I was told that I should get used to just lying still for a few days.  The pain was steady and was not going away for a while.  All I had was ice bags for it.  This was not a hospital and there was no way I could get medicine for pain.  They had burned the stump with a hot iron sometime after I passed out in the house and it looked really ugly.  They said it was necessary only if the band slipped off, otherwise I would probably bleed to death.  There was no way to get me to the hospital and they would not bother anyway.  How could you explain a total emasculation to an emergency room doctor?

I did get warm soup to drink.  I could have all I wanted as often as I wanted.  It seems they were worried about a urinary track infection.  I had a hose in my bladder to pee out of so there were no worries about getting infected from that.  For a few days I was totally sick.  I threw up a lot.  I think that was another reason to have stuff in my stomach.  I asked one of the other servants in training why I felt so bad and he just said “hormones” you will get used to it.  Sometimes I felt like I was burning up.  Other times I was so cold there were not enough blankets. 

I wondered if I was going to die.  The others said it went away in a few days but it did not really go away for months.

After 3 days, 2 servants brought in another unconscious lad.  He looked like I did a few days ago.  He still had his dick though but it was really swollen.  He did not have his balls or scrotum though.  He slept for about 10 hours.

When he awoke he just stared at my crotch.  I guess he felt lucky or something.  I wondered if he knew how sick he was going to feel but he did not say much.  The next morning they came in and inspected both of us and the woman from the barn barked to the servants “Untie it, now it is time to start its training”.

With that, I was freed from the restraints from my arms and legs.  I was lead, naked, into a bathroom that had a wall of mirrors.  It was pretty hard not to notice that something was missing and I was carrying a bag with pee in it.  I was shown how to drain it and told to strap it onto my calf.  The hose was shortened to the exact length for this.  I was not able to shower yet, until the wound healed and was told that takes a few days more or up to 2 weeks to dry up and fall off.  One of the other servants lifted up the flap on its tunic showing me a button shaped scar the size of a quarter.  Someone had tattooed 2 little eyes and a smiley face on it.  It seemed proud of the little decorations though.

I was given a washcloth and soap and cleaned myself up as best I could in the sink and felt a little better after that.  They showed me how to put on a tunic and I found it so embarrassing that there was an inspection flap in the front so I could be checked by anyone that was curious

After my first solid food since Denny’s, I was sat down in the living room and the woman, (her name was Jean) began to explain my new life.  I was to be trained to be an attendant, to assist in bathing, dressing, manicure and all forms of household duties.

She explained the purpose of why I was now the way I am.  You see, if you are a rich older man and you marry a young attractive woman and live in an expensive mansion; getting help can be a very political experience.  If you get a maid, and the wife happens to be shopping, won’t she wonder what the husband is doing?  I mean, he did say he was at the golf course, but he does have a car…  and if the husband is away on business, what is the wife and the butler doing?  Problems.

If the servant was neither, what kind of problems can they cause?  Not only are servants earmarked for personal attendant duties, castrated, but without the penis, there can be no penetration.  That is not to say the tong was going to be removed, but what guy would mind his wife being pleasured orally as long as he did not have to do it? 

That made sense to me.  I was also told that this was not a punishment and that I was not to fear reprisals for poor performance in my training.  There was only one form of punishment here.  If a servant just does not get it, they simply go to sleep one night and wake up in Nevada.  They are fully clothed and have $500.00 in their pocket and are left to deal with their life.

Somehow I found that prospect unacceptable.  I felt it was in my best interest, therefore to do a good job.  Besides, the prospect of spending my days in luxury was somewhat appealing and I could not do anything about my new self anyway.  I might as well make the best of it.  I mean, I was not too happy, but I also was not destined to spend my days on a riding lawn mower with garden sheers like the guy they just brought in either.  It could be worse.

After our chat, she told me her daughter was waiting in the bedroom down the hall and my training would begin.  She got up and collected some things and left for town for the day.  I went to the bedroom down the hall and politely knocked.  She bade me enter so I went in. 

She was sitting there in the bed, with a negligee on, which really did not conceal anything.  I did not feel especially aroused but I was not puzzled by this, as I was adjusting to a new, more quiet, hormonally altered me.  She smiled and looked up at me.  She was playing with the bow that held the bra pieces of her top together, almost in a teasing manor.

“do you still find me attractive”? She asked, pulling the ribbon and allowing the two halves of her top to come apart.  I should surely be feeling something.  I still had a brain.

“I do admire your beauty” I mumbled.

“You do not have to be shy.  Really.  There is no need for that now.  Anything you could do that was wrong is no longer possible.  Draw me a bath.  The water should be exactly 92 degrees.  The tub should be filled to 6 inches from the top and add one quarter of a cup of bubble bath and 3 tablespoons of Melissa oil.  I retired to the bathroom and found the thermometer in the drawer and filled the tub.  I was surprised how intense the Melissa oil was and pleased at the smell and overall feel of the room.  As I got up to go get her, I noticed she was already in the bathroom, smiling and totally naked and seemingly unashamed.

“Well, I am getting into the tub silly, why would I have clothes on?”  she said.

“Am I going to get in trouble for this”?  I pleaded.

“Not unless the water is cold.  You have to learn this, it is part of your job description.  Now bathe me!” She said and got into the tub.

I took a washcloth from the stack of neatly folded ones beside the tub and submersed it and slowly soaped it up.  She leaned forward and I began to slowly wash her back.  She slid forward and rolled her eyes back at me.

“It’s a whole lot easier on your back if you were in the tub, silly” she said

“What?”  I said, perplexed.

“I said you do a better job of that in here” she giggled.

“I can’t I am not healed yet, but aren’t you afraid I would do something wrong?”

“Like what, rape me?  I think it is a little late for that.  And besides, you don’t want to wake up in Nevada do you?”

She did have a point there. She stood up and I soaped her down slowly.  I really was beginning to see the enjoyment a job like this could have.  She was totally beautiful.  After the bath, she let me shave her legs then began teaching me how to do a full body massage.  I did not ever remember spending this much time with my hands so completely on such a beautiful young woman.  I realized how wrong and bad sex can be from a male perspective.  Five minutes and you are done, where is my clothes.  Look what I have been missing all these years.  All of a sudden I realized that the things I was now missing were not so important.  I really enjoyed the feeling I got, watching her melt under my hands.  I liked the way she smelled and just could not stop staring at her.  I knew now that this was the job I was borne to do.