Taking the pup out after his neutering.
He’s a much better house husband since she had him castrated.
I’ve posted this before but I’m very fond of the idea and wish there was more art available on the theme. But I’m too cheap and lazy to commission it.
Also, I don’t like the caption. It sounds like she cut his balls off in the kitchen with a paring knife. It should read, “since I had his testicles removed.”
CartoonStock will sell me a non-watermarked version of this for $12, apparently.
Castration request form:
“My husband is:
* A masturbator”
Emily Driver checked off the above four items and then smiled to herself as she checked the box that asked if she wanted to have her husband’s testicles preserved in a specimen jar.
A few weeks later at the clinic:
“Hi, I’m Emily Driver. I have a three o’clock appointment to have my husband castrated.”
“Yes, please have a seat,” replies the receptionist.
When her name is called she brings her husband up to the front desk. She says to him, “Now be good boy and do what the nice ladies tell you.”
“Don’t worry Mrs. Jones, we’ll take good care of him”, says, Claire, the prep nurse with a smile.
She returns to her seat and waits anxiously for the expected delivery.
Prep nurse Claire:
“There’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed Mr. Driver. Lots of women bring their husbands in to be snipped. Don’t worry, Dr. Beth is very good at helping men become better husbands.”
He’s lying on the special-purpose castration table.
“I love shaving a man’s scrotum. Especially when it’s nice and plump like yours.”
As she’s shaving him she daydreams about the following:
Nurse Claire lies in bed and tells her husband about her job while caressing and squeezing his scrotum. She likes to shave a man’s scrotum and think about what’s going to be done to him. She tells her husband that someday he’ll be on her table with his legs spread so she can shave him.
She thinks, “It’s so cute and funny how men are worried and frightened about being snipped.”
Claire, returning to the present:
She leaves to tell the doctor the patient is now ready.
“He’s all ready, doctor. His scrotum is shaved. He’s got a nice plump one.”
Coming back in she says, “Now spread you legs nice and wide for the doctor so she can have full access.”
Emily Driver sat anxiously in the clinic waiting room. Her husband, Bill, was in an examination room.
Bill was naked, lying on his back on an examination table, his heels were in stirrups amd his legs were raised up and splayed apart, leaving his genitals totally exposed and easily accessible.
Dr. Beth and her young assistant, Julie, were both naked as well except for their surgical booties and latex gloves. Dr. Beth was an attractive woman in her thirties with a nicely fleshy figure. Julie was a sweet, nubile teen. Julie stood to one side of Bill and Dr. Beth stood directly between his legs.
Julie was just finishing shaving Bill’s pubes while Dr. Beth watched approvingly. Bill’s penis was very erect and straining for attention.
After Julie finished the shaving, Dr. Beth instructed her to start milking him. “I like to milk my patients. I find it relaxes them and makes them more… receptive.” Julie’s fingers curled around Bill’s erection and started stroking. “Usually I milk patients myself but I wanted to give Julie some experience. I hope you don’t mind if she’s a little awkward since your erection is the first one she’s ever seen or touched.” Bill groaned with arousal and Dr. Beth chuckled.
“Your wife is in the waiting room, anxious for the outcome of this procedure so I’m going to go over it with you while you’re being milked.”
Dr. Beth bent forward and cupped Bill’s scrotum with one hand and began to caress it as she spoke. “After Julie finishes milking your semen I’m going to numb you up with some anesthetic. Then I’m going to gently open your scrotum, or manhood pouch as I like to call it, and remove your family jewels, your manhood.” She smiled warmly down on him.
This made Bill groan and shudder and start spurting thickly. He thrust his hips up, pushing his tight scrotum into Dr. Beth’s hand, moaning and gasping, “Oh yes, yes, oh oh, please, oh oh, yes, please!”
Dr. Beth and Julie laughed lightly as Bill continued his helpless orgasmic display.
After Bill finished spurting Dr. Beth picked up a hypo full of anesthetic. “After I take your manhood it will be placed in a small jar of preservative that Julie will go and deliver to your wife.” Bill whimpered and squirmed. A few minutes later it was all over and Dr. Beth started sewing Bill’s scrotum back up.
Julie came out into the waiting room with a big smile and handed the jar to Mrs. Driver. “Here are Bill’s testicles, Mrs. Driver. He’s all nice and castrated.” Emily smiled and thanked her.
Dr. Beth came out a few minutes later to talk to Mrs. Driver. “How is he?” asked Mrs. Driver.
“He’s doing fine, he’s resting quietly now,” said Dr. Beth. “It went very well. He was very cooperative and gave me complete access.” Mrs. Driver was very grateful and thanked her.
After Bill had rested he was able to put his clothes back on and come out to join his wife. She gave him a little kiss and led him out to their car.
As Mrs. Driver drove she glanced over at her husband sitting quietly beside her. She smiled to herself, thinking of the small jar in her purse and what it contained. She also thought of the small but important change that had been made to her husband down in between his legs. She looked forward to sharing her husband’s change of status with her friends.
One evening, a few weeks later, Mrs. Driver invited over a few of her closest girl friends. After they had had a couple drinks she told her husband to go and fetch the jar from their bedroom. He meekly obeyed. She told him to go around to each of her friends and show the jar to them.
The first one he showed it to was Millie. “What do you have there, Bill?” asked Millie coyly. “What are those two round things floating in that jar?”
“It’s, it’s, my, my manhood!” stammered Bill.
“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Millie. “Your manhood? You mean you lost your manhood?”
“Um, oh, yes,” whimpered Bill while the ladies laughed.
“Oh my goodness!’ exclaimed Millie again.” I never met a man who lost his manhood. How did it happen?”
“Oh! Oh! Emily, Emily took me to, to a special lady doctor. Oh! Um, um oh!” Bill said, emotionally.
All the ladies were quietly listening. “And what did the lady doctor do, Bill?” asked Millie quietly.
“Oh! Oh! She, she, she castrated me!!” exclaimed Bill, almost on the verge of tears. The women laughed.
“You mean,” said Millie archly, “your wife took you to be fixed like a naughty little doggy??”
Bill just gasped and whined while the ladies laughed.
Andrea: I’m tired of your disobedience and misbehavior, Howie. I think it’s time you got some real help with learning your place in our marriage. I have a good friend who is a doctor and she knows the perfect treatment for your kind of problems. I’ve already spoken to her and made an appointment.
Howie: What’s she going to do to me?
Andrea: Don’t worry about it. She’ll explain it when we get there.
Later, at the doctor’s office.
Dr. Laurie: I’m glad to meet you, Howie. I’ve heard a lot about you. Andrea tells me you’ve been having some behavior problems at home related to your wife’s leadership in your marriage. Don’t worry, after today you’ll find things a lot easier.
What I’m going to do today is a very simple procedure. We’ll have you in and out in a jiff. So, let’s get started. Howie, take off your pants and underpants and hop up onto my exam table. Andrea will sit next to you and hold your hand to comfort you will I’m working.
Howie begins to do as he’s told and then asks, “Uh, what, what is it,” he stammers, “what are you going…”
Dr. Laurie cuts him off, “It’s only a minor adjustment to your little sex glands. It’s similar to a vasectomy”. Then she gives his naked bottom a sharp but playful swat, “Come on, hop up onto the table!”
Once on the table, Dr. Laurie tells him to spread his legs nice and wide. Then she instructs her assistant, Maryann, to shave his private area to get him ready.
Dr. Laurie: “I do this procedure all the time. It’s my specialty and I love my work. It’s becoming quite common. More and more women are having it done these days. You’re the fourth one today.
Maryann finishes prepping Howie.
Dr. Laurie: I just love the sight of a pink, pouting scrotum! Ready for me to open it! Now, you’ll feel a little prick while I get you numbed up with an injection.
A few minutes later.
Dr. Laurie: OK, looks like you’re ready. I’m going to begin getting you opened up.
A few minutes later, Dr. Laurie asks Maryann for her surgical scissors and says, “Here’s the first little snip”, and then she hands something to Maryann. After a few minutes more she says, “OK, and here’s the second snip”, and then hands something to Maryann.
Dr. Laurie to Maryann: “Put those in a jar, his wife wants to keep them for display”.
Dr. Laurie to Howie: “OK, Howie, we’re all done. I’m just going to close you up with a few stitches and put some bandages on and you’ll be good to go. Also, I’ll be giving you some pain killer pills for when the anesthetic wears off.”
Howie, somewhat shaken: “What, what’s the name of the procedure, what do you call it?”
Dr. Laurie: “The medical term for it is orchiectomy but the more common word is castration. You are now castrated, Howie”.
Dr. Laurie to Andrea: “I think you’ll find that Howie will be much better behaved from now on. I’m sure that now he has really learned his place”.
[Note: This contains a lot of the same material as the story, “Only Sissies Masturbate”, included in my eBook.]
Whenever she had female friends over to visit my wife made me wait on them. One day, while I was getting some things ready in the kitchen I overheard her talking to her friends.
“What do you think of hubby? Isn’t he coming along nicely?” said my wife.
“Oh yes, what a nice big bottom!” said one of her friends and they all laughed.
My wife said, “Thanks. It was really pretty easy. The first step was to train him to take care of his own sex needs. I could tell when I met him he was a sissy that masturbated a lot. So when I caught him jerking off it was a simple matter to make him do it all the time.” They all laughed.
“You’re right!” added one of her friends. “I trained all my boyfriends to do that. Men are such little boys, they love showing off for mommy!” They all laughed.
“Oh, I know,” said another woman. “I love making a guy perform, especially when he’s saved up a nice big load. It’s such fun watching him milk it! It makes him so embarrassed!” They all laughed.
I entered the room with a tray of drinks and snacks.
“Oh, hi dear,” said my wife, “I was just telling everybody how much you like jerking off!” I blushed and stammered and they all laughed. Then she turned to one of her friends and said, “Oh, and Bernice, thanks for lending me that issue of “Sissy Care”, it gave me great ideas for transforming hubby. I’m going to subscribe.”
“Oh, no problem,” said Bernice, “I use it with my hubby too. But I have to admit some of the ideas are a little extreme. Like having sex with another man while hubby watches. Or making hubby service another man. It is kind of exciting but, gee, I don’t know.”
“Oh yeah, and how about the idea of ‘fixing’ his little masturbation problem,” snickered my wife mimicking scissor snips with her index and middle finger, “like a naughty little doggy.” The women gasped with shock and started tittering.
“Don’t laugh,” said Audrey, “I know a woman who had her husband ‘fixed’ and she’s quite happy with the results.” There was a mixed reaction of shock, amusement and curiosity.
My wife noticed the big bulge in my shorts and ordered me to expose myself to each of her friends. Each one took advantage and touched and squeezed and stroked me. It was intensely humiliating to have my most private and sensitive flesh handled and toyed with in such a casual and familiar way. My wife warned me: ‘no accidents’, but as the 5th woman squeezed and caressed me I lost it and cried, “No, please mommy! Oh! Oh!” and started spurting. It was so devastating to have my most private sex function displayed so terribly openly and exposed. They all watched and giggled.
As I was cleaning up the gooey mess my wife warned darkly that my little bottom hole was really going to be sorry tonight. I whimpered and they all laughed. Then she laughed and announced, “Don’t worry, my little sissy actually loves being penetrated, isn’t that right, honey?” I blushed and hung my head and they all laughed.
My wife peeled off her panties, leaned back on the sofa where she sat and spread her legs, baring her hairy, wet pussy. She ordered me to get down on my hands and knees and lick her while she continued talking to her friends.
With my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation I did as I was told. She turned to one of her friends and said, “Audrey, what were you saying about the woman that had her husband castrated?”
“Oh yes,” said Audrey, “she’s my neighbor. I was over visiting and somehow the subject came up. When she saw how interested I was she had her husband drop his pants so I could see what it looked like. His peepee was small and childish and there was nothing underneath except two small scars.”
“You’re lucky!” said my wife, “I’ve never known a man that’s been castrated.”
“Oh, it’s more common than you think,” said Bernice. “More and more women are choosing it. I’ve even discussed it with Arnold.”
“Excuse me,” my wife said as she leaned back and let my fluttering tongue bring her to a noisy orgasm. “Ummmm, that was nice,” said my wife. “Is there anyone else interested in receiving some oral pleasure?”
Several of the women were quite eager to take advantage of the offer. They all laughed as I crawled across the floor on all fours to Bernice, my face slick and glistening with my wife’s juices. My cock was throbbing and dribbling inside my shorts but I didn’t dare ask for relief. As I started to lick her pussy Bernice said, “Ummmm, that’s good, but ya know, once you have him castrated he’ll be even better at it.” I whimpered and they all laughed.
In the future, women will be able to choose to convert their partners into eunuch property that they own. Once converted, they are given a deed of ownership to the new eunuch.
Classified ad: Eunuch: for sale by first owner. Obedient worker and affectionate companion.
Classified ad: Woman looking for partner to marry and eventually convert to eunuch property.
Woman: I’ve had five husbands so far and I’ve converted each one. They knew when I married them I intended to convert them. You can judge a male’s readiness for it, when he gets to be needing it. My favorite time in a relationship is the first two months after conversion. A new eunuch is just so affectionate and devoted and grateful. I call it the ‘Eunuch Honeymoon’. But after a while the relationship gets stale and humdrum, that’s when I sell them off and go hunting for a new mate *laughs*.
Eunuch: It’s true, I do miss the activity and excitement of being a male but I much prefer being owned. I feel so much more calm and secure. And I had secretly wanted to be converted ever since I first heard of it when I was younger. I’m so glad I was able to find a woman who wanted to marry me and have me converted. I love being my owner’s soft and sweet little eunuch pet.
[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.
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.