Another knock-out beauty by Cait B! Thanks Cait!
Summary: Dominatrix wife employs a grooming service.
In the middle of the month, I knew immediately the sound of the beep beep horn from the pink van coming up the drive. It was Tosha coming for my monthly grooming.
My cock reared with my balls pulling up at the same time!
In the basement working out keeping myself in shape for Donna. I was eager to feel Tosha hands handling me again. She was an absolutely professional groomer and she liked her work. Unlike the service before that Donna had employed for my grooming. “Kathy’s Male Cleaning Services!” She was very rough always fastening my testicles to the table with a strap to hold me steady while she would business like clean and service me! Even Donna didn’t like her after one incident when she said. “Why don’t you let me castrate him next time? He really doesn’t need those big old things hanging off him like that. Plus everything would go a lot quicker any easier if he was castrated!”
I knew she was gone after that! Donna loved my big balls! She loved to showcase then to her friends. Plus her philosophy was. “What was the point of being a dominatrix if you couldn’t dominate a male with balls! That was the whole concept! Once you physically deballed a male he has an excuse doesn’t he? But if he still has his balls hanging between his legs. Well it’s an absolute surrender to the females superiority over him isn’t it”? The logic was flawless as was she. Donna had taken me by the balls years ago molding me into her husband slave and I was proud at being owned by her wearing her brand on both butt cheeks P.O.D. Property of Donna.
Her voice came from upstairs! “Get your sorry balls up here asshole! Tosha’s here!”
Being a Italian woman Donna wasn’t to be trifled with as I knew all too well. I sprinted up the stairs with my big hard cock wagging back and forth in front my balls bouncing in all directions like a dog eager for attention. In the living room running up to my mistress and Tosha breathing heavily my heart pounding.
“Yes mistress! Sorry mistress!”
“Get down on all fours and show mistress Tosha your balls from behind. I want to show her your whole scrotum!”
Doing as ordered I went to my elbow spreading my knees exposing my big dangling scrotum to both!
“Tosha I want his entire body waxed especially his groin area and scrotum. I’m having a little party tomorrow night and I want him looking good. If you know what I mean Tosh!”
“Exactly Donna! I know what you want. Leave it to me!”
Hearing my mistress Donna’s high heels click clack away, looking up at Tosha smiled down she motioned me to standing. I towered over her! My 230 pound muscled body was in stark contrast to the slim blond blue eyed 110 pound female. The top of her head even with my shoulders! If a space alien were to have glimpse this scene they would have concluded that I was the superior being and she the subservient. They would have been wrong of course. Not
knowing that the big dangling sack that hung between my thighs was the great equalizer between our sexes!
Tosha gripped my cock in her small hand lifting it reached under with her other gathering up my big loose scrotum examining it’s hair growth pleasantly saying. “Well now big boy! We’re gone a get you all cleaned up. Inside and out. Aren’t we”?
Feeling my cock swell. She squeezed it playfully giving it a little twist giggling! “Now you just behave your self or Tosha might have to give your big old balls a good spanking won’t she? Now won’t she? Yes she will she’ll just have to give your balls a big old spanking!”
God she was so young, pretty, and charming. An absolutely natural dominatrix who easily brought out the subservient nature of the male to the female! I wanted to please her! Eager to obey her smallest command hoping that someday she would wear my balls as some type of jewelry or just taking them for her own pleasure! My secret fantasy was to have her castrate me as my ultimate tribute to her and all females in general!
She pointed my cock in the direction of the kitchen where she had setup her work station slapping my ass hard! “Get in their big balls! Tosha’s got her work to do! She’s gotta make her big boy pretty!”
Amused watching his big silly floppy hanging scrotum swing back and forth into the kitchen she followed. He knew the procedure getting up onto her portable stainless steel grooming table. Got on all fours spreading his knees into the appropriate slots and waited. Under him the table curved into a oblong basin with drain, various hoses running underneath to the kitchen sink. At the back corners by his feet stood two upright rods with solution bags and tubes hanging from them!
Feeling Tosha’s hand stroke down over his scrotum then gently patting it saying! “Do we need to strap you Bill”? “No mistress!” “I didn’t think so big guy! Your such a good boy aren’t you? Well aren’t you!” “Yes mistress!”
“I like grooming you Bill. You’ve got such a nice big prominent sack on you! A lot bigger then most you know! Most of the ones I do are either little or skinny hanging things. You should be very proud at having such a big full manly sack on you. It’s so aesthetically pleasing for a woman to see a male with a big hanging pouch like yours you know! It makes us feel more womanly somehow seeing a big heavy scrotum hanging off her male! You know that”?
I was swelling with pride as she spoke. Then hearing a click of her attaching a anal nozzle and taking hold of one of my balls holding me steady shoved it in business like giving my ball a little squeeze said. “Good boy!” Next she attached something new around my scrotal neck. It was a fat heavy ring which slid down resting on top of my balls. She saw my expression and said. “Oh you’re going to like this! Its something new I’ve just got. In fact you’re the first one I’m trying it on. It’s called a testis oscillator it sends high and low frequencies through your testicles which keeps you stimulated and happy makes everything go quicker and easier. Half the time the instructions say for grooming males!”
Suddenly a pleasant moan escaped from deep inside my throat. She giggled clapping her hands together like an excited little girl saying. “OH WOW! It works! Wow! It really works!”
Her hands when to my balls feeling them seeing if she could feel the vibrations squealing with delight! “I can feel it Bill I can feel it! God this thing really works!”
She was so happy and I was happy for her to! My cock was stretched down under me swollen pulsating hard as I started grunting! A little surprise as her enema probe pushed out falling to the table. Looked under at my cock watching it discharge a steady huge long thick rope of cum into the basin listening to my now long low straining grunts she immediately switched off the testis oscillator!
Trembling weak drooling from my mouth and cock she started hosing off my body with a find spray of warm water saying! “Sorry big boy! Didn’t realize how quick the oscillator ring worked! God it could have killed a weaker man!”
Chapter 2 Potential gold mine
Tosha realized immediately the potential money making opportunities of the Testis oscillator and her final words to me that day were. “Bill would Donna consider selling you? You know I could make a small fortune selling these things! But I would need a male with really big balls like yours to give presentations! You’d be perfect for it!”
Donna did sell me to Tosha. The price never being mentioned but rumor had it at 20,000. This was something unheard of paying 20,000 for a male. Especially a male with oversized testicles which were considered at that time completely un-vogue by the ladies. But my new mistress. Mistress Tosha knew different. She knew that what was once vogue would be again with a little tweak here and their and she set about changing that with a presentation on the home shopping network!
*** The Show ***
So Tosha you’ve got a special type thingamajig for us girls to use on our males? So exactly what does it do”?
“Well Carol its called a testis oscillator, and if I may! I’d like to demonstrate it on my man for you and the home viewing audience if you don’t mind!”
Well sure Tosha! Bring him out! Lets have a look at him.
With that cue, I came out naked deliberately bouncing on my heels as we had practice making my big heavy balls do the same. The hostess Carol laughed in surprise looking into the camera saying. “Well now you don’t see testicles that big on a man anymore do you? He’s a real specimen isn’t he Tosha”?
“Yep Carol he’s double grade A for sure isn’t he”?
“More like double grade AA to me Tosha! He’s got some serious balls on him, girl!”
It was kind of a joke at first but I could sense a change in her attitude! Seeing little admiring glances in her eyes at my balls and at Tosha as she ordered me up onto the table into position on all fours I smiled waiting.
“Ok Carol what we do is fasten this adjustable doughnut around the top of his scrotum. Not to tight, just tight enough to let it slide down on the top his balls like this!
Carol reached under sliding the doughnut up and down demonstrating for the camera with a big smile! Then mouthing. “He’s a big boy!”
Tosha picked up the remote pressing it for a second. My cock jutted out under me bigger and harder then relaxed limp!
“Wow Tosha that’s impressive!”
“Carol the batteries are incorporated into the doughnut rechargeable for up to a 1000 hours. Plus there are 15 different oscillating frequencies or settings. You can prolong ejaculation forever or bring him to his knees squirting more sperm then you would ever think possible that he could produce!
“OK Carol stand back a little more! We wouldn’t want you getting splattered with his cum! That’s a nice outfit you’ve got on I wouldn’t want to ruin it!”
Doing as Tosha asked stepping away she watched wide-eyed. As did millions of other women at home! The phone lines were smoking with a director giving Carol the over the head sign! Way over the head sign! She nodded then watched as Tosha gave the testis oscillator full power!
Letting out a deep grunt his cock bolted out huge under him as his entire body jerked tense! His balls pulled up lifting the doughnut collar with them! Than dropped with a grunt he let out a jet of sperm with such force it splattered off the table in every direction! Grunting again he duplicated it and a third time until Tosha satisfied with her demonstration turned the testis oscillator off!
“Holy Smokes ladies! I’m getting one of these for my men! Plus finding a couple of new ones with testicles like Tosha’s!”
Chapter 3 Living in luxury
Well big balls were in vogue again just like Tosha knew would happen! She wrote a book. “Her Big Balled Male”. Which became a best seller. At book signings I would stand behind her with my balls draped over her shoulder with the lead weighted scrotal ring on them! ladies of all ages complementing her on how nice and big they were. But the most excited were the really young girls at seeing them! Some of their questions were to say the least extremely embarrassing to me. They wanted to feel and weigh them asking her how could they make their slave boyfriends have bigger balls like mind. Tosha would say. “Its all in the book girls!”
Talk shows were the worst! Inevitably I would be handle by the female host as she would described to the audience their weight texture and smoothness while asking Tosha questions as to why in the past males with big testicles were frowned upon? Responding Tosha would say! “Well in chapter 12 I describe the historical femdom awakenings as related to the male. In as such first and I must say and understandably so at the time. Of considering a male with big testicles a symbol and focal point of a natural female reaction to pass male domination! Relating testicle size to an inner psychological fear which today we realize was just the opposite! Males with big balls were in all reality the ones less threatening, being that they were so prominent and exposed to the female we all use their testicles to discipline them so it’s reasonable conjecture to conclude that the ones with the biggest balls are naturally the most submissive!”
At the end of this interview Tosha gave a demonstration of the Testis oscillator on me! Clearing the coffee table with me getting on top on all fours with the host Diane Sawyer watched intently then helping Tosha fasten the doughnut ring around my big hanging scrotum saying while giggling! “May I Tosha”? Indicating to the remote control. “Of course Diane he’s all yours!” Looking over at both women sitting back comfortably with their long legs crossed. I suddenly felt the doughnut come alive with my cock stretching down hard under me! “EWWWW!!! Diane let out as a big jet of cum shot out under me! OH god! Shut it off! Shut it off! OH God look at him! He’s cumming all over the place Tosha! Both were
laughing hysterical at my ball draining discharge onto the top of the coffee table. Both fumbling with the control making a show for the cameras in mock innocence trying to turn it off! Meanwhile I was grunting out load after load of sperm until drained then I started dry humping in front of millions of females viewers!
What little dignity I had was drained out of me that morning on Diane Sawyers coffee table! Reaching back between my thighs grabbing the doughnut trying to pull it off in humiliation and anger only hurting myself being that my balls were to big to slide through. Frantically fumbling in embarrassment fingering one ball pushing it through then the other it dropping to the table with a thud. I ran from the studio crying to a roar of laughter from everyone their!
Later backstage Tosha found me leaning against a wall weeping holding my balls! “I’m very disappointed in you Bill!” Pushing my hands away from my balls she attached a choker for the first time around my scrotums neck with a leash attached tugging me hard to follow. Outside to the limo she slapped my balls hard got in then yanked my tethered testicles in beside her! I screamed in pain and shock! This was the first time she ever deliberately abused my
balls like this!
“How dare you!! How fucking dare you!!! You sorry fucking big balled bitch!! How dare you embarrass me in front of millions of women like that!!! I should castrate you for doing that do you understand me? I should cut your fucking big sorry ass balls right off right now!”
“I’m sorry mistress! Please mistress Tosha it’ll never happen again mistress!”
With that, we rode in silence!
Chapter 4 Changes
Once a pampered pet I was now just part of Tosha’s stable of big balled males! Four in all including myself kept immaculately groomed with our big dangling scrotums always on display for what was now a cowgirl dude ranch of sorts!
Tosha was given a doctorate in Female societal evolutionism! She used the moniker to the hilt. Starting the “Big Danglers Ranch!” “A place where mothers and daughters could bond in the female experience!”
In reality it was nothing more then a male whore house under the pretense guise of educational experiences for young girl under they mothers guiding hands!
I was very popular amongst the mothers and daughters. They all knowing me from Tosha’s books and such! I was so tired of being handle by women and girls with their mothers invariably holding my cock up so their daughters could fondle my heavy hanging scrotum to their delightful squeals of amazement as to their weight and softness!
I wanted to be castrated! Preferably by a woman! But I would do it myself if I couldn’t persuade a woman! I wanted Tosha to castrate me! But I knew she wouldn’t because my balls still attached to me were worth money to her!
Pondering I read her book again! They it was! The answer in her own words in chapter 14. “Necessary Castration of Your Male!”
“Rarely will a male with big testicles need to be castrated. Being to the size and vulnerable nature at having said testicles! But one must never underestimate a male with large testicles and its tendencies towards a female sexually especially young girls. If an big balled male shows aggressive behavior towards a female he should be castrated at once!”
“Well tomorrow’s another day!”
My cock was hard very hard! Abnormally hard as I waited! This would be it! I hated myself for what I was about to do! But this was the only way I could think of to end my misery! I would rape a mother’s daughter in front of her and Tosha would castrate me like I always I wanted her to do!
It was a sunny Saturday morning mothers and daughters were coming down from the house after breakfast to inspect us as usual. Giggling and laughing with the young girls sprinting out in front excited! Tosha and their mothers pleasantly chatting from behind in the warm morning sun! Seeing Tosha’s eyes glanced at my big hardon curiously she sensed something. All the other males cocks reared up as the girls got closer a smell of primordial danger, a rutting bull in heat flashed in her mind instinctively she knew! As did the mothers!
Not only was I castrated that morning but also Tosha’s entire stable of big-balled males!
Summary: Susan is a domme and he is her pet boy. Like a responsible pet owner, she had him fixed.
Susan had been my Dominatrix for a year. I agreed to be her pet boy, and I did everything she asked. Susan wanted me to become her gelding. So one Saturday we went to a medical facility run by some of Susan’s friends. They spoke with me and I told them that they should do whatever Susan said.
The doctor had me strip, examined me briefly, then had the nurse lead Susan and I to the operating room. The nurse had me lie on the table. Soon I was strapped down with my legs up, feet in stirrups, ready for the procedure. The nurse was a cute redhead, perhaps 25.
She positioned herself between my legs and said, “This will feel very cold at first!” She began swabbing my balls. She next swabbed my cock; the cold surprised me. I flinched. The nurse said “We have to make sure you don’t get excited, so I need to medicate that too!” As the cold gave way to numbness, my cock and sac shrank small and tight. The nurse took note of this and said, “Good! Now I can get started.” She applied shaving cream to my scrotum. She looked at me and cheerfully said, “So! Somebody’s getting fixed today!”
I replied, “Yes ma’am!” Susan had instructed me to address all females as “Ma’am”.
The nurse asked Susan, “Are you just neutering your pet boy, or will you turn him into a girl ?”
Susan replied, “The main reason we’re here is to get those nads off of him, but I also don’t want anyone mistaking my gelding for a full-fledged male. He’ll be feminized enough. Since I don’t want my gelding interested in females, the doctor has had me watching him closely. My boy tells me what kinds of women turn him on, what states of dress get his attention, what he fantasizes about – all that male stuff. We will use this as a baseline to see how well the neutering is working.”
The nurse continued to hold my shaving-cream covered sac while conversing with Susan. I could feel her handling my balls; only the skin was numb. I should have been getting hard, but I couldn’t. My cock was tightly shrunken and numbed by the anesthetic. She gently massaged and rolled my balls. It was a pleasant torture. I wondered if she was aware of what she was doing.
The nurse looked at me and said, bluntly, “How are you doing here? Am I doing this right?”
I didn’t know what to say. I hesitated. Susan said, “Answer the lady, sweetie! Does that feel good?”
I replied, “Oh. Yes, ma’am! That’s very good!”
The nurse stopped, then gave my cock a few tugs. “How are we doing here?” she asked.
“Numb” I said.
She then shaved my sac and cleaned me up. It seemed like she was taking her time and trying to handle my balls as much as possible. She prolonged the ‘torture’ as long as she could.
The doctor was a good looking blonde, probably not much older than the nurse.
She announced, “You’ll feel a slight jab”. I felt the needle go through the numbed skin and into the middle of my sack. Now my balls took their turn feeling cold as the doctor finished the task. The cold soon gave way to numbness. The doctor jostled my sac around. “Anything?” she asked.
There were only vague sensations. I said “No, ma’am, not much of anything.”
The doctor said, “Do you feel this?”
“No, Ma’am.” I replied.
Faintly, I could feel tugging at my sac. Sometimes I felt a soft pinch. Something was definitely going on down there, but I didn’t feel much. Was she injecting more anesthetic? Were they shaving more? I guessed that they were making sure the anesthetic really took hold. I continued to feel the doctor tooling around as she conversed with me.
She explained, ”Susan says you like girls a lot. She doesn’t want that and I agree with her. I want to make sure you understand that what I’m doing will make you forget about girls. When you go to the beach again, you won’t react to half naked women. They will no longer stand out sexually for you. Eventually, you won’t even remember what sexual feelings were like.”
I replied, “Yes, Ma’am. That’s what you’re supposed to do.” Susan wanted me neutered, therefore I would be. I needed to say no more.
Susan was standing near the doctor, watching everything. She said “My boy saw a lot of pretty girls on the beach yesterday, didn’t you dear?”
“Yes, ma’am!” I said.
She continued, “Do you like your nurse, sweetheart? Did you enjoy her hands on your balls?”
“Yes, ma’am!” I said.
Susan continued, ”Boy, be honest, did she arouse you?”
“Yes ma’am”, I admitted.
Susan said in a firmer voice, “Boy, apologize to the lady!”
I told the nurse, “Ma’am, I’m sorry for getting aroused.”
The nurse replied, “Apology accepted!” She then displayed one of my balls. They had removed the first one.
Soon the second ball was removed and the doctor began stitching me up. The nurse put the ball in a specimen jar with its mate. The nurse topped off the preservative and sealed the jar. With a smile, she handed the jar to Susan, saying, “I believe these are yours!”
Susan returned the smile and accepted the jar, saying, “Yes they are, thanks!”
The doctor soon stitched me up. The nurse was standing beside me. She looked down and said “You’re going to feel a bee sting for a second.” I felt a jab in my bottom, but it didn’t bother me much. I was getting tired.
“What was it?” I asked.
The doctor replied, “Mostly estrogen, but with a few other things. It ensures effective neutering, and promotes female secondary characteristics. This will get you started, then you will see me once a month or so. You’ll also be taking some things at home.”
Susan looked down at me, smiled, and patted my shoulder. “Tits!” she said. “Some firm little “B” cups for my little gelding! I’m sure you’re going to like them, dear. You’ll get smoother, rounder, and no one will mistake you for a male.”
I must have fallen asleep. It was hours later. Susan and the nurse were helping me to stand up. I was groggy and the two women helped me dress. Instead of offering me my undershorts, they fitted me with some silky panties. The nurse noticed my bewilderment and explained, “the panties are less irritating to the incision.” Some full-length hose came next, “to improve circulation”.
They put me into a red skirt, cut above the knees. The doctor explained, “Pants would put pressure on the incision.”
Finally, Susan said, “Now, as my girly little gelding, I want you to be modest about your breasts. Here’s a little something for you.” She helped me into a delicate blouse, cut between the waist and breast line. It would have just covered my breasts, if I had any.
“Very nice!“ said the doctor.
Susan seemed satisfied with the procedure and took her new gelding home.
Two months after my surgery the neutering had set in. I no longer had erections and my penis was getting smaller. Sure enough, when Susan took me to the beach, bikini clad females no longer drew special attention from me. Before I was fixed, good looking women caught my eye. Now they were just members of the crowd. This was fascinating to both Susan and myself.
Susan took me to the volley ball area where we watched an all-female game. Of course, Susan had taken me there before. There were always plenty of delicious women to feast the eyes on. Susan gave me some time to enjoy the view and then said, simply, “WelI?” I told Susan that the girls were not exciting me. I suggested that the teams had changed. Susan said, “Gelding, dear, in the past you were too busy looking at tits and ass to notice the faces. The girls are the same. The only thing that’s changed is you!”
Susan gave me what she now refers to as, “The Hot Tub Test”. Before I became Susan’s gelding, she would often invite her friends Liz and Connie to come over and use the hot tub with us. Sometimes we would just relax and converse; other times we played like kids, splashing each other and generally carrying on. Often the play became sexual to some degree. I couldn’t be in the tub with these three for very long without getting a throbbing hard-on and blue balls. One day Susan told her friends “go ahead and take care of him”. Liz and Connie were great, and the next time we got together in the tub, the anticipation of a possible fling intensified my desire. Susan allowed us to go at it on two other occasions, but usually Susan had me abstain. Of course, Susan wanted to see how badly I wanted her friends.
Several months after Susan had me fixed, Liz and Connie joined us in the hot tub once again. The girls were interested in seeing how Susan’s gelding was turning out. We were always nude in the tub, so it was easy for them to find out.
Liz said, “Your gelding is going to be a cute girl!”
Indeed, my breasts were coming in nicely and my figure was becoming very feminine.
Connie added, “I like the way he’s disappearing!” referring to my shrinking penis. Not only were erections a thing of the past, but my cock was one third of its former size.
Susan let more than half an hour go by and then asked me, “Do you need the girls to take care of you tonight?” After the question sank in, I suddenly realised that I did *not* need the girls to take care of me. I was having fun with the water, oblivious to the charms of Susan’s friends. The neutering had worked; I was definitely Susan’s gelding now.
“We’ve decided on neutering for you,” Mistress Claire told her pet, smiling broadly as she did so. A lovely 36-year old blonde, she shared ownership of the slave with several girlfriends who, like her, were married and young mothers.
“Thank you, Mistress,” the slave answered obediently and almost in a whisper. He had hoped this moment would never come, but Claire had long ago made it clear that this treatment was necessary.
Actually, the women had decided on this a year earlier, using the time since to locate a female veterinarian and to intensify the slave’s Feminization and obedience training through ever longer and more extreme stays in dog kennels.
It was felt that these activities would speed the pet’s adjustment to the neutered state.
“Have you any questions?,” the Mistress asked in a gently feminine voice.
“Will you do it?” he asked.
“No, I’m afraid it’s beyond my skills, but I’ll assist the veterinarian if she’ll allow that. The procedure is complicated and best left in the hands of a professional. She’ll ensure that it is done safely and all but painlessly under local anesthesia.
“I’ll take you to the veterinarian tonight and after you’ve been neutered you will remain in her kennel overnight for observation. I’ll stay with her and, if all goes well, bring you back here tomorrow afternoon,” the Mistress said.
“It’s to be done tonight?” the slave asked in amazement.
“Yes, we’ll be leaving in a few minutes, actually,” the Mistress replied.
She had mercifully left her announcement to the last moment to spare her slave the anxiety that might have arisen from too long a period between the sentence and realization of castration.
The Mistress knew the slave would willingly, though perhaps not eagerly, accept her decision and so was confident in making the final arrangements.
“You will strip now,” the Mistress ordered.
The slave was only dressed in the normal “serving” attire of bra and panties and instantly removed these to stand naked before the Mistress.
She quickly locked the leather dog collar and three-foot chain leash around the pet’s neck and pulled the lead taut with her left hand. With her right, she lifted the Kali Chastity, a fearsome metal band with 120 internal spikes now secured by another padlock tightly around the slave’s penis.
He sucked in his breath in pain as she tested the security of the Kali, which was designed to punish erections or even “impure” thoughts or any other arousal in response to women. Even during the brief periods that the device was not in place, the slave could not sustain an erection so there was no chance of ever having sex with a woman. That was forbidden, anyway.
In contrast, submissive sex with men was viewed as “natural and proper” for the pet by Mistress Claire and her girlfriends, so the Kali was removed at such times to permit arousal that the slave was, in fact, embarrassed by.
The Mistress now ran her fingers gently over the slave’s balls, causing a pleasant sensation and helping to calm her pet.
Then she took an overnight bag with her things and a fresh bra and panty set for the slave and gently led her pet by the leash through the door to the garage. She opened the rear hatch of her sports utility vehicle and motioned for the slave, still naked, to climb in. A big woven wire dog pen was anchored there.
“Into the cage with you,” she ordered.
The slave was then harnessed within the cage for safety in case of short stops and the door of the pen was closed, but not locked shut.
“Rest now. It’s about a two hour drive to the vet’s country home where the procedure will be done. She’s waiting for us there,” the Mistress said. With that she placed a thin, white cotton hood over the cage.
This cover served to help keep the pet warm during the journey, to hide the pen’s contents from onlookers through the windows and prevent the slave from learning the location of the Surgical Mistress’ home.
The slave tried to rest during the trip as the Mistress had ordered, but his mind raced with thoughts of what would occur in just a few hours. While the pet accepted that both the neutering and the Mistress’ decision to order it were entirely proper, there was fear of the actual procedure.
Finally, the vehicle pulled to a stop at the destination and the Mistress removed the hood and opened the cage. She had honked the horn twice upon their arrival and the veterinarian now came out to greet them.
Stepping to the ground, the pet immediately assumed a position on all fours while Mistress Claire held the leash gently in her hands. The house appeared to be located on a farm in the country with no other buildings around, so the slave’s nakedness would not shock the neighbors.
The Surgical Mistress was an Irish lady of 26 with a cute turned up nose and model-like features. She had long black hair and wore a white silk blouse and short, black cotton skirt. Like the pet’s owners, she was happily married but had strong feelings for others of her sex.
“Welcome, Claire,” the woman said with a smile, “it’s so nice to see you again.”
“Yes, and I’ve brought a friend with me this time,” Claire answered.
“How lovely,” she replied, as if she had no idea why the pet was brought to her.
With that, the two women kissed in greeting, first on the lips and then more intimately. Claire was surprised at how forward the other lady was since she hardly knew her, but she was pleased that they would become much closer later that evening.
“Let’s go to the examining room,” the veterinarian said, leading the way there.
Now, turning to the pet, she said: “You’re to be neutered tonight. How do you feel about that?”
“I know it’s necessary, but I’m a little nervous,” came the response.
“Well, that’s natural, but there’s nothing to worry about. It will all be over before you know and afterward you’ll be calmer and even content in the service of women.”
Mistress Claire smiled in satisfaction at the words.
Picking up a riding whip, the Surgical Mistress tapped the Kali Chastity with its harsh spikes locked onto the penis. “Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Only during erections,” the slave responded.
“Well, you’ll soon be less troubled by those,” she said.
“Can the pet function with women?” the lady asked of Claire.
“I doubt it, but we don’t really know since we have not permitted sex with women in nearly 10 years and never will. The pet does suck ‘cock’ and receive it anally, if you’ll forgive the vulgarity,” the Mistress replied.
“How delightful,” the veterinarian said with a smile and then, turning to the slave, she asked: “Do you like taking it up the ass?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the slave was forced to answer, giving the only response permissible to such a question since it was seriously punishable to imply that sex with males was in any way objectionable. After all, the Mistresses had ruled that this was the only form of sexual activity appropriate for the pet.
“Once you’re fixed, sexual thoughts of women will be less prevalent and sex with men even more satisfying,” the Mistress said.
The next 15 minutes were spent getting a medical history, doing a basic physical and checking for any allergies to antibiotics or various anesthesia drugs.
Finally, the veterinarian said “I’m afraid the Kali band must be removed for the procedure and remain off for a few days after.”
Claire then unlocked and removed the device, placing it into her pocketbook.
“Would you like to watch the procedure?” the woman asked.
“Of course I’d love that if it would not trouble you.”
“Not at all. You’ll simply have to wear a mask and surgical scrubs as I do for sanitary purposes.”
“That will be fine. Thank you.”
“I must now ask you formally. Do you accept neutering?,” the lady inquired.
Once the Mistresses had issued the neutering sentence, the slave could not escape it unless they changed their minds. However, declining the procedure could bring a delay of one month at a time with automatic rescheduling until it finally was accomplished. This option was not explained to the slave since immediate agreement was fully expected and obtained.
“Yes, Mistress,” the slave responded, faintly.
“Very well. Let’s proceed,” she said, motioning for Mistress Claire and her pet to follow her into the operating room. The lady now removed her blouse and skirt, preparatory to donning her surgical clothes, and she pulled down her panties.
“You may kiss my sex now in thanks,” she said.
“Thank you, Mistress,” the slave responded, bringing lips tentatively to her pubic mound and then, fearfully, to her outer labia.
The act highlighted the superiority of the female’s sex since the genitals of the lady surgeon and the Mistress would remain intact while those of the slave would shortly be sacrificed for the pleasure of women.
Mistress Claire then presented her own sex to be similarly kissed in respect, spreading her legs slightly so that her nether lips were partially open.
The slave noticed in kissing her that her pubic mound was damp, betraying her sexual excitement at the prospect of the pet’s castration at her command.
The Mistress herself noticed the slave’s mild erection at the sight of two lovely young women and their pubic mounds. She smiled, but grabbed the balls and squeezed painfully to punish her slave’s improper behavior.
“I’ll miss these,” she said, “but not as much as you will.”
“Actually, you’ll still have them to play with,” the Surgical Mistress said, casting a knowing smile to Mistress Claire. The slave did not quite understand the meaning of this, but it would become clear shortly.
With that, she gave the leash a gentle tug and urged the pet onto the operating table. It was lightly padded and covered with white plastic, a new sanitary sheet. Hands were secured with leather straps to the sides, the middle was similarly immobilized and the ankles restrained at the base of the table.
A white cotton screen was then moved into place at the level of the pet’s chest, blocking the view of the surgical field.
“You’ll be more comfortable not seeing the action, but I’ll describe the procedure at various points,” the veterinarian explained.
The two women then left the room briefly to wash thoroughly and put on their surgical gowns, gloves and masks to ensure sanitary conditions.
“I’m going to shave your balls first and then apply antiseptic to the area. Hold very still as I work with the razor. We don’t want any accidents,” the Surgical Mistress said, quite seriously.
Of course she quickly realized the humor of her words as she saw Claire’s smile. Nicking the scrotum with the blade would be of no consequence since it was about to be slit open and its contents removed.
“I’m going to inject the anesthetic now,” the Mistress said.
“You’ll feel a brief sting and then a burning sensation as it circulates through the scrotum. Once the area is numbed, I’ll inject the balls themselves with a more powerful anesthetic and the preservative solution.”
She smiled at Mistress Claire and had not intended to detail the purposes of this special solution. However, the pet’s owner asked “Won’t you tell us more about the preservative?”
“Yes, Mistress. Of course. The solution has three tasks. First, of course, it’s an anesthetic. However, the bulk of it will preserve the balls since your Mistress wishes to display these to her girlfriends in a jar. The preservative must be injected while they are still within the body for complete circulation. Once they’re in the jar, they will appear forever just as they did upon removal.”
“One side effect of the preservative is that it destroys the function of the testes, so you’ll be chemically castrated even if your Mistress decides not to proceed with surgical removal of your balls.”
“There’s no chance of that,” Claire assured her.
“Very well. Let’s begin.” With that, she gave the first of several injections to numb the scrotal sac.
After a few minutes, the anesthetic took effect and the Mistress announced: “I’ll now inject the preservative into the balls. We’ll then wait 10 minutes until you’re fully numb and chemical castration is complete. After that, I’ll begin the formal neutering procedure.”
With that, she made several injections into first the right ball and then the left. There was an immediate burning sensation, but no pain.
“How does it feel?” the Surgical Mistress asked.
“It burns a bit,” the slave answered.
“That’s natural and to be expected. It will quickly subside once the preservative has fully circulated and the chemical neutering is complete.”
The Mistresses then made small talk as they waited for the anesthetic and preservative to take full effect.
Finally, the Surgical Mistress announced: “I’m happy to report that you’ve been neutered. Ordinarily, chemical castration is at least theoretically reversible, but given the action of the preservative, that does not apply in your case.”
“I mention this only in passing since you are to be neutered in traditional fashion anyway in just a few moments,” she continued.
The slave felt pinches and mild pressure as the Surgical Mistress worked, re-injecting more anesthetic at points as she did so. Finally, a two-inch incision was made at the base of the sac and the right ball and its tubule connections were brought out for surgery.
“I’ve exposed the right testicle now. Do you feel any pain?” she asked.
“No, Mistress,” the slave answered.
The veterinarian now began the procedure in earnest as Mistress Claire looked on in pride and amazement. The Surgical Mistress described only the highlights of the operation to the subject, not wishing to cause undue concern.
The surgery, which took 1-1/2 hours, was far more complex than Claire had imagined. However, she was grateful that the woman she had selected to neuter her pet worked so carefully and methodically, with comfort and safety foremost in her mind.
First, the right testicle was squeezed out through the incision, still attached by vessels and tubes at the base and a ligament that had to be broken down to exteriorize the ball completely. The fat around the spermatic cord was then carefully scraped with the scalpel to allow for tying off and suturing.
Next, the spermatic cord was clamped and sutured both above and below the pinched off portion to prevent bleeding when the cord was cut. Finally, the cord was severed and the first testicle fully removed. The end of the cord was then checked for bleeding and, when the Mistress was satisfied all was well, it was released back into the scrotal sac.
The process was then repeated on the other testicle and the sac sutured.
The neutering concluded, the Mistress released the slave from the table and Claire handed him a pair of white cotton panties to wear for the night.
She then led the slave down the stairs to the basement dog kennel and opened one of the cages. “Get in. We’ll come for you in the morning so the veterinarian can check that everything is all right. Then we’ll go home.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” the slave said to Claire, and then, turning toward the other lady, said, “Thank you as well.”
“It was my pleasure,” she answered. “Rest now. You must be tired. I’ll check you tomorrow for signs of swelling or infection, but I don’t expect any problems. It all went very well. I’m sure this is something you’ve secretly longed for. You should be grateful to your Mistresses for giving you your wish.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the slave replied, again giving the only response allowed but not entirely certain that the Mistress was wrong in her assumption.
As the slave rested in the cage, feeling mild twinges and “phantom” pain in the balls that now resided in a new home, the two women spent the night in each other’s passionate embrace. Their ardor was fueled by basic Lesbian attraction and sexual excitement heightened by the pet’s neutering.