Have you ever had the fantasy of having your balls castrated by a beautiful woman? i have, ever since i can remember. There is just something that makes me incredibly excited about the idea of a gorgeous dominant Woman taking my balls off. Sometimes I jerk off about Her taking a sharp knife, grabbing my balls in Her hand and with a quick slice, She castrates me. i imagine the insane amount of pain that would be shooting through my groin. i see Her standing above me smiling, holding my bloody testicles in Her hand and giggling. She stands above me, tells me i will make a better eunuch than a real man. i want to see Her look me straight in my eyes, holding my balls in Her hand, She lifts them up and slowly runs Her tongue along my sack and slips a nut into Her mouth, then spits it out and kisses the sack. She laughs, telling me i should get an ice pack for my nuts, or lack there of.

i lay there crying in pain, holding onto the area that used to have my testicles hanging from it. i have to scramble to find a way to stop the endless bleeding soon, or i won’t live to enjoy the rest of my life as Her sub servant eunuch. i don’t even know if i can get a hard-on after having my balls castrated. i don’t even care. The idea that a Woman has taken the most symbolic part of being a man from man, turning me into Her slave to please and serve Her. Knowing that I will never be able to pleasure a Woman again other than by being a slave boy sends me into a state of bliss. All i have ever wanted is to finally find the Woman that would be able to control my mind, body and soul in every way. i can mentally sacrifice my mind. i can emotionally give Her my soul. There is only one way i could physically show Her my devotion, that is to give into Her demands to castrate me, take my manhood, and treat me little a bitch and a slave. i don’t care if She keeps me, or throws me away. Half of me would want to be Her loving slave for the rest of my life, the other side of me, wants to be used, abused and thrown away like all worthless men should be. I see myself alone, broke, dirty, sleeping in the streets, being spit on as if i’m not deserving to be human.

i go back and forth of wanting the castration to be ritualistic, for it to be publicly humiliating, or to be grabbed, stripped, castrated and thrown into a dark alleyway, left to fend for myself. In the ritualistic manner, i see close friends gathered around. i see a semi-dark lit only by candles. Everyone quietly enters the room, i am lead in on a leash, crawling on all fours by the most beautiful, strong, dominant Woman you could ever imagine. She guides me to an oval shaped table in the center of the room. The table has leather bondage straps built in, and a large ornate knife carefully positioned on it. She has me lay on my back on the table, kisses me gently on my forehead, and slowly starts to buckle the straps binding me to the table. She starts with my hands, and moves to my feet. There are many straps; she buckles them going up my legs, down my arms, and several across my torso. She takes a rope and ties one end around the head of my cock. She holds the other end in her hand, runs her fingers up the length of my torso and puts the other end of the rope in my mouth. She whispers in my ear as She caresses my face and asks me one last time “will i sacrifice my manhood and give Her question-less devotion to Her for the rest of my life”. She tells me that i will never again have the pleasure of feeling a Woman on my cock, i will forever be underneath Her for Her to use, abuse, and to love me like a slave. She stands up, looks around the room to make sure the guests are all watching with their full attention. She climbs up on the table, gets down on Her knees between my spread legs, and wraps Her left hand around my testicles. i am of course clean shaven for Her and this once in a lifetime moment. She picks up the knife, paying special attention that She has a strong, secure grip on the handle. She slowly pulls my testicle toward Her, stretching them out as far as She can. i begin to sweat with anticipation and excitement. i am completely focused on watching Her and i notice the reflection of the candles in the blade of Her knife. She positions the blade underneath my testicles, as She gets ready to make the slice that i will never forget. She glances up at me and sees me smiling back at Her. She cracks a little smirk, and looks down. She tightens Her grip on my testicles, flexes Her right arm, raises up just a little to get the best angle and maximum cutting power. With one quick and powerful slice of the knife upward, She runs the blade of the knife all the way through my scrotum, forever removing my manhood. i bite down on the rope between my teeth, slam my eyes shut in response to the pain, yet i do not let out more than the tiniest whimper of a sound. i have been waiting a long long time for this day, i have mentally prepared myself in every way possible. The reality that i have been made Her slave eunuch has finally come and my happiness over rides the pain that a man would normally feel. She stops the bleeding from where my scrotum once was, and begins to stitch me up. During the time that She is sewing my wound shut, the guests quietly get up and walk out of the room. Once She is finished, she removes the bondage straps freeing me to move. Just as I begin to get up, She grabs my cock, I freeze in pain, She grabs me by my throat, slams my head against the hard wooden table and leans in over me. With Her face right above mine, She says “what are you?”, with a weakened voice i reply “Your devoted slave”. She lets go of my cock, tightens Her grip around my neck, and suddenly as hard as She possibly can, slaps me across my face causing my head whip to the side and She screams directly in my ear “YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU ARE MY BITCH, TO TORMENT, ABUSE, AND IF I FEEL LIKE IT THROW AWAY! NEVER EVER THINK OF YOURSELF AS ANYTHING MORE, YOU BELONG TO ME!!”. As a tear falls from my eye; i drop to the floor at Her feet as low as i can be. She kicks me in the side of my head and goes to walk out of the room. As She is almost to the door way, without turning Her head says “now clean up you mess and be ready for Me in the morning.

To be continued…

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