I am a doctor. I have been practicing medicine for 15 years.I have my own practice and I do minor surgery at one of theclinics in the city. I'm divorced. My husband divorced me in1975. I mention this because my divorce turned me sour to men.I think that had some bearing on my decision to undertake thisventure.
One afternoon in 1983, a couple came into my office, a heftywoman, around 45, and a young man around 26 or so. They sat downand the conversation that was struck that day amazed me and leftme speechless. The woman sat down and the man stood behind her.She introduced herself then introduced the man. She simply said,"This is my houseboy and personal slave." She snapped herfingers and this young man knelt down beside her chair, neversaying a word. I was shocked. She explained that they lived adifferent lifestyle from most people. She explained how her slavehad given his life to her service.
Now I wasn't born yesterday. I'd read stories about this --I was fascinated. "Well, what can I do for you?" I asked.
"We're looking for a woman doctor to help us. You see, myslave here has agreed to give his manhood to me. We need adoctor to perform the surgery."
I was dumbfounded. I was going to flat out say no. I mean adoctor can lose his or her license for performing an unnecessarysurgery like that. However, she told me she understood it wasillegal but was asking me to bend the rules a bit. She explainedhow she too would want this quiet, and she promised not to makepublic her visit. She tried to make me understand howsignificant this offer made to her was. For a slave to offer hismanhood was the ultimate sacrifice every woman in her selectcircle of lady friends desires. Also, she said she had verypersonal reasons for asking for this unique surgery. She gave meher number and ask me to think about it and then to call her.Well I thought about her visit for two weeks. I couldn't get itout of my mind. Finally I called her. She asked me to come toher home for supper.
I arrived at her home around 6:30. She met me at the doorand directed me to the kitchen. There I found this young mantotally in the nude, making final preperations for the eveningmeal. We sat down and her slave served us dinner, but he didn'tjoin us; he stood at attention behind and to her left. Atdinner, she explained that her slave had been her property forfive years. She worked and he took care of the house and was notallowed out of the house unsupervised. She said he was notsupposed to relieve himself without permission. That was whereher slave had faltered. She had bought him cock collar aftercock collar, but he kept getting out of them. "There's nothingthat pisses me off more than a slave who continually plays withhis ugly cock and disobeys my orders. This slave is the hornestslave I've ever seen," she said. She made it quite clear thatshe was the boss, and that his latest infraction had violated hisoath to her.
She then took a plate and scraped off the scraps on herplate. Then she took the scraps from my plate. She set theplate on the floor and her slave knelt down and began to eat themlike a dog. I sat there in total amazement.
"You know what he did last week?" she asked as I shook myhead. "I took him out of his cock collar. He promised that hewouldn't cum. He was lying in front of the chair and I was usinghis face and body as a footrest, when my foot just happened tobrush against his cock. And he shot a load of cum all over myfoot! It was disgusting. Well, that was it. For five years hehasn't been able to control his urges or his cock. I made up mymind I was going to get rid of him. There's an old black womandown in Brooklyn who has shown some interest in him at some ofour parties. I was getting ready to call her when my worthlessand undisciplined slave volunteered to give up his manhood forme. And I think that is the only way to control his urges forself gratification. That's why we called on you."
We went into the living room as her slave cleaned up. Shesaid that what she really wanted was not for me to do thesurgery, but she wanted me to be present so she could do thesurgery herself. In other words, I was to talk her through it.That wouldn't be so difficult. Castrations are done by farmerseveryday (of course on cows and pigs). We talked some time aboutthe operation. "You know something?" she said. "I'm going tomiss his balls. You don't know how much fun they are to torment.I like to put weights on them and watch them stretch. And when Ibend him over to put a whip to his backside, it's exciting towatch his balls dangle between his legs. It gives me somethingto try to hit. You know, he has some nice balls."
"Yes," I said, "I noticed that at dinner."
"They're so big and loose this time of year, it almost seemsa shame to remove them."
"We don't have to remove them if you'd rather not," I said."There are alternatives."
"I thought the only way to handle this was to remove hisballs." she questioned.
"Oh, heavens no. You see, there are various forms ofcastration. The most common is the type that farmers do. Theyare trying to improve their herd so they sterilize all the bullsexcept their stud bull. They do that by removing the testicles.Another way is to remove the entire genitals. That can beconsidered a major surgery. I think we had better rule that oneout. But the final way is the way that I think would fit yourpurpose."
With that, I drew a brief drawing of what I was talkingabout. "You see," I said, "what we do is basically remove thepenis. Not all of it; we'd have to leave a very small stub,giving us room to clamp off the blood vessels. Also, that stubwill save room for the urethra. He has to pee. You see," I saidas I drew a jagged line across the drawing, "all we have to do ismake a cut above the rest, leaving those beautiful balls for youto torment as much as you please."
"You make it sound so simple," she exclaimed.
"It basically is. I mean the penis is only skin and muscle.Contrary to belief, there is no bone there. The biggest problemwill be to cut off the blood vessels. Once we deaden andlocalize the area, the muscles will go limp."
"Will he be awake for this?"
"Sure. Once he's been deadened, he won't feel a thing."
She looked at me in amazement. "Will his voice change? Youknow the stories, the ones about the high squeeky voice and all."
"No. Here's the beauty of this type of operation. All themale hormones are supplied by the testicles. We're not removingthe testicles. What we are going to do is remove the highlysensitive underside of the penis. I don't know about you, butI've never seen a man cum without rubbing and stroking his penis.By removing the penis, there is nothing for him to stroke. Thecruel part is that the juices will be bubbling in his balls.He'll still be horny, but there can never be release. He'll behornier than ever, but he must suffer through it. I mean this ispermanent. It's pretty cruel, probably the worst thing you cando to a man."
"Yeah," she answered with an evil gleam in her eye. " But itsure is exciting to think about, ain't it?"
I had to admit that it did make my juices flow. At that timeher slave came in. He knelt down at her feet and kissed both ofthem. We started telling her slave about the surgery. Wedescribed how it would be done and what the consequences wouldbe. But before we finished, he began crying. He looked into hismistress's eyes and asked, "Isn't there another way?"
She reached down and gently brushed his head. "I'm afraidnot, Tony. I've been patient with you for five years. You justcan't control yourself. I want you to understand. I won't makeyou do anything. What I'm saying is that I need a slave I candepend on. The choice is yours. If you stay with me, you'llhave to be fixed for your own good. If not, I'll have to takeanother slave. In fact, Mary has offered to give me Barry if youdecide to go. You're better looking, Tony, and even better hung,but Barry is more diligent and has remarkable control. Tony, Ithink I deserve the the best slave I can get. Don't you thinkso?"
He shook his head in agreement, but I could tell he wasdevastated to be involved in the conversation.
Looking at me she asked, "Where do you propose we make thecut?"
Motioning for Tony to come over to my chair, I proceeded touse Tony's penis to illustrate where the final transection wouldtake place, when I marveled, "My what an enormous penis he has.It must be at least 8" long. It seems a sin to cut off so muchbeautiful cock. What a waste, when scores of men would love tohave this cock. A lot of women, too, I might add."
"Yes," she said, "too bad he has absolutely control over hisurges. I want a slave who eats and sleeps thinking aboutpleasing me. He says he wants to be my slave, but heconcentrates more on his own sexual urges than on mine. And forwomen who run in my circle, there's no excuse for that. Thewhole essence of a female dominant lifestyle is sexualfulfillment for her and sexual denial for him. Tony refuses tobe denied. It's time he accepts denial, or I have no place forhim in my domain. I've been patient long enough."
She seemed quite determined as I proceeded to illustratewhere to place the cut above the rest of his genitals. Reachingout, I took hold of his erect penis, and with my other hand I ranmy finger across an invisible line just above his balls. "I'd saywe'd remove it right about here, leaving him a short littlestub."
But before I could get another sentence out, Tony's penisspasmed right in my hand and a huge glob of cum shot all over myfingers. As I jerked away, this eruption spewed all over thefloor.
"How disgusting," I groaned, shaking cum from my hand.
The woman sprang up and slapped him to the floor and startedscreaming at him. He was crying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" as shescreamed, "Lick this mess up! Lick it up!" Then he was on allfours, licking sperm off the floor.
When I returned from the bathroom where I had gone to wash mysticky hands, she had him standing in the corner yellingobscenities at him. She had produced a paddle and was smackinghis ass with it. All the while he sobbed, "I'm sorry! I couldn'thelp it!" But she kept landing that paddle on his butt!
"Doctor, it's you who should be doing this," she said,offering me the paddle. "It was you hand that he defiled."
Now this is not what I expected. His butt was already red,but he made me mad. I took the paddle and smacked his ass ashard as I could at least ten times. And he kept crying, "I'msorry! I'm sorry!"
"You see, doctor, he has absolutely no control. It's aperfect waste of a beautiful cock. I can't even use him as mystud, for no sooner do I put that long hard penis inside me, whenhe shoots and the looses his hard-on. He's got to be fixed.He's disappointed me for the last time. I can't even bring mygirlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn't make a messon one of them."
"I don't understand it," I said. "All I did was simply touchit!"
"That's all it takes... what a tragedy. A beautiful cockgone to hell. I can't ride it; I can't even torment it. What abunch of bullshit... You know, my sister has a slave that hasteriffic staying power. He's in control of his balls and goesfor weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn't cheat,either. He doesn't sneak off and play with himself, either. Heturned his balls over to my sister and he's happy to accept hisslave status... But not Tony. He sneaks around, shoots at thedrop of a hat, and denies the thing every dominant woman musthave -- complete control over his sex life. He's got to befixed."
Tony was still in the corner, crying like a whipped dog. Ifelt sorry for him but could understand the situation. So Idecided I'd help. We made arrangements to practice so that shewould be able to perform the surgery. For the next two weeks wepracticed the surgry. I'd arrive at her house. (I wasn't aboutto do this in my office.) I'd bring a thick sausage to practiceon. We'd take needles and practice injecting the novacaine. Andat the end of each session, that knife would slice the sausageinto two parts and each time I watched, my pussy creamed,thinking about the real thing.
Finally the evening came. I arrived at her house with allthe surgical equipment. There were several cars parked out frontand when I entered, there in the living room were six other womenthat I had never seen.
"Well, I guess this is the night," my hostess said, greetingme at the door. "Let me introduce you to some of my friends."
As I was being introduced, I found myself shocked and amazedat the way some of the women were dressed. Some wore leatherwith spiked boots, while others dressed more casually. Theyapparently were fellow dominants invited to watch theproceedings. There ws also a man dressed in a maid's outfit,walking around in heels. He approached me with a tray andoffered me a drink which I gladly took.
When we entered the living room, low and behold, there was atotally naked man lying face up in front of the couch and twoladies were resting their feet on him. They were using him as afootrest and one big old fat woman had her foot smack in hisface. But the amazing thing is the complete mater-of-factnessabout the whole thing. Yet each lady I was introduced to wasexceedingly nice and friendly.
The only seat available in the room was on the couch. "Havea seat, doctor," the fat woman on the couch said, as she pattedthe place beside her. I had to step over the man on the floor.And I sat down. "Don't be shy. This slave is down there to beused . Feel free," the fat woman said. Well, when in Rome, Ithought to myself. I slipped off my shoes and rested my feet onthis man's chest.
"Doctor, let me introduce you to Tony's mother," the hostesssaid as she pointed to the fat lady on my left.
In shock I exclaimed, "Tony's mother?"
"Yes, you see it was Tony's mother who gave him to me fiveyears ago. I was sure I could solve his problem, but I justcan't."
"You see, doctor, Tony's had an overactive penis since he wasa boy. He was always masturbating himself crazy," his mothersaid. "I knew he had a problem when I had him, so I gave him toanother mistress who could deal with him in a more mistress-likeway."
"I've tried, heaven knows! It has just come down to this,"Tony's mistress said in an apologetic way.
"Yes, it's too bad. But being fixed seemes to be the onlyanswer. I couldn't control him when I had him. What does thegood book say: 'If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out,' orsomething like that. I just hope it won't hurt too much," Tony'smother said.
"Once he's deadened, he won't feel a thing. Though theneedles hurt some, we can't help that," I assured her.
For the next fifteen minutes we ladies talked. They hadhundreds of questions to ask and I did my best to answer them.But in no time, we were on our way downstairs. It was time forthe thing to be done.
Tony was already bound to a sort of X-frame with his handsbound overhead and his legs fastened at the bottem arms of the X.Across the middle, he was also bound with straps around histhighs so he couldn't move. The rest of the ladies took seats inthe chairs provided. One of the ladies I noticed didn't evenhesitate. She raised her dress, spred her legs and after sittingdown, forced the man in the maid's outfit to bury his facebetween her legs. She simply laid back and prepared to enjoy theso-called entertainment. I remember one other woman saying,"That sounds like a good idea," and she took the naked man whofor a time had been my footrest, and pushed his face between herlegs also. It was apparent that these ladies were here to have agood time.
As we prepared the equipment, Tony's mother went up to herson and rubbed her hand gently over his cheek, showing herconcern.
"Mom," he whispered, "they're going to cut my penis off."
"Yes, I know, dear. I'm sorry. But I think we both knowthis is for the best," she said, still stroking his face.
"Mom, I just can't help it. It just errupts. I try! Ireally try! I want to be good, but I can't control it!" hecried.
"I know," she said. "My poor baby. Ever since you were aboy, just eleven or twelve, you've wanted to be a slave.Remember the time I caught you dressing in my clothes? I was somad, I spanked you but the spanking only excited you more. Youshot your load then and I hadn't even touched you. It simply hadrubbed itself across my lap. You've always wanted this. I'dfind those domination magazines under your mattress. I toldmyself that you were different. Some mothers look to their sonsto be doctors or lawers, but I knew you would make some woman anexcellent houseboy and personal body slave someday. You werealways so docile and shy. But I loved you for what you were.Some people are born to serve and you could do worse than live tomake some woman happy."
"Mom, you'll always be my favorite girl. But right now I'mscared. Mom, she wants me to give up my penis, my sex life orshe won't keep me. I don't want to lose her, but I don't thinkit's fair. It's too much. She's being unreasonable," hepleaded.
"Now you hush. Your mistress is one of the finest ladies Iknow. She treats you right. She fulfills everything you've everwanted. When I found her for you I knew she was right for myboy. But a mistress has to do what is best for her and herdomain. Your problem is always going to be a wedge in thatrelationship. When this thing is over you'll both be happier.Every time you give her an orgasm, you'll both know it was doneunselfishly. You serving her for service's sake. That'simportant to a mistress. You can't serve two masters. You'llcome to see that her pleasure is your pleasure. You serve yourmistress from your heart, not your cock. A woman wants that.And I hope when this is over, your mistress will come to me andsay that you are the best slave she's ever had. That would makeme proud."
"I know, but I sometimes wish it was like it used to be.Remember when I started college. I though I'd knock your socksoff when I asked you to take me as your slave?"
She laughed, "Surprised the hell out of me, but I was a sportand said yes."
"Shocked me, too," he said. "You didn't even hesitate."
"I knew all about you, remember. Remember the schedule I setup for you to do the housework? And that frilly lace apron Imade you wear? I'd get a kick watching you do the houseworkcompletely naked, except in that apron and your high heels," shelaughed.
"I did a pretty good job, though."
"Sure did. I always knew you'd be a good houseboy. Iespecially liked the way you'd lick my toes then slowly blow onthem. And boy, how can I forget the way you eat pussy. You usedto eat my pussy by the hour. I miss that," she confessed. "Butdammit, Tony, you always would mess up my sheets. You couldn'tput a handle on that penis of yours. In fact, if I'd kept you,I'd probably be doing the same thing. It's got to be done."
"I know, Mom. I guess that's why I agreed to this," he said.
"Tony," she said, looking out at the women who were there towatch, "these ladies are here to watch something special. Whatyour doing is the supreme, unselfish act any slave can do for hisloving mistress. In a way, I'm very proud of you."
His mother sat down to watch. I think, as strange as thewhole thing sounds, she was proud of her son, and disappointed atthe same time. She surely realized what he was about to lose.Forever. But deep down she knew that this was for the best.
With everything now ready, I sat down with the other ladies.Tony's mistress was prepared to do the whole thing by herself.All eyes were on the bound, naked young man with the enormouscock and balls.
"Tony, before we complete what must be done, as your lovingmistress, I want you to experience one last orgasm. Your lastcum." The ladies in the room chorused the chant, "One lastcome... one last cum..."
Tony's penis was erect and firm as his mistress took her handand gently stroked his cock. It wasn't even ten seconds and hisballs shot a geyser of sperm. His mistress shook her head andwhispered, "Even now he can't last longer than a few seconds."The room was full of electricity. The chorus "One last cum," thestroking of the penis and the moans as Tony orgasmed his lasttime.
Cleaning the mess, his mistress wiped his cock and balls withalcohol. Then taking the needle, as we had practiced, all eyeswatched as the needle slid underneath the skin at the base of thepenis. She squeezed the fluid in, then removed the needle andinjected it again, only underneath where she had made the firstinjection. She did quite well. Only this time it wasn't asausage. It would take five minutes for the area to deadenenough to proceed.
Next, she took the clamp and about halh an inch above hisscrotum she applied the clamp and tightened it as tight as shecould. This of course would restrict the flow of blood, allowingher to seal off the blood vessels once the transsection was made.His penis was perfectly limp now. It hung long and lanky. Shetook it in her hand, flipped it back and forth, lifted it and letit go, watching it swing freely.
Looking at Tony, she took the needle and poked the base ofhis penis. "Do you feel anything, slave?" she asked.
"No, nothing, Mistress." he answered.
"Is there anything you'd like to say before the thing isdone?" she asked.
"Mistress, I would like to say that I understand." Withcourage, he looked out at the ladies who were creaming withexcitement from what they were seeing. He stoically said, "Andall you other ladies here, I want you to know that I'm giving mymistress my penis because I love her, and I want her to be happy.As my mom told me, I've always wanted to be a slave, ever since Iwas in junior high school. But I haven't been a very good slave.I have been too selfish and uncontrollable. I hope this will makeme a good slave."
"Tony," his mistress said, with a proud look in her eyes,"I'll bet after this you'll be the best slave that any woman canhave. It's a great sacrifice you're making for me and todayyou've made me very very proud."
With that, she picked up the knife. It wasn't a surgicalknife. She had insisted she use one of her kitchen knives. "Itadds excitement to it," she said to me. And I guess that's true.I'll bet there's not a woman out there who has cut through one ofthose thick hot dogs or sausages and hasn't in her mind thought,"what if this were what's-his-name's cock!" Besides, I had takenthe knife to the clinic and sterilized it.
Reaching out with her left hand, she took the glans of hispenis and stretched it straight out. She held the knife in herright hand and brought it within inches of his penis.
Now I have to relay what was happening from the audience. alleyes were on the knife, but each lady had either a hand or a facein her pussy. The woman next to me had taken her breasts out ofher outfit and was rolling her fingers and kneading her erectnipple and with her other hand she was furiously rubbing herpussy. Her eyes, as big as saucers, were fixed on the knife andfrom from her lips the words, "Doit, do it, doit," could beheard.
In fact, every woman except Tony's mother was on the verge ofsexual explosion as each one got so wrapped in it. I too slid myhand down into my panties and rubbed my clitoris. I couldn'thelp it. And soon, more of the ladies took up the chant, "Do it,do it, do it."
And we watched. And we watched. Pulling his penis evenmore, she let the knife blade slowly descend until it came torest on that invisible line that lay 'a cut above the rest.' Inless than a few seconds, the knife, in a sliding motion, slicedcleanly through the flesh. And like a champion with her prize,she lifted it for all to see. From her left hand hung the 'penisof many troubles.' It would cause no one trouble anymore. The women all moaned and seemingly erupted. They literallyshook in their chairs as they orgasmed to what they had seen withtheir unbelieving eyes. I too uncontrollably exploded in thebest orgasm I had had in years. It was purely Freudian. But itwas more than my libido could stand. Call it penis envy. Callit sadism. Call it anything you want, but my pussy shook and Isimply closed my eyes and blacked out for nearly a minute. WhenI came to, I found my hostess busy preparing the wound; so Ijumped up to help.
When I was finished, we released Tony who looked beaten butin good shape. I took him upstairs to lie down and rest. Iadministered him a shot to make him sleep. Then I went to thebathroom to wash my hands.
Returning to the dining room, I found all the ladies aroundthe table. Someone had washed Tony's penis, and it lay on atray. Each woman reached out and squeezed it or touched it insome fashion. There before them lay the 'penis of manytroubles.'
Tony's mistress seemed to have a little regret in her voiceas she said, "I wish I hadn't had to do it."
Tony's mother gently took her by the arm. "Don't blameyourself. It had to be done. I know Tony. He loves andworships you. And above all else, he wants to be a good slave,but his penis always stopped him. It won't stop him anymore."
"I know," she said. "He had the most beautiful cock," shesaid, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. "I just wishhe could have controlled it."
"What are you going to do with his penis?" one of the ladiesasked.
"I've got a beautiful decorated jar. I plan to keep it as areminder of this day. That way Tony can, from time to time, lookat it and remember. It will help remind us both of what wassacrificed this day."
I checked on Tony off and on for a few weeks. He healed fineand the skin covered over the wound, giving him the tiniestlittle stub. Tony's problem was solved. There wasn't enough forhim to accomplish an orgasm.
I haven't seen them for years. However, that Christmas Ireceived a nice Christmas card from Tony and his Mistress. Fromwhat Tony wrote on the card, I could imagine that things wererunning smoothly at their home. Tony worte, "Thank you for allyou help. Come this Christmas season you will have truly helpedme to understand that it is more blessed to give than toreceive."
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