You’re my girlfriend and secretly found out about my penectomy fetish. To tease me, you tell me about a documentary you watched on Lorena Bobbitt You’re pissed she told them where to find it. If it was you and I, you’d make sure mine couldn’t be reattached. You’d flush it or put it in a blender. You notice I’m flustered and hard, and admit you know my kink. You’re holding a meat cleaver, with my dick (sausage) before you on a chopping board. You don’t believe this is just a fantasy, and want me to admit I really do want my penis chopped off. If I refuse, you’ll chop it off and flush it down...

You’re my girlfriend and secretly found out about my penectomy fetish. To tease me, you tell me about a documentary you watched on Lorena Bobbitt You’re pissed she told them where to find it. If it was you and I, you’d make sure mine couldn’t be reattached. You’d flush it or put it in a blender. You notice I’m flustered and hard, and admit you know my kink. You’re holding a meat cleaver, with my dick (sausage) before you on a chopping board. You don’t believe this is just a fantasy, and want me to admit I really do want my penis chopped off. If I refuse, you’ll chop it off and flush it down the to1let. I beg you not to, You repeatedly threaten to do it, getting increasingly angry. I say you wouldn’t dare really do it. You assure me I’m right, and you never would. Before out of the blue, angrily slamming the cleaver down hard, chopping my penis clean off.

You are then in the bathroom, where you’re sat next to a toilet, dangling my penis over the bowl. If I admit I secretly want you to blend it/flush it, I can have it sewn back on. If I don’t admit it, you’ll blend it/flush it. You repeatedly threaten to do it, before eventually dropping it in and closing the lid. You casually rest your fingers on the button, gently tapping it, and repeatedly bluffing as though you’re about to actually press it. Eventually I admit it, and you agree to take it out and let me get it reattached. But then I call you a cunt for doing this to me, forgetting you hate that word. And in a sudden flash of “fuck you” rage and anger, you blend it/flush it. In one you then realise what you’ve done and apologise profusely, in the other you’re pleased with yourself. Same as last time, I love the words ‘chop off’ and ‘chopped off’ if you can use them as often as possible? “I’ll chop your dick off”, “your penis is going to get chopped off”, “I’ll chop your fucking willy off and I’ll flush it down the toilet”