When I read the story about "Mandy’s Best Castration" I couldn’t believe it! I was amazed, but not shocked, because a similar thing happened to me at her hands. I’m surprised that she didn’t make mention about her previous escapades to the man she recently castrated and did the glansectomy on. I know for a fact that she’s done several different slice jobs to a lot of different guys, me being one of them. Thankfully my penis remains intact, but my balls and scrotum are gone. She took them and I let her, she’s such a seductress. She has a way about her that you just melt under her charm. I can’t explain it better then that. She bewitched me and lured me into her lair and I couldn’t force myself away from her. Her short blond hair and pierced nipples, her coy fish breast tattoo’s, they were all too much for me to bear. I couldn’t resist her and gave her what she cherished most. Here’s my story, but be careful. Rabid Ink in southern Penna. is easy to find, but it’s not easy to leave, and most men who meet Mandy, leave without some prized possessions.

I saw the sign, "Rabid Ink" tattoos & piercings and since I was considering another tattoo, I thought why not. On the door there was another sign that said, "Forty-five bucks, any piercing, including the jewelry." "Wow," I said to myself, "that’s cheap, I wonder how much the tattoo’s are?" There were several people inside and Mandy was working on a guy’s arm, giving him a biker type tattoo. She looked up when she saw me and said, "Look around, there are books on the stand to your left with pictures of my work inside. So for the next ten minutes I flipped through the books, there were the standard type piercings and some really great tattoos. Mandy was a great artist, but nothing tickled my fancy. About that time Mandy finished and once the guy thanked her and paid, she came over to me and asked me if I had found anything yet. I said, "Not really, but you’re a great artist!" "Why thank you dear," she said. "I try to be the best. What are you looking for?" "Well," I told her, "something really unique and different." Mandy asked me, "Where are you thinking about getting this tattoo?" I said, "That’s a good question, I’m not really sure." "Well," Mandy replied, "I’ve got a book of tattoo’s and other things that I keep in my desk that you can look at. I keep it in my desk because I don’t want the High School kids to see it, it’s pretty risqué, but you’re old enough to see it. But I’ve got to warn you, I’ve done some unusual things besides tattoos & piercings. Let me get it for you, unless you’re not interested?" "No, no, I’m interested," I told her. "Great!" she said. "Follow me." So I followed Mandy to her desk, already I was seduced by her charm. She reached inside one of the drawers and pulled out a rather large and heavy binder, handed it to me and asked me to take it into the back room, so I did. On the very first page there was a picture of a man’s dick, with a tattoo of "Superman" on the tip. That was unusual and neat, I thought to myself. I flipped over and on the next page there was a woman getting her mons tattooed with a cat licking it’s lips and the picture below that showed her getting her outer labia’s pierced. What was unusual was that this woman’s labia were apparently each cut twice. Like someone took a pair of scissors and just cut two horizontal slices into each labia lip. She must have had them cut sometime before, because they were healed and looked delicious. Mandy was putting large rings into each of these cut pieces and the final pictures had four large rings hanging from each outer labia. I was now so fascinated that I couldn’t stop. I kept leafing through the pages at the unique and extreme piercings and tattoo’s. One that really caught my eye was that of a man’s penis, split completely in half. I wondered to myself, "Who would get their penis split in half?" Mandy was piercing each half and putting several smaller rings up and down the shaft into them. When she was finished, his penis sections shined with chrome. It was way cool, though I wondered if he could get an erection or erections? Then I flipped over to a man who only had a penis, I swear! His balls and scrotum were gone. I wondered if he was born that way or if he had had an accident and lost them. Mandy was tattooing the bear spot where his balls should have been. The finished picture showed the tattoo, it said, "Eunuch," in bold red letters. That was bizarre. I wondered what kind of man would want to have "Eunuch" tattooed where his balls were supposed to be? Next I stopped at a picture of a pretty petite Goth girl pictured with her legs spread. There was another close up picture of her pussy and it was completely bald and her labia, at least the outside of them were totally dark black! "Mandy must have tattooed them," I thought to myself. The next picture showed Mandy tattooing this girl’s mons area. You could see her budding clit sticking out, but barely. The final picture blew me away. It was a picture of an erect penis tattooed on her stomach, but it looked like it was protruding out of the top of her vagina! It looked so lifelike, I thought it was a real penis. How many women have a tattooed penis coming out of their vagina? Apparently this little Goth girl wanted a dick for her own and Mandy obliged. I shivered at the next picture, a redheaded woman was sitting up, and her pierced nipples were pulled together with a chain, no big deal, seen it before, but what shocked me was that it looked as if a penis had been sewn onto the top of her vagina. You knew it was a real penis because sitting next to the redhead was a man without a penis. He seemed out of it and for good reason. All that remained was a bloody stump and a little green band. I thought to myself, "This can’t be real, somebody is trying to trick me." In the next picture the redhead was standing up and the penis that was sewn onto her hung down over her vagina. It was the wildest looking thing. The last picture had the redhead holding her penis and stroking it. Was this real or not? I decided to ask Mandy when she came back.

I flipped through a few more pages and stopped at a page with a series of pictures. The first picture showed a man sitting in a chair with his hairless balls exposed. In the second picture a metal arm of some kind was between his legs. On the end of the metal arm was a flat square surface, about the size of a 3 ½ inch floppy disc and quite a few clothes pin like clamps. The third picture showed that Mandy had taken the man’s scrotum and had stretched it across the flat square surface, it was held in place by more then ten clamps. His balls were pushed up as far as they could go under his penis. Mandy was rubbing some type of cream on his scrotum, I supposed to help it stretch, and it was stretched tight, like the surface of a drum. The fourth picture showed Mandy tattooing his extremely stretched sac. And the final picture on that page showed the final results while it was still stretched tight. Mandy had tattooed an intricate design with curvy weaves that covered his entire stretched scrotum. They were multicolored with bright gold, bronze and maybe some copper. His scrotum looked like a gilded ornate masterpiece. "Mandy is a true artist," I said to myself. "He must have been proud." I flipped the page and there were more pictures of the same tattooed scrotum, only this time it was free from the confines of the clamp. The man was standing up and Mandy was holding his penis out of the way so that whoever took the picture could get a clear shot. Even then it looked really special, the skin had tightened up and you couldn’t see the intricate design as much, but I was still amazed that you could turn a man’s scrotum into a fine work of art. I knew then and there that that’s what I wanted. I flipped through a few more pages, and then I saw a small tab marked, "jewelry bags." I flipped to it and there were about a dozen small pictures of these ornately colored little change purses, that’s what they looked like to me any ways. Some had zippers to close them, some were a little bigger then the others, but they all looked as if Mandy had designed them, because I recognized the curvy weave pattern and the gold colors. "Maybe," I thought, "she’s making these & selling them on the side." I turned to the very next page and then Mandy walked back in. She said, "Hi, did you find anything yet? I said, "You’ve done some exceptional work, I’m amazed! And yes I did fine something!" "Great!" Mandy replied. "What would like?" I said, "I want what he got," and I flipped back to the man with the gilded scrotum. "Really," Mandy said? "That’s one of my favorite tattoo’s, I out did myself on that one." I said, "It’s really great, I like it a lot." " Me too," Mandy replied. "How much will it cost me?" I asked. "It’s a $200.00 tattoo." "That’s not bad ," I told her. "When can we start?" Mandy said, "Well, it’ll take about two hours, and I’m booked for the night, but if you could be here by noon tomorrow, I could do it then." I told her I’d see her at noon and started to walk away, but then I remembered the redhead with the penis. I turned around and said, "Hey Mandy, there’s a redhead in some of your pictures who looks as if she’s had a man’s penis sewn onto her vagina, is that for real or did someone doctor those pictures?" Mandy smiled and said, "The pictures are authentic. The redhead made a bet with the man that she could beat him at arm wrestling. If he won, she promised to be his sex slave for a year, if she won he promised to give her anything she wanted. She wanted his penis for her own. So when she beat him in front of a bunch of their friends, they all drove over here and asked me to assist. So I banded his penis and cut it off for $500.00 dollars. She asked me to sew it onto the top of her vagina and that’s what I did. She was disappointed though, she assumed that she could make it get big & hard, but try as she may, it just flopped around. Finally she took the stitches out and gave it back to the man. His friends took him to the hospital. I haven’t seen them since." "Wow," is all I could say. Mandy spoke up and said, "See you at noon?" "Yeah, sure," I replied.

I called off work and spent the morning doing some work in the garage. I finally stopped and got cleaned up and made my way over to Rabid Ink. The door was locked so I rang the bell and Mandy invited me in. She was dressed in a revealing blouse and she was wearing the tightest pants. I could see that her breasts were tattooed, but I couldn’t tell what it was. She had great curves, but her short blond her and hot red lips were to die for. She escorted me to the back and asked me to take off my pants and underwear. I was a little embarrassed, but Mandy made me feel comfortable. She told me to sit up on the table and as soon as I did Mandy swung a metal arm around and under my legs. She was able to position the metal plate perfectly under my scrotum. Mandy finally looked at my sack and penis and said, "Well, you’ve got a nice big package! How long is that thing?" I said, "Well, it’s only about 4 inches soft and a little over 6 inches hard." "I would have thought longer," Mandy replied. About that time my member decided to take on a life on it’s own. "Oops," Mandy said, "I guess I’ve said too much." I apologized, but Mandy giggled and said, "That’s alright, I like to watch them grow and they usually do that when I put on the Emla Cream." "The what?" I asked her? "It’s a special cream that numbs the skin. It makes the tattooing less painful." She took out a tube of something and began to massage my balls. Then she pulled on them and stretched them out. Finally she said, "It takes about 15 minutes for the numbness to set in, so while we wait, let’s talk about your tattoo. Do you want one exactly like the man in the picture?" she asked. "Hmm," I said, "No, not exactly." "Do you have anything in mind?" she asked me. Finally I blurted out, "Why don’t you do whatever you like." "Really," Mandy replied. "Yeah," I stupidly said, "Whatever suits your fancy." "Wow, that’s great, she replied. "I have a customer; I mean a custom design that will look really cool." "Go for it," I told her. Then I asked her, "How many of these have you done?" Mandy smiled back, "Oh, almost 50 I think, their high in demand." Then she said, "Oh, before we begin you have to sign this agreement that says you won’t sue me if things don’t turn out the way you like. I can’t take chances, even though I haven’t messed up in years." "Fine," I replied and signed a piece of paper without even reading it. "Great," and then Mandy said, "I’m going to force your balls up into the cavity of your pubic bone, it’ll hurt a little, but I need to do this so that I can have complete assess to my bag." "I mean your scrotum," she said. "Alright," I replied. And then Mandy took hold of my sack with one hand and with the other hand, she forced my balls up into my pubic cavity. She held them in place with her one hand and then pulled my sack from about the middle, and stretched it over the small metal plate. She asked me, "Do you feel anything?" "Not really," I replied. "Good, because I’ve got to hook it in place and it can be a little pain-ful." And with that she stretched my scrotum over the end of the plate and I felt a slight pinch. Then she proceeded to pull and stretch my scrotum, clamping it down, until the whole plate was covered. Mandy said, "Your scrotum is really elastic, it’s perfect for this type of tattoo." About this time I heard a female voice cry out, "Mandy?" To which she yelled out, "I’m in the back with a customer." A few seconds later a twenty something woman stepped in, "Oops," she said and turn around. Mandy asked me, "Do you mind if she watches?" "I thought about it for a second and said, "No, it’s alright." Then Mandy introduced her sister to me. She said this is Candy, she reached over and shook my hand. (I learned later that this was all planned). I shook her hand and she said, "Nice package, what kind of tattoo are you getting?" I replied, "I’m leaving it up to Mandy." Candy looked at her sister and nodded while also giving her a wicked smile. "Well," Candy said. "She the best." At that moment Mandy said, "I’ve got to stretch this a little tighter. It might be a little uncomfortable, but it’s necessary. I’m going to pump this arm up which will stretch it further." And with that the metal arm moved upwards another inch. It pulled me up from the table a little. My scrotum was stretched further then it ever had been in it’s life. Mandy asked, "Are you alright?" I replied, "Yeah, it’s alright." Then she told me to lie back and get comfortable, she picked up her needle and when to work. Candy stood and watched, and I closed my eyes and started to fantasize about her. She was pretty and had a nice body. I pictured her sucking my penis, taking it in and bringing me off. A few seconds later, I felt a hand on it. I opened my eyes and it was Candy’s hand. She said, "I couldn’t resist. I have a penis fetish. I’m kind of obsessed with them. Do you care if I examine it," she asked? "What do you say to a woman who’s holding your penis in her hand? I said, "Sure, go ahead." Mandy looked up and giggled. She said to her sister, "Be gentle Candy, he’s a paying customer." Candy just grinned and took her fingers and caressed my penis, up one side and down the next. A few drops of pre-cum escaped and dripped down from the tip and landed on my stomach. Candy quickly noticed and said, "Did I do that?" She took her finger and dipped it in the pre-cum. Slowly she pulled her finger away and a sticky stream followed it for a few second’s, broke away, but she brought it to her lips and stuck up her tongue. With her tongue she licked the pre-cum carefully off her finger, and then finally she stuck her finger in her mouth, and pulled it out. All the while she did this she was looking into my eyes. It was more then I could have even dreamed, but it wasn’t over. Candy leaned down to my stomach and sucked the rest of my pre-cum away. Then she turned her face toward me, smiled, turned her face toward my hard member, and slurped it into her mouth. She was slow and deliberate. She knew what she was doing, she savored it and tasted every inch. To her it was fine dining at it’s best. Candy enjoyed this and wanted more and more of it. But I couldn’t contain myself, I tried to hold back, but this human vacuum cleaner was stronger then me, I told her, "Candy, please stop, I’m about to cum." She stopped, looked at me with an evil grin and said, "Don’t tell me what to do, sucking you off is power. I’m in control, if I want you to orgasm, I’ll make you orgasm." With that she sat back on her heals, unbuttoned her shirt, and exposed the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. "Like these?" she said. There going to make you explode. She knelt down and swung them back and forth over my head. Then she said, "Kiss them, but be gentle." So I caught one with my hand and kissed it. And then the other. She was right, they would make me explode. Candy moved back down to my penis and said, "I’m in control, watch!" And with that she gently kissed my penis and then she engulfed it in one quick movement. She started to suck hard and I lost it. I thought she’d let go like most women, but she kept on sucking until she had extracted every last drop. I was spent and so was my dick. Candy sat up, smiled and said, "It’s so exhilarating to have that kind of power over a man." What would you give me to have me do that to you again & again? All I could say was, "Anything you want!" "Really," Candy replied. I said, "Really." I was thinking that she’d want money or something material, but she had something else in mind. Mandy was still working away, cool as a cucumber. Candy looked down at her work and said, "Hey, remember the women like the color red. . ." She stopped what she was saying and changed the subject. That’ll look really great when she’s finished, you’ll have to show it off. Have you ever been to a nude beach?" "No," I replied. "Can we take you and show you off?" "You want to show me off?" I said. "Yes, but especially Mandy’s handiwork. By showing off your tattooed scrotum, she’ll get more business." (I learned later that this was another ploy and trick to charm me into giving them what they cherished most). "What will I get out of it?" I asked. Candy said, "More of what you just got!" Stupidly, like a lamb going to the slaughter, I said, "Well then count me in." It’s true that women have power over men, just through sex. After a few more minutes Mandy announced, "There, it’s finished! Go ahead and sit up!" What I saw was fantastic. Candy said, "Wow sis, that’s just what I was looking for." That was a strange thing to say, but by tattooed scrotum did look great. It was a like a Navajo Indian design, with bright gold, red, black, and some other colors. I liked it more then the guy who had the curvy weave design in the picture. "Thanks Mandy," I said. She turned to me and said, "Thank you! You were great to work on." Then she released the clamps and put a dressing on it. She said, "Give it a few weeks and stop back in." Candy said, "Can I have your phone number?" "Sure," I told her and I wrote it down. I thanked them again and left. I was so enthralled with what happened, it was the best experience of my life. I couldn’t wait to see them both again.

About a week later Candy called and asked how I was doing. I told her fine and the tattoo was healing up great. She told me that they were planning on going to a nudist beach on the 4^th of July, which was three weeks away and they wanted to know if I’d join them. She told me, "I’ll make sure you don’t forget it!" How could I refuse, I asked her where I should meet them and they told me at the shop. Candy said, "One last thing, make sure you shave down there." "Alright I told her," and said goodbye. It was a tough three weeks, but finally the day came. I showed up early and helped load our van. It was about 5 hours to the beach, but I was glad to have the time with them. Both of them were wearing skimpy bikinis and their tattoos were jumping out of there tops. We talked and laughed about a lot of things. Finally Mandy said, "When we get to the beach, we’ll walk up and down for a while and show off my art work. Then we’ll lay out in the sun. Some women might want a close up view of your tattooed scrotum, but don’t be embarrassed, it’s part of the business." "It’s o.k. with me, if it’ll help you," I said. So that’s what we did. As soon as we parked, the girls stripped. I ogled them with my mouth hanging open for several minutes. I couldn’t help but get an erection. They both giggled when they saw it and said, "The women will like that. They’ll know you’re new too." They each took an arm and we walked naked together down to the beach.

We walked up and down the beach and Mandy showed me off to several different women. Some of them got down on their knees and looked good and hard. Mandy would move my penis out of the way for them, though a few times it got out of the way on it’s own. She gave them her business cards and asked them to call if they were interested. Another couple was walking towards us. The woman was only wearing a hat and a chain around her waist with something hanging down from it in front . She had large beautiful breasts and a shaved pussy that glistened in the sun. As we got closer, I could see that her breasts were tattooed and that the small pouch that was hanging from the chain was very colorful. About this time, Candy ran out to them and started talking to the woman. When we got up close, I noticed that the man had a very small and shriveled penis. I thought to myself, "There are some women with clitorises bigger then that. I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t have any balls and then I saw it, "Eunuch." This was the man from Mandy’s pictures. I wanted to ask him about what happened, but Candy introduced me at this time and we shared pleasantries and walked away. As we turned to walk I also noticed that the pouch the woman was wearing had disappeared. Once we got a few feet away from them, I turned to Mandy and said, "That’s the guy in your book, isn’t it?" Mandy smiled and said, "Yes, and that’s his wife." "What happened to his balls," I asked "Well," she said. "He was having an affair and got caught. His wife came from a wealthy family. She told him that unless he agreed to be castrated, she’d divorce him and he’d lose his plush existence." So who castrated him? Candy yelled out, "Mandy did." "You castrated him?" I asked. "Yes, it’s quick and easy. No big thing." "No big thing," I said? It’s a big thing for any man to lose his jewels. Mandy said, "Listen, he deserved it and got what was coming to him." "Well," if he allowed it I guess it’s o.k." About that time Mandy said, "Here’s a good spot, so we put down our blanket and towels and I set up the umbrella. We had chairs but Mandy said, "They won’t be able to see my work as well if you’re sitting." So I laid out with just my sunglasses on and Candy laid next to me. Soon I felt her rubbing suntan lotion all over me, and then on my penis and balls. She said, "Don’t want them to get burned." Then Mandy said, "Why don’t you do something with that erection Candy, I don’t want people to think were new be’s at this." So Candy reached out, took my erection in her hands and started to pump me. Some younger women stopped to watch, I was initially embarrassed but Mandy told me to relax. So I relaxed. Candy was an artist too. She loved my penis and showed off to all the girls and women who watched, how to bring a man off. A few of the younger teens sat on the end of the blanket. When Candy sucked on my pole they giggled and then she brought it out and offered it to them, but their were no takers. Finally Candy let go of it with her mouth, swung her legs around me so that she straddled me facing the audience. She moved forward with her knees and grabbed my erect member. She quickly pushed the tip into her vagina and started to rotate in little circles. The young women were amazed. Just as quickly she got off and taking my penis in her hand she pushed it forward so that it stuck straight up and started to milk me. She squeezed my testicles and pumped my dick and I moaned. It was like a volcanic eruption, cum spewing out all over the place. The young women clapped and thanked Candy for the display. I was spent and fell asleep. I was awakened by a pinch to my tattooed scrotum. A woman who I guessed to be in her 40’s was lifting my balls looking at my scrotum. Finally she asked to talk to Mandy and they walked away together out of hearing distance. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but later I would remember it. Mandy came back smiling and whispered something into Candy’s ear. "Really Mandy," she said, "That much, wow!" It started to get late and we decided to leave. We drove home and I went to bed happier then I’d ever been.

A few days later Mandy called and asked if I’d stop in around 7pm, if I wasn’t doing anything. I could never refuse her. She was such a temptress and so beautiful. I got there a few minutes before and sat down while she finished a piercing. At 7pm she put the "Closed" sign in the window and asked me to come into the back room. She got me a drink and said, "Thanks for going to the beach with us, it made my day. I have a customer who’d like to see your tattoo. She’s interested in getting one for her husband." "No problem," I told her. "Good! She’ll be here any minute. Could you get undressed and lay back on the table?" So I took off my pants and underwear, hopped up on the table and waited. I started to get really tired and try as I may, I couldn’t stay awake. I passed out on the table. A splash of water woke me up. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t. I tried to talk, but something was in my mouth. I was awake, but I was groggy and numb. Finally I was able to focus and standing in front of me was Candy, Mandy, and another woman who seemed familiar. Mandy said, "You were so easy, I almost couldn’t believe it." "Easy," I mumbled. "Mandy said, let me explain. My sister and I make and sell jewelry bags; human male scrotum jewelry bags. There all the rag on the nude beaches. We’re getting 5 grand for yours. This is the lady I talked to on the beach, she’s the one who’s buying yours." My eyes got wide and I was scared. "You signed a contract stating that you agreed to give your balls and sac to me." "I did?" I said to myself. "You even chose the very thing I usually have to convince men to get. You were great. We showed my work off to hundreds of women and now I’ve got a buyer. Her name is Jill and she’s going to remove her bag herself, with my assistance." "What," I pleaded with my eyes. "Your balls belong to me, Manded said." Just to be fair, Candy will help bring you to orgasm one last time. And with that Candy mounted me, and worked her way down my shaft. Her tight little pussy was more then I could stand. She knew how to get me to come and within two minutes I shot my load. Candy looked at me and said, "Your last orgasm, and you didn’t even last 5 minutes. You deserve to be castrated. And with that they pushed the back of the table up, locked it in place so that I was sitting up. Now I could watch, what they were doing. "First," Mandy told Jill, "were going to band his balls and sac, we’ll put this band up as close to his body as possible to ensure we get as much of your jewelry bag that we can." And with that Mandy took a strange instrument with prongs on the end. She fitted a small round circle on the prongs and squeezed the handles in my face. The small round circle opened up wide. Then I watched as she placed it under my balls. With her other hand she grabbed my scrotum and balls and pulled them through the circle. She pushed the instrument to the base of my penis, and asked Jill to pull and stretch my sac with all her might. Jill grabbed them and pulled them hard, and then I saw Mandy hold the small band and pull the instrument away. I couldn’t feel much except a slight pinch. "Oh that’s great," Mandy said. "Were going to get 98 % of this jewelry bag. Now were ready. For a clean straight cut, we can use these loppers or scalpel. It’s up to you Jill, your going to do the honors! "Really," Jill replied. "I was going to ask you if I could. I’ve always wanted to castrate a man." "Well, now’s your chance." Jill said, "Those loppers are neat, I’d like to use them." Mandy picked them up, disinfected them, and handed them to Jill. Then she showed her how to use them. Finally she told Jill, it’s really exciting if you squeeze the handles slow and catch them in a bowl. "Oh, that does sound exciting, I’m afraid I’m going to have to sit down." Candy got her a chair and said, "Oh, you poor thing. It’s alright, it’s normal. Don’t be embarrassed Jill, most of the women who do this get really excited. Most have the biggest orgasm’s of their life when they snip a man’s balls off." "Oh, thanks, I think I’m close to cuming." "Well," said Mandy, "Then do it." "Put the lopper blades right under the band and squeeze. So that’s what she did. I watched her position the blades and then I heard Candy sweetly encouraging her, "Squeeze them Jill, castrate him, it’s your jewelry bag, take it!" And with that Jill squeezed and I watched my balls fall off." Jill dropped the loppers on the floor and cried out over and over, "I’ve done, I’ve got my bag." She moaned and moaned and then she ripped off her skirt and underwear. She looked at Mandy and said, "I want to ride him, I want to have sex with the man I castrated." Candy said, "He’s not erect, let me get him erect." So she reached over and took my soft penis into her mouth. Soon it was standing up tall. Candy said, "Now it’s ready Jill, ride your castrated man." Jill climbed up and tried to take my erect member into her slit. It was tight, Jill was either a virgin or something was wrong with her pussy. Finally she said, "I haven’t had sex in five years, it’ll take me some time." Mandy looked at Jill and said, "Can I help you?" "Yes," Jill said, "anything you can do." Mandy got the bowl and held up my scrotum, my sac, in front of her. It’s a beauty and you cut it free." "Yes I did, didn’t I, I castrated him. I cut it off." With just those few words and the sight of my scrotum, Jill plunged her cunt down my shaft and exploded in another orgasm." She laid on top of me for a minute or two and then Mandy & Candy helped her off and she got dressed. She asked Mandy, "When will my jewelry bag be ready?" Mandy replied, "In a few weeks. I’ve got to tan it and preserve it. I’ll call you when it’s ready." "Thanks," Jill replied. "See you in a few weeks. And then she left. Mandy turned around and said, "Remember the guy on the beach with the word, "Eunuch" tattooed where his balls should have been? I’m going to make the same tattoo on you. His wife wears her jewelry bag around her waist, do you remember seeing it? Maybe you remember this one? Mandy held up the curvy weave gold gilded scrotum that I admired from her book, only now it was a change purse, that’s what I call it. Then Mandy said, "I’m going to seal and cauterize the remnant of your scrotum so that the ring stays on. It’ll fall off in a few weeks and then I’ll give you your tattoo. Be a good little Eunuch and you’ll get more sex. If not, I’ll remove your penis. Mandy heated a knife and brought it up to where my balls and scrotum once hung. She pushed it hard against it and the smell of burning flesh nauseated me. She put a dressing on it and I got dressed, though still groggy I drove home. Mandy calls me from time to time and takes me to the beach to show all of her friends that she’s got a nice little Eunuch.