown large between my legs as I became
a man. Never have sex with it again, either. Damn this was odd. Exciting
though, too. If I'd still had a cock it would have been rock hard. Just
like the one lying in the counter, I thought, and laughed.
The flow of urine was uncontrolled and ragged, more of a spray than a
stream. After I finished I stood and wiped, feeling the strange numbness
feeling in my groin again, then picked up my penis. Hmmm, I thought.
There is one thing I've always wanted to do with my dick, that I can try
now.
I brought it slowly to my lips, and pressed the great dark head between
them into my mouth. It nearly filled my mouth. I had washed it
thoroughly, so there was no taste. It was hard and slightly rubbery
between my teeth. I ran my tongue around the knob, wishing it was
somehow still attached so I could feel it. When I sucked a stream of air
entered my mouth, through the urethra from the cut end.
I slid my hand down between my legs, feeling a shock of surprise as I
found only empty air where my penis and balls should have been, even
though I was sucking on my severed cock. Damn, this was weird. Awesome,
but weird.
I took my penis out of my mouth and wiped the saliva off on the sparse
hair of my groin, feeling a thrill of excitement as I rubbed my dick
head on the skin where the base of my penis used to be attached. Then I
walked back into the bedroom and climbed into bed with my wife, setting
my cock down on the night table. The feeling of walking with nothing
hanging between my legs, no swaying or movement, was also strange. She
mutter sleepily and turned towards me, pressing her breasts into my
chest. I kissed her lightly and pushed my empty crotch into hers.
Nothing touched her pussy, of course. I had nothing projecting down
there that could push into her. My crotch was now as smooth as hers was.
Smoother, in fact. I felt an ache of longing to be inside her, to
penetrate her, but there was not so much as a twitch from my groin.
There was nothing I could do about it.
*****
I woke up the next morning to find her already in the shower. She came
out as I was still stumbling out of bed, feeling a sense of unreality as
I saw my penis lying on the table beside the bed and ran hand over my
smooth, empty crotch.
She was holding my balls in one hand. "Got frustrated and decided to
make it better, eh?" she asked.
I nodded, grinning slightly.
"I'd say, 'bad boy,' but I guess I can't with any accuracy, can I?"
"Nope," I said. "Not a boy any more."
"I have to run down to my circle and help them get another knife ready,"
she said as she threw on some clothes. "I'll be back in a few hours, and
we can try it out some more, but for now I've got to take it with me. I
don't want you getting frustrated while I'm gone, though, so let me give
you a little something."
She picked up the knife and pressed her thumb into a blue gem in the
hilt until it glowed softly for a second, then walked over to me and
drew the point down over my groin, penetrating the skin deeply in
places.
"Ow!" I said, not because it hurt, but from surprise. A delicious
tingling sensation spread from the cut to cover my whole body. It felt
like I was being stroked all over with feathers, only better, and I lay
back on the bed as a wave of dizziness passed over me.
"Don't worry." she said. "It won't hurt you. Have fun. See you soon."
She paused for a moment to tweak my penis where it lay on the bed table,
then walked out the door carrying the knife.
I barely noticed. The dizziness had mostly passed, and the tingling
feeling had centered in my waist, hips, and chest. As I watched, my
chest expanded into a pair of large breasts, and looking down I saw my
hips widen and my waist narrow. My hips rose up of the bed as my ass
expanded. My groin dimpled inward where my balls had been, and a slit
formed, its top a tiny nub extending almost up to where my penis used to
be. My skin became smooth and silky, and as I touched my long flowing
hair I saw my hands were small and feminine. I was a woman.
I slid my fingers down to my crotch and felt the slit there, lightly
tweaking the nub of my clitoris at the top. The feeling was wonderful,
encompassing my entire body, flowing up to my breasts. It was much
better than any sensation I had ever had from my penis.
The thought made me look at the side table, and I reached out my hand,
missing on the first try due to my shorter arm, and picked up my penis.
It was cold, but still looked just the same as last night, healthy and
erect. I put it in the space between my breasts, pressing them together
on it and breathing down between them to warm it, shivering with the new
sensations coming from my nipples, then brought it down between my legs.
The head seemed too large to fit inside me, so I pressed the base into
my pussy a few inches and squeezed the muscles in my groin to hold it in
place.
The feeling of being penetrated was amazing, an empty, aching space
inside me being filled. I looked down at my erect severed cock poking
seven inches out of my pussy, the head huge and purple with engorged
blood, and stroked my hand up and down it as though masturbating,
holding it firm with the muscles of my vagina. My hand and body were
smaller, so my penis seemed even larger. I got up off the bed and walked
over to the full length mirror, my breasts bobbing and swaying, my
severed cock still held between my legs and doing the same, each jolt
sending up a burst of pleasure from my clitoris, and looked at myself.
I looked amazing. I was a beautiful woman, with large breasts and a
stunning body, and between my legs, poking out of my pussy, was the
largest, most erect penis I had ever seen. I could say that if I still
had a penis it would have been erect, but I did have one, and it was. It
just wasn't attached, completely numb as I gripped it and moved my small
hand up and down its length, trying to jack off.
I pulled it out of my vagina and dropped it on the floor, then looked at
my empty, female groin in the mirror, imagining grabbing the woman in
the mirror and thrusting my huge erect - and still attached cock - into
her. God was I hot! Without a doubt, completely female, and beautiful.
My pussy was dripping wet, the juices starting to run down my legs. I
felt an urge to fill it, to push something into the aching emptiness in
my groin. I reached down and picked my severed cock up of the floor,
then put the head against the lips of my vagina and pushed it slowly in.
It was too big for me to take at first, and I felt a twinge of pain, but
I continued pushing slowly, lightly rubbing my clit with my other hand,
and the little twinge vanished under a wave pleasure. My penis slid into
me until only about an inch protruded, and as I started to gently pull
it part way out and push it back in, my legs buckled, and I fell lightly
to the floor, my other hand still rubbing my clit.
I must have stayed there for an hour, fucking myself with my severed
penis. The feelings from my clit and vagina were much more intense than
I had experienced from my penis as a man, and more distributed,
radiating through my breasts and even my stomach, as though my whole
body were a sexual organ, but there was no release, no burst of abrupt
overwhelming sensation, no real orgasm. It just went on and on, until my
female body was drained and shaking, on the brink of exhaustion.
END
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