But I have started my story at the end, so to speak, how remiss of me. I should start at the beginning, were all good things begin. My mistress is a woman who is now, how do I put it politely? In her late youth, but still a striking woman, beautiful even, if you will. Her late husband passed away some years ago now, for he was much older than she, and she is of course a healthy woman with a healthy woman’s appetites.

I came to her household as a young man, shortly after her husband’s death. She keeps a small household with only a few slaves, and I had many duties when I first arrived. Because of my youth, and I believe in my vanity my good looks, she clearly took a liking to me, and I still recall the day when I was ordered to bathe and go to her room in the early evening. I was, as I say, still young and very un-wise in the ways of women and indeed love-making in general. I cannot believe that my first fumbling efforts were particularly pleasing to my mistress. It is the case, however, that she persevered with me. She was never a woman given much to conversation and it was clear that she required one thing from me, and one thing only. I did my best in this department, but it was the case that I was not able to perform for as long as she would like. Given that this was so, I should not have been surprised, although I confess that I was, when one day after my, alas too short labours, she produced a device, being a phallus, which she invited me to strap to myself and perform again. You may imagine my humiliation, but I did as I was bid.

Our circumstances continued in this vein for some time. I began gradually to learn how to please her, but alas, I also became complacent, nay let me say it, proud. I began to forget the true nature of the relationship, she the mistress and I the slave. This was unwise, for one day in my pride, after performing upon her, I became involved in an argument with her, about some trifling matter that I now forget. In my temerity I left her presence without being dismissed. This was a mistake in my manners and my understanding which I have learned to regret ever since.

The very next day I was told to report to the kitchens of the house, where I saw a man that I had never seen before. He was accompanied by two slaves of great stature who seized me, stripped me, and lay me spread-eagled across a table. I realised then that the stranger was a cutter, and while I was held down by strong arms he proceeded swiftly to pull down my testicles in their sack and with one swift strike of his knife severed them from my body. I can still hear my screams ringing in my ears and feel the terrible pain as the wound was cauterised with a branding iron. Mercifully, I became unconscious from the pain, and woke up sometime later alone in my room. I cannot describe my emotions when I realised what had happened and my new status. I was now a eunuch, emasculated at the order of my mistress. Oh how bitterly I regretted my pride and foolishness in crossing her. I turned from pity to rage but gradually to resignation. After all, what could I, a mere slave, do about the situation. My body belonged to my mistress and she could alter it if you so wished, indeed she had, to my lasting regret.

I realise now I was fortunate. The cutter she had employed knew his business. Many such castrations result in infection and death. I could, if you can believe it, count myself lucky, and in time my body healed but with an ugly scar where my manhood had been, topped by my now wizened and shrunken penis. It was common knowledge that I was now a eunuch. Indeed the rest of the household took much delight in it, old scores were repaid and my humiliation was complete. I spoke to some others in my unfortunate state and believed from speaking to some of them that I might possibly retain some powers of erection. Alas this proved not to be the case and no amount of stimulation could return my shrivelled penis to its former engorged state.

I had resigned myself to a life of menial tasks about the house, sexless and the butt of jokes from all the entire males in the household and the females too. This was particularly the case with the new young male slave my mistress had picked to replace me. The humiliation of seeing him called to my mistresses room was compounded by being told to attend as well. To my surprise, my mistress appeared to hold no grudge, feeling that her actions in having me gelded had settled the matter and any disagreement was now in the past. Thus it is that I came to witness at first hand the feeble efforts of my successor. I saw in his pathetic attempts the re-creation of my own endeavours of some years before. However, I had not been called to attendance merely to observe. I was there to clean my mistress of his emissions and then to stimulate the young slave with my mouth so that he could perform again upon my mistress. Throughout all this I now had no sexual feeling myself, I remembered what it had been like, but could not again achieve that feeling. All my actions were entirely mechanical. Yet in this I found a certain pleasure, I took pride in getting the young man to stand again and pride in cleaning my mistress and using my tongue to give her pleasure.

In time my mistress again made me don the phallus and use it upon her as if I myself was still an entire male. Again, I took pride in my performance, and as I no longer had any feelings myself in the matter I concentrated all my efforts on pleasing my mistress and touching her here, there and wherever she was stimulated. Of course, without the distraction of my testicles I could perform with my fake phallus for as long as she required and did so frequently at her request.

The young male who had supported me, I believe, found my mistress enjoying my attentions again, irksome, and it must have been that he said as such to my mistress, for one day I heard his screams from the kitchens and knew that another had joined my little clan as a gelding.

You, my dear readers, should not be surprised at this turn of events. Did I not say that I feared for my young successor. For why now did my mistress have need of him, when she had my own services again, but this time as a tireless and persistent, even perfect lover.