Category: story
“No, no, doctor! Don’t take my testicles!” he cried.
“Yes,” she said, “I’ve done it to a lot of men. I love it. And now I want to do it to you. So just lay back, spread you legs and present your scrotum. You wouldn’t have come to see me today if you didn’t want it.”
“Oh, oh, oh! I can’t help it,” he whimpered.
“You’re probably wondering about the changes you’ve been going through,” she said. “And you probably suspect that I may have something to do with them. Well, you’re right. You have now become a ‘Pig-man’. It is the result of the practice of an occult craft and science known only to a few initiates. You have been rendered my complete slave. If you try to leave my sphere of influence you will quickly degenerate into a drooling, leering pervert that helplessly masturbates in public and will be quickly apprehended and institutionalized.”
Ronnie stared in dull, disbelieving silence. “I am fucked,” was all he could manage to think.
“You may have also wondered if the condition is permanent,” she continued with a smile. “Or maybe not, to judge from your slack-jawed stare. Anyway, there is a possible antidote that can act to reverse these changes and return you to your previous state. Unfortunately, it involves a pretty major sacrifice, the loss of your testicles.”
“But for now, you must be trained to be a good slave. And that means punishment. Please follow me.”
He followed her to a room in a part of a house he had never been before. They entered the room and he was stunned at all the instruments of BDSM bondage and torture in it. She led him to a bondage frame and told him to strip and get into it and then she strapped him down, leaving him totally immobile with his genitals very exposed and vulnerable.
“I’m not a sadist,” she said calmly. “But I do take pleasure in seeing that the points I am making are being taken as intended.” She grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard. He howled in pain.
After torturing him for a half hour she told him she was also capable of giving intense pleasure. She then proceeded to sodomize and masturbate him until he had an ejaculation so intense he blacked out.
He was so worn out that the Dark Lady allowed him to sleep on a cot in her dingy basement that night instead of sending home to his apartment.
[ Oops. I forgot the assistants. Oh well, maybe I’ll rewrite it some other day. ]
The boy’s name is Ronnie.
He begins to undergo a transformation. His erogenous zones, his lips, nipples, genitals, prostate and rectum, grow larger and are often very sensitive and swollen. He has to buy new clothes that give these parts more room and don’t rub and stimulate them as much.
Since his genitals are often engorged this has changed the way he walks, he has to walk with his legs further apart, giving him a bowlegged look.
The Dark Lady and her assistants notice these changes and smile.
Ronnie experiences mental changes as well. He becomes relieved of many of the higher functions of his mind and settles down to a state that is almost totally focused on basic bodily needs and sensations. The expression on his face changes. Instead of the shy, delicate, effeminate look he now wears a coarse, brutish, almost leering expression on his face.
His sex habits also change. When he returns to his tiny one-room efficiency apartment after work he strips off his clothes, gets into bed and starts indulging in prolonged bouts of self stimulation.
He bought a number of masturbation sleeves and learned to use them to give himself intense pleasure.
Where he had only occasionally indulged in anal stimulation this began to be a big part of his private activities. He purchased and became proficient with vibrating butt plugs and dildos.
His focus on his rectum and prostate became so great that he started wearing a butt plug while working for the Dark Lady. He also began taking breaks at work to lock himself in her dingy basement bathroom to urgently masturbate.
The Dark Lady and her assistants were not slow to notice these changes. Ronnie often experienced his most intense erections when in the presence of the Dark Lady. She called him one day to come into her office. While she was talking to him he couldn’t resist touching his erection and rubbing it a little through his pants.
The Dark Lady noticed and said that he obviously didn’t know that it was rude to touch himself in front of a lady. She said she was afraid that he was going to have to learn some discipline. He grunted and squirmed in his chair.
An effeminate, boyish young man gets a job as an errand boy for a Dark Lady in a big Victorian mansion in a swanky part of town.
The air in the mansion is humid, sweet and musky like an expensive perfume.
The Dark Lady has two young nubile assistants, Meeny and Miney. They are all very feline. Meeny and Miney are like Siamese to the Dark Lady’s tigress. The assistants are smirky and sly and watch him out of the corner of their eyes.
The boy hears vague, muffled noises in the rooms: thumps, stirrings, low voices, but he never sees anyone come or go other than the Dark Lady and her assistants.
The Dark Lady’s attitude toward the boy is casual, neutral, businesslike. And yet he finds himself becoming more and more fascinated by her, she begins to fill his thoughts and perceptions more and more.
The boy is a virgin and has never felt anything other than his hand on his cock. He begins to have strange dreams about the Dark Lady and her assistants. They begin to intrude on his masturbation fantasies but in ways he doesn’t understand.
One day, while he is doing his work around the house a strange thing occurred.
Femdom castration blog admin goes for routine exam with kink-aware lady GP.
Subject of castration comes up and GP admits she belongs to a femdom castration themed ladies club.
Blog admin admits he runs a femdom castration blog. GP invites admin to attend a meeting of the club.
At the meeting the ladies fawn over admin.
The GP admits she had her husband castrated as does another member.
The ladies discuss the possibility of establishing an annual No-Nuts nudist camp.
The ladies ask to inspect admin’s testicles.
The ladies give admin permission to masturbate while they fondle his testicles.
The ladies declare their ardent desire to see admin castrated. Admin ejaculates.
Much later, GP phones admin to offer him a mock castration roleplay event with all the ladies of the club participating.
Admin agrees and the castration ends up being real after all. Admin passes out.
Admin wakes up to GP sitting by his bed. She laughs and gloats at his gullibility.
Routine exam with kink-aware lady GP. She’s 35, attractive. I’m naked.
I’m still naked at the end of the exam and we chat. The GP reveals she has recently joined an informal club with eight other ladies dedicated to femdom castration. Meets bi-weekly. They call it the “No-nuts Club”. I laugh and confess I run a castration blog. She is flabbergasted at the coincidence. She says her club had just discussed my blog at length during the previous meeting. She can’t believe that she is talking to the mysterious Squirm E. Worm, the admin of the famous castration blog. And I’m equally surprised at the coincidence and gratified at her praise.
She insists that I agree to attend the next meeting of the group. As I stand to get dressed she tells me that two of the club ladies have eunuchs as partners. This makes my cock surge and start to erect in her face. The GP laughs and playfully slaps it away. I finish dressing and leave the exam in a tizzy.
Story idea:
A clinic specializing in serving the D/S community. Not gender affirming but submission affirming. The domme and her sub are interviewed in order to validate the request for castration.
Although an orchiectomy is performed, the terms castration, neutering and fixing are also used to enhance the kinkiness.
The domme is given the option of cutting the cords herself. A videotape of the procedure provided. The sub’s testicles are cleaned up and encased in a clear-plastic cube to serve as a memento.
Discounts are available for dommes that bring in repeat business.
Cries and whimpers are expected during the procedure. They are analogous to the noises a straight or queer bottom makes when being fucked. The sub may also sob quietly at the completion of the procedure, from the intensity of the experience and from a realization of the magnitude and permanence of his loss.
None of these ideas are at all novel. They’re totally standard.
Had a fantasy about a dominant lady where she talks about her domination habits.
She takes on a new submissive, or sub, every year or so. She tells the sub right from the outset that her domination is always a total one which will ultimately require that the sub be ‘fixed’. She likes to say fixed because she views her subs as servile dogs. For her there is nothing more satisfying and fulfilling than having a sub surrender to this ultimate submission.
Of course, she has the procedure carried out by a qualified female surgeon.
She keeps the new eunuch around for a couple months so she can gloat over how they are experiencing their new sexless life. She also likes to show them off to her lady friends. Then she dismisses them and begins to look for a new sub.
I realize this doesn’t really cover much new ground. The key new items for me are when she tells the sub it is time to have them fixed and the declaration about how satisfying and fulfilling this act is for her.