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eternalii-famishiis:

I’ve talked about some of this in my post The Beginning but I’m happy to add more detail.

She definitely didn’t nag; she was straight forward and matter of fact about her position on the subject. And she never actually said it was a requirement but I’m not sure what would have happened if I’d refused. It’s possible she would have simply declined my marriage proposal which, in retrospect, would have been reasonable.

Her first hint about circumcision came when we were having sex in the back of my SUV and she asked me to hold back my foreskin so it wouldn’t move while I was inside her. I did like she asked and she loved it, giggling it was just like I was circumcised.

A while later she mentioned a guy she knew from years ago had just gotten circumcised. She went on about how great she thought it was and how proud of him she was for doing it on his own. I remember it bothered me but I didn’t start an argument; I just let it go.

Finally, about a month later, she confronted me while we were hanging out in the kitchen. Said something to effect of, “so, what do you know about circumcision?”

I told her it was the procedure of cutting off the foreskin, it made a man less sensitive, it was harder to masturbate, the skin on your glans got thicker, there could be complications, and it was completely unnecessary.

She agreed with me on all but the last point and asked me what I knew about how it changes things for women.

I told her I had no idea.

She explained that making a man less sensitive increases his stamina so he can make love to a woman longer, that permanently exposing the flared edge of the glans and tightening the skin of the shaft tight makes sex feel better for women, that it keeps men focused on women instead of ourselves, that it keeps us cleaner and more appealing for women, and that it looks more masculine and attractive to women.

She went on to explain how she’d always been taught that men should be circumcised and before me she’d never actually seen an uncut penis. She said while I’d obviously been taught something different, it was important to her that I get circumcised if we were going to be married.

I was shocked and completely rejected her request. I told her she had no right to tell me what to do to my penis and it was completely unacceptable to ask me to give up so much and to accept the risks of the procedure.

She acknowledged that she was asking me to give something up but maintained that the benefits for her and for us as a couple made it more than worthwhile. She was particularly firm that while I had a right to control my own body, she also had a right to make sure she got the husband she deserved. She insisted this was a simple way for me to demonstrate that I would respect her needs as a woman once she became my wife. She ended that first conversation by telling me to spend some time thinking about it; that if I talked to some people I’d see she was right and we could talk more later when I wasn’t so emotional about it.

It was a few days later when she brought it up again and asked if I’d given it more thought.

I said I had but I still didn’t think I should have to give up my foreskin for her.

She reiterated all of her previous points about how circumcision is better for both women and men and then took my hands, looked me gently in the eyes, and asked me whether the way that little bit of extra skin made me feel was more important than being the man she needed me to be. Again she finished by telling me to spend more time thinking about it and talking to people.

I did as she suggested and talked to some female friends about it and was surprised by how uniformly they all seemed to prefer men to be cut rather than uncut, even though they weren’t as articulate about it as my wife. This bothered me at first but eventually I started to realize I might be on the wrong side of the argument.

It was maybe a week later that I approached her about it again and told her about the conversations I’d had and how they seemed to agree with her about circumcision.

She simply smiled and nodded as I talked, as if she already knew everything I was going to say before I said it. When I finished she asked me how I felt about it. I admitted I was feeling very uncertain and I didn’t know what to think. She simply kissed me, told me she loved me, and left it at that.

A few days later I told her I wanted to get circumcised for her. I told her I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about everything she’d said and everything I’d heard from other girls and I’d realized they were right.

I told her every time I looked at my penis now I was dissatisfied with what I saw and I couldn’t even bring myself to masturbate because I realized it amounted to nothing more than selfishly playing with my foreskin. I told her I was ready to grow up and become the man she wanted me to be.

She simply hugged me and told me she was so happy I’d made the right decision for us. She asked me if I wanted her to find a doctor and make the appointment for me but I told her I’d take care of it myself.

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My impression of her reaction after I returned from the doctor’s was that she was mostly satisfied but also a little bit aroused by the fact my foreskin had been cut off for her. She of course wanted to inspect it right away so she took me into the bedroom and had me pull down my pants for her.

My penis was bandaged with just the tip of the glans showing out the end. She lifted it up to have a better look and asked if it hurt, to which I replied, “a little but less than I’d expected.” In retrospect she might have been a bit disappointed by that answer but I’m not totally sure.

She asked me if I’d been able to see the doctor working on me and I told her I hadn’t but I’d seen my foreskin on the surgical tray after he cut it off and he’d shown me my penis before he put the bandages on. She seemed very interested by this and asked what it looked like and how much there was. I told her it was all laid out in a strip and there’d been a lot more removed than I’d expected, to which she smiled and replied, “Good.”

She finished by kissing my cheek, giving my balls a little tug and squeeze, and whispering now I was ready to be a husband and she’d take a look at it again when the bandages came off. With that she turned and left me to pull up my pants on my own.

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A couple of weeks later I took off the bandages in the tub while she sat on the edge, watching intently. Some how, being supervised by her like that as I unwrapped my irreparably altered penis really drove home that this was something she’d done to me. The whole time she was completely focused on my penis, ignoring the rest of me and as I finished taking off the bandage she took hold of it and started examining the doctors work without a word. She stretched it, tugged it, and tried to move the skin on the shaft up and down to make sure it couldn’t roll over the glans while I was soft. I couldn’t help but get hard in her hand as she dispassionately manipulated me but she didn’t skip a beat, taking the opportunity to test the tightness and movement of the shaft skin. 

When she was done examining the area where my frenulum used to be she looked at me, smiled, and said, “The doctor did a good job. You’re much better this way.” Then she leaned back and watched as I finished washing up and got out of the tub.

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It’s hard to say when the exact moment was I realized I’d need a partner to get the same kind of pleasure I experienced on my own when I still had a foreskin.

Deep down I knew that would be the case as soon as I made the decision to go through with it.

It became much more real to me when I laid down in the procedure chair without my pants on and eventually found myself looking at my foreskin laying on the surgical tray.

Having her tell me I was ready to be a husband now that I’d been circumcised drove the point home even more.

So by the time I actually tried masturbation, a little more than a month after the procedure, it wasn’t really a surprise that I had so much difficulty. Without that extra skin to roll up and down over the glans I was left to slide my rough hand loosely over the whole thing. It took me much longer to reach orgasm this way and although actually cumming still felt pretty good, the build up wasn’t nearly the same. I remember smiling to myself afterward and thinking she’d gotten exactly what she wanted.

Although I do still masturbate it’s definitely less than before my circumcision and it’s no substitute for actual intercourse now.

And I know this is for the best. She was right: I should be focused on her. 

An amazing story.