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Castrated by Angel

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I have been involved and facinated with s/m b/d since puberty. I think when
i first read Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty trilogy was when My full man
converted to gelded work beast fantasy came together.
I had visited many professional Dominatrixes over the years with several
variations on my theme. However, the best and most realistic feeling
encounters were with Angel Stern in New York City. After several sessions,
she no longer needed to hear my little scenario and would just go into the
role-playing. She often warned me that one time she might take me to the
extreme. My last visit was to be my most memorable and significant.
I was escorted into her chamber by her french assitant. She insisted I
dirobe and watched me carefully. I was led to the Mistresses chair and
instructed to kneel on the floor before it. Soon, Angel's footsteps annouced
her arrival. As on previous occasions she placed her foot before my face and
I kissed it respectfully.
She sat before me and confirmed that I was there to apply for a permanent
slave's postion. She informed me that the only opening was for a gelded
draft pony position. I would spend the rest of my days simply pulling carts,
wagons, and her carriage around her estate. She added that this poition was
considered an animal level position and, since she did not have sex with
animal, I would be castrated.
She was quite sympatetic to my plight. She knew I desired to be her
permanent slave, but this was the only position open. If i was willing to
commit, I could have the job. She also noted her ponies were hooded, lived
with hands and ars bound, and remained, like animals, naked. She aroused me
by tweaking my nipples and declared that if I accepted her terms, I was to
kiss her feet as a sign of submission to the bondage. I leaned forward and
did so.
My hands were immeadiately cuffed behind my back and my elbows fastened
together with a leather strap. She placed a leather hood upon my head,
laced it up, fixed a bridle and placed a bit in my mouth. She softly
stroked me, placed her open palm before my balls and asked me to place them
in her hand. I did so and she tightly squeezed them. I became rigid and she
pointed out I would be better off without them.
She lead me to a pair of pillars with eyehooks. She harnessed me and the
tied the harness to the pillars. She then spread my legs, fixed them to the
pillars, and examined her work. She ran her hands all over me and then
showed me a thin leather strap. She tied it tight around the top of my
scrotum causing a fire-like pain to shoot up my body. She said this was to
make me look forward to my operation and to let any of her staff know I was
to be gelded. She left me with a promise to be right back. I enjoyed the
game, and gladly suffered for her. At least it was a game to me.
She returned with a scapel, razor, and some kind of clamp thing, which I
later learned was used to cut and close off the testes of bulls. She had
never done that before. She had also never shaved the hair off my sac
before either. She held a warm wet cloth to my scrotum, applied some
shaving foam and shaved my balls bald. I have to admit I liked it. However,
the application of alcohol stung quite a bit. She offered me the chance to
watch or a blind fold. She then said this was the time she had warned me
about and there would be no gong back. I still figured it was a game, and
no wanting to spoil the fun, chose the blind fold so I could enjoy the
feeling and not have my fantasy blown by watching her fake my castration.
She blindfolded me, let loose the leather strap, and asked if I was ready.
I nodded. I then felt the sharp slice of a knife into the back of my
scrotum. I felt her fingering my testes and chords. Then the clamping
sensation, not once but twice. Two thuds hit a pan and I froze. She had
done it and I was gelded. She came around to my front and took my still
rock hard penis into her hand. She said thanks and that I probably could
come one last time. She bit my nipples hard and stroked me off. After my
ejaculation, I lost all interst in the fantsy and settled into a deep blue
funk. She must have read my body language because she remined me that it
was what I wanted and now I was her little pony. She left me with a limp
dick, a stinging sac, and unable to move or do a thing.
Her assitant came in and I figured I would be taken to the barn or something
and never see Angel again except from the front og some bizzare human
carriage. Instead, I was untied and to my surprise, relief, and shock found
I still had my balls. I had a small cut in the back of my sac and it was
hairless, but I had balls. I left in a daze.
I love Angel Stern, but I never went back. And, to this day, the hair never
grew back on my balls.
submitted by: Anonymous on: 01 Jan. 1997 in

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That evening
after my first day at work, I unlocked the front door to be welcomed by Alex,
saying, "Don't utter a word, I have a surprise for you. Get your clothes off and
let me tighten your laces. I am sure they have loosened during the day."
I had to strip
there and then just inside the front door. Alex attached a heavy chain to my
collar, which he connected to something above me. He manacled my wrists. "Hold
your mouth wide open." I did as I was told. A ball was forced behind my teeth,
attached to a strap that was fastened at the back of my head. He then proceeded
to take all the slack out of my laces, continuing until I could hardly breathe.
I was unable to protest, only grunt.
"Just walk along
to the kitchen." I looked round to see if he had unchained me, then I noticed he
had attached the chain to a pulley running along the ceiling. So that is what he
had been doing while I have been at work. The crafty sod. "These rails run
throughout the house, you are chained to a motorised unit that I can control by
this box, I can shorten or lengthen the chain, I can also set it to restrict you
to certain parts of the house. You will be chained to this rail at all times
while you are in the house; I might add, with no exceptions except when
showering. Even this will be overcome—I have ordered a metal collar to replace
the leather one."
The motor above
me hummed, and I was being led at a very slow pace into the kitchen by the
chain. I was unable to resist its pull. The chain directed me to a position by
the table; it did not allow me to sit down. Looking up I could see where I would
be channeled. A single rail entered the door which then split into three: one to
the sink, one to the cooker and one ended where I was now. It looked like a
railway system fixed upside down on the ceiling.
Standing there in
my very tight-laced corset, gagged and chained to the ceiling seemed bizarre.
After the initial shock, I was warming to the idea of my movements being
controlled within the house, although I was not sure about the ball in my mouth.
It certainly made me feel pleasantly vulnerable.
"I know you are
incapable of speech, just nod in answer. How do you like my new system?" I
shrugged my shoulders. "You will get used to it in time. Is your corset tight
enough?"
I nodded an
emphatic 'yes.' How could I tell him it was too tight.
"Good. This is
the first time I have been able to completely close the edges. I will order a
new corset with two inches smaller at the waist, with certain modifications. Did
your boss approve of how you were dressed?"
Alex repositioned
my arms in front of me. The chain tightened, pulling me towards the sink, then
lengthened to allow more movement. "Right, you get on with the vegetables and I
will see to the meat."
During the meal I
had been relieved of the gag, but was warned not to talk, which frustrated me; I
was longing to tell him all about my day. I ate very little, not wanting to
cause any further discomfort while the corset was so tight. The gag was
replaced, Alex punched his controller, I was forcibly raised from my chair and
directed to the sink again. "I will give you a set time to wash up, then you
will be automatically brought through to the lounge.”
After what seemed
a long time at the sink, I was pulled extremely slowly towards the lounge. It
must have taken ten minutes. I was directed in front of my chair, but the chain
did not lengthen to allow me to sit down. Alex was not in the room. A whole hour
passed before he appeared.
"I am sorry
darling, I was working on the PC in the study and lost the track of time," Alex
said as he repositioned my hands behind my back. He lowered the chain so that I
could sit down at last.
That night, once
being released from the tight restrictions of corset, was sheer bliss and the
lovemaking wonderful. My predictions of improving our sex was certainly paying
off and was worth all the discomfort and embarrassment. We talked late into the
night. Alex explained that this would be the only time I would be allowed to
talk in our home, although I did mention the ball gag was uncomfortable, but
accepted I would have to wear it.
The weeks went
by, and we were both enjoying my corseting and bondage to the fullest.
One Saturday
morning, a parcel arrived in the post. Alex said this would be my new corset and
collar. Without a word, he pressed the keys on his controller and I was led by
the chain to the bedroom, where I was forced to stand in the centre of the room
while Alex inspected his new purchases downstairs.
"I see you are
still here," he said mischievously, entering the bedroom. "Let's remove your old
corset and fit you with the new one."
It was in
gorgeous gold leather and smelt wonderful. It was easier to put on as it could
be opened at the front. Alex began lacing the back, and I realised it was a
below-the-bust style with detachable platforms to support my bare breasts. As
the laces were tightened further, my breasts rose steadily higher, until they
were almost at shoulder height. I was amazed how far they protruded in front of
me. I could not make any comment, as I was still ball-gagged.
"There, what a
figure!" said Alex with pride. "Next comes the metal collar, It is styled the
same as the dog's collar, with studs, name plate, D-rings and padlock, all made
in solid silver. The collar is hinged at the back, with the padlock positioned
at the front. As I close it I am coating the ends with super glue, and the same
with the padlock, so now you will not be able to remove it, nor will I."
"There is just
one more item," he said as he went out of the door. He returned with a long
steel bar with two 6" bars welded at right angles. This he then proceeded to fit
to the motorised unit, replacing the chain. I was backed up to the bar. "I am
attaching the D-ring at the back of the collar to the top short horizontal bar.
The lower horizontal bar is attached to a D-ring sewn into your corset at waist
level. The bottom of the vertical bar has a chain welded to it, this chain comes
between your legs, like this, to the front of you. You will not need the
handcuffs anymore, just bring your arms to the front and I will fit these padded
leather wrist cuffs." The D-rings on the cuffs were connected to a spacer bar
about a foot long, the middle of which connected to the chain between my legs.
This was long enough to enable me to raise my arms just above my waist. "I need
not unshackle your wrists when you have to do the chores. It may be difficult,
but I am sure you will manage somehow. I was also concerned that you might faint
when I lace you more tightly. By this method it will be impossible for you to
fall over. Try it out for the rest of the day. I will disable my remote control
and give you freedom of the house, but remember the bar only allows you to
travel directly under the rails."
What a position
to get oneself into. I was fixed to a metal rod, unable to bend and silenced.
While Alex worked in his study, I amused myself by exploring where I was
permitted to walk, finding out where all the tracks would lead me. I had to be
careful when passing any of the front windows for fear of somebody looking in
and seeing a woman with large naked boobs bouncing up and down on their
corset-platforms. After a while I tired of this game; trying to sit down, the
vertical bar prevented me. I was stopped from going to the study, as the pulley
would not go beyond a certain point; it locked. I could not go backwards or
forwards. The gag prevented me from calling out. Tears just welled up. I must
have stayed in the middle of the hall for at least two hours before Alex emerged
from his study.
"Sorry Tanya, you
must have been stuck in the hall for ages," he said as he wiped my eyes, hugging
me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I should have told you that the study is
out-of-bounds, and if you attempt to enter, the motorised unit automatically
locks."
That night, free
from the restricting corset and gag, the metal bar replaced by the chain, I
complained to Alex that I was not happy being gagged, preventing me calling out
when I got into trouble. "What if I was on my own? Also, the chain between my
legs makes it very uncomfortable to sit down. It digs into my bare buttocks."
"You will get
used to it in time. Are you happy with your lot otherwise?"
"Oh yes. I love
the tight-lacing and the control you have over me and want to carry on," I said
sleepily. It was a tiring day.

Up to now, Miss Spiteful had worked to my tolerances but not exceeded them. That was about to change!
I was lying spread-eagled, my arms and legs tightly secured with ropes that dragged them wide apart. I was gagged and she had connected my genitals to her electrical device. She had moved a chair to sit beside me, the device on her lap. The session was only just half way over. "This is what you came for, slave" she smiled, "Electrical Torture!" She caressed and teased my nipples and I saw them grow firm and hard in anticipation of what she was about to do to me. "You remember my web site, slave - no concession for wimps?" I nodded and grunted to indicate agreement. "You also remember that my electrics can go from "barely perceptible" to "screamingly dreadful?" Again I grunted. "Well, it's now far too late for you to have regrets." She laughed, "Now I am going to really hurt you. It is going to be dreadful - and you will scream!"
Her hands moved to the device's controls. "First we'll establish your "limits" She switched on the device. "I want you to grunt the moment you feel any sensation." She turned the intensity control a fraction and I grunted as I felt a barely perceptible tingling in my genitals.
"Good. Now I want you to remain silent until you really can't take any more!" As she advanced the control the sensation turned from pleasant trembling to pain and then to unbearable pain. I cried aloud behind the gag in wild protest as the shocks grabbed my genitals. She noted the setting on the dial and nodded, satisfied, and switched it off. Instantly the pain vanished.

"I am just going to check your ability to stand that much, slave." She turned on the device again and once more advanced the intensity until I was begging desperately for her to have mercy. "Did I hear you trying to beg for mercy, slave? I'm afraid I shall enjoy this far too much to even consider giving you any mercy!" She switched on the device again, allowing the shocks to be stimulating without real pain. "This time the level will go beyond your limits so that I can check how much is needed to have you screaming!" The needle on the dial moved up.
I begged her to stop, to grant relief from the pain ripping my testicles and penis. She smiled, pleased. The needle went on moving. My body began jerking and struggling in its bondage. I was screaming, the agony truly unbearable. Screaming again and then again! The pain stopped and I lay gasping and shuddering. "One more thing for you to learn, slave," she snapped, "there will be pauses between the sequences of pain and during those pauses you will not attempt to speak or plead. I only want to hear you whimpering or sobbing: nothing more. Do you understand?" I tried to say I did but the gag distorted the words into muffled sounds. "Good," she said, "because if you disobey I shall punish you."
She paused and looked at me, her face seraphic and smiling. "Just so that you will know what to expect for disobedience, know what my punishment will be like"
Her hands moved on the controls altering the sustained setting she had used while experimenting to find my "limits"; she set the control to manual, the setting at the level at which I screamed and - .
I shrieked wildly as a jolt of current slashed my genitals.
A second, third and fourth shock rippled t
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