The puppy is ready for showing
After three days, the novelty of having a catheter in my bladder had definitely worn off. I was anxiously waiting for Jenny to come home so it could be removed. The nasty burning pain in my penis had stopped completely but I was fed up with having a urine bag taped to my thigh and the irritation in my bladder was very uncomfortable. I hoped she would do it as at least then I would get a little attention but I suspected she would make me do it myself.
For the last three days, Jenny had more or less completely ignored me. With a catheter in place and my cock all bandaged up I wasn't any kind of sexual object. "Maybe that will change tonight" I thought as I carried on with my chores.
After she came home and had finished eating the dinner I cooked for her, she looked up from her iPad and spoke. "Right puppy. Doctor Femina said your bandages come off tonight. Are you ready?"
I nodded and she led me over to the sofa where she sat down, pulling on my leash to indicate I should stand in front of her. Slowly, tentatively she prised up the edge of the sticky tape holding the end of the bandage. She clearly still felt some tenderness towards me as she could have been rougher.
As the last couple of layers fell away, I saw a look of shock flood her eyes. I looked down to see a pathetic little nub of a penis. It was impossible to say how long it was because it didn't seem to have a shaft as such, just a lot of folds of wrinkled skin. The skin covering what was left of the shaft was slightly mottled still with inflammation. She held the catheter tube in her hand, using it to lift up my pecker this way and that as she studied it. Then she poked it gently with a finger. "Does that hurt?" she asked.
"Umm, not hurt as such. It's a little sore. It feels kind of strange though. Can we take the catheter out now, it's very uncomfortable."
"Oh you can do that yourself in the bathroom. Doctor Femina said you just cut the end off about here then pull it out gradually."
"Oh please?" I whined
"Don't be pathetic." she spat, "I'm not doing it. Go and get on with it, then come back here. I want to see what it looks like now."
So, I went to the kitchen drawer, got some scissors and went to the bathroom. Standing with my legs straddling the toilet bowl, I snipped off the end of the catheter. Water immediately spurted out from the outer tube and then the catheter bag started emptying itself on the floor. I quickly snatched it up and emptied it down the toilet. Then I started gently pulling on the catheter tube. It hurt like hell somewhere deep in my bladder. In the end, I just yanked it out and screamed in pain as it came away. There was a little blood and mucus leaking from my poor little cock. I dabbed it with tissue, cleaned up the bathroom and returned to my wife.
I stood next to her for a couple of minutes before she looked up from her book. "Right." she said "let's see you wank now."
"What?" I said. "I can't."
"Puppy, do you want some more punishment? I could ask Doctor Femina to remove your cock and balls with no anaesthetic."