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“Arabella – Plant the Seed” by Aunt Cassie

Her name was Arabella, or Bella for short. Bella was a real hot babe, lithe and supple. All men wanted her and she loved it.

She had had many jobs, all people-oriented: human resources, beautician, health club worker, real estate agent. She loved variety and she loved meeting people and making friends and she always kept the friends she made. She had a huge social circle and went out to lots of fun social events. She continually surrounded herself with healthy, active, every-day people.

She met lots of hot guys and she loved flirting and playing sex games with them. She would regularly cocktease men until they developed obvious erections bulging in their pants.

She needed to be in control and to be the center of attention. She never liked penetration. Cockteasing and oral tribute was her preferred kinds of sex.

With a few select ‘pets’ she would go out on dates and cocktease them all night and then get them somewhere private and do a strip tease for them. Then she would have them give her oral tribute front and back. Then she would let them ask permission to jerk off for her. They would kneel at her feet while she remained seated. She loved to watch them relieve their pent-up frustration, urgently jerking their cocks. She loved it best when they had saved up their cum by abstaining before the date which caused them to helplessly spurt huge loads. They were always so sweet and embarrassed after having shown her their most private function.

Bella was married and her husband really brought home the bacon. He had some kind of super bean-counting job, a CPA or a CFO or some such, she was never much interested to find out. He knew she played around but he didn’t mind, he was actually flattered that so many men worshipped his hot wife.

Her husband was quiet and reserved. Bella was frustrated that he was such a social stick-in-the-mud. So one day while she was thinking about this she noticed a display in the cosmetics and hair-care section at the back of a drug store. The display was called “Plant the Seed”. It promoted the life-enhancing qualities of having your partner castrated. There were some brochures and a little pyramid of free specimen jars for preserving the male’s manhood which made her giggle.

Bella was intrigued and took the brochure and a jar home with her. She visited the website given on the brochure to learn more about it. There was a lot of material available on the website: videos, write-ups and testimonials. She prided herself on keeping up with the latest fashions and trends and she was surprised to learn that she had completely missed the new eunuch-partner trend. She learned how castration had started as a new sexual identity choice and then spread into more mainstream sexualities, especially in female-led relationships.

According to the “Plant the Seed” material, there were many benefits that come with castration that derived from males being freed of the inhibiting and stunting effects of male-gender conditioning.

Videos of eunuchs showed how relaxed and verbal and demonstrative they were. They were softer and calmer and more cuddly. New eunuchs also enjoyed a special status among women. They had a kind of glow that attracted women. Women instinctively knew they were totally safe, open and accessible. Women would talk to them and touch them and share with them as they would with another woman.

The “Plant the Seed” material suggested that women should discuss these advantages with their partner. This had been shown to be an effective way of encouraging the partner to accept and to begin to desire castration.

The company behind the “Plant the Seed” campaign offered comprehensive counseling and referral services for such prospective woman/eunuch relationships.

After having thought about it for a few days Bella decided that her husband would be an ideal candidate and that she was going to begin to ‘plant-the-seed’.

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Creamy Cum Plantation

Cruel amazon-type women operate a bizarre plantation deep in the Louisiana bayou country. There is a long private dirt road out to the plantation but it is virtually impassable most of the year. Helicopters are the main form of transport to and from the plantation. The plantation is part of a large network of plantations located in remote and inaccessible areas worldwide.

The amazons are all at least six feet tall. Most of them are brunettes but there are a few blondes and redheads as well. They all have full figures: big busts, narrow waists, wide hips and generous buttocks. They all wear tight khaki military-type fatigues with lots of cleavage showing. Their faces are hard and mannish.

The purpose of the plantation is the production of sissy-boy semen. The semen is sold to be used in a wide variety of ways.

Helpless sissy-boys are held captive in cages. The cages completely fill a large, three-story corrugated-metal building. The cage-filled building is only one of a large group of corrugated-metal buildings on the plantation.

The sissy-boys are kept naked and wear tight chastity devices on their privates to prevent them from wasting their precious semen. They are milked of their seminal essence on a weekly basis. The sissy-boys are well taken care of. They are fed healthy food and are given plenty of opportunity for exercise.

The sissy-boys are recruited from the S&M scenes in large cities in the region. There is no problem finding enough volunteers, in fact there is a substantial waiting list. Of course, the volunteers are kept in the dark as to exactly what they are getting themselves into.

They are fed a special medicated gruel as part of their diet that makes their testicles grow to twice their normal size and makes them yield a much higher volume of semen/sperm. Unfortunately, a side-effect of the medication is that it shortens the productive life of the testicles. Once the productive output of a sissy-boy’s testicles has been exhausted he is relieved of his semen producing duties and reallocated to field work. As part of this reallocation the sissy-boy is taken to be processed by the testicle-shearing machine.

Snoopy detectives and reporters that visit the plantation are dealt with by being taken to the VIP milking parlor where they are tricked into letting themselves be milked. After they have experienced the most powerful orgasm of their life and they are floating in a blissful daze they are injected without warning with muscle-relaxant and taken to the testicle-shearing room. Then they are assigned to field work all day out in the hot sun, and are never seen again by the outside world.

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The testicle-shearing machine

The following is an abbreviated excerpt from a work-in-progress about a middle-aged male reporter and his hot young female assistant who travel to a remote, isolated plantation in the Louisiana bayou country. The plantation is staffed by a group of six-foot-plus amazons.

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He was strapped in tight to the testicle-shearing machine.

She said, “Sorry, boss,” and pushed the button.

He bellowed in agony and vomited over himself and the machine.

Much later, after it had been tanned and decorated, she used his scrotum as a change purse.

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“The Adjudikator – Up in the Attic” by Aunt Cassie

Grandma had just died so my mom, Clara, decided to go over to her house and have a look around in her attic. She invited me, Megan, to come along. It was a big old Victorian style house with a huge attic and there was a ton of stuff up there. It wasn’t very well lit so mom brought along a flashlight.

After poking around for a while I found a strange contraption. It seemed to kind of mechanical and was about the size of a pizza box. It had a wooden frame, it was open on top and you could see a bunch of rods and pulleys in it and it had a crank on the side. I called my mother over and asked her about it.

Mom said it was over a hundred years old and it was an invention of her great great great aunt Lydia. Lydia was renowned for her great moral rectitude. She had invented to help make the world a better, more moral place. She called it the Adjudikator. It’s a quick and reliable device for the removal of testicles from the scrotum of a male.

Mom shined the flashlight down into it and I looked more closely and saw a sliding panel, cranks, clamps, slicing blades, snipping blades, a broad funnel, and in the center, a waiting jar.

Megan: Wow, that’s really neat! What kind of animals was it used on?

Clara: Animals? Oh no, it was used on men! Your aunt Lydia had very strong views on how to solve social problems. Many of these were manufactured. There was even a book written about it at the time. There should even be a copy of it around here somewhere.

M: So it was actually used?

C: Oh yes, in fact sometimes it was overused. In the wild territories out west many of the judges were women and many men were sentenced to be ‘corrected’ using the Adjudikator.

M: That’s awful!

C: Yes, you are right. And more recently there have even been cases where this device has been misused.

M: Really??

C: Yes. Some sex workers called dominatrixes bought Adjudikators in antique shops and online. They told their clients it was a new tool for sex play but when the men found out what it was really for it was too late. Ha ha!

M: Mom! That’s not funny!

C: Ha ha! Well, I guess you’re right. After they used it a few times the sex workers had to quickly leave town and change their names. But they felt it was worth it.

M: You sure know a lot about these women, mom.

C: Well, if you can keep a secret I’ll tell you that I was one of them!

M: No!

C: Yes! The thing is that after you’ve used it a couple times it kind of becomes addictive.

M: When was the last time you used it?

C: Well, have you ever noticed how sweet and quiet and cuddly your dad is?

M: Mom, you don’t mean…?

C: Yup. I’ll show you the little jar with his thingies in it when we go home.

M: But that’s so mean. You tricked dad into letting you do it to him?

C: Oh no, I didn’t trick him. We had played with it on a number of occasions but never went all the way. But then your dad became obsessed with going all the way. So…

M: So, you humored him?

C: I have to tell you it was quite an intense experience.

M: I’ll bet. But I still don’t understand…

C: Well, some men just have a deep need to give themselves totally to a strong woman.

M: Wow, men sure are weird. So, now, does he ever regret it?

C: Oh, no. He’s quite happy being a eunuch. In fact, I’m sure he’d be quite willing to discuss it with you.

M: That’d be cool.

C: Yes, he loves talking about it and he loves showing it off too, if you’d be interested.

M: Showing it off?

C: Yes, why not? You’re old enough to handle it. When we get together to talk about it we can also ask him to show us what he looks like down there, in his private area where the changes were made.

M: Isn’t it kind of gross?

C: Oh, no, it’s quite cute. There isn’t really much to see. His scrotum has completely disappeared and his peeny has shrunk down to a tiny size.

M: Sounds awesome, mom. Can I invite some of my girlfriends over too, to see it?

C: I don’t see why not. The more the merrier! But you have to promise not to use the Adjudikator on any of your boyfriends.

M: OK, mom, me and my friends will promise to be good.

C: “Good. Oh look, here’s that book I was telling you about.” Clara picked up a small antique book with a green cloth cover with gold lettering on it. She handed it to Megan.

M: Thanks mom! This looks really neat! I can’t wait to read it!

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“The Neuter Program – The Briefing” by Aunt Cassie

Joe Jones, a quiet, pudgy, late-middle-age man goes to have a small cyst surgically removed by a woman surgeon, Doctor X.

Two weeks later he receives a hand-addressed envelope containing a mysterious invitation to visit Doctor X at her home in order to “discuss a private matter that might interest him”.

She lives in a Victorian style home in a nice neighborhood. She is an attractive brunette with a full figure. She greets him warmly and they sit down together in her living room. He listens as she explains her proposal for his participation in a special program.

“You fit our profile, Joe. So we were well-prepared for you when you arrived for your appointment. We deliberately subjected you to a suite of subtle cues and stimuli and as we expected your responses showed you to be a perfect candidate for our Program.

You obviously have very strong submissive and masochistic tendencies with respect to women. Our research has shown that males like yourself have a deep-seated need to be humiliated and emasculated by women. Furthermore, this need is, unfortunately, often so repressed that it is completely overlooked and undetected. Our greatest discovery has been that the degree of need for emasculation in this context turns out to be very great indeed.”

As she says this he notices the trace of a wolfish grin at the corners of her mouth and a strange glint in her eye that gives him shivers.

She continues, “This need is actually a completely natural and healthy one but because of the values our society is structured on this need is considered wrong and unacceptable. And this is what leads to it’s unjust suppression.

It is the goal of our Program to uncover and gently nurture this need until it reaches its full potential for expression and assumes its rightful place at the center of the male subject’s life, just as standard heterosexual feelings form the central position in the lives of mainstream society.

And the inverse counterpart of this need is also naturally present in many women. An integral part of our program is to bring pairs of males and women together and match them up for their mutual interaction and self expression in this regard.”

She becomes more intimate and leans forward to quietly say, “Joe, you’re leading a lonely, degraded life, spilling your seed to femdom porn. You could be realizing your true potential.” She smiles knowingly as she watches him squirm in his seat because of the penile erection trapped in his tight pants.

At the end of the interview she gives him a small booklet to read as well as a DVD to view in the privacy of his home.

The Booklet

The booklet outlines the Program. It is a private and confidential program. There are hopes that once it has become successful enough that it can be taken public.

There is no cost to the subjects. Subjects can leave the program at any time but if they do they are barred from reentering it.

The DVD starts with a run-through of the various stages of the Program and ends with a number of testimonials given by past participants.

Stage one – screening: Agents of the program have been placed in various medical facilities and instructed to look out for male candidates fitting the profile. Candidates are contacted and interviewed and invited to participate.

The process for selecting women candidates is different. They are women with pronounced dominant needs and behaviors.

Stage two – pairing: Woman subjects are given a choice of males to select as a partner. Males accept without question whichever woman selects them.

Body size differences follow those for standard romantic pairings with the woman being smaller than the male.

Stage three – bonding: The candidate pairs meet with each other for ‘sexual development sessions’ two or three times a week.

They are encouraged to explore their respective psychological and sexual roles during uninhibited sex play. These sessions are expected to include neutering-related verbal and non-verbal activities.

This stage also includes the training of the woman in basic surgical procedures in order for her to take as active a part in the neutering event as possible.

Candidate pairs are carefully tested to make sure they are fully ready for the next stage before proceeding. In particular, the male must demonstrate a significant eagerness and craving to undergo his neutering.

Stage four – neutering: The climactic procedure is carried out by a small team of trained professional women in a clinical setting. The male subject’s partner is present and participates. Role playing taken from the sexual development sessions is repeated but with real action taking the place of pretending. The procedure is videoed from multiple angles. The resulting video is primarily for the Program’s use but copies are given to the women subjects upon request.

Stage five – follow on: Many women choose to follow-on with a continuation of the relationship with the neutered partner, commonly using the eunuch as a domestic servant. “I love how sweet and obedient they are after they’ve been fixed!” is a typical comment.

But quite a few women feel that the neutering event effectively cancels the bond with the male and instead express a desire to re-enter the program with a new partner. Both are considered acceptable and appropriate outcomes.

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Milestones: Tough Women and Their Feminized Men

[Just a stub for now.]

Bought this in an adult bookstore in West Hollywood back in the late ’80s. Had a great cover by LoSarro. Here are the 4 chapters that I found hottest:

Case 3:1
Case 3:2
Case 4:1
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“Sarrasine” by HonorĂ© de Balzac

This is a famous story written by Balzac in 1830 about Zaminella, a beautiful castrato who is taken to be a woman that embodies the ideal of feminine beauty by Sarrasine, a sculptor passionately devoted to depicting beauty. Famous French egghead, Roland Barthes, wrote a famous book (“S/Z”) devoted to decoding various themes in it. It’s a book I have no interest in reading, by the way.

This story is the only thing I’ve ever read by Balzac. It’s not long, only a little over thirty pages. It doesn’t really have much of a narrative arc. The meat of the story is taken up with describing Sarrasine’s obsession with Zaminella.

SPOILER ALERT: At the end, when Sarrasine discovers his mistake he becomes enraged and is about to kill Zaminella when some henchmen belonging to Zaminella’s protector (a cardinal) break in on the scene and stab Sarrasine to death.

This is really just a high-class tranny/trap fantasy about ‘passing’ and, of course, not femdom castration at all.

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“Stealth Castration” by Aunt Cassie

She walked down the hallway and looked into her husband’s study and saw a familiar sight. He was naked except for a t-shirt. He was sitting in front of his laptop looking at porn and his right hand was pistoning rhythmically on his greasy erection.

She smiled and said, “Hi, honey, enjoying yourself?”

He gave her a confused look and said, “Yeah, I mean, no.”

“What’s the matter, honey?”

“Well, it’s funny, I’ve been jerking off for an hour now and I can’t seem to be able to cum.”

“That’s too bad. Maybe I can help. First off, have you checked your balls?”

“Well, now that you mention it they do feel kind of funny, kind of numb.” And he reached down and squeezed them in their pouch.

“It’s probably because they’re not real, they’re actually plastic replicas called Neuticles.”

“Huh? Say what??”

“Yes, and the reason you can’t cum is because you don’t have any testicles.”

“What? How? That’s crazy!”

“Sorry, honey, no more little cummies for you, I’m afraid.”

“This can’t be happening!” he cried in anguish. “What have you done?”

“Well, I just got tired of your being ‘Mr. Big Stuff’, playing with your smelly pecker all the time, and I decided to cut you down to size.”

“It’s not possible!”

“On the contrary, it’s very possible. I was talking to Joanne about it and she told me of a new breakthrough in medical science, ‘Stealth Castration’. And it turned out to be very affordable and easy to arrange.”

By this time his big erection had wilted down to a tiny stub and he was on the verge of tears. “Please, honey, I’m desperate! I’m begging you, please call whoever did this and have it reversed!”

“Sorry, baby, that’s not possible. You’re just going to have to accept being a sexless eunuch.”

He looked at her, his mouth hanging open, struck dumb with disbelief.

She chuckled and her voice took on a new, hard edge. “So, I guess now you’ve learned who’s boss. And believe me, you’re gonna have to be making some serious changes in your conduct. But for now, why don’t you be a good little boy and take a shower and get dressed. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

She leaves him and he hangs his head and quietly sobs.

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“Doc Granger – In Pursuit of Sly Plums” – part 3, by Aunt Cassie

[Note: Doc Granger is a character created by Eunuch Archive author, Kortpeel. And my original version of this story is called, “Doc Granger & Madame Zenobia”.]

Summary: Doc Granger, West Bollocksfordshire’s most dominant vet, etc., loses sight of her favorite playmate, Sly Plums, for a year and when they meet again they have a very moving reunion.

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Doc Granger loses sight of Sly Plums. After 6 months of not seeing him on the streets of Tosspot-upon-Ratbag, or anywhere around West Bollocksfordshire, she becomes curious. She toys with the idea of making inquiries but then thinks better of it. “Out of sight, out of mind”, she says to herself, and “best to let sleeping dogs lie.”

She completely forgets about him when, one day, a full year after his mysterious disappearance, she bumps into him in the checkout queue at the Boots on the high street in Tosspot-upon-Ratbag.

He seems more mellow, more down-to-earth, more approachable.

She invites him to her house. He accepts.

Once at her house, and they are making out on her couch, he submissively offers to give her pleasure. He pulls down her pants and gets down between her legs and licks her pussy, something he has never done before. He’s a pretty good pussy licker and she has some good, strong orgasms.

She then gets up and dims the lights and helps him get undressed and then leads him to the door to her playroom. This time he doesn’t resist when she goes to strap him into her stocks. Her head is almost exploding with excitement. She has finally got him firmly within her clutches! No escape this time!

She goes around behind him to gloat on his plump, full scrotum, ripe for harvesting, only to stand in shocked amazement to see that it’s completely gone!

Doc Granger splutters and stammeringly asks Sly just what the hell has happened to his balls!?

He tells her that a year ago he got bored with country life. He decided to try living in London. Once there he started experimenting with the B&D/S&M club scene. That’s when he met Madame Zenobia. The first night he met her she gave him her card, and it read, “Madame Zenobia – Castratrix par excellence”. He didn’t know what ‘castratrix’ meant, but he thought it sounded kinky. He went home with her and, although he normally hated bondage, he allowed her to strap him into her bondage stocks. He told her he wasn’t into pain and she just laughed and said, “don’t worry, honey, you won’t feel a thing, I promise you.” She then proceeded to casually shave his scrotum.

Then, when Madame Zenobia gave him an anesthetic shot near his freshly shaved scrotum he began to get worried. He tried to keep his cool, but his voice was shaky when he asked, “what, what are you doing down there?”

Madame Zenobia just purred, “hmmm, I’m just getting ready to really show you how a castratrix like me likes to enjoy herself. Now you just lay back and relax and let Madame Zenobia take care of everything.”

He heard the soft clinking of metal on metal behind him and then he felt her doing something to his scrotum. “What, what are you doing to my, to my scrotum, Madame Zenobia???”

“Now don’t worry, there, baby, Madame Zenobia just needs to make a couple small incisions in your cute, wrinkly little sac here,” she replied, “don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing and there won’t be hardly any scars afterwards.”

“But, but, Madame Zenobia, why, why do you have to make incisions in my scrotum???” he whimpered.

Madame Zenobia, calmly continuing on with her work, just gave a throaty laugh, and said, “why I have to make some small incisions in your sac so that I can get access to your testicles, of course. Ooops, here comes the left one,” she giggled, “I just popped your left one out and now I’m holding it in my hand.”

When Sly heard this he started to panic. “I, I, I don’t think I like this kind of play after all, Madame Zenobia,” he whimpered, “please, please, could you just put my ball back and then let me get up, let me go free, please?”

Madame Zenobia said, “now don’t worry, there, don’t get panicky, I’ll let you up in a minute, just be patient, I’m not quite done yet, I’m not done playing down here, not done having my fun. Soon, soon, just hold on.”

Then he heard some snips and a soft “plunk” sound as something small, soft and wet was dropped onto stainless steel. “Hmmm,” she purred, “that’s one done now. We’re halfway done.”

“Oh, oh, oh, please,” pleaded Sly, “what are you doing to me, oh, oh, please, please stop it and let me go, please. We can come back and do this again some other time, I promise, but just let me go this one time, Ok???”

“Hmmm, what’s the matter Sly,” she said mockingly, “are you worried about something?”

“Well yes,” he replied, “to be, to be perfectly honest, I’m, I’m a little frightened that, that, that you’re getting ready to, to….”

Meanwhile, back in West Bollocksfordshire, Doc Granger had sat down in a chair next to the stocks, put her feet up on a footstool and lit a small cigar whilst she was listening to Sly’s somewhat enthralling story.

“It’s Ok, it’s Ok,” Doc Granger says soothingly to Sly, “it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.” She then gets up and unstraps him and helps him get dressed and then drives him back to his dingy third-floor walk-up bedsit back in dull, dreary old Tosspot-upon-Ratbag. On her way back home, sitting alone in her car, she turns on the radio. She watches silently as the meadows, fields, pastures and woods of West Bollocksfordshire glide past and listens to the radio play an old Kinks sing, “she knew no sin and did no wrong until she walked the streets of the Big Black Smoke.”