It's another average day, and once again I'm horny. I have a desire but I'm sure it's just too weird to entertain, even as fantasy. I go online to find someone that I can masturbate with and I stumble upon a video chatting site and reluctantly join. My annoying genitals are begging for the attention of the many women I see on the screen, each with their own likes and dislikes as do I. I begin to chat with one, she's older but with a lot of tattoos so I figured maybe she's open minded and fun to talk to, and she was. I've always liked older women anyway. After chatting briefly, I discover she is into cbt. Meanwhile, I'm thinking "yea but she probably won't be into THAT". But my curiosity won over and I asked if she was into the idea of chopping off a guys' dick and was surprised at her enthusiasm and willingness for it! "It's been a long time since I've heard that" she says. So I grab a few things I can torture my dick with for her pleasure, as well as my set of tree loppers. After playing a mouse trap (I have yet to build the courage to use the rat trap I bought), I showed her the loppers. She became very excited. "FUCK, YES" she says. So I'm very aroused just hearing how into it she is as I've never really seen this before, my dick is throbbing as I open the blades on the lopper. I place my penis between the blades and am almost shocked as she says "yeah slam it shut!" As she motions her arms to close the blade quickly. I could hardly believe it. I slowly start to close the loppers and they begin to pinch my dick as it's barely containing its excitement. "C'mon I wanna see you chop it off!" She says as I see my dick begin to contort upward as the blades clamp down ever slightly more, I'm feeling the sharp blades beginning to dig in, it's closing but I can tell there's still plenty more room before the blades completely close. We talk a little more and I close it more, I'm trying to be smooth about it but the action seems inconsistent. I go to close the handles once more but perhaps my inner desire took over or the resistance of the handles is very inconsistent, but the handles close much more than I thought in that moment and I feel the blades dig in more than I anticipated. I can tell she's aroused and anxiously watching and I'm in disbelief of it all; first that a woman is watching me clamping down a lopper on my manhood and enjoying it, but also knowing that in this moment it's now or never. One more push on the handles would likely be all it took to finish the job, or I could allow my penis to live another day. My instincts want me to pleasure my penis and stimulate this release, but my desire is to see it fall to the floor, never to be used again. In the end, I allowed my penis to remain attached, but upon later examination I realized how close I was. The skin around part of it had been punctured and testing the loppers later showed that indeed, one more squeeze would've almost certainly have led to it being severed. That was the closest I've gotten to date, but damn that was exciting! Perhaps next time will be one...