More about my May-December Wedding

Gentle reader, i apologize in advance if this narrative wanders and meanders… i am not a born writer, i just write as a stream of consciousness, as i recall things and as they enter my memory, so please bear with this rambling story that my young wife has ordered me to write. She makes me do this “for my own good” She says but we both know it is to further humiliate me. If you read my first story of how i became the emasculated eunuch of a much, much younger Woman, then here is the rest of the story to date.

After i married my young bride and became Her emasculated eunuch (read part 1 if you want to know all about that), She has decided that enough time has lapsed that i should now tell this audience, you men and Dominant Women who read these stories, what has become of us since i first told of my downward spiral…from a man of means and substance to a mere eunuch slave and near-sexless oral provider for my Wife. She gets some amusement, i don’t know why, from my humiliation, and She tells me i must tell all about my life, and about our lives together, nowadays, as long as i keep the story depersonalized with no way anyone can trace our identities or our permanent locale.

She now has total control over my estate, which was a pretty handsome sum by today’s standards…i used to belong to a great country club, golf with friends, travel a lot and eat in the finest restaurants, and had a nice home and a two-car garage with two nice luxury cars… those things are still there, but they are in Her name now, She forced me to sign them all over to Her, and i get to stay on as Her oral slave, house eunuch, and “man” around the house, although She would laughingly dispute the “man” part.

And Her hold over me is, well….it’s based on my shame. She has videos of me sucking other men’s cocks, eating Her creampie after being with another man…and much more. i just cannot stand the shame it would cause me if She were to show those tapes to my former friends and my relatives….so i tow the line and, now that I’m a eunuch and can’t do anything about it, i just accept my lot as Her eunuch slave and oral sex toy. On one tape She has of me, She pointed out something i was unaware of….i was on my knees and sucking off one of Her male lovers, and i had my hand reached around behind him, cupping his buttocks, rubbing them erotically and pulling on them so his hard penis would go deep in my throat. i was actually “making love” to him and his cock, and i looked so wanton and cock-hungry that i really hadn’t noticed how enthusiastically i was sucking him. So it would appear that She has transformed me in more ways than i suspected. i have to admit that i do get into such play nowadays, and am so feminized that i now, in addition to my Wife’s pussy, i like cocks in my mouth and the feel of a muscular, studly man’s body.

But back to my story…Her former lover George, the man with whom She first cuckolded me and who was around when She had me castrated, is no longer in the picture…he was so shallow and vapid, just a pretty boy, that She tired of him within a few months following my castration, and She has had a veritable string of lovers, both male and female, since then. One recent lover was a successful politician who was in the public eye in one of the major national parties and his name had been mentioned as a possible running mate for the next presidential race. But he is gone now; apparently he couldn’t risk the disclosure of an illicit sexual liaison with my wife, particularly if Her tastes became public knowledge.

My testicles now reside in a jar of formaldehyde in a little alcove above Her bed. She shows them to all Her lovers and makes me lift my pitiful little-boy dicklet (actually, to be honest, it’s an old-man’s dicklet nowadays, an old-man’s dicklet who has been castrated, so it is now rather shriveled and withered from lack of use and the hormones i get from time to time) but i have to lift my pathetic “pee pee” as She calls it (or sometimes, just “little worm”) to show where my balls and my manhood were cut off. She has me on low doses of estrogen and also took me to a hair specialist the last time we were in Mexico and electrolysis was used to depilate my entire crotch area…it was a bit painful, especially around my anus and the base of my pee-pee, but i am as hairless as a billiard ball in my groin area, and up my ass crack, the better to emphasize my sexless nature and to better show off my ball-less status to Her lovers or anyone else She tells me to. She also tells me that one day either i will actually WANT a man to fuck me in the ass, OR that She will let one have me that way, that She wants me smooth back there…the very thought scares and thrills me. And because of the estrogen, i even am developing man-tits…tiny little boobs that She makes me wear a sort of push-up bra to make them look larger…they feel a little obscene sticking out like that, but they’re really not that large…yet. i also feel my penis has become somewhat obscene…this tiny thing smaller than my little finger that just flops about as i walk around…yes, it’s obscene, and most obscene are my testicles in Her jar…but as much revulsion as they used to cause me when i saw them, i am now used to it, and i now know it amuses Her.

At Her urging, i now tell this with some embarrassment…i like it when She straddles my upturned face, and She is wearing nothing but Her rhinestone-studded high heel shoes…and She lets Her vagina drip the slimy ooze of another man’s cum and Her own pussy juices into my mouth…or sometimes She just likes to empty Her bladder and piss into my mouth. She will order me to the bathroom shower stall (She certainly would not mess up Her nice carpet or hardwood floors!) and i know what is coming…She is going to pee into my mouth. Sometimes She will deliberately drink beer or champagne so as to bring about a full bladder that needs to be emptied. While She empties Her full bladder or Her cum-full pussy into my mouth, my little pee-pee stirs a little, never getting hard but it does become ever-so-slightly engorged and a little stiffer than normal. It wouldn’t penetrate Her pussy and it certainly wouldn’t satisfy her, but to feel it stir again and i can rub the tiny little head and the sensitive rim of the head at these times and spurt a little drop of some kind of fluid and feel a diminished kind of climax, these have become my times to look forward to and to remember. She never fails to look at me with a smirk on Her face as i lie under Her, cleaning Her pussy and rubbing my pathetic little dicklet trying desperately to achieve my orgasm…and finally i do. She also makes me lick Her gorgeous brown anus at times, just to feel my slave tongue back there and make me appreciate my lowered status…She has never been violated there by anything other than my tongue, and it is a perfect, puckered little sphincter.

Let me tell you something… once a woman has made you lick Her anus, both of you will forever after know that She is the boss, or at least that you are a low-down pervert, and that She holds something over you. When you have tasted a Woman’s asshole, you have achieved a lowered status to Her. Licking a Woman’s butt hole is low down on the subservience scale, i think…and so does my Wife. The first time She ordered me to lick Her there, i was a bit horrified and repulsed by the idea, and it was only with some inner struggle on my part, and some verbal abuse and “encouragement” from my Wife, that i was able to comply with Her order…after all, She always keeps perfectly clean and always smells wonderful when not in the throes of passionate, rutting sex, and except for those times She prides Herself on Her cleanliness. The second time it was a little easier for me, and even easier the third and fourth time, until now i actually enjoy giving Her that form of oral servitude for Her pleasure. i love the musky smell of Her ass, and the feeling of absolute subjugation i feel when She is sitting on my face with Her lovely ass cheeks spread and Her fundament directly on my mouth and my tongue probing it deeply.

She never makes me taste Her scat but i think i would if She insisted; however, i love kissing and licking and probing Her anus almost as much as i enjoy eating Her magnificent pussy.

For the rare occasion when She has no lover and She is feeling randy, She bought me an exotic mask once when we were in San Francisco at one of the many sex shops in that city. The mask straps to my head with a strong leather strap that buckles behind my head; it is made of tough, durable latex, and it fits over the upper part of my face, from the nose up, leaving my mouth free…the mask itself is a grotesque upper-face, with a gargoyle quality to the eyes and features, and the nose…well, it’s a rather long and thick dildo shaped exactly like an erect and slightly curved man’s penis. On these rare occasions, She straddles my face and slowly impales Herself on the “nose” part, and i am instructed to lick Her anus while She grinds Her hips on the base of the dildo. It’s quite comfortable, being made to be worn for such use, and it fits my face rather nicely. Through the eye slits i can see Her above me, eyes closed and lost in ecstasy as She grinds Her clit and pussy on the large, thick nose-dildo and my tongue licking and probing Her tight little asshole. Again, i rub and tug at my little pee-pee at such times and sort of enjoy the moment with Her, but Her climax is always more intense than mine. When She is finished, She tells me to take the mask off and to clean it thoroughly…first with my tongue, and then with warm water and soap, and then i put it away in a drawer until the next time.

Her lovers nearly always laugh … nearly always, the first time She shows them my balls in a jar and my smooth, hairless crotch, and my man-tits. i used to blush, but now i just take it in stride as part of my less-than-a-man status. Lovers who blanch at seeing my balls in a jar or my ball-less crotch or my small tits, or who can’t get over the shock, are often discarded and replaced.

We visit Mexico and Europe a lot as there are lots of jaded lovers for Her to find among the jet set and the idle rich, and my services are always required.

Typically, if it is a male lover, after She has had Her little “show and tell” about my balls, She lies down on Her bed, spreads Her lovely legs, and has me lick Her to orgasm a couple of times while chatting with Her lover of the moment. Then when She is good and ready, She forces me to suck the man’s cock until it is hard as a rock. She always screens Her lovers by feeling them up at whatever bar or restaurant or pool area She finds them in, and if they are well endowed She invites them to our room. i slowly take his cock into my mouth and gently suck it, and lick up and down his shaft until he is ready, and then She tells me something like, “Do be a dear, and slide that gorgeous cock into your wife’s pussy, would you dear?”

As they both laugh, which they almost always do, i take the man’s rigid cock and guide it right into Her waiting wet pussy, and he consummates the session by plunging deep inside Her. She always shows Her passion with a frenzy of sexual enthusiasm, more than She ever showed with me, i should say…wrapping Her long legs around the man’s waist and grunting like a wild woman of the jungle as he pounds Her pussy. She sometimes like to taunt me, saying something like, “This man is fucking your wife’s pussy, and he’s doing a REALLY good job of it too… what do you think of that, boy?” i have nothing to say to such taunting, but i know I’m not meant to reply, just to experience the humiliation. Sometimes She like to keep a running commentary of Her lovemaking while i am forced to listen…..”OH JESUS HE’S HUGE, I’M CUMMING, GOD GOD GOD OH GOD, HE’S SPLITTING ME IN TWO…JEEEEESUSSSSS!!!” She loves screaming Her orgasms and letting me know how much She loves being fucked by real men.

But usually i am sent away or to the other side of the room to wait for them to finish their pleasures…however, on some rare occasions i am told to stay and to lick his balls or his cock as it slides in and out of my wife’s pussy. Once She had me lick Her anus and stick my tongue deep in it as Her lover fucked Her pussy hard, but that was difficult to maintain….She enjoyed it, but the gymnastics involved made it a rare occurrence. i have become accustomed to the taste of a cock with my Wife’s pussy juices all over it, and i have become used to the taste of another man’s cum too. …and as i said, i have strangely come to like the sensation and can become slightly aroused at these times.

More than once during one of Her love-making sessions She has ordered me to stand by the bedside and stroke my tiny little “old-man” pee-pee and try to get it hard to show to Her guest…at such times i try my best, but usually all i can manage is a semi-hard (mostly limp) erection of sorts that looks like a piece of steamed asparagus. Then She will lift Her pussy off the man’s cock that She is fucking and tell me to put it alongside his, and the comparison is quite remarkable, as you can imagine. She then tells me, “You can see why i prefer cocks like this, can’t you dear?” And then She laughs and slides back down on the massive erection and goes back into Her trance-like state, eyes closed and moaning with Her pleasure until She and Her lover erupt in sexual bliss…a bliss that i have now been denied when She had me neutered.

If Her lover is one of Her women friends, then i am allowed less access, as She prefers to keep THEM to Herself. On rare occasions, when She has a female lover in Her bed, i am allowed to lick one or both of them, but only as an adjunct to their lovemaking. And once i got to stick my tongue in a fabulous looking woman’s anus as my wife made love to her, but that happened only that once. The woman had an enormous orgasm from the over stimulation, but then i was sent away like a dog as they continued pleasuring each other.

On some rare occasions, to add insult to injury, especially if i have failed Her in some way, before these trysts She sometimes makes me rub my little dicklet, especially the sensitive head, with one of the several over-the-counter numbing agents that She gets from the drugstore…it deadens the sensations in my pee-pee such that i can’t feel anything when i play with it. She knows how much i enjoy the slight “erection” i get, and the near-climax, so sometimes, especially if i am being punished for something, She makes me deaden the sensations of my little “cock” so that i can’t feel anything. At such times i plead with Her to not make me do this, to let me enjoy what little arousal i can, but She never gives in and i am forced to go without. When i am forced to use one of those lidocaine or similar type compounds on my little pee-pee, i can rub it and rub it, seeking some kind of sexual stimulation, but it’s useless, i can feel nothing and my old-man pee-pee remains as limp as a string. She tells me at such times to think hard on the experience and to imagine that i have no cock at all, and that someday She may have it removed entirely so that i will pee out of a hole in my crotch and have to squat like a woman. i suck and lick them both for hours, and play with my shriveled little pee-pee, but i can’t feel a thing….it is VERY frustrating, but that’s exactly the point, and the way She wants it. And even when i am NOT desensitized like that, i haven’t had an honest to god erection in over three years, and the few times i have ejaculated it is a thin drop or two of something, but it’s not semen, i can no longer produce semen with my testicles gone…and the ejaculation itself, my so-called “orgasm” is tepid at best, and almost not worth the bother…but i DO bother as it’s the only sexual enjoyment i can get anymore. So i just try to be obedient and stay on Her “good side” so She won’t make me deaden the sensations…i serve as told and try to enjoy that as much as i can, along with the bit of arousal i can manage.

Sorry, I’m rambling now, She tells me to get on with it…She looks over my shoulder from time to time as i write this, and tells me to bring Her a printed copy for Her to review in bed tonight before submitting it to the Eunuch Archives for publication. She says i am dawdling over insignificant details and to get on with it. So on with it i will get, yes, ma’am.

OK, so it’s Her last lover that She wants me to tell you about. She was going to dump him but She eventually decided to castrate him and make him a eunuch slave in this household too…She has mentioned this several times to me, that She would like to have another eunuch to meet Her needs, as i don’t quite measure up in any respect to Her expectations. i guess only time will tell…

i am supposed to tell you how we, or rather She, acquired our latest household slave. i only learned some of the details i am going to tell you later on, after She had manipulated the events that i am going to relate to you, but at the time i was totally in the dark. If She had confided in me, i still would have helped Her, but She chose to keep me in the dark, preferring Her own company and Her own council. She’s just that way.

At first he was to be just another temporary lover, but for reasons that became clear later, She decided that he would make an excellent house slave and assistant to me. It was while we were in California that we met Paul. He was younger than me, but a little older than Her normal pick for a lover, about 50 years old but still in good health and his physical prime.

After a few trysts with him, She decided this would be the man to become Her second eunuch and house slave. She decided that because Paul was alone in the world, no family, no one to ask questions, had something of a small personal fortune of his own from his successful business ventures, and (as She later told me) was actually rather inadequate in bed. i thought that She enjoyed him, but She has rather high standards and Paul did not measure up, either physically or in penis size…so he was marked as Her next victim. She planned to do the same thing to him as She had done to me…take over his estate little by little and push him into a subservient emasculated role, alongside me.

For what She promised us would be a decadent and exotic sec vacation, She took us to a Middle Eastern emirate country (which i will not name, but which a persistent reader can find out), which is under Muslim control, and a fairly radical and conservative form of Muslim law too, but that has a global reputation as a jet-setting hotspot for decadence and anything-goes. Oh sure, there certainly IS a swinging, anything-goes atmosphere there, and any jaded taste can be satisfied, but it has to be done discreetly, and out of the glare of the Muslim morality police, and usually only the locals and the very, very rich can experience it. Paul and i thought this was just going to be another one of our many out-of-country play trips, as She likes finding the kinky places to go, such as the Costa del Sol in Spain, and the many Euro-trash places where perverted behavior is not only condoned, it’s almost required.

Something that She knew about this country, but which we did not, was that in their effort to stamp out homosexuality they (unofficially and off the record) arrest and castrate men caught having sex with other men…and they are none too gentle about it either. They will ignore (and even profit from) the female prostitutes there, even the underage ones, but they frown on homosexual sex and do all they can to eradicate it from public viewing. The Muslim authorities in that area want to keep these proceedings out of the newspapers, although they don’t seem so hesitant to publicize the beheadings of criminals there. We had left our hotel for a fun evening on the town, so She said, and ended up after dinner in a sort of sleazy club with ladies of the evening, a few transsexuals back in the shadows, and some underage boys.

She told me and Paul, “Why don’t you two get one of the young boys over there and that gorgeous transsexual and go to a back room and have some fun with them?” She offered to pay for it, so we took Her up on it. Paul selected a boy of around 14 and i selected a young-ish transsexual “lady-boy” as they are called in the Orient, and She gave the manager $500 for us to go have fun with them.

Little did we know that as soon as we were out of sight and off to our back room tryst, She left the club, and went just around the corner to the local constable and reported a “shocking” event that was happening right that moment at this tawdry club around the corner…an actual homosexual orgy right there in front of Her…She was, She declared, a moral woman and She was shocked to find homosexual acts going on right under Her nose!! . She told the constable that She was “a Christian woman and did not condone that kind of un-Christian behavior”. The constable arrived at the club within minutes with several thugs, broke into our room where the four of us were, by that time, all naked and in various stages of arousal, my mouth being on the erect cock of the transsexual and my hands squeezing “her” nice little tits. Paul was fucking the boy, who was whimpering at the size of Paul’s large cock. My wife orders me to insert here this fact: none of us were able to have a climax at that moment; the police came in and arrested us all on the spot before we found any gratification, so we were quite frustrated. They took us all into custody, put us in cuffs, and paraded us out of the club, across the sidewalk outside where my wife was smugly smiling, and into a cold bare-metal paddy wagon. i might also add that my wife is no more “Christian” than Osama bin Laden…in fact, Her only religion, as such, is Her drive to experience all carnal pleasures of the world, and i am sure She won’t mind me saying that.

The jail was just dank cement rooms where the four of us were tossed until the next morning. The next morning we were taken by guards before the Islamic magistrate. The “trial” (such as it was) was conducted in Arabic and i didn’t understand a word. We were given no lawyers, and after the “evidence” was presented and my wife’s complaint read, at the end of it a three-judge panel issued its decree. A guard who spoke some English told us what was to be done.

The boy was to be let go after receiving 20 lashes, because he was young and it was thought he might turn from his ways. The transsexual was ordered to be castrated, which pleased ‘her’ greatly, as ‘she’ had planned to do that anyway, and now ‘she’ was going to get a free surgery. After a brief inspection by a female Chinese non-Muslim doctor (Muslim women would never be allowed to perform this kind of duty), she reported to the officials that i was already castrated, so that penalty was not available to them…and then they considered cutting off my pathetic little penis as punishment, but the female doctor told them that it was medically unsafe and that i might bleed to death. The doctor, in front of the tribunal, pulled on latex gloves and examined my shriveled dicklet and, suppressing a laugh, said it was not worth cutting off, and that being castrated that i could receive no pleasure with it… so my sentence was reduced to 40 lashes. My wife, it turned out later, was disappointed that i didn’t get the penectomy, She says She would love to see me completely smooth down there, but alas, that’s what the State had decided. i fear that maybe someday She may attempt to fulfill Her wish to have my little dicklet removed, and in truth (despite what the Chinese doctor thought) i do get a little bit of pleasure from it when I’m allowed to play with it while i eat out Her pussy. She tells me as She reads this, “Yes, dear, you SHOULD fear that, i think i may have it cut off someday…but since it still gives you pleasure, i will allow you to keep it…for now.”

Anyway, Paul got the worst of it…he was sentenced to 50 lashes AND to be castrated, a fate he never wanted nor expected. The beauty of it was that Paul was going to be emasculated by official State decree, and my wife could always claim Her innocence in the matter. None of us knew that She had turned us in, and She only told me that later and in secret.

The sentences were carried out in the jail courtyard. The young boy’s arms were tied to an overhead beam, and he screamed like little girls do as he received his 20 lashes, the whip scarring the perfect skin of his back. He twisted and writhed, trying to escape the painful lash, but the guard’s accuracy with the lash was dead on. Then the weeping boy was cut down and let go with an admonition to follow the precepts of Islam and to never again engage in homosexual relations.

Then i was tied in his place. i have to admit that i screamed like a little girl too as i received my 40 lashes, and passed out at one point, but was revived with a splash of cold water and the lashes resumed. God DAMN that was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt, and my back still hurts to this day if it gets too much sun or when i stretch or reach for something…i feel the scar tissue pull, and i will never forget it, just as my wife planned.

Paul’s lashes were pretty much a repeat of my own…he screamed like a little girl too, fainted like me, was revived, and the lashes completed. By now all his pleadings (no doubt over the sentence about being castrated) were reduced to babbling. Paul had been whimpering and pleading with the guards, but they had heard it all before, and even without understanding his English, they apparently knew what he was saying…they just ignored him. And by now he had stopped pleading with them, now he was merely babbling hysterically and was insane with pain and fear, saying…’buh buh buh, no no no no nononono buh bah baaa…” i am sure my Wife enjoyed seeing him reduced to a babbling, pathetic fool, and as it turned out (i found out later) She was permitted to watch discreetly from a second-story window, from where She got to witness it all.

Then the castrations began. The transsexual was stripped of ‘her’ dress and, completely naked, was put on a wooden table, and ‘her’ arms and legs held down by four guards. There was an open brazier over a fire nearby, with red-hot coals in the brazier. The female Chinese doctor, who was apparently trained in such things simply walked over with a bored look on her face, having done this many times and finding no pleasure or uniqueness in it, and with a latex gloved hand lifted the cock out of the way and handed the small thing to a bored Chinese nurse (also non-Muslim) who held it taut and away from the body, then the doctor pulled the testicles (they were quite small) away from ‘her’ body and sliced them off with a quick motion of a large curved knife. She quickly tossed the testicles into the nearby coals, and they sizzled and gave off smoke and the smell of burning meat. The little transsexual screamed a little girl scream from the pain, but the woman doctor took a red-hot iron from the brazier and managed to staunch the bleeding and sewed her up and gave her something for the pain, and then the still-naked transsexual, now a eunuch, was unceremoniously led away, curiously smiling, and leaning on the shoulders of two guards. i think if she could have, she would have tried to seduce the guards right there on the spot, but she had some healing to do before she would be up to fucking again. Again, she was also admonished by the guards to turn away from homosexuality and lead a chaste life. i knew that would never happen.

What i found horrific about the scene was the absolute boredom and nonchalance the guards, the Chinese female doctor, and female nurse showed as they emasculated the lady-boy…they showed nothing, no interest, no fear, no hesitation. They just held him down, grabbed his cock out of the way, pulled out his balls, and cut them off and dropped them into the fire. i was shocked by their lack of bedside manner or humanity; to them it seemed like castrating an animal or something…I’ve never quite gotten over that.

Now it was Paul’s turn….as the guards roughly dragged him to the table, he struggled and tried to fend them off, even though his hands were bound, and now he was babbling hysterically. They quickly and without ceremony had him spreadeagled on the wooden table, which was still slick with the transsexual’s blood…they hadn’t even washed it down. Paul’s legs and arms were spread and pinioned by the same four guards, and the nonchalant Chinese doctor again walked casually over to the table, stood between Paul’s legs and took his cock in her gloved and again handed it to the Chinese female nurse who pulled it tautly up toward his belly button. Then the female doctor quickly grasped Paul’s testicles and roughly yanked them away from his body, causing Paul to scream, and just as quickly she jerked the curved knife through the skin, and then Paul’s balls were in the gloved hand of the nurse, and only a bloody wound remained where they once were at the base of his cock. Again, she dropped the testicles into the fire, next to the other sizzling pair that were already there, and they together gave off lots of smoke and burnt meat smell.

Paul screamed and cried, and he bucked a lot too…apparently the pain of a barnyard-type castration is quite intense. At least i had been castrated humanely and with proper surgical techniques…but Paul was just held down and cut, ugh! He continued to wail and cry over what had just happened to him until he sort of fainted.

Again the Chinese female doctor staunched the blood with the ret-hot iron and gave him something for his pain, and we were both taken back to our cells to recover. Later that day Paul and i were given some plain cotton clothes and released with the admonishment to never return to Mindanao or face very serious consequences. As we left the jail compound, Paul limping from the pain between his legs, my wife was waiting for us. We got in the cab and the driver pulled away.

”Well, boys, did you enjoy your stay at this hotel?” She asked with an amused smile on Her face. While you all were here, I’ve been hearing stories that they have pretty strict laws against the kinds of things you were doing, eh? Tell me, what did they do to you in there?” (It was only later that i would learn that She orchestrated the whole thing, but for now She was acting innocent. You could say that She orchestrated the orchiectomies that had been performed there…She likes that little joke…orchestrating orchiectomies. And i also did not learn until later that She had been given a ringside seat and had watched the entire punishment from that second-story window.)

We both told Her the “awful” news about Paul’s emasculation and about my 40 lashes. She acted shocked and truly concerned…”Oh dear! Oh NO, they didn’t do that to you, DID they? Let me see!!” And as She gazed in pretend shock and horror, Paul pulled his pants down to show his bloody and scorched place where his balls had been…and i pulled up my shirt to show my back with bandages that were oozing blood.

”Oh my GOD, Paul…and you, poor dear (meaning me)…as strict as they are here, it’s a good thing they didn’t cut off your little dickie.” There was almost a wistful tone to Her voice, but i told her, “No, they thought it might be fatal and that it was not worth cutting off.”

She laughed and cackled at that and said, “Well, I have to agree with that…it’s worthless to ME, anyway.”

So that’s how we acquired Paul, our newest house slave. He was not in a hurry to return to his old life now that he had been made a eunuch and he had some physical and emotional adjustments to make, so my Wife offered to let him stay with us “until he got over his emasculation”…but She knew that it would become a permanent position in time. My lovely Wife has that effect on men and particularly eunuchs….what starts out as dominance and their giving up “temporary” control becomes an addiction and they just want more and more…and i have myself to show as evidence. We are both sure that Paul will become addicted to his new status and never want to leave. Maybe someday She will tell him the role She played in his emasculation, but not now…She is saving that for a time when it will no longer matter, and Paul will actually appreciate the irony that the Woman he services was actually responsible for him being made into Her eunuch.

So my advice to men who want to stay intact is to avoid the Middle East and other Third World places where your sexcapades might cost you dearly, and also avoid Women like my Wife, who are only too happy to relieve you of your masculinity. Of course, if that is what you actually seek, then you should be able to fulfill your fantasy with no problems.