"WANNA BE Feminised male looking for simpathetic special someone, T/G or female. Crossdressing, bondage, castration fantasies."

Not much hope of an answer to an add like that he'd thought. But he'd been wrong. It took so long he'd forgotten all about it when a woman, suposably beutiful, responded asking for more details. Turned out she was beutiful. Also sexy and kinky and smart. Also married, but she didn't tell him that. Didn't tell him he wasn't the only one with a castration fantasy. That part of her story came late. Too late!

What had he been thinking to believe that a woman like that would really want to play around with an ageing crossdresser and his sex-change fixsations? How could he have been so trusting and nieve? So blind, so stupid?

They'd exchanged E-mails and becuse of the differance in their ages she'd made it clear that they probably woudn't have sex but that if he was genorus and kind they might be friends. The 'genorus' part made him suspect she was a semi-pro but that didn't matter. She seemed to understand and want him on some level, so they met and he, at least, fell in love. Then nothing mattered. He was hooked.

Hooked and now thouroghly landed.

First it was just lunch. Then lunch and shopping. She helped him buy things and encouraged his transgender feelings. She wasn't shocked by the fact that castration play and crossdressing turned him on because, she said, it was all a reflection of his desire to be a woman. To be feminised in bondage allowed him to surender his masculine side, which he'd been taught to protect. She'd help,she said. She'd like nothing better than to help him get feminised.

Inside of a month she had him takeing hormones in huge doses and stepping out late at nite in drag. They never did make love but the hormones had turned his erections off almost at once and given him a maturnal sort of feeling so that though he loved to cuddle with her he felt more and more like her sister.

His 'sister' had been laughing at him from the start. She'd recorded their every conversation while her man took pictures. Her man was a voyuer and she liked to see men crushed. Castrating someone had been on a wish list of hers for as long as she could remember. Not just hacking off a piece of meat. She didn't get hot over that part. But to take someones' precious manhood, to watch them as they lose it, forever, to see them long for her even as she took away thier pride, that lit a definate fire in her pussy. As long as he trusted her not to go through with it and esspesially if she could get him to love her, this could be a real turn on.

She pretended to own a cabin that her man had rented and rigged with cameras. No sex, but a girls weekend with lots of cuddleing, make-up lessons and maybe, if he was good, a little bondage. Oh, and bring that bander thing you were talking about. Hee Hee Hee!

Like the total sap he was he'd posed for her and the hidden cameras. Tried on all the things they'd shopped for together, shaved himself all over and painted his nails.She helped him do his makeup so that for once he almost caught himself believeing that he looked good. She said he did. She'd said he looked sexy. And then just when he thought it couldn't get any better she'd asked him to show her the "bander". He put three bands on the damn thing and of his own free will slipped his balls through one at a time. One at a time he pushed the bands off the forks. The snap and sudden presure of each one makeing him gasp.

"Trust me? she said holding up a shiny new pair of handcuffs. He did. "Love me?" she said as she snapped them on behind his back. 'Very much,' he'd said and meant it. "Thank you" she said " That's so perfect. " Shakeing her head behind his back at such a sucker she'd double locked the cuffs and hissed in his ear "You're a fool!" Then to his disbelieveing horror she'd opened the cabin door.

There was her man, her real man. Kissing her, caressing her, pulling off her clothes. They tied him to a chair so he could watch and when he closed his eyes it was her idea to tape his eyelids up. So he watched and he listened as she came, again and again. Her man dragged his chair close to the bed so she could reach inside his panties as she came, running her fingernails over the bands, moaning, looking up into his grief stricken eyes. When he screamed and begged "Please, please, please, baby, please take the bands off!!!" She smilled got up and gagged him with a pair of his own stockings.

They brought in his laptop from the car and had no trouble getting his password. They popped disks in and downloaded images of castrated men. Men tortured and hung by thier necks. More lovemakeing followed as he watched and her long delicate fingernails plucked at the embedded green bands. As her man lurched into her she gasped out the word 'feminised' over and over and tugged on his trapped sack. Her eyes on his face loved every second of his misery. On and on it went as he cried and begged through the gag. Peese!!! Oh Gaad Peeese ooo!!! He could not believe this was happening. Could not accept that she could do this to him. Not untill his balls were cold and presumed dead did she finally cool and fall breifly asleep.

Her man had gone out so they were alone when she woke up.

She toyed with him and kissed his gagged lips with fake passion then shook herself and laughed. He cried and she thought that was "So cute". Then her man came back and showed them all the nice pictures he had taken. Pictures of him buying lingerie, pictures of him trying it on. Several good ones of him placeing the the bright green castrator bands on himself while behind his shoulder she looks on with glee and contempt.

Before they left they took him from the chair and stood him on it, hooked a webcam to his laptop and used the laps between shots to keep from getting filmed as they put a noose around his neck. Soon after he was alone.

Images flashed accross the screen of his laptop following some prerecorded loop. Himself in a department store addmireing some panties, cut to /a castration cartoon, cut to /eunuch archive, cut to /pictures of balls elastrated, /cut to self bondage and asphixiation. In between, live pictures of him in a neglgee, panties pulled down to expose his ruin, shackled hands still gropeing. Gropeing forward hopelessly. Hopelessly hopeing to somehow reach those bands. To ease the preasure somehow.To save...oh god! save what?

And she left him like this!!! She did this to him!

And more!!! For as long as the battery lasts his own cellphone would broadcast the webcam images. I'm a eunuch in drag and the whole world can see me." He cried bitterly to himself. :( :( :( :(

And then there's the noose. Niether of them were affaid he'd go to the police, not with all the pictures they had. But he might go dangorous crazy in the aftermath of castration and betrayal. He wasn't rich enough to blackmail. Better for them he should slowly hang and they could see it happen through cyberspace.

She'd explained it to him as she forced him to his tiptoes and took up the slack. She'd encouraged him to hold out as long as he could. Noone would check on the cabin for at least a week. The police would take one look at the whole setup and assume it was a self bondage sceane gone horribly wrong. The cuff keys were on the floor behind the chair where the unlucky perv had dropped them. Hopelessly trapping himself. Castrating himself and finally, after God knows how long collapsed and hung. Death by missadventure.