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“A New Puppy-Boy” by ADMIN

Summary: The fabulously wealthy Beatrice decides to have her new puppy-boy altered for her idle convenience.

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Beatrice returns home to her North London mansion after a hard day’s shopping at Harrods and the like.

“Ah, it’s so lovely being posh,” she thinks to herself. “I’m so glad I married Max. I knew he was loaded when I married him, but I really had no idea, until after his unfortunate death, that he was so fabulously wealthy.” She lets out a contented purr. “I almost feel guilty at having encouraged him to use those amyl-nitrate poppers during sex. I mean, I knew he had a heart murmur, and everything, but how I was to know how acute it was? It was really a completely innocent mistake, one that anyone in my exact same position could have made.”

Just then, her PA, Jane, interrupts her thoughts and informs her that the new puppy-boy she ordered has arrived.

Beatrice inspects the puppy-boy, named Billy, who kneels naked on the floor in front of them.

Being naked and humiliated in front of the powerful and sexy Beatrice causes Billy to become erect and his erection strains for attention.

Beatrice snorts with disgust. “Just look at him”, she says to Jane. “Males and their everlasting erections, begging for attention. Well I suppose we may as well humor him and let him get a little relief.”

Beatrice commands Billy to jerk off for their amusement.

“That’s right, little puppy-boy”, coos Beatrice, as Billy vigorously strokes himself, “show off for your mummy, show her what you can do.”

When Billy cums, Beatrice coos, “that’s a good boy, good boy, well done. What a lovely big mess you’ve made for your loving mummy. What a generous tribute to my feminine charms. That’s right, pump it all out, every drop. Very good, very nice.”

Then she casually turns to Jane and asks her to call Sarah, her personal Vet, and to tell her she’s got a little job for her.

Jane protests, “But Beatrice, surely you don’t mean to have him…???”

“Oh, but yes, my dear Jane,” Beatrice dryly intones, “that is exactly what I mean.”

Jane shrugs and says, “Ok, you’re the boss.”

Beatrice greets Sarah warmly when she arrives.

Billy has already been made ready for her. He is securely bound, bent over a special purpose bench.

Sarah smiles as she sees Billy stretched out and ready for her.

Beatrice and Jane relax in large overstuffed chairs and sip champagne as they watch Sarah perform the requested alteration on the helpless puppy-boy.

When Sarah is finished, Beatrice says, “Take him away to the kennels until he’s healed.”

Two weeks later she asks Jane how the new puppy-boy’s doing.

“You mean, Billy?” asks Jane.

“Yes, I believe that was his name,” Beatrice replies.

“He’s doing fine. Better than fine, really. He’s even made friends with some of your non-neutered puppy-boys. It’s amusing to watch him offer his sexual favors, his submissive mouth and butt, to them.”

“Yes,” drawls Beatrice, “I can just imagine. But please have him thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed and bring him to my bed chamber, I feel the need for some rest and relaxation.”

Billy can’t believe his good luck as being allowed into the presence of his sexy and totally naked mistress.

Beatrice inspects his empty scrotum and chuckles. “How I love the sight of an empty sac,” she says to herself, “especially if it’s been done at my command. It gives me such a feeling of power to know I can do that to a male. It’s really got my clit throbbing now and I’m aching to be licked.”

Beatrice leans back on her enormous bed and spreads her legs revealing her beautiful, pouting, pink shaven pussy to Billy’s adoring, worshipful eyes.

“C’mon, little puppy-boy, your mummy needs a good licking.”

As she feels Billy’s warm, eager tongue going to work on her pussy, she sighs and leans back on her satin pillows. “Ahhhh, ummmmm, it’s true what they say,” she murmurs contentedly, “neutered puppy-boys do make the best pussy lickers.”

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“Partner Conversion” by ADMIN

In the future, women will be able to choose to convert their partners into eunuch property that they own. Once converted, they are given a deed of ownership to the new eunuch.

Classified ad: Eunuch: for sale by first owner. Obedient worker and affectionate companion.

Classified ad: Woman looking for partner to marry and eventually convert to eunuch property.

Woman: I’ve had five husbands so far and I’ve converted each one. They knew when I married them I intended to convert them. You can judge a male’s readiness for it, when he gets to be needing it. My favorite time in a relationship is the first two months after conversion. A new eunuch is just so affectionate and devoted and grateful. I call it the ‘Eunuch Honeymoon’. But after a while the relationship gets stale and humdrum, that’s when I sell them off and go hunting for a new mate *laughs*.

Eunuch: It’s true, I do miss the activity and excitement of being a male but I much prefer being owned. I feel so much more calm and secure. And I had secretly wanted to be converted ever since I first heard of it when I was younger. I’m so glad I was able to find a woman who wanted to marry me and have me converted. I love being my owner’s soft and sweet little eunuch pet.

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“Hide and Go Castrate” by ADMIN

A tribe of Amazons keep a herd of sissy-men for their amusement. One of their favorite sports is to play hide-and-go-castrate. Five sissy-men are selected and told to go hide. the last one to be found gets to keep his balls, the other four lose theirs.

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“Elective” by ADMIN

Characters: Lady surgeon, her assistant and a male patient.

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Surgeon: What have we got today? An orchi? What’s the reason?

Assistant: Elective. Notes say he always wanted a strong woman to do it to him but was too shy. So his wife got the referral.

S: Been a while since I did an orchi. Used to do a lot of them when I was younger.

A: Electives?

S: Yes, as a matter of fact. I used to search them out. I had a kind of radar, similar to that ‘gay-dar’ the gays have. I could sense the potential in a guy. They seldom were aware of it themselves. I would befriend them and slowly work to bring it out.

A: It must have been a surprise when they realized it.

S: Oh, sure. But I always timed it so that the moment of realization didn’t really come until I had them naked and tied down on my surgical table.

A: Did they beg you to stop?

S: Oh, no, quite the contrary. Sure, they were scared but they were also overwhelmed by the sudden revelation of their subconscious need. Many of them begged me to do it with tears of love and gratitude streaming from their eyes.

A: That’s pretty intense. Why did you stop?

S: Oh, I got greedy and did a couple that were kind of forced and things got ugly. I do miss it, though. It was kind of intoxicating. But let’s get started on this guy.

The two women turn to the patient who had been waiting and listening. He lay naked and tied down on a surgical table.

The surgeon to the patient: So you want mommy to take your little family jewels, hmmm?

Patient: “Oh, yes, yes please!”

The two women laugh light-heartedly.

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“The Queen’s New Toy” by ADMIN

[Note: the young prince in this story is 18 and undergoing late-onset puperty.]

The queen was bored and lonely. Her husband, the king, was always away on wars or diplomatic missions. And when he came home he seemed to prefer the company of his drinking buddies and harem girls. And she had long since ceased to derive any pleasure from court gossip.

The only bright spot in her life was her sweet, nubile son who was just then going through puberty. He was a constant source of delight and a ray of sunshine and warmth in her otherwise dull life. She loved to cuddle with him and they often slept together. But she noticed that he was beginning to have erections, often with some slick slime at the end. She knew that if their closeness continued that people would begin to suspect an improper relationship and forbidden acts.

Only one solution presented itself, one that would allow her to continue their sweet closeness and retain the appearance of complete propriety: castration. But she knew that if she imposed it on him that he would resent it and she would lose his love. She mentally shelved the idea but she knew something would have to be done soon.

Luckily, one day while she was absent-mindedly talking to her son about this problem she sighed and said she wished he could be more like her attendants so that he could stay close to her forever. She was reclining on a divan while he sat at her feet. She noticed that he had become very attentive. “But of course,” she said with a wan smile, “you know what that would require, don’t you?” He gulped and looked up at her and his loose robe tented out in front showing his arousal.

“Oh my, just look at you!” she exclaimed. “Could it be that you actually have a special interest in becoming like my attendants?!”

In this kingdom, the castration of servants was an exclusive royal prerogative. And there was no lack of candidates for these positions. Many young men actively sought it in order to raise their social status. Others wished to have it done to serve the queen they adored. And then were those that merely dreamt of it because it is a common secret desire.

Not long after, the queen boldly asked the king’s permission. He thought it over for a moment and said that although it was quite irregular he really didn’t see why not. After all, he had plenty of sons by his harem girls to choose from for an heir.

“But it’s bound to get around and tongues will wag”, the king said with a rueful smile. “Ha! Let the ignorant peasants talk”, said the queen haughtily, “I don’t care”.

The queen didn’t accept attendants that came to her already castrated. They had to come to her intact and be castrated specially just to serve her. It was one of her favorite royal prerogatives and she loved exercising it. She would inspect the candidates one by one. She would have each one raise his loin cloth so she could see what he had between his legs.

“You have such a nice big pair, are you sure you want to lose them?”

“Oh yes, my queen! Please accept them, I beg you!”

She always stood by and watched the castrations as they were carried out. And it was well known what she did with the testicles. She had her cook prepare a special stir fry. The queen believed that such a meal would help her keep her youth and beauty. And she also relished the idea that her she was eating a male’s precious manhood. She found that it gave her a strong sexual appetite and she satisfied it by having her favorite eunuch give her a long session of oral tribute.

As a eunuch would obediently lick her to orgasm the queen exulted in her power and dominance she thought, “It’s true what they say, eunuchs do make the best pussy lickers!”

Her son, the prince, would often give her neck and back rubs to ease her after a stressful day. One day he spied on her receiving oral tribute from one of her eunuchs. Later, when they were alone he asked her to explain it to him. She told him it was a special form of massage and she enjoyed very much. When she realized that he was curious she asked him if he wanted to try it. He was scared at first but he was also eager to give his mother such special pleasure. She guided him and he soon began to enjoy it and to lick her pussy and clit with gusto.

Afterwards, they lay together in bed. She decided it was time to move forward with what she had planned.

“Do you want to be mother’s little toy forever?” she whispered.

“Oh yes!” he sighed.

“Do you want to give me your little male-marbles?” And she gently rolled them under the palm of her hand.

“Oh yes! Please, dear mother, please! Take them!”

She quickly called for the lady surgeon whom she had ordered to wait nearby. The willowy young lady got out her anesthetizing herbs and salves and quickly got to work.

The queen looked on while the surgeon worked and told her son how much she loved him and how proud she was of him. Soon, his little male-marbles were resting in a shallow bowl beside the bed. (Don’t worry, dear reader, she didn’t eat them, she had them bronzed.)

Later they cuddled and the queen kissed his forehead and tousled his hair. “You’re my sweet, soft, warm, cuddly toy forever.” He shivered and squeaked with joy and gave her a quick, squeezing hug.

Unfortunately, this idyllic situation didn’t last very long. The queen grew tired of the prince after a couple years and sent him to the slave market to be sold to a new owner. But that’s another story.

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“To Open a Scrotum” by ADMIN

I am the founder and general manager of the international chain of Empty Scrotum Clinics. They are very popular, successful and respected clinics.

I’ve been fascinated by scrotums and their mysterious contents ever since I played doctor with the other kids in my neighborhood.

At our clinics, we help with that aching need to be relieved of the tight, full feeling in the scrotum that so many men have. That need to be free of it and to give themselves totally to a strong, maternal woman.

I love to see them as they squirm and whimper lying on the special table, begging for it. They need to be penetrated, opened and plucked of their ripe fruits of masculinity.

I was first made aware of this need one day while working as a dominatrix. My client drew his legs up and spread himself open and asked me to do it to him. I discovered there were so many men like him, masturbating alone in their bedrooms fantasizing about giving themselves like this.

I decided to seek the necessary medical training. My first castration was intense.

Nowadays I only do older men in their fifties and early sixties. I love how shy and hesitant they are. I quickly take charge and sternly order them to strip so I can examine their scrotum. It takes their breath away.

“Why… why do you need… need to examine… my… my…?”

“You know why. Now do it!”

“What… what are you going to do… to me?”

“You know very well what I’m going to do.”

“I’m… I’m not sure I want… I want…”

“I’ve made that decision for you. Just relax and I’ll soon have your scrotum open.”

“Oh my goodness!!!”

They’ve carried that heavy weight between their legs for so many years. I’m happy to lighten their load at last. They leave my clinic sweet, and meek and boyish.

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