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"We've decided on neutering for you," Mistress Claire told her pet,
smiling broadly as she did so. A lovely 36-year old blonde, she shared
ownership of the slave with several girlfriends who, like her, were married
and young mothers.
whisper. He had hoped this moment would never come, but Claire had long ago
made it clear that this treatment was necessary.
since to locate a female veterinarian and to intensify the slave's
Feminization and obedience training through ever longer and more extreme stays
in dog kennels.
she'll allow that. The procedure is complicated and best left in the hands of
a professional. She'll ensure that it is done safely and all but painlessly
under local anesthesia.
you will remain in her kennel overnight for observation. I'll stay with her
and, if all goes well, bring you back here tomorrow afternoon," the Mistress
said.
She had mercifully left her announcement to the last moment to spare her
slave the anxiety that might have arisen from too long a period between the
sentence and realization of castration.
accept her decision and so was confident in making the final arrangements.
panties and instantly removed these to stand naked before the Mistress.
around the pet's neck and pulled the lead taut with her left hand. With her
right, she lifted the Kali Chastity, a fearsome metal band with 120 internal
spikes now secured by another padlock tightly around the slave's penis.
which was designed to punish erections or even "impure" thoughts or any other
arousal in response to women. Even during the brief periods that the device
was not in place, the slave could not sustain an erection so there was no
chance of ever having sex with a woman. That was forbidden, anyway.
for the pet by Mistress Claire and her girlfriends, so the Kali was removed at
such times to permit arousal that the slave was, in fact, embarrassed by.
pleasant sensation and helping to calm her pet.
set for the slave and gently led her pet by the leash through the door to the
garage. She opened the rear hatch of her sports utility vehicle and motioned
for the slave, still naked, to climb in. A big woven wire dog pen was anchored
there.
stops and the door of the pen was closed, but not locked shut.
procedure will be done. She's waiting for us there," the Mistress said. With
that she placed a thin, white cotton hood over the cage.
the pen's contents from onlookers through the windows and prevent the slave
from learning the location of the Surgical Mistress' home.
his mind raced with thoughts of what would occur in just a few hours. While
the pet accepted that both the neutering and the Mistress' decision to order
it were entirely proper, there was fear of the actual procedure.
removed the hood and opened the cage. She had honked the horn twice upon their
arrival and the veterinarian now came out to greet them.
fours while Mistress Claire held the leash gently in her hands. The house
appeared to be located on a farm in the country with no other buildings
around, so the slave's nakedness would not shock the neighbors.
model-like features. She had long black hair and wore a white silk blouse and
short, black cotton skirt. Like the pet's owners, she was happily married but
had strong feelings for others of her sex.
more intimately. Claire was surprised at how forward the other lady was since
she hardly knew her, but she was pleased that they would become much closer
later that evening.
over before you know and afterward you'll be calmer and even content in the
service of women."
with its harsh spikes locked onto the penis. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
women in nearly 10 years and never will. The pet does suck 'cock' and receive
it anally, if you'll forgive the vulgarity," the Mistress replied.
the slave, she asked: "Do you like taking it up the ass?"
permissible to such a question since it was seriously punishable to imply that
sex with males was in any way objectionable. After all, the Mistresses had
ruled that this was the only form of sexual activity appropriate for the pet.
sex with men even more satisfying," the Mistress said.
physical and checking for any allergies to antibiotics or various anesthesia
drugs.
for the procedure and remain off for a few days after."
not escape it unless they changed their minds. However, declining the
procedure could bring a delay of one month at a time with automatic
rescheduling until it finally was accomplished. This option was not explained
to the slave since immediate agreement was fully expected and obtained.
her pet to follow her into the operating room. The lady now removed her
blouse and skirt, preparatory to donning her surgical clothes, and she pulled
down her panties.
her pubic mound and then, fearfully, to her outer labia.
of the lady surgeon and the Mistress would remain intact while those of the
slave would shortly be sacrificed for the pleasure of women.
respect, spreading her legs slightly so that her nether lips were partially
open.
her sexual excitement at the prospect of the pet's castration at her command.
lovely young women and their pubic mounds. She smiled, but grabbed the balls
and squeezed painfully to punish her slave's improper behavior.
said, casting a knowing smile to Mistress Claire. The slave did not quite
understand the meaning of this, but it would become clear shortly.
operating table. It was lightly padded and covered with white plastic, a new
sanitary sheet. Hands were secured with leather straps to the sides, the
middle was similarly immobilized and the ankles restrained at the base of the
table.
chest, blocking the view of the surgical field.
procedure at various points," the veterinarian explained.
their surgical gowns, gloves and masks to ensure sanitary conditions.
area. Hold very still as I work with the razor. We don't want any accidents,"
the Surgical Mistress said, quite seriously.
smile. Nicking the scrotum with the blade would be of no consequence since it
was about to be slit open and its contents removed.
through the scrotum. Once the area is numbed, I'll inject the balls themselves
with a more powerful anesthetic and the preservative solution."
of this special solution. However, the pet's owner asked "Won't you tell us
more about the preservative?"
it's an anesthetic. However, the bulk of it will preserve the balls since your
Mistress wishes to display these to her girlfriends in a jar. The preservative
must be injected while they are still within the body for complete
circulation. Once they're in the jar, they will appear forever just as they
did upon removal."
the testes, so you'll be chemically castrated even if your Mistress decides
not to proceed with surgical removal of your balls."
injections to numb the scrotal sac.
announced: "I'll now inject the preservative into the balls. We'll then wait
10 minutes until you're fully numb and chemical castration is complete. After
that, I'll begin the formal neutering procedure."
the left. There was an immediate burning sensation, but no pain.
preservative has fully circulated and the chemical neutering is complete."
been neutered. Ordinarily, chemical castration is at least theoretically
reversible, but given the action of the preservative, that does not apply in
your case."
traditional fashion anyway in just a few moments," she continued.
re-injecting more anesthetic at points as she did so. Finally, a two-inch
incision was made at the base of the sac and the right ball and its tubule
connections were brought out for surgery.
looked on in pride and amazement. The Surgical Mistress described only the
highlights of the operation to the subject, not wishing to cause undue
concern.
imagined. However, she was grateful that the woman she had selected to neuter
her pet worked so carefully and methodically, with comfort and safety foremost
in her mind.
attached by vessels and tubes at the base and a ligament that had to be broken
down to exteriorize the ball completely. The fat around the spermatic cord was
then carefully scraped with the scalpel to allow for tying off and suturing.
pinched off portion to prevent bleeding when the cord was cut. Finally, the
cord was severed and the first testicle fully removed. The end of the cord was
then checked for bleeding and, when the Mistress was satisfied all was well,
it was released back into the scrotal sac.
The neutering concluded, the Mistress released the slave from the table and
Claire handed him a pair of white cotton panties to wear for the night.
opened one of the cages. "Get in. We'll come for you in the morning so the
veterinarian can check that everything is all right. Then we'll go home."
the other lady, said "Thank you as well."
check you tomorrow for signs of swelling or infection, but I don't expect any
problems. It all went very well. I'm sure this is something you've secretly
longed for. You should be grateful to your Mistresses for giving you your
wish."
but not entirely certain that the Mistress was wrong in her assumption.
in the balls that now resided in a new home, the two women spent the night in
each other's passionate embrace. Their ardor was fueled by basic Lesbian
attraction and sexual excitement heightened by the pet's neutering.
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subject of castration came up. I mentioned I was turned on
and intrigued by the idea of being castrated. She reveled
that she had a long held secret desire to castrate me.
find any good reason why I should not be castrated. In fact
we were both highly excited by the idea of a wife castrating
her husband. I agreed that she could castrate me someday.
with a box of stuff she had gathered together. She then
told me to get undressed. I asked her what she had planned.
She told me she was going to castrate me.
some towels. She put them on the bed and instructed me to
lay down on them. Next I allowed her to tie my hands and
feet to the bed. As I lie there she arranged things on her
bed side table. Feeling a nervous excitement I looked over
and saw the items that she had taken out of the box.
Included was a brand new Xacto knife still in its packaging.
A wave of fear came over me. Just a little while ago we
were talking about a subject that excited both of us and
now, less than two hours latter, here I am in imminent
danger of losing my testicles.
Could we hold off on this for now. No she said as she bent
down to plug in a small soldering iron. I had agreed to it
and she had fantasised about castrating me for years and she
was going to do it now.
soap and water, then alcohol which leaves a lingering
burning sensation and finally iodine solution. My testicles
tingle with a sense of their impending doom. As I try to
reason with her she tells me to shut up.
the Xacto knife. I wince in pain as she pulls the bottom of
my scrotum with one hand and slices it off with the knife.
I feel faint and funny as she secures and burns through the
cord of first my little (right) and then my big (left)
testicle with the soldering iron. The air is filled with
the smoke and smell of burned flesh. Hold still she
commands as she places a few dabs of super glue and
band-aids to hold the cut ends of my empty scrotum together.
feel cold as she puts an ice bag against my groin. How does
it feel to be a eunuch she asks? It hurts like hell I
answer. Really, she says try delivering a baby.
take some advil for the pain. I also take some antibiotics
we have in our medicine chest. Apart from walking a little
funny for a few days I heel without any trouble.
home. It was a very painful and a rather bloody experience.
I am told that I was lucky to have not come down with a
major life threatening infection. My sexual desire went
from a very high level to non existent. I suffered from hot
and cold flashes and mood swings. (To this day I often have
phantom testicular pain and sometimes feel the bottom,
missing, part of my scrotum is being pinched.) I finally
went to my doctor who was alarmed at hearing my story.
Since then I have been receiving testosterone injections.
it is her proof of what a castrating bitch she really is.
She says she loves being serviced by her personal eunuch,
and, since I started the testosterone therapy, for her sex
has never been better.
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