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“One-ball Betty” by Charli

Beatrice Removelle was the most unusual girl I’d met when I changed colleges. She was very attractive with a pleasant personality, but no guy ever went anywhere near her. She had a reputation. A very unusual reputation.

Others had privately given her a nickname: One-Ball Betty. The word was that every boyfriend she’s had in college–although no one could actually ever name one–came out of the relationship missing a testicle. So I tried hard to find more proof before deciding to hit on her, just to be safe.

We started dating, very casually. She was delightful to be around and very sexy. But we would only make out on each date. One night, Betty invited me into her apartment after we’d been out to dinner. As had been our routine, we started making out, only this time, I managed to get a hand (briefly) down her pants before the focus ended up on me.

Betty had her hand in my pants and was fondling, caressing and lightly squeezing my balls while we sucked face. It felt good, yet hurt a little at the same time. I’d never had that kind in testicle attention before and became quite aroused. She unzipped my pants just enough to get her second hand on my shaft. While continuing to make out while she was completely clothed, she proceeded to jerk me off to an orgasm, while squeezing and pumping my testicles. It was a strong, intense orgasm.

“You like having your balls played with, I see,” Betty noticed.

“No girl has ever handled me like that before,” I said.

“Ah, well I’ve handled many men’s balls. That’s my thing!” she boasted.

“You must’ve figured I’d heard that before,” I offered.

“Well, you came onto me. So, obviously you were curious.”

“Yes, but only after I figured the rumors couldn’t be true,” I said, figuring she’d know what I was referring to.

“Rumors?! What rumors?! What are people saying about me?!”

Her whole demeanor changed. It was like she was almost pissed off.

I sheepishly responded like I was confessing.

“Geez, Betty. I figured you knew. Guys call you One Ball Betty. They say your ex boyfriends are half castrated.”

“Oh, that. I do have a castration feh…I mean testicle fetish” she interrupted herself. “I do like to completely expose a mans’ testes. I do yearn to see testicles completely naked, completely uncovered.”

“Ah, oh, is that all. Wow, I thought…guys think, you actually castrate…this is embarrassing…you must’ve heard some of this,” I was stammering to explain.

“Well, I don’t do it myself. If that’s what you’re asking. I only know how to expose them. I only know how to undress the testicle. You know, take it out and expose it.”

Somehow, I was getting the sick feeling in my stomach that we were talking about two different things.

“Wait, what? You mean naked balls? Like taking them out of their underwear?”

“No, silly. I take balls out of their sac.”

“I’m really confused as to what we are talking about,” I said, as my heart was now pounding.

“Sit back down. We’re going to watch some videos. Then you’ll understand.”

I tried not to show any emotion because now I was seriously scared of this 110 pound woman. My chin dropped and I gasped at what I was watching on video before my eyes.

Apparently, there is a femdom fetish club where men are drugged and bound. Then their nutsack is slightly slit open. Next, their testicle gets squeezed out through the tiny opening leaving the man’s ball to just hang there out in the open. It’s what Betty referred to as undressing a testicle. It’s a fetish term for exposing a man’s ball out of its nutsack. Femdom women take video and pictures of these naked testes and post them on

Well, I’m no dummy. This looks just like the maneuver that happens just before castration, too! It was all making sense now. Her nickname One Ball Betty came clearly into focus. Although it wasn’t clear if the final step…castrating the ball…was part of her fetish routine.

But what wasn’t in focus was my head, which was getting groggy. I was thinking I better get out of there before I found out firsthand what her intentions were. Then, I recalled the drink Betty fixed me and wondered if I had bbeeeeeennnn…

I passed out.

I woke up at 6:37 a.m. in my own apartment with little memory of the night before. I remember Betty cranking on my balls and jerking me off. I remember her serving me a drink. And watching a video…I think. I suddenly reached for my scrotum and palpated my testicles.

Whew! My balls are there! But on further inspection I felt something strange. What’s this tiny cut? Weird.

I went to the bathroom and turned the lights. If I wasn’t mistaken, there were two tiny stitches on my nutsack. Buried in my pubic hair, it was hard to tell. But the area was tender and something new was there. It felt like stitches. What the hell? I texted Betty.

‘Beatrice, WTF?!’

‘Who is this?’

‘Very funny. You goddamn know who the fuck this is!’

‘Brad? Johnny?’

‘Really? Fuck You! Did you drug me and cut my scrotum last night?!’

‘Yes, yes, actually I did. I would’ve asked for your consent, but you would’ve said no.’

‘How do you know what I would say?!’

‘You would have said yes to me cutting your ball sack?’

‘Fuck, I don’t know.’

‘That’s why it went this way. I knew you wouldn’t agree.’

‘What did you do to my balls?!’

‘Nothing. I just looked at them. Don’t you remember the videos I showed you? The website?’

Shit. I kind of could yet couldn’t recall what she was talking about.

I immediately started doing internet searches and landed on a website called, that made me nauseous. The femdom fetish club where bound men have their testicles surgically exposed and dangling out in the open to be filmed and photographed. The site calls the activity ‘undressing a man’s balls,’ and has plenty of fans posting their work.

Shit. My heart was racing. I texted Betty.

‘Beatrice! Did you undress my balls?! You have to tell me!’

‘Yes. It was awesome!’

‘DID YOU POST IT on the internet?!’

‘Not yet, you’re in the queue.’

‘You don’t have my consent!’

‘Don’t be silly, no one can tell it’s you.’

Shit. Shit. Shit.

‘Beatrice, you took this video while I was drugged. You have to destroy it!’

I asked her what she wanted from me. I was getting desperate. She said if I came over Friday night, we could discuss this. I reluctantly agreed. In the meantime, she’d contact site admin. to pull the video down.

I was stone cold sober and brought my own water bottle. I wasn’t going to end up in a compromising position this time. But when Betty opened her door to a full room of her girlfriends, I could see we weren’t going out on a date. What the hell were all of them doing here? They were her insurance plan; that’s how she put it. But I wasn’t sure how I would negotiate the return or the destroying of my naked testicles video in a front of a room filled with hot women.

It didn’t matter, I’d soon find out. I got played. Swarmed actually. The women wrestled me and stripped me. I was completely naked and bound before I had any idea of what was happening. I was pleading now. Almost crying.

“So you are here to negotiate?” Betty asked in front of everyone.

“Do I have a choice?” I asked, trembling.

“Of course you do, silly. You have choices. One choice would be to pay for the return or the destroying of your video.”

“What’s the price?” I stupidly asked.

All the women left the room. I could hear them whispering in the hallway. They returned with a proposal.

“The girls are all here because they want to see a live demonstration. I’d destroy your video in exchange for your consent to having your testicles undressed in front of all of us. Right now. Here. No recordings. Just Live.”

That was a huge price, but I reasoned that I’d get out of this without any further damage and I’d be free and clear of any evidence of being with One Ball Betty! So, I consented.

The preparations began. The hottest woman there was an older chestnut-haired brunette who came over to me and attached a ball gag into my mouth. She whispered into my ear–“I’m Albura”–and that if at any time she thinks I’m becoming a problem, she’ll render me comatose. She dangled a baggie of soaked rags right in front of my face. Unable to speak, I nodded my head and noted to myself not to fuck with Albura.

Minutes later, Albura gave my nutsack an injection that left my entire area numb to any physical touch. Although there were no video recordings per our negotiated agreement, there were two cameras at varying positions connected to large TV screens and pointed at my groin. Everyone could see my humiliation. This couldn’t end soon enough, I thought to myself.

I heard the women discussing my sperm. For some reason, I was supposed to have my balls drained before we started. I recalled how Betty beat me off last Friday before drugging me. So, when Albura came up behind me and stuck something hard up my ass, I jumped.

“No problems,” she reminded me.

I nodded.

Albura worked this hard plastic phallus up and around my ass. I couldn’t really feel anything but I could sense something was happening. I looked down to see a bead of sperm starting to seep out the tip of my penis. Someone had put a dinner plate on the floor below, so clearly this was part of their plan. I noted the cum droplet was sperm. Cloudy white sperm; it wasn’t precum.

It was very weird. I was slowly being forced to cum, yet I wasn’t having an orgasm. Dollop after dollop of milky sperm slowly dribbled out of my penis head in chunks and just fell to the plate on the floor below. There was like a minute between each sperm chunk. I wasn’t having an orgasm as it took maybe 15 or 20 minutes before I was completely drained of my cum. And I was not receiving any pleasure. My female audience sat captivated watching me and the TV screen as Albura humiliated me into cumming without an orgasm.

Betty came over next. After sterilizing the area, she snipped open the two stitches from before and re-cut the slit in my scrotum. I couldn’t feel anything and only glanced at the TV screens while praying for this to come to an end.

Betty was talking to my ball.

“Come on little fella! Don’t be shy. Oh, you are a slippery little one aren’t you? Ah, there you are. Poking your shy little head out. Come on out, now! Show everybody what a cute little teste you are!”

And with that she coaxed and squeezed one testicle of mine completely out into the open. I looked up and saw my naked ball on screen, hanging by its cord. Its lifeline. I’ve never felt more vulnerable. But according to, that was the whole fucking point. Debasing a man down to his naked–or undressed–testicle.

I didn’t realize that we’d go through this routine three times. First, one testicle. Next the other testicle and then third, both of them at the same time. When both balls were returned safely and snugly to their warm and comfortable home, I was ready to get stitched and get the fuck out of there.

But the hallway whispers returned. What now? Surely, we are finished.

We weren’t. Albura took Betty’s place. I heard her whisper something about ‘the smaller one’.

“We all agreed on the smaller one, right?”

I guess they all wanted to take one more look because Albura efficiently produced the smaller teste right back out into the open. She looked to the crowd and started to explain.

“To truly see a naked testicle, you actually need to take off the final layer covering it. It’s called the Tunica Albuginea. Think of it as testicle panties. It’s a thin layer of skin. In my opinion, a testicle is not truly naked until it is undressed from the Tunica Albuginea.

Everyone vigorously nodded their heads in complete agreement.

And with that Albura took a small pair of surgical scissors and cut the sheath of skin covering my ball right off and squeezed it fully into the open.

“Now it’s naked,” she beamed.

The testicle was glistening and now truly nude. I started to wonder if I should be worried. Like how does that sheathing heal? The women were gasping and begging to take pictures.

“No photos! We made an agreement.”

I started to get really confused when Albura began to tie up the testicle cord with stitching thread just above the dangling naked ball. What would she do that for? Everyone could see what she was doing. Maybe this is to repair the sheathing? Suddenly, it didn’t feel like we were playing naked testicle anymore.

When Albura tied the cord a second time an inch above the first tie off, I lost it. I tried to break through the leather bonds strapping me down at each limb but could barely move. My brain just figured this out. She was preparing to cut off my smaller testicle. That’s what the discussion was about. The smaller of the two balls I currently owned was about to be permanently removed.

Albura slowly rose to a standing position and whispered that If I misbehaved any further, she’d put me under.

“And then you wouldn’t be able to watch the show!” she teased.

I couldn’t fucking believe it. How fucking stupid am I? I’m looking at this large TV screen and I can see my naked testicle, dangling from its lifeline and every vein along its cord is turning blue. Albura has tied off the cord in two places and all the mechanisms are in place to just cut the cord. Remove my ball. Half castrate me, without my consent.

Deep down I was hoping that this was all just a threat. That the girls were just fucking with me and this horror would stop at any moment. And what a laugh everyone would have, at my expense. That this was just a joke and soon be over.

I was right about one thing. It would soon be over.

When I saw what looked like a baby food sized jar filled with a clear liquid in it, I started crying. This, of course, was no joke. No laughing matter. One Ball Betty was living up to her nickname. She was going to get one of mine. She had the collection jar it was going to be stored in. One of my balls was about to be castrated.

And just as Albura pulled a scalpel from her purse, Betty came over and held her phone right in front of my face to provide proof that she was deleting my naked testicle video. A deal is a deal, she said. There is no longer any evidence of any testicle experiences at my place. None. Zero evidence.

The scalpel was so sharp it cut through the cord in less than two seconds. And at that moment, my body was in one place and my testicle was in another. Albura’s hand, to be exact. And seconds later, with Betty’s assistance, in its new home. A baby food jar. My smaller testicle now lived in a baby food jar. And I had to watch the whole fucking thing. And so did Betty. And so did a bunch of her friends. They all knew that she now owned one of my balls.

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“Eunies” by Admin

[Note: I posted this here once before. It’s kind of angsty.]

The ‘eunie’ trend came out of nowhere. Suddenly, closet eunies and eunie wannabees were finally able to come out and be themselves and to freely express themselves. There was even talk of organizing an annual ‘Eunie Pride’ march but nothing ever materialized. A proposal to tack an ‘E’ onto the end of GLBT was also made.

It wasn’t long before couples in female-led relationship took notice of the trend. Many men seized this opportunity and used it to confess to their partner how they yearned for her to take their manhood. And most women were only too happy to oblige.

In other couples it was the woman that took the initiative. Articles appeared in women’s magazines like Cosmo discussed the benefits to strong women of keeping a ‘house eunie’ to fulfill their domestic needs as well as their domination ones. There was a TV program called, “The Stepford Eunies”, that aimed to educate the public about this new segment of suburban households that was beginning to be spotted everywhere. A new clothing style and hair style arose that gave eunies a very distinctive look. It was basically a male look that had many features to soften it and make it more feminine. And of course, the eunies themselves were softer, quieter and pudgier than intact men.

One couple where the woman took the initiative was George and Emily.

Emily was the breadwinner, bringing home the bacon from a job in the tech sector. She was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with George. He had done nothing since their marriage except hang around their home trying to develop money-making schemes.

Finally, Emily got fed up and gave George an ultimatum: “I’ll give you six months to get your latest project off the ground or you will agree to become my eunie”.

“But… but I don’t want to be a eunie!” George wailed.

In the ensuing months, George locks himself in his study every day to ‘work’. When he comes out he is flushed, shy and shamefaced. Emily checks his wastepaper basket and finds the tell-tale gooey tissues she expected.

When the deadline approaches she asks George about the progress of his work. He says he has made good progress but needs more time.

Emily says, “I think the only kind of progress you’ve been making is filling your wastepaper basket with gooey tissues.”

George hangs his head in shame.

Emily continues, “You’re just a silly little sissy masturbator. All you’re good for is playing with yourself. Becoming a eunie will obviously make you a much better person.”

George covers his face with his hands, hunches forward in his chair and quietly moans, “Noooooooooo, nooooooooooo”.

And sure enough, a month later George is calmly vacuuming the living room carpet dressed only in an apron and pink fluffy slippers. His ‘manhood’ floats in a small jar of preserving fluid on a shelf nearby.

Emily enters and tells George to stop vacuuming and get dressed, they are going for a ride. Emily drives them to the Sexless Service Agency building, parks the car and leads him inside.

The reception area is staffed with young smiling ladies who greet them warmly. “You’ll be staying here from now on, George,” says Emily. “These people have given me a good price for you. You’ll be employed performing domestic duties for their clients. Goodbye.”

George just stands there, stunned and bewildered.

A month later George spends his day off sitting quietly on his cot bed in one of the company’s barracks. He’s dressed in his sissy maid uniform. All the other cot beds are empty, their occupants are out on assignment. He hears a gleeful jingle blaring from the TV in the day room announcing the company’s recent re-branding: “Sexless Service is Sex-Lo now!” He looks at the floor and sniffles.

And so ends the story of George and Emily.

But there’s more to say about the Sexless Service Agency.

There is actually a quite a range of services provided by the company, not just domestic work. In particular, some eunies are specially trained and rented out as sex toys.

An unusual request comes for the after-party of a small conference of female dominant executives. They want five older eunies, ones in their late 50s or early 60s, to serve in the nude as waiters and to provide specialized entertainment.

Three lady execs sit at a table, talking and drinking champagne. Their hair is worn up and they wear sleek, body-hugging evening gowns.

“There’s nothing more satisfying for a dominant woman than to be waited on by a naked eunie,” says one.

“Just think,” says another, “it was only a few years ago that we had to take orders from old guys like these.”

They call over one of the waiters and ask him how he likes being castrated.

“It’s OK, kind of boring,” he says.

How long, they ask.

“Five years.”

How did it come about?

“Wife arranged it. Said it would be best for me.”

What was your job before you were fixed?


Why not continue that?

“No longer had the drive.”

They thank him for the information and then one of the ladies says, “I’m not wearing panties. Now get down, crawl under the table and lick my pussy.”

A couple minutes later she feels his warm breath and obedient tongue licking between her legs. She throws her head back and laughs.

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“Scalpel Girls” by Neville Moore – part 3

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“Scalpel Girls” by Neville Moore – part 2

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“Scalpel Girls” by Neville Moore – part 1

Quoth the Raven, “Neville Moore”?

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Femdom castration on FetLife

Here’s a castration that was, in all likelihood, the sub’s idea but they are presenting it as a femdom initiated one.

The domme is MsRubberBella and the sub is TwigNoBerries, her slave.

Here is the domme’s account of the surgical castration:

“After months of planning, appointments, and medical care, @TwigNoBerries and I are relieved that the end result is as good as it could be. Within hours of the surgery twig had pretty severe pelvic swelling and I wish the perineum scar was more faded, but in the end, what’s important is that twig can still enjoy orgasms and I don’t have to look at the ugly scrotum anymore (it’s preserved separately from the testicle and placed in a small coffin).”

Here are five photos of the domme gloating over the severed organs.

Don’t know what the “can still enjoy orgasms” statement is supposed to mean. Even with HRT the sub’s sex drive will be greatly reduced.

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Good Neighbor Madge III
[Please note: The full version of this story has issues. We do not recommend reading the full version.]
Ruth was taking the pink nylon chiffon nightgown out of the closet as Madge unzipped my dress. “Maybe a nice little nap will help Marissa” she said as she helped me undress. Then, once I was undressed she put me into the tight panty briefer and I noticed once again how small my manhood looked as she tucked me in. She then took out the little paper bag and the pink box. She added some of the solvent to a washcloth and began working to get my breast forms off. Finally she peeled them off and after cleaning them she put them back in the little pink box. My chest was sensitive as she use the solvent to remove any traces of the medical adhesive and it was then that I noticed the swelling for the first time. I figured it was from wearing the breast forms for so long but there was something different. My chest was tender and my areolae were much larger now! I then noticed how much larger and pinker my nipples were as well then noticed the swelling and realized that real breasts were now forming on my chest!

I felt a wave of panic once again as Ruth swished the pink gown over my head. “I’ll be right back,” Madge said as she left. I heard her in the kitchen and as Ruth was putting me into Madge’s bed she returned with another bag and loaded a syringe. She laid me on my side and quickly lifted my gown and lowered the tight briefer. I felt the needle stick then felt the liquid as she pushed the plunger. I immediately relaxed and started feeling groggy. “There darling, just a little sedative to help you sleep,” Madge said as she then took out two more little bottles of liquid and I noticed the bottle she held that was labeled “Estrogen”! She filled the syringe and quickly injected my hip once again.

“We’ve had you on female hormones for months now. I’ve been putting the pills into your food and your juice every morning,” she said as she loaded another syringe with the liquid from the third bottle. “It’s going to be so exciting now to watch you change Marissa. With these injections to supplement the hormone pills you’ll start to really blossom now. The first injection was the female hormone estrogen, this one,” she said as she injected me yet again, “is progesterone, it’ll shut down your testicles. But don’t worry, in a week or two we’re having you ‘clipped’ so you won’t need that anymore!” she said as she finished my injection then after swabbing the area with cotton and alcohol she pulled my panties back up and swished my night gown back down. Then as she covered me with the sheets and blankets I laid there groggily, trying to stay awake. Madge then finished spelling out her plans.

“The doctors say he should make the changeover very easily and make a perfectly normal woman undetectable as to ever having been a boy,” she said as she smiled with satisfaction to Ruth and then returned to me. “Once we get you ‘clipped’ sweetie, and over time have a few more procedures done on you to further feminize your face and raise your voice into a pleasant feminine sounding one and get you laser electrolysis to get rid of any body hair that should survive the hormone therapy you’ll be coming right along Marissa. Then in a couple years we’ll have your sex reassignment surgery completed to give you a real vagina and we’ll have breast augmentation surgery performed too to finish your new look. But by then you’ll be so used to being a girl that you’ll hardly notice the change!” she said still smiling as I looked up at her and Ruth glassy eyed and groggy as I tried to mumble. Madge continued laying out her plan.

“Penny Lane”
I realized it was all over now. There was no escape. No matter where I went, no matter what I did I would never find work or a place to hide from the Hathaway’s influence.

After my floral scented bath and body shave Mrs. Hathaway combed and curled my hair.

“We’ll have to let your hair grow out dear, it’s a shame you cut it,” she said as she pulled me back into my feminine personae. But now it wasn’t my choice and I could tell as she adjusted the straps on my lace trimmed full slip and zipped me into the short floral patterned dress. She giggled slightly at her accomplishment and seemed pleased and satisfied as she smoothed the dress then handed me a purse as I teetered on the heels once again feeling out of place at not having worn ladies clothes in so long. She took notice.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head Penny, you’ll get accustomed to wearing ladies clothes again in no time. Shall we go now dear?” she said as she led me out of the little apartment to the waiting limo. Soon we were on our way leaving everything behind.

After the two hour flight we landed at the airport and taxied up in front of the Hathaway hangar. Then after a short limo ride we were once again back at the Hathaway estate. It was early in the evening and after being escorted to my new bedroom and in meeting the middle aged man waiting there I soon learned was Dr. Gratin I realized Mrs. Hathaway had already gotten a good start on her plans for me. I disrobed and after a complete physical the doctor injected me with a large dose of a testosterone blocker and the female hormone estrogen!

“All the dresses in the closets should fit you dear and all the lingerie in the dressers too. But if there’s a problem with sizes we’ll work it out dear. We’ll be altering most of your clothing and outfits over time as your body changes anyway so it won’t be a problem. All you have to do is look feminine and pretty. Have a nice night Penny dear. Put on a pretty nightgown now and get a good nights sleep,” she said as she left the room closing the door behind her.

I tried the door and found it opened and then watched as Mrs. Hathaway continued down the long hallway and then turned the corner and descended the large staircase onto the main floor. I closed the bedroom door and decided to turn in early.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months as time flew by. I had thought about leaving more than once but leave to where? She’d find me once again and I would end up back in a shabby apartment with a wobbly kitchen table and creaky chairs that were lit by the dim glow of the light from a naked bulb. I knew I would have to put up with the present situation but now, as fast as I was changing I knew it might very well be a one way trip! I hadn’t seen Lane at all since I came back. He had been sent to Europe on an extended vacation.

That was the story anyway. And Penny had gone with him. Nobody knew I was upstairs in my room at the Hathaway estate under Mrs. Hathaway’s and doctor Gratin’s expert care. And time continued to pass.

My budding breasts began to widen and take on weight and I began to notice their jiggle even though I constantly wore a brassiere now. The areolae grew and turned a darker pink as did the nipples now evident even under a blouse and brassiere. My hips began to widen out as well and I could feel my skin softening and my hair getting finer and more luxurious and soon it was grown fully out past my shoulders all to Mrs. Hathaway’s delight. The bimonthly hormone shots continued as did my daily maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen. And soon I noticed my penis had shrunk and my little testicles now dangling in their hairless scrotum were now atrophied and useless. But it didn’t matter because Mrs. Hathaway soon had me checked into the hospital and after I awoke I found that I had been clipped, my testicles were gone. In addition to that surprise I soon learned that under the bandages and the sturdy sports bra I now had a set of saline implants to augment my already growing bust line. Within a week the doctor removed the stitches and within another week to allow healing I was back dressing in my bedroom with Mrs. Hathaway fitting me for larger sized brassieres. She clipped me into a lace trimmed cup affair with a plunging front to expose my now womanly cleavage. She noticed the matching lace trimmed satin panties and although my testicles were now gone she chafed a bit at the little protrusion in the front. She then gathered a small corset, wrapped it around my slender feminine waist then began lacing me into it.

“Don’t worry dear, you won’t have to tuck into your panties for much longer, we’re almost through sweetie, and you’ll have a nice smooth feminine look for real,” she said as I heard her begin pulling at the corset laces.

Adventures With Aunt Madge VI
“And in a few more years Melissa darling, you will have completely forgotten what it even felt like to wear pants!” she said with a lilt in her voice but with conviction as the lecture continued. The little sissy cross dressing Tim was now undergoing his “cure”!

Madge went on about having me “clipped” and about my doctors appointment at the clinic where my unfortunate “condition” was well documented and would be corrected once I became Melissa for real! A week later I underwent the procedure and after getting the stitches out and then healing up for another week it was business as usual with my lady-of-the-house lessons continuing under Madge’s watchful eye. My atrophied little penis and a now hairless little shriveled little ball sack was all that remained under the tight lacy panties I wore every day under the dresses and skirts! And without a trace of testosterone in my system the daily hormone tablets and the supplemental bi-monthly estrogen injections continued and began shaping me more and more into a woman and with Madge starting me off so early there wasn’t a trace, or even a hint of masculinity about me!

Milk Maid
I decided this was too much and to leave and told Carol I didn’t want to continue. I became unruly and became lax in my duties and in my making proper meals at dinner over the next several days. Then one night Carol became angry and summoned Bob. Together they pulled me to my room and threw me down on the bed. Carol then took out a syringe and a small vial of liquid; as Bob held me down she loaded the needle then quickly raised my skirt, pulled my girdle and panties down, then after swabbing a small area on my hip with alcohol I felt the needle stick then felt her push the plunger down!

“I didn’t waste this much time with you to stop now Priscilla dear.” Carol said. She finished the injection then commented that she was now giving me a much higher dose of the female hormone estrogen and that after my visit to the clinic I would really begin to “blossom!”

She had also given me a progesterone type drug that had shut down my testicles but after my trip to the clinic a week later I didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Carol had had them removed and now all I had was an empty sack! The months continued on and without testicles and the addition of hormone injections my bust really grew in size! I went from a 34 “B” to a 34 “C” and then continued on to a 36 “D!” By the time she had turned me into a 36 “DD” it didn’t really matter anymore because a month before the rest of my plumbing had been reworked. Instead of a flaccid penis and an empty hairless scrotum, I now had a pair of sleek, pouty vaginal lips and a sexually functional vagina!

Bob didn’t take long before I was performing my new “wifely” duties! Carol had moved into my room and transferred me into the master bedroom where I would be available for Bob’s every whim. She seemed to enjoy not having to worry about sex anymore and at her age of middle 40’s she was content to just live a pampered life and not have to put up with the day to day demands of being a housewife.

So now things were complete. I slept with Bob in my nightgown on satin sheets, then every day arose and fully dressed and made myself up to be presentable as a perfect old fashioned housewife. The cooking and cleaning continued along with my services to Bob and even Carol at times when she would have me under her skirt to service her orally! They seemed more than pleased with their little Priscilla and over time I eventually got used to my new situation. But my bust continued to grow!

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Five excerpts by Anonymous_writer

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Timmy And The Hendersons
The next day went as planned. A quiet ladies lunch with Gladys and a fresh vintage ladies hair set, complete with a small pink satin bow pinned to the side. Gladys also supervised a new set of long gloss red salon nails. But then she stopped at the DMV and finally at the clinic. Timmy didn’t have an appointment but that didn’t matter. Gladys had made plans. Some papers were filled out and signed, she handed Timmy his new drivers license stating he was now Mrs. Joyce Henderson, Female. The picture on the license was one Gladys had taken earlier and had affixed to the new document. And then another procedure.

Timmy’s heavy paneled white long leg panty girdle was folded now and in his purse for the trip home. He was now only in ladies panties under his dress. But for the moment there were the stitches and bandages. It had happened so quickly but now it was finished. Timmy had been “clipped!” His little hormone shriveled testes now totally removed. The papers signed to allow the procedure and to go ahead with the transition turning his paperwork and his history to female and to set up the eventual, now approved reassignment procedure.

The Fitting
The hormone therapy had worked better than expected but Gladys had added breast augmentation complete with large saline implants. That procedure had been completed nearly a month earlier. Timmy had no choice but to wear a brassiere now, every day. Nothing fancy but sturdy and full coverage to insure the breasts would heal properly. And they were now fully healed. The slender faint scars from the surgery faded and were barely visible. But the breasts were large, almost abnormally large due to Timmy’s short and slightly built frame. But it was just what Gladys wanted. A full set of large women’s breasts. Large, heavy pendulous breasts that would jiggle and swing with every movement always there to remind Timmy that he was no longer a real man.

Of course under the lace trimmed pink panties he now wore, the ones that matched his pink baby doll nightgown there was little traces of Timmy’s manhood left. He was totally smooth now from his plucked eyebrows down, the female hormones and laser electrolysis ensured he would stay that way. He had a woman’s curves now with a trim waist and wide womanly hips. The breast augmentation had made him complete. He had a little triangle shaped trim below but little resembled a man anymore. His smooth hairless sack was now empty, Gladys had seen to it that his little testes had been clipped and were now gone. The little flaccid manhood now much smaller, barely making even a bulge at the front of his silky pink panties now.

Timmy’s First Dinner Out
Timmy’s head spun, he squirmed across the back seat until he was leaning up against the door of the limo. Ned was still excited though. He gently put Timmy’s hand over the bulge in his tuxedo pants making him feel the large erection, the feminine hand held against the front of the slacks, the long gloss red nails shining in the light, flashing as Timmy pulled away. Ned then simply unbuckled, unbuttoned then unzipped his pants releasing the throbbing, vein engorged erection.

“Oh my!” Gladys exclaimed. “Look what you’ve done Timmy dear. Such a feminine ‘lady’ to get a man that excited,” she exclaimed as she watched, looking on as Ned held his erection in one hand then pulled Timmy close once again with his other!

Timmy’s wife Cindy looked on momentarily giggling at what was about to happen but she didn’t care now. She was with a man now who was a “real man,” In her mind Timmy was already gone.

Ned pulled Timmy close, the vein engorged erection standing straight up now, the bulbous pink head now gleaming with a drop of pre-come! Timmy’s gown rustled the vintage layered blue nylon chiffon swished and fluttered, the lingerie and his nylon stockings zipped as Ned pulled him ever closer as Timmy gasped and grimaced.

“N…n…no!” he gasped as he tried to push away but Ned was much stronger and much larger than the short and slightly built Timmy. Gladys already knowing the score then helped by quickly pulling out a nylon stocking from her purse once again. She smiled as she quickly tied Timmy’s wrists behind his back. Holding the back of Timmy’s head Ned pulled Timmy’s face closer still as the swishing, zipping tussle continued in the back of the limo, the blue high stiletto heels kicking now only glancing off the carpeted floor. Gladys then leaned in and grabbed a handful of permed and tightly curled hair at the top of Timmy’s head. Timmy grimaced but as she yanked his hair and his head back he gasped, yelped in surprise as his gloss red lipsticked lips opened to gasp. She quickly pushed his head closer to the bulbous head of Ned’s erection as he held it straight up and pulled at Timmy’s neck with his other hand. And then after another frothy swishing nylon rustle of the dress and slips and a whispering zip from his nylons Timmy gasped as he strained and then Gladys heard the “glub” as she leaned over his shoulders to see, the pink bulbous head pushing past Timmy’s gloss red lips forcing them wide as the head entered his waiting mouth!

Ned gasped as he adjusted himself in his seat. He pushed his hips up and forward and sunk deeper inside Timmy’s mouth, two more inches sliding inside, the bulbous head bulging Timmy’s cheeks now as Gladys held him tight and ground his head further and further down. “That’s it, you take it prissy!” she beamed as she pushed further until Ned’s entire seven- inches filled Timmy’s mouth. And then still holding Timmy’s head and hair she began pulling up and pushing down, pulling up and pushing down as Ned began to moan with pleasure.

“Come on princess, that’s it, suck it, roll your tongue around the head. You like dressing like a woman and acting like a lady, how do you like it now!?” Gladys cooed with pleasure at giving Timmy an even more feminine end to the evening. She noticed him blushing red faced in writhing panic now as he “mmffed” and “glubbed,” “Why so embarrassed prissy?” Gladys continued. “Anyone seeing this would just see a pretty ‘lady’ doing her feminine duties after a lovely evening out. You’re all dolled up nice and feminine, you’ve always been a mincing, swishing, preening, limp wristed cross dressing sissy anyway so what’s wrong with satisfying a man with oral sex,” she reasoned as she clutched the handful of hair tightly and worked Timmy’s head up and down.

“That’s it, suck it, suck it princess!” Gladys giggled with pleasure at hearing the slight choking sounds and the slobbering “glubs as Ned began to issue his pleasured moans. “Keep sucking prissy!” she said as Ned became more and more excited at the sensation.

“Now that I’ve had your marriage to my daughter annulled we’ll get you started on female hormones right away, we’ll get your nuts clipped right away too,” she assured as she continued to work Timmy’s head up and down, up and down on Ned’s vein engorged shaft. Until finally, Ned began to squirm himself and to gasp. Gladys knew what was happening.

Timmy felt the head grow even larger in his mouth but Gladys kept up the pace. “That’s it precious. Yes, so nice and ladylike. Keep sucking! Don’t make a mess now,” she ordered as Ned continued his urgent moans as Timmy flailed. And then Gladys heard the guttural grunt from Ned and the pleasured moan as he laid back, his eyes closed. Gladys knew Ned was beginning to spurt, she held Timmy tight a he squirmed. “Keep sucking sweetie,” She ordered as she watched Timmy’s mouth fill and his cheeks brim with the ejaculate. “Don’t make a mess now dear, swallow it all princess,” Gladys cooed in her feminine lilt as she watched Timmy choke on the load, his gloss red lips wide and tight around Ned’s large shaft. “Swallow it you sissy priss!” she ordered then watched with pleasure as Timmy choked slightly and coughed but then begin to swallow as she’d ordered. “That’s it prissy!” she beamed. “Suck him good and swallow it all down now.”

Life In The Country (Part II)
Timmy then entered the house to start the final portion of Madge’s charm school lessons. Of course it wasn’t a certainty that Timmy wouldn’t rebel yet again, but Madge had another card to play. There would soon be a scheduled annual physical to see doctor Judith Lovelli.

It was a complete and thorough physical. But when she checked Timmy’s breasts she informed him that Madge wanted the final size fixed. Timmy was now scheduled for saline breast implants to augment his ample but only “C” cup breasts. He awoke after the procedure, his chest feeling different, larger and heavier now. He no longer would need any silicone forms, special bras or any padding now because Madge had seen to it that he was now a full size 40″DD!” But as he laid there he felt something else that was different and was shocked to learn that when the breast augmentation was performed it had been no trouble at all to perform a quick, snip-snip castration! And now, without testes he would no longer need the testosterone blocking agents and would only have to continue on with his full maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen. Once Madge got Timmy home to recover he seemed a bit remote and listless but a few days of a mild tranquilizer in addition to his daily estrogen dose soon had him calmed down during his recovery.

An Exquisitely Ordered Lifestyle
She could see the wheels turning, the gears turning, well grinding now actually. The window of escape quickly closing right in front of his eyes. She continued on. “Look at you now? You can shave off the curls, scrub off the makeup and remove the salon nails but haven’t you noticed your new and feminine demeanor and mannerisms, how you move? Certainly not manly, not anymore. Your waist is smaller, your hips now two inches wider than before, and your bust line, well, I’d say that you’re a full “B” cup now, at least. I really doubt you could find any men’s clothes to fit your new shape. Tell me, where will you go? Where will you work? A waitress maybe? A hotel maid? But oh, there’s that pesky money problem again. Your Mercedes is long gone and that thousand I offered to give you won’t last long. And overall, your look? Well Tiffany dear, you’re very feminine, very ladylike now. You’ve done so well but truthfully, if someone looked close enough, even after all the female hormones and the laser electrolysis they’d still see a hint of Timothy. That would be so tragic if you were to be caught in a bad neighborhood, wouldn’t it?” she said with a knowing smirk. She then returned to the vanity.

“I’m still not finished with you Timothy. You’re coming along, quite well actually. But there’s still more work to do, still more I have in mind for you dear. And I admit, you’ve become a very efficient housekeeper. I’d much enjoy if you stayed on here with me. You’d be much more fulfilled here and much safer, don’t you agree?” She finished then waited for an answer she didn’t need to hear.

Tim got up stunned and walked almost in a staggering trance back to his feminine four poster bed for the evening. She’d beaten him, she’d won. He knew he was too far gone now, no useable education, broke, without a house, or car, or job or any employment prospects. But, he was safe as long as he stayed under Madge’s kindly influence.

“In the morning why don’t you go ahead and put that cute ladies suit I put out. We need to get a few things done in the morning,” she said with a smile as she left the bedroom, switching off the light as she closed the door behind her.

The next day Tim was given another physical another round of injections and was taken to out-patient surgery. The doctor also gave Madge a new pill prescription. Tim’s ‘vitamins’ were stronger this time. The remainder of the old pink pills would be discarded, the new pills were the same estrogen combination but now at full feminine strength!

The ride home in the back of Madge’s limousine was both uneventful and silent. Tim sat in his mauve ladies skirt suit, clutching the purse in his lap with his white gloved hands as he looked out the window still feeling the numbing effects of the medication and the tingle of the stitches in his still hairless but now very empty scrotum! Madge felt the sense of satisfaction as the driver continued back to her estate. The paperwork Tim had signed for surgery was completed, as was the paperwork from the lady doctor stating that Tim was indeed undergoing “therapy” for his transgendered condition. His records would be amended now to show him as a female with the new name of Tiffany Benson. Madge’s ongoing work was continuing splendidly!

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Milestones: Online Existence

That’s it, baby. No more fuckin’ milestones.

I’ve just turned 68. I still enjoy jerking off occasionally.


At 57 I had just emerged from a Luddite phase where I hadn’t had personal access to the Internet for a few years. Then I bought my first laptop and proceeded to disappear down the tumblr rabbit hole for eight years. Even though I only had access via Wi-Fi in coffee shops and fast food restaurants I still managed to collect tens of thousands of, primarily hand-drawn, erotic images in the following categories: femdom castration, general femdom, femboi, futa-on-male and yaoi.

Only rarely did I find an image that was hot enough to be really arousing. Most of them were merely sexy and entertaining.

The consistently hottest images were the castration fantasies presented as captioned photos, particularly those created by a user called NeuteringCaps.


It was during this time I directed and paid for three commissions by Sorenutz.

I found Sorenutz difficult and expensive to work with. The problem was I was too fussy about details. Sorenutz doesn’t like a lot of client-specified details.

Still, he did an excellent job and he was the right man for it since he has always had a strong interest in drawing femdom castration.

The titles for these commissions are: “Amazon Vet”, “Castratrix Office” and “Farm Castratrix”. They’re all posted on this blog.


Discovering futanari porn really broadened my fetish life. Futa-on-male is still pretty arousing for me.

The HungAngels forum had a great futanari thread and it is also where I first discovered the wonderful wordless Sheanimale 10-part stories.

I love many futa-on-male artists but nobody-in-particular and Anasheya are two of the hottest.

Notable eBooks:

Some notable eBooks have been published on Amazon. Three of them are by a small team of British writers supposedly led by a Chinese lesbian:

“Neutered by the Vet” by Martha Z. Kleine: this is the hottest femdom castration novella I’ve ever read. I’ve masturbated and ejaculated to it so many times.

“Human Dog: Puppy Play Erotica” by Maia Anne Fisher: this only has a few brief castration-related scenes but I found them very arousing and have gotten a ton of mileage from them.

“Harem Slave” by Sabrina Jen Mountford: this has some good parts but the quality is generally pretty rough. Also, the castrations are full/nullo ones that don’t appeal to me.

Also, I published my own little eBook, “Thirty-five Castration Fantasies”. Haven’t made much from royalties but publishing a book has been a real hoot.

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I started my femdom castration blog when I was 59 and it ran for seven years and had four million page views. Then I was forced to relocate to its present incarnation as a WordPress blog hosted on Vice Temple. I’ve been very happy with Vice Temple’s service.