A Eunuch of Her Own

A guy becomes a eunuch at a special party.

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Let me tell you about the great party I attended. It's
very exclusive - by invitation only - and is held once a year in
the spring. And no men allowed, except for one exception. A male
dancer? No, no, nothing so ordinary. At this party the highlight
of the evening is the guy having his balls removed. At the
appointed hour they come off. No hesitations, no backing out.

I know it may sound shocking but you really must experience it
for yourself. I attended last year's party also and it's an
unbelievable turn on.

This year's party was extra special as the guy was castrated
against his will. I'm told that in most cases they want it done
to them and that there are a surprising number of such available.
But this was arranged by the guy's mistress without his
knowledge. He'd been living with her as a submissive for some
time and she was eager to have him as her eunuch, rather than a
frustrated male.

At the party they had him naked and strapped down to a table in
one of the back rooms. We were free to wander in and out and talk
to him if we wished. The only condition was that he not be
allowed to cum before the appointed hour. Many of the women
quite enjoyed teasing him, like asking him when he'd last been with 
a woman and if he'd like to do one of them for his last time, and
leaning over him with their breasts almost falling out. I must
admit I did some of this myself. It was great to be able to flirt
with and excite him in perfect safety like that. Being in complete
control and knowing that he only had a few hours left, sexually 
speaking.

I spoke with his mistress and she confirmed that, yes, he had
not known he was going to be castrated until arriving there that
evening. In fact she had him strapped down before telling him.
She figured it was easiest that way and kinder than letting him
live in fear of it for days in advance. He had been living with
her for a little over a year in a submissive role as her sexual
and domestic servant. She said he had all the qualities of a good
eunuch except for his strong sex drive which tended to make him
impatient and occasionally temperamental, despite his best efforts.
She had spoken with him about castration but he was always
hesitant about pursuing it, though he had no wish to leave her as
some men would have with that subject being seriously talked
about.

She saw that he was unlikely to ask for it but was sure that he
would do well and be much happier once he accepted being a eunuch
and experienced the benefits.

When the time for his castration drew near everyone gathered into
the room around the table to which "the evenings entertainment"
was strapped. It was not a large group, eighteen or so women so
we were not crowded. The excitement really began to build at this
point. The soon to be ex-guy's mistress posed with him for a few
"before" pictures, such laying on top of him and letting his
penis lay in the cleavage of her ample breasts.

Soon it was time and she began stroking him and fondling his
balls to give him his last orgasm. (last one as a man at least,
I've heard that eunuchs can have them too, after a fashion) She
tried to make it last and would stop stimulating him when he
seemed to be close to cuming. I'm sure he greatly enjoyed it. She
said that she had kept him locked in a special chastity belt and 
unable to cum for the last two months(!) in preparation for this 
night. Blueballs will be something else he will no longer 
experience. After a time she began giving him an enthusiastic blow 
job and he was soon cumming and shooting his last.

After he was cleaned up it was time for what we'd all been
waiting for. The woman doing the castration injected him here and
there and prepared the instruments while waiting for the numbness
to set in. They guy asked his mistress to please reconsider, that he
wasn't ready yet. She stroked his cheek and told him that it was
for the best and to try to relax and accept it, and that there
would never be a better time. She cradled his head while the
doctor began cutting open his sack and exposing the testicles.
She tied them off then cut one, placing it in a bowl. After a
dramatic pause, during which everyone seemed to hold their
breath, she cut the other. He was now a eunuch! An ex-male!
Ball-less! I was flushed and overwhelmed by the intensity of
it.

His mistress hugged and kissed him and told him how happy she
was. After the doctor had stitched him up we were all soon doing
the same, welcoming him into his new life.

A few months after the party I had ran into her and inquired
about her new eunuch. She said he was adjusting nicely, just as
she knew he would. Their relationship is much more pleasant and
fulfilling and he has gotten much better at massage, bathing her and 
the like. He no longer feels the constant mating urge and is much 
calmer and attentive, and quite enjoys doing these things for her. A 
lucky woman. I must give thought to getting a eunuch of my own.