Goddess is a 30 year old readhead who is drop dead gorgeous. She's 5' 10" of Amazonian beauty. She has an athletic body and the most sexy size 10 feet I've ever seen. I had been followng Her around like a puppy dog since our college days, always wanting to be the object of Her affection. She never had any interest in me sexually, however, She appreciated my loyalty and desire to please Her and so She allowed me to hang out with her and Her friends. Goddess is a highly sexual creature and through the years it was a great source of sadness and frustration that She never desired me. I'd watch Her flirt with many other guys and was around Her through several relationships with other men and women, including her current lover. She would allow me to rub Her gorgeous feet and legs, give Her back and neck massages, and since She typed on a computer all day, hand massages as well, but at no time could i get aroused or be sexual with Her. I would often massage Her, knowing that i was relaxing Her for a hot lovemaking session with Her lover or lovers, and sometimes after She had just had sex with Her lover or lovers. I always felt cheated and She felt hassled by my unwillingness to accept Her rejection of me. At one point, She almost ended our frienship becase of my insistance, but as it tuned out, She got a good job and finally told me i could live with Her and Her boyfriend. I could be Her complete body slave, foot slave, house slave and personal slave. There was only one condition. Since She never desired or needed me sexually, i would have to agree to be castrated. Since She still wanted to control me through my testicles, She would first crush my testicles, then remove them, and finally She would replace them with a pair of prosthetic testicles, which She and Her friends Pat and Kristina had developed. These artificial testicles would not produce sperm or allow any pleasure sensations, but would register even more painn than my real testicles when they are struck. I would do exactly as She told me to, or i would experience pain as never before. I cringed when i heard these conditions, however the alternative was to be banished from Her life. She had grown tired of my sniveling, whiny ways. After considerable thought, i agreed to Her conditions because i couldn't stand the thought of losing Her, and once i became Her eunuch, i could be around Her every day. Goddess held a castration/ Roman orgy the night i was to be prepared for my new life. All of Her friends were invited. Because Goddess wanted me to know what i was giving up to be Her eunuch, She decided to give me one last orgasm, at which time She would crush my testicles with Her bare hands. I was tied to a cross, both hands and feet bound. Goddess had Her friends Kristina and Pat assist her with stimulating me. Kristina would pump a dildo in and out of my ass to stimulate my prostate and Pat would stroke my cock. Meanwhile, Goddess caressed and stroked my testicles. When i appeared ready to come, Goddess instructed Kristina to work my ass harder. Pat stroked wildly at my cock, and as the first spray of come began to gush, Goddess took a testicle in each hand between Her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, visciously hard. I could feel the chambers in my balls starting to collapse. Goddess squeezed down until She felt a popping in each testicle. At that point i passed out from the pain. When i awoke, i was tied spread-eagled to an operating table. Goddess and Her two assistants stood next to me. Kari, another of Goddesses friends sat behind my head caressing my face and applying a warm towelto my forehead. Kari propped up my head s i could see everything that was being done to me. Goddess took Her scalpel and cut a line straight down the center of my scrotum. She then eased my crushed testicles out through the incission. Kristina held my penis out of the way, while Pat sopped up the blood. Goddess then attached the Burdizzo clamp to each cord and crushed them close to where they met my testicles. Again i passed out from the pain and again i was revived. Once my testicles were completely removed, Goddess attached the prosthetic balls to the cords and sewed me back up. Then the three ladies paused for a cigarette, blowing their smoke in my face and taunting me about being a nutless foot slave. Then came the Roman orgy. Goddess pulled me by my faux testicles to where Her lover was and as they lay down to make love, Goddess told me o lay at Her feet. As they made passionate love, Goddess dug Her toes and rammed Her heels into my flesh, ocassionally kicking my pain motivated ball implants. The intensity of Her kicks and jabs increased with Her passion and arousal. She ordered me to lick between Her toes and kiss Her feet as Her boyfriend pounded Her into an orgasmic frenzy. As She came, She kicked wildly at my scrotum, causing me once again to pass out from the pain. Seeing me passout only intensified Her orgasm. I was then revived and passed around to all Her female friends to be used and abused for their sexual thrills. I must have set a record for passing out the most times in one evening. My duties now include tongue- bathing Goddesses tired, sweaty feet when She comes home from work, caring for Her feet, polishing Her nails and toenails, assisting Her with bathing, fanning Her, fixing Her drinks and dinner, cleaning Her house, being Her footrest including when She's having sex and any other whim She comes up with. Also, i must attend Her girlfriends' feet in whatever way They request. I paid a high price to live with and service my Goddess, but i am now Her happy, adoring, loyal eunuch.
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