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All I Want For Christmas

All I want for Christmas is a hot femdom orchi!:

“Mommy, mommy, can I have one, please?!?! Please, please, please, pretty please?!?!”

“OK, Billy, you can have one,” sighed his wife who was 40 years old, 3 years younger than her husband Billy who always called her mommy. “I don’t suppose you have any particular doctor or clinic in mind, do you?” she asked archly.

“Well,” he blushed, “now that you mention it…” he replied.

She laughed, it was just what she expected.

“Well,” he continued, “I just happened to find out that there is a really cool clinic over on the other side of town that does them.”

“That’s nice,” she gently said.

“Yes, it is nice,” he continued, “it has an all-female staff and they do hot femdom orchis on request!!!”

“Oh, my,” said his wife, “that sounds really exciting!”

“Oh, yes! I’m so glad you agree!!” he said, bouncing up in down in his seat and clapping his hands childishly Then he frowned, the only downside is that there is quite a long waiting list.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” his wife said, “well we can just try and be patient. And meanwhile we can continue to do orchi roleplay in the bedroom.”

He sniffed and blew his nose. “Yes, you’re right, that will be OK. I really love it when we do that,” he said somewhat sulkily.

“Now, run along and be a good little boy or you’ll get a hard spank from mommy!” she said with a smile.

He got up and picked up his briefcase and left to go to work in town as an investment banker.

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Castrated partners

Had a fantasy about a Cosmo article about a new trend in couples with the male being castrated. The articles spells out the usual advantages for the female half of the couple and then discusses how to negotiate the transition of the male. A surprise revelation comes when it is discovered how many men instead of balking at the prospect actually jump at the chance saying things like, “Oh God, yes! I’d love to be castrated for you!!” This enthusiastic surrender continues right on through to the castration table. Female surgeons are of course preferred by such males. The female half of the given couple is somewhat taken aback but soon adjusts and learns to love how the male feels about it.

Too many fantasies are about cruel, dominant women and not enough about men that are boldly, nakedly submissive, aching to surrender their manhood to a loving woman.

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Had a nice cummy today

[ Please note, this post is not about castration, only about my masturbation. ]

My mind ranged over a variety of things whilst I was jerking my cock, some of them castration. But when I came I was thinking of a story I read online over 20 years ago. I think it was posted to some new online women’s magazine. The author was a woman and she decided to do a story about how men jerk off so she asked 20 guys to jerk off for her while she watched. She was fully clothed and they were naked. Just one-on-one, btw. They, with one exception, were all proud of their equipment and not in the least shy. For the shy one she had to peep at him from outside through a window. But the thing I was thinking about was the one guy that was in his forties. All the rest of them had been in their twenties. The older guy had obviously had a lot of practice and really knew how to pleasure himself. That’s what got me off, imagining that, her watching this older guy who really got into pleasuring himself.

Wish I had kept a copy of that story.

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Peeny-pulling sissy husbands

[ This little story was inspired by “A Female-Dominated Household” written by David P and posted to the Forced Nudity Archive. ]

The lady doctor and the wife sit together in the exam room discussing how to deal with her sissy husband’s chronic peeny-pulling.

Nearby, her husband quietly lays on his back, naked from the waist down, feet up in stirrups on the doctor’s exam table. The doctor had just completed a thorough exam of his genitals and vigorously probed his rectum and prostate. She had asked him many humiliating questions about his sex habits and confirmed what his wife had told her about his chronic peeny-pulling. The doctor had then asked him to show her how he plays with himself and insisted that he continue all the way to a noisy, messy and embarrassing ejaculation.

The doctor tells the wife that in cases like these she always recommends orchiectomy and explains that it means removal of the testicles. She says that it always produces excellent results, peeny-pulling is usually completely eliminated after orchiectomy. She says she loves to see sissy husbands in follow-up appointments after their orchiectomy when she gets to examine their loose, empty sacs and makes them tearfully admit that they are no longer able to play with themselves. Hearing this makes the husband whine which makes the ladies laugh.

The wife is very enthusiastic and says she’d like to schedule the surgery as soon as possible. The doctor explains that there is a high demand for orchiectomies because many wives are opting for them and that she may have to wait as long as two months but of course there is always a chance for an earlier date when there is a cancelation. The wife expresses her frustration but resolves to be patient.

The doctor says it’s a lot like taking your dog to the vet to be fixed.

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“One Ball Betty” re-post

I got off jerking off to this today so I decided to re-post it. Here’s the link.

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Not just a job

For most surgeons doing orchiectomies is a just a job. But not for a certain lady. She loved her work, she loved neutering men and was very aggressive about finding men to do it to. She liked doing it when they were under local anesthetic so she could talk dirty about it, about how she’s neutering them, taking their manhood, making an incision so she can get at their family jewels, etc.

Female aggression has always turned me on to much.

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A Cat and Mouse story

Some thoughts on what would be required.

Castration would have to be the focus.

The cat-like domme would have to be hunting a mousey sub-male with the intent to trap and castrate him.

The Mousey sub-male would have to be aware of such predatory dommes and what they intend to do if they catch him and which he wishes very much to avoid.

The domme would begin by catching the sub-male and then get ready to castrate when he would ‘accidently’ be allowed to escape at the last minute. Of course the escape would have been planned by the domme so that the sub-male would quickly fall into another trap. The threatened-castration/escape/recapture cycle would be repeated with the sub-male becoming increasingly frantic.

Two possible endings: 1) the sub-male becomes exhausted and realizes that castration is really what’s best for him and he gratefully submits, or 2) the domme tires of the game and could care less how he feels about it and just castrates him. Another variation would be for the domme to promise the sub-male that if he can escape one more time she will let him go but then just as he thinks he has finally escaped her clutches she traps and castrates him.

She holds his severed scrotum and testicles aloft in triumph grinning ear to ear and laughing a full, deep-throated laugh.

He cries piteously in his squeaky little mousey voice as the domme’s assistants work to stop the bleeding and close the wound.

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Erotic Archie comic book cover

And here’s a little idea in this vein I came up with a while ago that I called “Cat & Mouse”:

I’ve always been attracted to weak sissies. I knew when I met Georgie that I wanted to be his mommy and dominate him completely and take his manhood.

I didn’t waste any time. I humiliated him on our first date by making him admit he was a sissy and that he liked to masturbate a lot. Then I made him take it out and do it while I watched. When he disgraced himself and made his little cummy I knew I had him.

Sissies are very shy. If you can get them to perform their most private sexual function in front of you then they are yours to dominate and control.

I subscribe to “Sissy Care” magazine. They have many excellent articles on how to dominated your sissy and use him for your enjoyment. I’ve always taken a special interest in their articles about eunuch sissies. A eunuch sissy is the ultimate sissy. They exist solely to please their mommies and they are so much quieter and easier to manage. And taking a sissy’s manhood is the ultimate act of domination and ownership.

[ I realize there isn’t any really anything that cat-and-mousey about the above verbiage. Sorry. I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part. ]

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Castration teen line-up

Had a fantasy about a line-up of six teen boys to be chosen for castration. Lots of teen boys in the area are eager to be castrated so six are chosen every week for the line-up. Only one of the six boys will be chosen. The line-up is put on by the local castration clinic, all-female staff of course. The boys sit naked on chairs in a well-lit room behind a sound-proof glass wall. The chief surgical castratrix and her two assistants stand on the other side of the glass wall in a darkened room viewing the boys. The boys all have erections. On a given signal the boys know that they have to start showing how much they want to be castrated by masturbating with great devotion and eagerness for the women they know are watching. They know they should display their tight little scrotal sacs as prominently as possible to show that their balls are totally ripe and ready for the picking, so to speak. Actual orgasm and ejaculation is prohibited, however, as messy and unnecessary. If a boy cums during the line-up he is banned from ever participating again. After 15 minutes the chief castratrix makes her choice and the boy is instructed to come into the inner rooms of the clinic to receive his well-earned reward. A record is kept of the boys so that they may not be allowed to participate more often then every six months.

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“On The Table” a castration fantasy

A pretty young nurse named Jill took me to the changing room and helped me undress.

“You’re seeing Dr. Ashley today, right?” asked Jill.

“Yes”, I replied.

“You know who she is, right? What she does, what her specialty is?”

“Yes, castration. She castrates.”

“That’s right, but we also like to call it orchiectomy.”

Later, I was lying on the exam table completely covered by green cloth except for my groin area. Nurse Jill stood at my side.

I heard a door open and someone come in.

Nurse Jill greeted Dr. Ashley. “He’s all ready for you, doctor. He knows he is here to have his testicles removed, he is ready to be castrated.”

“Good,” replied Dr. Ashley as she approached the table. She then addressed me, “You should know that after I am done with you today you will no longer be male. You will be a neuter, a eunuch.”

She sat on a chair between my legs. “We will start by making a small incision in the center of the scrotum.”

A couple minutes later she said, “There, we can now get into the scrotal sac. I am going to squeeze the left testicle out of the incision.”

She went on to describe each step as she ligated the cords, then cut the cords, then sewed up the incision and applied a little surgical glue.

When she finished she got up and congratulated me on now being a eunuch.

A little while later, Jill helped me back into my clothes.

“How do you feel?” she asked mischievously. “Do you feel any different now that you have been castrated?”

She didn’t really expect an answer. She then went on to say that she looked forward to seeing me again when I came back in two weeks for my follow-up appointment.