I grew tired of my old eunuch, and sold him off to a lady in another harem. Today I will select a new man to serve me.

After washing and getting dressed I headed down to the courtyard, where the guards had six young men all in their thirties chained naked to a wall, ready for my inspection and selection.

I carefully studied the men, but one immediately drew my attention. He was a tall and handsome man with stunning black hair and a pure complexion. He was well built, and I could see that his muscles were used to exercise.

As he stood before me, I looked into his defiant blue eyes, and reached behind him with both hands to feel his buttocks, and was impressed that they were hard as rock. I had to suppress a faint smile creeping across my face as I noticed the man's penis starting to become erect, but my humor quickly disappeared as I saw how huge his erect penis was. It was a length that would put most men to shame, and its width was enough to satisfy any women. The stiff, proud member had a superb foreskin covering its bulbous head, and underneath this marvel hung two large testicles, almost bursting with their seed inside a long, low hanging sack. Already I was wet between my legs, and I could feel my clit starting to swell at the thought of rendering that proud penis impotent, and teaching this muscled hunk before me the true power of a women.

"I see you like the attention I'm giving you big boy" I said with a smile as I pulled back his foreskin and admired his naked, swollen head.

I looked at his face, and he did little to hide his anger and annoyance at my inspection.

"I know you think I am just a small sexy women with beautiful eyes and long blond hair, but after some training and some small surgical modifications, you will come to learn that from now on women are your superiors, and that you will serve us ladies with total submission and humility for the rest of your life" I said to him as I turned to the guard closest to me. "This is the lucky man I choose", I told the guard, "shave and clean him up, and return him to the castration table in one hour". The slave started cursing and trying to break free of his chains without avail as I left to attend to other duties.

One hour later, I went down to the courtyard, and found all the ladies of the harem already gathered around the castration table. The man I selected to become the harem's newest eunuch was laying on his back, with his legs spread wide and thrown up, and over a steel rod thereby exposing his cock, balls and anus for easy access. His arms and legs were tied down, but that did not deter him from struggling against the ropes. I smiled as I reached the table, noticing that his penis was fully erect, its bulbous head pointing at the sky and straining against the large foreskin containing it. "Why do all men get erections during castration?" I asked, and the ladies started laughing and giggling. Michael, the male chosen to copulate with this harem's females was also present at the castration table as prescribed by the rules. Since the ladies chose Michael as a breeder because of his good looks and well-hung dick and nuts, he was allowed to keep his balls. He was only given an extremely tight circumcision and frenulum removal in order to make sex less stimulating and pleasurable for him. A neatly circumcised dick also looks more attractive, is much cleaner and always taste better during oral sex. Michael's magnificent penis was exclusively for the pleasure of the ladies. If any mistress catches him attempting to masturbate, his penis will be cut off at its base, and Michael will be sold as a farm worker. Until the day us ladies choose a new alpha male, it is Michael's duty to attend and witness all castrations. The ladies also benefit by having Michael present, because by reminding him how easy it would be to unman him, we make him more grateful to us for the privilege we have bestowed upon him by letting him keep his pair of testicles inside their sack.

After witnessing a castration, Michael would almost double his efforts to keep us sexually satisfied, since he has been reminded that the future of his balls depended on it.

"Silence please ladies", I said, and started addressing the slave.

"As you know, I have selected you for castration and to serve us ladies in the harem, but first let me explain the process that will take place and it's goals." "As is customary, I will begin your initiation into this harem by circumcising you. Make no mistake.... your circumcision will be a radical one. I will remove your entire foreskin, together with your frenulum. We will not allow you to have any play in the remaining skin surrounding the shaft of your penis at all. The reason for this is to remove the sensitive skin from your dick that undoubtedly gave you much pleasure from masturbating. Your male g-spot, that exquisitely tender piece if skin underneath the head of your penis called a frenulum, will also be cut away to remove even more sensitivity from your penis. The pain you will experience will teach you about the superiority of females, and the power they have over man. The humiliation will teach you obedience to all females.

Next I will castrate you to render your penis impotent, and to make it impossible for you to achieve orgasm and ejaculation. Your purpose at the harem is to satisfy me, not yourself. I will geld your eggs today, but we will allow your scrotum to heal. Your empty bag will be cut off in two weeks, after the castration cuts have healed.

Us ladies needs a little pouch every now and then to keep our jewelry in you know?", I said, and looked at the tied man on the table. During my little lecture I could not help but notice that although the man was clearly terrified, his penis was still at full attention, and a drop of clear precum had started to run down the outside of his long foreskin overhang. "Your empty bag will be tanned to produce the softest leather, and the castration scars on each side of the scrotum will be testimony to the superiority females have over men. Maybe you will be fortunate enough to shoot your load one last time today, but after today, never again. Your penis will shrink to the size of a small finger in a couple of months... but don't worry, as your new mistress, I will still be able to play, lick and suck on your tiny, impotent little prick if it pleases me. Once unmanned, you will become calm and docile, your male aggression will disappear and you will become the perfect lady companion. It sure is amazing how a castration can change a man. It's time for your gelding to begin", I said, and a loud cheer went up amongst the excited ladies gathered around the table.

I placed a bag on the table next to the man, took out some oil, and used some to lubricate my middle finger. I slowly started to rub his exposed anus with my oily finger, using circular motions to oil the dark, tight anus and lubricate the tiny folds in his eager ass hole. When his anus was shiny with the oil, I started to work my finger into his warm, dark orifice, once again using circular motions to lubricate and relax his anal sphincter. With his anal muscle drenched in oil, I started to slide my finger into him, working it around the inside of his ass hole, until my finger disappeared all the way up his anus. I pulled out my finger from that warm, most sensitive opening, took out a dildo from the bag, and slowly rubbed the head against the slave's anus. I starting applying some pressure, and the dildo slipped passed his relaxed anal sphincter and disappeared inside his sensitive hole until only a couple of inches of the dildo was visibly protruding from his anus. I smiled at the sight of his anal sphincter painfully stretched around the large intruder. Just a small measure to keep that magnificent pole of man-meat out of my way while I castrate your eggs I said, but immediately added "not that it looks like you need it", and laughter went up amongst the ladies surrounding us. I started by examining the huge erect penis pointing at the sky in front of me. The man was shaved totally clean, and his humongous pears bulged in their huge sack, hanging down on the dildo protruding from his asshole and drooping down on both sides of it.

I tested the length of the magnificent cock in front of me by first closing my one hand around his shaft against his body, and then my other hand immediately above it. I could not manage to close my hands around his thick cock, and noticed with admiration that more than a third hand would be needed to hide the gigantic swollen head from view. I released the swollen, throbbing member and used a pen to draw a line around the foreskin covering the gland, marking the path the blades would cut along until his foreskin comes free from the head. "Hand me the surgical scissors please Michael, I asked, and he quickly obeyed by taking the instrument from the bag and handing it to me. I grabbed the end of the foreskin's overhang between my left hand's thumb and forefinger and pulled the tube of skin away from the swollen head. Next comes the dorsal cut. I positioned the open blades of the scissors at the top end of the stretched tube of soft foreskin, and slowly closed the handles. I continued the cut lengthwise in the middle of the foreskin's top until I reached the line I had marked. I readjusted my grip on the left side of the skin, repositioned the scissors, and with the right flap of skin stretched towards me, I started to cut from the end of the top cut, downwards along the marked line until the blades reached the middle of the head's underside. With the right side of the bulbous red head exposed, and the flap of sensitive foreskin hanging below the exited penis, some of the ladies started cheering and clapping hands. I could feel my swollen clit protruding from my lips, and already my panties was soaking wet.

Some of the ladies that enjoy a circumcision more than a castration and find it a greater sexual turn-on had already started playing with themselves, and breaking the deafening silence came the occasional moan and soft cry escaping their mouths. Turning my attention away from my own sexual excitement, I started the cut that will ruin the superb foreskin forever. I slowly closed the handles of the sharp scissors, and cut along the left side of the bulging head, down towards the frenulum, stopping just short of that most sensitive little piece of skin between the valley running underneath his prick's head. I nodded my satisfaction as the cut foreskin hung down the middle below the gigantic penis in two flaps, attached to the ridge below the head by the frenulum. "Almost done big boy", I said and grasped the two flaps of foreskin in my left hand. I stretched the entire foreskin away from the underside of the penis head, until it could not be stretched any more, and trapped the doomed frenulum directly against the head between the two open blades. A quick cut as close to the swollen head's underside as the blades can manage, and the entire trophy came free in my hand. "The bowl please Michael", I asked, and the breeding male held a wooden bowl in trembling outstretched arms towards me. I dropped the amputated foreskin in the bowl, and expertly used a needle and sutures to join the cut edges of the remaining shaft skin. "That's better," I said to the circumcised man tied to the table", "now you are beginning to look like a true gentleman."

Seeing or doing a circumcision gets me hot, but nothing makes me as horny as watching or performing a castration. The sense of power over a man, utterly helpless as his most prized possessions are taken away from him, leaving him weak in his newfound emasculated state is simply overwhelming. My own sex was soaking wet, and my nipples strained against the confines of my bra as I took the hairless soft scrotum with its almost chicken sized eggs inside in my hand, and lifted the hanging bag from the dildo sticking out from the slave's ass hole. I worked both eggs to the bottom of their bag of skin, and then used both hands to pull the trapped nuts and their soft bag away from the slave's body. "Tie the cord around the top of the bag Michael", I ordered, and Michael looped a strong cord around the top of the scrotum, thereby trapping the doomed balls at the bottom of their bag. I smiled at the slave who moaned with pain as Michael tightened the string as hard as he could around the bag's top. "Don't worry, I told the slave, "emasculation is not as painful as you think... it's the effects of the castration that should worry you." Next is one of my favorite steps in performing a castration. Michael handed me a small razor sharp knife with a slightly curved blade. I took the twin orbs bulging against their sack in my one hand, and used my fingers to stretch the scrotum tightly over the left pear. I placed the wicked tip of the blade at the side of the prized bag, and slowly slit the scrotum open by drawing the blade over the soft, thin, defenseless skin until I completed the cut along the whole length of the left ball. Next I squeezed the folds of scrotum bag, and popped the naked white egg from the safety of its bag. The ball fell from its pouch and hung down below the stuffed anus, suspended by its thin cord. I took the bag with it's remaining pear, forced the doomed orb to it's uncut right side of the bag and slowly drew the blade's cutting edge across the stretched scrotum using the egg as backing surface for the blade, but at the same time taking great care not to cut the nut in the process. As the soon to be proud owner of a new pair of balls, foreskin and jewelry pouch, I would not be pleased if I had a damaged testicle to display in a glass jar on my wall unit. I pulled the cut open with the fingers of my left hand's thumb and forefinger, and used my right hand's fingers to feel inside the slit I had made. Carefully I coaxed the shy testicle from its hiding place, and allowed it to hang down next to its brother. Next I took a small syringe, filled with a clear liquid, and injected first the left, and then the right. An uninformed person might easily think that the idea for these injections is to anesthetize the balls, but no. As women we all understand that the pain is necessary to teach the man his rightful place as a servant. The injections only purpose is to paralyze the cremaster muscles that form part of those thin cords attaching the eggs to the body. In a few minutes both cords will be fully paralyzed, and this will cause the testicles to hang out even further from the slave's body, making it impossible for the little muscles to pull the pears upwards towards the body.

While waiting for the full effect of the injections, the ladies came forward and started playing and touching the naked white eggs dangling by their cords outside their scrotum, much to the discomfort of the slave laying on the table. The ladies handling the defenseless eggs and pulling on them only seemed to excite the slave more, and precum was now oozing from his naked circumcised head. His enormous penis also started throbbing with a heartbeat of it's own, and the swollen dick stood at full attention for the event that will change it's existence forever. After a few minutes the cords were fully paralyzed, and both eggs hung down, making contact with the table's surface, and still leaving quite a bit of slack in the cords attaching them to the slave's body. I took the left ball in the palm of my hand, and the beautiful white egg filled my palm with its magnificent size.

I pulled the testicle away from the man's empty bag until the cord holding the testicle was stretched to its fullest extent. To prevent any bleeding, I instructed Michael to tie a tin piece of surgical suture around the top of the narrow, stretched cord, as close to the empty scrotum as possible. Michael tied a knot around the thin tube, thereby cutting the blood supply to my first

trophy. While keeping the cord attaching the testicle drawn out to it's maximum, I once again picked up the scissors, and positioned the open blades just below the tied off point. I felt a tremendous orgasm shooting through my entire body as I closed the blades on the thin cord, and the testicle came free in the palm of my hand with it's impressive length of cord dangling from it.

I swung the ball by its cord a couple of times, before dropping the gland in the wooden bowl containing the severed foreskin.

I grabbed his last dangling testicle in the palm of my hand, and once again stretched the cord to its fullest extent. I turned my attention to the slave: "You have been a good little boy during your castration so far", I said. "I will allow you to experience one last orgasm, but to humiliate you even more, I will order Michael to make you cum. Michael, play with his penis while I castrate his second ball, but ensure that he does not squirt his last load on me.". Michael, who had a huge bulge in his pants stepped forward, and took the slave's throbbing penis in his hand. Without the benefit of it's foreskin, and the remaining skin stretched tightly over the shaft, Michael could not manage to masturbate the eager cock, and he quickly poured some oil into the palm of his hand before starting to pump his hand along the shaft and head. Expertly he stroked his palm up and down the swollen penis, using his fingers to spread a flood of crystal clear pre-cum over the freshly circumcised, naked head of the bulbous head. This time I modified my castration technique. I picked up the knife and started to slowly scrape the cutting edge of the blade back and forth across the highest visible point of the cord emanating from the empty scrotum. Michael masturbated the soon to be eunuch's cock, working the glistening precum into the naked head while stroking the erect shaft with his oiled palm, occasionally rubbing his fingers along the freshly made sutured circumcision scars, and teasing the ridge at the bottom of the head with his index finger where the frenulum used to be. Feeling that the huge organ was about to shoot it's load for the very last time, Michael picked up the wooden bowl, and pointed to head of the throbbing, pre-cum oozing penis at the bottom of the bowl. After a few more scrapes of my knife's blade against the paralyzed cord, the last testicle came free in the palm my hand. The slave's penis started to spasm in Michael's palm as the remaining cord slipped back inside the empty bag of skin.

Increasing his hand's pumping motion along the dick's shaft and head, the friction triggered the eunuch's last orgasm.

Violently, the dick pumped gush after gush of thick creamy white semen into the wooden bowl Michael was holding in front of it. Ten powerful squirts shot from the head being held between Michael's fingers as he aimed the cumming prick at the bowl while milking the proud organ of it's juices. As the large drops of semen exploded from the penis in Michael's hand, I saw the slave's anal sphincter tightening around the dildo, embracing the intruder with vice-like contractions. After the excited penis calmed down, Michael used his fingers to milk the remaining semen from the penis and wiped the tip of the naked head against the rim of the bowl. I dropped the last testicle in the bowl containing the foreskin, left egg and a quite large puddle of cum. I pulled the dildo free from his anus and handed it to Michael.

I used the needle to close the open cuts of the empty bag. When done, the eunuch was untied and lifted to his feet.

"Stand with your legs apart", I ordered, and the slave obeyed." We as women know that castration can take some time to make you impotent, so as a preventative measure, you will be wearing this chastity belt until I am satisfied that your days of having erections and shooting your loads of semen are forever at a end. The chastity belt will make it impossible for you to jerk off. Since this belt comes with an anal plug, it will keep you in a constant state of arousal by stimulating your rectum and prostate, but you will not be allowed to satisfy your sexual urges. When bathing, or going to the toilet, you will have to ask for the key I will keep on a chain around my neck. You will always be observed by myself or one of the other ladies while unlocked. Just try and masturbate, and I will be removing your penis as well! I said with a stern voice.

I fitted the eunuch with the belt and left the crowd to put my new testicles and foreskin in some preserver so I can proudly display my new trophies in a glass jar together with all the others previously cut by me.

Two weeks later, a huge change was visible in my new eunuch. He calmed down, became gentle and extremely obedient.

Since most men's scrotums starts shrinking away along with the penis, prostate and seminal vessel after a castration, I had to hurry to collect my jewelry bag while its size was still admirable. My slave and I went back to the castration table, but this time he offered no resistance. Lady Natasha kindly offered to assist me in cutting the empty scrotum, and she had a knife and clamp ready. I was also pleased to see that she had a nice fire going with a red hot metal poker laying in the fire.

I took the key hanging from the chain around my neck and unlocked his chastity belt that kept him sexually frustrated while he lost the lost his ability to achieve erection and orgasm. After pulling the butt plug out of his anus I removed the belt and handed it to my female assistant.

"Lay down on the table, spread your legs like a women, and throw your front legs over the metal bar", I instructed. "Yes mistress", he answered, and obeyed. I was pleased to see that the two cuts in his scrotum were fully healed, and that they had formed the angry red scars so highly prized on a mistress's jewelry bag. The empty bag still managed to maintain it's proud original size, and I looked in awe at the empty, soft folds of skin held between my fingers. As with castration, there are many ways to collect the empty bag from the eunuch, but my favorite way, is to use a bronze castration clamp to do the job. The clamp forms a ring on top that goes around the penis, while the two jagged edged arms of the clamp closes around the top of the scrotum.

The ring keeps the penis out of harm's way, while the arms prevents the balls from swinging around in their sack. With the jagged edges of the arms griping the scrotum as close to the body as possible, the entire sack with it's nuts can be cut away in one quick stroke of a curved knife positioned below the penis. This method is too quick to use for castration, and all women prefer a slower method of emasculating a man. As the man on the table had already been neatly castrated, and no longer had his balls, I would only use the clamp to hold his scrotum in position while I cut the empty bag from his body.

I gripped the empty bag with both hands, and spread the folds of skin while pulling the bag away from the eunuch's body.

Lady Natasha lifted the limp penis into the air, before closing the clamp around the base of his penis, and trapped the empty bag between the jagged arms as close to the eunuch's body as possible, before securing the closed arms with a small metal latch. With everything locked in position, I took the knife, and using the clamp as a guide for my blade, I started cutting the empty pouch from directly below his limp penis, kept upright by the clamp. While pulling the soft folds of skin away from the clamp, I used short controlled strokes of my blade to cut the empty bag as closely against the arms gripping it as possible.

Cut by cut I worked my way down until the pouch was only attached to the clamp with an inch of remaining skin. My eunuch whimpered and his body trembled with each stroke of my blade, but he did not dare to pull himself away from my blade. I completed the last stroke of my knife against the arms of the clamp, and the beautiful scrotum came free in my hand. The cut edges of the scrotum can either be sutured or cauterized, but I prefer cauterization to close the cut edges. Although this is obviously much more painful to the slave, it produces a neater result when the scar eventually heals. The intense heat also kills any viruses and bacteria that might be present at the cut edges, and totally eliminates bleeding from the site. My eunuch started pleading with me as I took the red-hot staff from the fire, but I ignored him. I carefully positioned the searing hot metal above the clamp still holding the cut edges were his scrotum used to hang, and gently touched the cut edges of skin with the poker. My slave passed out almost immediately as I touched him against those sensitive folds of skin with the hot poker. White smoke rose from the cut edges of skin as the intense heat welded the cut edges together.

Satisfied that my work was done, I had to use a glove to remove the hot clamp from his limp penis and welded edges where his proud scrotum and eggs used to hang.

After reviving my servant, I once again locked him up in the chastity belt, and asked lady Natasha to keep me company while I tanned the large scrotum into the softest leather pouch known to womankind.

Three weeks later I was ready to test my eunuch to ensure he his totally impotent and unable to cum. I also had the pleasure of giving him a severe whipping as punishment for forgetting to clean out my bathtub. I ordered my eunuch to my bedroom, and removed his chastity belt.

"Kneel in front of my bed and bend over so I can see your buttocks", I commanded, and my eunuch obeyed, as docile as a little lamb. When his muscled buttocks were raised in front of me, I took my leather whip, and started to teach him the real meaning of fear and subservience. I hit his naked butt with all the power I could muster, and angry red lines crossed his butt cheeks. His muscular body flinched each time my whip made contact with his butt cheeks, and his moans from the pain made my legs feel like rubber with power and lust. After thirteen lashes, my slave started crying and begging for mercy. I gave him five more lashes, and delighted at the way he clenched his buttocks after each stroke, his superb muscles contracting in a vain effort to escape the sting of each new lash. I was so eager that my panties was soaking wet and my nipples had a life of their own. "That will be enough", I said, and hung my whip back against my wall. "Let's see if you can remember the lessons I taught you. "Remove my clothes, and you had better do it skillfully, or I will whip you some more!"

He stood up and did as ordered. Lay down on my bed, with your head raised by my pillow." "Yes mistress" the slave replied, and did as he was instructed. I took a large dildo from my bedside drawer, and handed it to my eunuch. I climbed on the bed and kneeled with my eunuch trapped between my spread legs, and my naked buttocks exposed to his face. Sex with a eunuch in a 69 position and me on top (of course!) always gave me wonderful orgasms. "I want you to pleasure my cunt with the dildo while you lick and tongue-fuck my ass", I ordered him. Skillfully he shoved the dildo up my eager vagina, and I shuddered as I felt his moist tongue starting to explore my anus. With a passion that belied his emasculated state he flicked his warm tongue away at the tiny folds of my puckered anus while slowly stimulating my wet vagina and swollen clit with the dildo. He licked away at my most private opening, until my anus was soaking wet with his saliva, before he started darting his tongue in and out of my asshole. With expert circular motions of his tongue he licked my rectum into a total state of relaxation and bliss, while clenching and kneading the flesh of my left buttock with his one hand.

My labia lips were swollen with excitement as I took his limp penis in my hand, and started licking away at its circumcised head.

With my other hand I caressed the scar that ran from his tiny penis to his anus where his prized bag with balls used to swing.

I flicked my tongue at the V - shaped scar between the valley underneath his dick where his erogenous frenulum once gave him pleasure, and felt my pussy get even wetter when the eunuch grunted in frustration and helplessness beneath me as he desperately wanted to pump his cum inside my warm mouth. Over the next few months he would come to learn and accept that without his precious balls, his prostate, penis and remaining shaft skin had shrunk away, and that he would never again be capable of having an erection or spurting his ejaculation. The sole purpose of his existence was to satisfy me with total dedication. The head of his penis, neatly cleaned of its foreskin, simply soaked up the saliva in my mouth, and was unable to produce even the tiniest droplet of precum. My ecstasy was overpowering at the thought of my total power and control over the frustrated eunuch beneath me, his balls and foreskin displayed on my wall unit as proof of my supreme dominance.

While I felt his tongue licking and probing away at the inside of my anus, and his right hand moving the dildo back and forth inside my soaking wet cunt, I used some spit to lubricate his tiny penis, and started masturbating his penis. His once huge penis had shrank away, and the tiny soft prick before me could not manage to erect. What used to be a marvelous dick had become even smaller than my thumb. The pleasure my eunuch was giving me was overwhelming, and his own inability to receive any pleasure added to my excitement. The thought that I had the power to remove his ability to erect and cum made my clitoris swell up larger and harder than ever before as I flicked my tongue around his soft, circumcised head in my mouth.

I felt his hot lips pressing against my anus as he licked away at my anal sphincter, and his hand caressing my left buttock. I felt him gently forcing some of his spit inside my asshole, and I added to my intense feeling of ecstasy, by slowly pushing his spit from my insides, only to feel his greedy tongue immediately licking the offering away from my blissful anus. I felt the dildo rubbing against my swollen clit as the welcome intruder filled me to the full, and felt the most intense orgasm of my life approaching. The eunuch moaned in shame and frustration as his useless dick felt my tongue caressing it's tiny head, while I rubbed and fondled the scar where his once proud bag with swollen eggs used to be.

Between the indescribable pleasure of the eunuch's tongue deep inside my anus and his expert manipulation of the dildo causing friction against my swollen clit, I could not hold back and shuddered as an intense orgasm shot through my entire body.

After a few more orgasms, I ordered my eunuch to stop.

Laying on my bed with my eunuch standing next to my bed I turned to him. His pathetic, impotent little dick dangled limply between his gloriously muscled legs, the absence of his balls clearly visible. "You are now a true gentlemen since you have been neatly castrated, and can no longer enjoy sexual pleasure. Seeing that your penis shrank away, and almost disappeared, you will be able to concentrate on my sexual happiness, not your own. For the time being, Michael is the only male with the equipment necessary to really satisfy a woman, so always remember that I am simply using you for sexual amusement. You are not a man anymore, simply a sex toy to be used for my pleasure. Now that you are totally impotent and unable to cum, you will not be required to wear your chastity belt anymore. Your castration made you gentle and obedient, with all that nasty aggression taken out of you. You will please me sexually if I demand it, and you will serve me with total obedience for as long as I wish it so.

You may continue your cleaning and cooking duties now", I said, and he hurriedly left the room after thanking me.

Laying there, my desires totally fulfilled, I looked at the seven jars filled with neutered balls and foreskins, and marveled at how much the world has changed. Only fifty years ago, some Arab and African men still had their wives' clitorises removed to make it impossible for them to enjoy orgasms. During the last fifty years women became the leaders of the world and it's men, and today, in the year 2060 it is the women who rule over men. Castration as mandatory procedure for all men not selected by women for procreation purposes, had the pleasant side effect of eliminating all wars and violent crimes. The word "rape" can now only be found in history books, and the last man surgically castrated as punishment for rape was back in 2062.

I reached for my remote control to switch on the television and watch some news.