Date: 18 Nov 1997
Time: 18:29:01
Remote Name: 204.30.69.115
Remote User:
A man learns to be politically correct in his treatment toward women. No Oogling! (penectomy)
I was a gawker...probably the worst kind. I would practically leer at attractive well developed women. I was the kind of guy, you know, who would cheerlead any other guys around into the usual cat calls and lewd remarkks and whistles. I know that I must have humiliated many women over the years. Some even to tears.
Well I must have done it once too often and with the wrong woman. I got what I deserved...I wished I could find the woman who corrected me and tell her that ....she probably would be surprised.
All I can figure is they must have been watching me for awhile and got to know my habits. Particularly the habit of walking the city late at night...I'm an insomniac of sorts and it relaxes me you see.
They were in a van. I was walking in a lonlier part of town and it was about 1 in the am. I more heard the van pull alongside me then saw it clearly. As I turned toward it the side door slid quickly open and some kind of liquid stream was projected right into my face....whatever it was it blacked me out almost immediately.
When I came too, who knows how much later, I knew I was in the van. I was totally naked and my wrists were fastened very securely and whatever was holding them was attached overhead and somewhat behind me. I was on my back and my ankles were fastened to bolts on the floor of the Van...spread very wide. There was also some kind of strap around my waist which was somehow achored to the floor. The restraints were somewhat of an overkill. The stuff they knocked me out with had so weakened me I couldn't have resisted a baby.....much less the three shadowy but obviously feminine forms I half saw and half sensed around me.
"You like to look", her voice was soft and cultured....somehow I determed from it that she was very classy.
"So look".
Their forms were becoming somewhat clearer even in the half light. I was amazed as they were obviously naked. Three attractive naked women for me to look at. I thought I must have died an gone to heaven. I really should have know better.
"say ahhh", she cooed.
I opened my mouth and before I could say anything she stuffed some material in it (panties I think). One of the silent women on my other side roughly applied duck tape over my mouth. They worked expertly together and roughly wound it around my head...the third woman moved behind me and actually held my head up by the hair. They were beautiful, almost dainty feminine, but very rough.
The job done they let my head fall of its own weight to the floor of the van.
"We wouldn't want your screaming to attract any attention now would we?", the talker purred sweetly.
I could feel my terror increase. I tried to move against my restraints but the waist strap kept me too well in place to affect the taunt restraints holding my legs and arms in place. There was a jar at my feet which radiated enough heat for me to feel along mu soles. It also had a slight industrial odor.
"We're going to correct your behavior so you won't be so tiresome any more", I could hear the edge in her voice.
"We're going to do it in a very special way so you'll always have a reminder of your bad ways and were going to make sure that the word gets out so no ones going to take you stupid ways seriously any more"
She was slowly unfolding a towel that she had by her as she spoke to me. All I could experience was an ever mounting terror in a mixture of female beauty and intoxicating perfume.
The towel had been encompassing a sharp curved blade. It caught what little light there was and revealed small jagged teeth along its edge.
"I'm going to cut off your penis...very close to your sac....which I'm going to leave you", she sounded like she was lecturing a child, "and for the rest of your life you can look all you want but you'll never know any relief from what you see".
I was starting to cry and twist my head from side to side .....oh NO, please NO my mind screamed.
She moved closer ..the was blade now in her hand. Her hand was fine boned and her nails were well kept and long.
One of the other women was touching herself provocatively.
"Now, before I do this …listen very carefully…this is important"
She had my undivided attention.
"We’re not trying to kill you"
I felt no relief.
"When I’m done there’s going to be a lot of bleeding - we’ll put some very hot oil on it and drop you in front of the Sisters of Mercy ER",my mind was trying to reject the whole thing: I was weeping uncontrolably, "You’d better get in quick so they can help you"
She hesitated a moment watching me intently. I could make out her facial features well enough by now to see her thin ,cold smile.
"Lets begin "
The head holder from before moved behind my head again and forced it up so I had a perfect view of what was about to happen between my legs.
"You need this correction and you’ll be a living example for other men like you ….learn all the possible lessons you can from this…I know you’ll never forget us and we don’t want you too".
She held the blade in her dainty hand and with the other stretched my member straight up.
It wasn’t done with a clean slice…it was more of a slow sawing very close to my sac. I screamed into my panty gag …it came out very muffled. I felt my manhood come off, I felt a pulsation of my blood and I felt the hot oil applied. The combined shock of what they had done to me and the pain of the oil caused me to faint.
I woke up in the Sisters of Mercy ER. They had dumped me in front of the ER entrance as promised. I was still unconscious but an attendant saw me there, naked and covered with blood and got help.
I obeyed and learned so many lessons. I learned the lesson of humilation, having people gawk at me and discuss me as if I wasn’t but an object of some kind (at the ER). I’ve since repeated this humilation many times with medical staff and police. She also kept her promise: somehow the word got out and I’m still stared at and whispered about in my neighborhood. Men avoid me like the plague. I make them uncomfortable somehow…..I am a good walking example…just like she wanted. The women seem more amused and I’ve actually heard them snicker at me. Some of the more cruel ones actually pretend to flirt as if I were some desireable hunk.
I don’t gawk anymore. I still want women and appreciate their beauty thanks to being left with testicles but I know I can’t relieve the continuous ache between my legs. The ache that’s always there - mostly a faint prescence but sometimes an agony of unfullfilled desire. I know all about blue balled cramps, frustration and weeping in the early hours of the morning. I always will.
The police never found them and I am glad. It would have been just more humiliation for me.
I actually am thankful for the correction. Can you understand this. I’ve learned to love the ache and the women who corrected me. I think more men like me should be corrected this way.
Gawker
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