|
Michael was unsure why he was summoned. Although he was used to kneeling naked before her empty throne, he never really got used to it. Strange, a flogging from Goddess Elizabeth could be transcendental. An uncomfortable pose in a cold room was just, well, uncomfortable...... He knew to avert his eyes as she flowed into the room. He could tell by her step she was in a good mood. This was not necessarily a good thing. Michael had been allowed to stay in Elizabeth's house for three months. His status was indeterminate. Houskeeper? Pet? Or something else...... He came to her originally to indulge in a castration fetish...Not the real thing. He enjoyed the fear of castration. The risk. The danger. He most definitely did not want the reality. No matter what was said...No matter what happened during the scene... There was to be NO real damage. NO castration. Fantasy Only.... But he had to believe, at least a litle bit, that she might do it for real...That she wanted to, and only barely constrained herself...... His favorite variation was one in which she attempted to get him to agree to let her castrate him - to let her decide. "I probably won't" she would say - "But you have to agree to let me decide. To give me that power over you..." Sometime she would succeed, through seduction or torture.. to get him to agree....But as long it was fantasy only...there was no real danger........and the edge was missing..... Later they agreed, that in addition to a 'safe' word that would immediately end the fantasy scene, they would also include an 'unsafe' word..... Once the 'unsafe' would was used, they were playing without a net.....Now, if she could get Michael to agree, she really did have the power to decide....She could really do it...... But today seemed different...... Elizabeth spake thus.... "In the Old Testament, God commanded Issac to sacrifce his only son, to prove his love....." Michael did not like the sound of where this was going..... "I am not so cruel" she smiled....... Elizabeth explained that she could do better. She was offering Michael the chance to submit to her. To worship her. To be owned by her. Naturally however, she must have some small token to demonstrate Michael's sincerety.... "You must agree to be castrated". Elizabeth stood and pointed to a table in the corner of the room. The implements on top were covered by a dark blue cloth - but Michael knew what they were. His mouth was dry. His hands trembled. His stomach turned and his testicle began to ache.... "Remove the cover" He did. Elastrastor. Burdizzo. Castration Knife. Handcuffs...... "You must make a choice now". Elizabeth explained that she had her doubts about Michael's undestanding of the nature of submission. She was not convinced that he was capable of it. "Do you see me as object of worship - or desire?" she asked...... "Perhaps agreeing to emasculation will be proof enough of your sincerety." She stared intently in his eyes. "However you may be more useful, as a eunuch in any case..." Elizabeth sipped her tea and pondered this possibility. Slowly she stood up and walked across the room....Michael was trembling as Elizabeth slowly circled around him,her breath dancing on his sweaty skin...... "Or maybe" she whispered, "I'll cut them off - just because I can...." Abruptly she marched back to her throne and reclined, eyeing Michael thoughtfully......After several minutes of silent, she began to speak again..... "If you wish, you may leave now. I've packed you things. You'reth free to go." "But if you leave, you can never come back. Never see me again." She gave Michael a few moments to digest this... "Or, you can take those handucffs and secure you wrist behind your back." "I will interpret that action as irrevocable submission......" Michael slowly walked over to the table and picked up the handcuffs. He easily closed one cuff around his left wrist. Strangely, his trembling began to subside.It was a bit more difficult to get both hands behind behind his back and postion the other cuff so that it could - with one more motion - lock around his other wrist as well. The room was very still.... He made a little gasp when the handcuff click closed.......
|