My fantasy.
I find my master, male or female who revels in tormenting their hapless
slave. I sell everything save the clothes on my back and
present my self. I am stripped, shaved and given a latex maids uniform
to wear so that no part of my ugly male slave self can be seen. My
mistress
orders me to turn and lower my panties. I do so, feeling her hands
massaging my testicles. Nervous, I instinctively pull away, but a quick
tug on my
jewels holds me still. I feel something metal moving about there and I
suddenly feel and tight pain about my scrotum. I jerk away again and a
firmer tug keeps me there. My Mistress tsks sighing that I need
training as she continues to work. When she is done, she orders me to
pull up my
panties. My balls are beginning to real hurt and I look at them to see
5 dark green bands wrapped tightly about my scrotum. "Mistress?" I
ask.
"Please, what is this?" She looks at me, surprised that I don't know.
"You idiot, that is to castrate you. And how dare you talk without
permission!"
But I was still stuck on the word Castrate. My brain wrestled with the
idea. I didn't want to loose my manhood, but I have to please my
master. I
could only plead. "But it hurts." "It will stop hurting when your
balls are dead." She snaps. "For your insolence, Go down stairs and
lock yourself
in the pilary and wait for me." I do so without hesitation. I lock my
ankles into place, then rest my head and one hand into the notches, then
lower
the top half of the pilary and shove my free hand into its cradle before
the stock locks shut. I am stuck now and I know that I will not be
released
until my balls are dead from lack of blood. They already feel cold
against my skin. I bemoan my fate. In the weeks to come, my penis and
scrotum
are removed and my urethra moved so that I have a smoother appearance.
My only joy comes from servicing my mistress with my worthless
tongue.