Warning To Story Readers.  The following story is a completely
fictionalized tale about a male being sexually nullified and humiliated
by a female.  If you are offended by such things don't read it.  If
stories like this spark your interest I wish you enjoy it.  Any
resemblance to persons, places, events or anything else is a total
coincidence . . . and a damn odd one at that.  I am interested in
comments, opinions, praise or constructive criticism about any aspect
of
it.










The One I Should Have Let Go
(part. 2)

As she softly held my scrotum Chuck proceeded to slice it open.  I
could
see the whole thing.  One at a time she popped them out, and one at a
time he snipped them free from my body.  She held them to her mouth and
kissed them.  "Bet you didn't feel that kiss", she said mockingly.  I
felt utter shame.  How did I let this happen.  I weeped and weeped. 
Then Chuck spoke out:  "You forgot to thank her for letting you keep
your cock."  Quickly I responded:  "Thank you, Lisa, thank you, thank
you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." 
"Too late", she said. "No", I screamed.  "Yes", she smiled.  And she
added:  "I was just kidding about letting you keep any of it anyway. 
Ha
ha."  Chuck then explained that a very important decision had to be
made
before the shaft was removed.  He said that the most sensitive part of
the male genitalia are the nerves directly under the penis head that
permit orgasms, and that they are the same set of nerves that make up
the female clitoris.  Since Lisa has indicated that I might receive
female genitalia in the future, Chuck needed to know if she wanted this
part of the shaft carefully preserved and left on me so that he could
create a clitoris later on.  Lisa responded with slow determination: 
"No way.  I said I might want him to have a vagina so that he can be
fucked like a woman.  I didn't say I wanted him to enjoy it."  Then
turning to me, she seductively lowered herself over my body, so that I
could see the tops of her breasts and smell her hair, cocked her head,
smirked, and said:  "Your orgasms days are over, young man."

"Shall we proceed", Chuck asked.  Lisa nodded.  As she held my penis he
slowly cut a full circle around the catheter.  "Oh oh oh, can I slide
it
off of him?" she asked.  He nodded.  She pulled my shaft up gently over
the plastic tube and separated the last of my manhood from my body. 
She
kissed it, and taunted:  "Betcha didn't feel that kiss either."  She
looked me in the eye and gave me a gigantic smile.  It was the same
smile she had given me when we first met at the party for her employer. 
We had come full circle.  Chuck followed up by surgically relocating my
urethra and the catheter that held it in place so that I would be able
to urinate like a lady.  Just then Lisa blurted out:  "Oh no.  I forgot
to have him ejaculate one last time to store his seed for future use. 
I
guess you won't be having any kids, Rick."

For the next few weeks I was allowed to recuperate in Lisa's spare
bedroom.  A few days after the operation, she told me that she had sent
"my" letter of resignation to my employer, along with an apology for
having embezzled from the company.  I thus had no job and would have to
depend on her for everything.    During the same period Chuck moved in.  
Every day he checked on my progress.  Physically I was doing fine.  And
every day she came in before going to work, and when she returned at
night, to tease me about what had happened.  She would lightly rub me
between my legs and say stuff like:  "Does that feel good?  If you
still
had it I'd give you a blow-job.  Pleasuring me should be enough for
you. 
And boy am I please with what I've done to you, my little eunuch.  Ha
ha
ha ha ha ha ha." 

Once I fully recuperated Lisa declared that I was to be her full time
servant for as long as she wanted . . . months, years, decades,
forever. 
It was her choice.  Otherwise, she'd throw me out on the street.  From
then on I cooked, cleaned and waited on them for everything.  Chuck and
Lisa had a fantastic sex life with each other, and I was their added
bonus.  When they made love, I'd sometimes lay beneath their organs and
licked one, or both, of them.  I orally serviced them individually
whenever they wanted. Chuck said it was not cheating for me to pleasure
Lisa because I was no longer a man, and Lisa said the same about me
satisfying Chuck because I would never really be a woman.

A few months later Lisa decided that I needed one more level of
humiliation to really make her happy.  That's when she told me that she
wanted all of my other ex-girlfriends, and want-to-be girlfriends, to
see what had become of me. As if she had not shamed me enough.  After
all, she had eliminated my manhood, made me into a slave to her and her
new man, made me lose my job, forced me to swallow cum, and made me
orally service every female she knew.  I meekly protested her latest
plan, but it was no use.  If I did not obey she would throw me out with
no where for me to go.  One by one Lisa began to contact my old flames
and women I had lusted after.  Joanne, the first girl I had kissed in
high school.  Christina, the girl I had lusted after in junior-high but
was too afraid to approach.  Holly, my first real girl-friend.  My
college romances.  My old secretaries and female peers at the
investment
banking firm where I had worked.  Everyone.  Most of them got a great
kick out of it.  Only one of them, Susanne, briefly showed any sign of
disapproval, but then taunted me for having left her. Suzanne said: 
"Big, big mistake leaving me for Lisa.  With me you would have remained
a man".  Some of the girls accepted Lisa's offer to have me orally
service them.  A few of them accepted her offer to have be suck-off
their current boyfriends and husbands.  One of these girls, Cindy, my
former assistant, eagerly asked whether I knew how to suck cock.  Boy
was she excited by the answer being yes.  "Rick sucks cock, Rick sucks
cock, Rick sucks cock," she chanted.  I was mortified.

Within a year of the operation Lisa and Chuck married.  When they
returned from their honeymoon she told him that it was time for me to
have a "vagina".  He performed the surgery that weekend.  As before it
was done with only a local anesthetic, and Lisa was present to taunt me
throughout.  Also present were all of my old girlfriends.  One of them,
Megan said I didn't deserve the pleasure of a penis because I had
callously ignored her calls after we slept together.  She then put a
finger under her skirt, inserted it in herself, brought it to my lips,
and made me taste it, saying:  "This makes me wetter than when you were
inside of me.  I can't wait to have my boyfriend inside of you."  After
the procedure was done and I had physically recuperated, Lisa arranged
for me to be fucked by loads of men.  Strangers, friends, bosses,
clients, the works.  Many of my ex-girlfriends got to provide their new
boyfriends with threesomes with me as the other girl.  Occasionally I
was sold to strangers in bars as a prostitute. 

In the following years, Lisa's secretary quit and I was forced to
become
the new secretary.  She made sure that I was very popular by
encouraging
her male and female collegues to use me however they wished.  When Lisa
finally had children with Chuck, I also became the nanny (nothing
sexual
with the children). 

Lisa often tells me these days:  "If you had been nice to me, you could
have used me like a farm animal for the rest of your life. You'd have
had access to all the money I'm making as a partner in the accounting
firm.  I'd have bore your children.  What a fool you were.  Definitely
your loss."  She's right, and now I'm her eunuch.