Anthea has decided to have her husband castrated. The angry wives club invite her to meet Doris who only six months ago had Henry castrated.
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The Angry Wives club - autumn meeting. It had been nearly six months since Henry's castration. He had retired from parliament and settled down to a more mundane position giving political advice to company's Boards of Directors. To his astonishment he gradually found he'd become quite comfortable with both this and his new status in his own household. Admittedly, the maid, Rossana was a little cruel at times and used to tease him, flaunting her ample body and knowing that his poor limp penis would never rise to the occasion again. Unless of course, Doris treated him to some testosterone pads, but that was unlikely. She had made it quite clear that she preferred him as a gelding. Doris had directed he lose weight and concocted a harsh and demanding exercise schedule for him. It worked remarkably quickly, and he no longer had the appearance of being seven months pregnant. Sometimes Rossana supervised his exertions in their private gym, sniggering at his sweating naked body while describing her sexual adventures with her boyfriend in graphic imaginative detail. One evening in late October, after preparing a meal for Doris and a few of her friends, he was invited to join them in the lounge for liqueurs. The room had an atmosphere of formality, being sedately and richly furnished with a deep maroon leather four piece suite, a chesterfield chestnut writing desk in one corner and a mosaic patterned dark green and brown Persian carpet. The room was brought alive by a crackling log fire set in an ornate brass and dark oak surround. Henry felt slightly ill at ease under the gaze of the four women. Seantha, was around 40 and her black cocktail dress clung like clingfilm to her slim body. The pearls around her neck had the deceitful plainness that spoke of discrete wealth. Anthea, sitting opposite was a well built auburn matriarch of around 45 and exhuded authority. She had a long skirt of russet whisper satin and a Hermes tangerine scarf which reminded Henry of marigolds. Geraldine was smaller, younger and her sleek and slender body looked almost whippet in the light fawn trouser suit. Her black short hair formed a picture frame around oriental concave cheeks and pouting red lips. He suspected she was lesbian as her eyes occasionally developed a predatory focus as she spoke to her colleagues. His own Doris had, since his operation, shed the years of conformity like wind blown leaves in autumn. She had gained a confidence that would have shamed a Royal princess, lost weight and had feasted on fashion with the appetite of a jungle cat. "Henry." She shooed towards an armchair. "Do be seated. Don't stand there like a schoolboy in front of the headmaster." Henry dutifully sat. "Now Henry." Doris continued. "Anthea is thinking of having her David castrated. Like yourself. I was telling them how it had worked wonders for you." Henry remained subserviently quiet. "If it wasn't such a contradiction I'd have said it made a man out of you." Anthea interrupted sharply. "The annoying man has been having an affair. We don't indulge much now and I have my needs serviced elsewhere. I don't begrudge him his occasional fling but this is getting a little serious. So I've decided to 'nip it in the bud' so to speak." She paused. "Well? what do you think?" Henry hesitated. "It worked for me." He said slowly. "I have lost the ability to gain an erection and there's not the desire for sex that there was." "What else has changed for you?" Seantha asked, her eyes alive with curiosity. "I have to watch my diet more. Doris makes me exercise and er, occasionally Rossana, our maid, disciplines me if I�. " He licked his lips, "..get out of line." "Disciplines?" Geraldine frowned questioningly at Doris. Henry looked about him in embarrassment. "It was one of the conditions of my compliance. Doris said if I act like a little boy then I'll be treated like one. Rossana gives me six of the best across my buttocks. Doris usually watches. It's quite painful". "Rossana does take it quite seriously I'm afraid." Doris chipped in. "But it works. It is quite humiliating for Henry as well as being painful." A titter rippled around the room. "She can be quite spiteful at times, poor Henry. Still, he should learn to behave." Henry didn't mention that it was occasionally also quite stimulating, that is when Rossana wasn't too energetic. Invariably she would wear a thin cotton shift dress and her shapely muscled thighs were clearly outlined by the harsh wall lighting. Sometimes it was obvious she wore no underwear. As each lash landed, Rossana would gasp as though enjoying orgasm. He had to thank her afterwards. "What do they look like?" Anthea asked. "Who?" Said Doris. "Eunuchs?" "Well, normal really. Though they can run to fat if you're not careful." Doris nodded. "No, I mean, well you know�. Their thingies�" Anthea looked sideways at Henry. "Oh that." Doris said. "It almost disappears. Come on Henry, let them see� Take off your clothes." Henry paused, then rose. He slid off his coat, shirt and tie. Shoes, socks and dropped his trousers. He hesitated at his skimpy light blue underpants then tugged them down. A little acorn sat between his legs. Not even supported by a scrotum. "A gelding true." Doris pointed and sipped her drink. "It has shrunk hasn't it!" Geraldine smirked. "How would you know?" Doris snapped in mock indignation. Everyone laughed and poor Henry pinked. "He's very compliant now as well. Which is rather nice. Though Rossana is naughty at times. I heard her in the sauna with her girlfriend the other day. She ordered Henry to fetch them some cold drink and when he returned she told her friend not to bother covering herself up. Doris imitated Rossana's latin accent�. "ee, is safe. 'ee 'as been gelded". And they both collapsed into fits of giggles. Poor Henry." "So, you feel no desire for a female?" Geraldine asked. "Sometimes a twinge." Henry admitted. "What about you Doris?" Seantha murmured. "Don't you miss sex?" "Oh, I have my moments, but generally no." Doris sipped her drink reflectively, hesitating. "And er, I sometimes have the odd away match." "And?" "You are perceptive aren't you�" Doris smiled. "All right if you must know. Rossana suggested that Henry could satisfy me in other ways. I was horrified at first but she is very insistent is Rossana. Henry has become quite skilled with his tongue haven't you my dear�" "Gross!" Anthea shrieked. "Oh, I couldn't imagine anyone, least of all a eunuch, pushing his tongue into me." "Don't knock it till you've tried it." Doris admonished. A faint touch of crimson tinted Geraldine's cheeks and she looked about her distractedly. "It's rather nice actually." Geraldine muttered, almost to herself. "What?" They all chorused. Geraldine blinked, "Oh, I mean seeing him standing there." She nodded absently at Henry. "Castrated." She tipped the remains of her Drambuie onto her tongue. "How I like all men. De balled, gelded, neutered, emasculated�. All those names for the same thing. Rather nice." "All right Henry, you can go now. Finish the washing up." Doris indicated the door with her head. Henry nodded obediently and collected his clothes. "So." Anthea said as Henry departed. "About David�." "Ah yes." Geraldine simpered. "I know the ideal person, don't we Doris." "Daphne Winterson." Doris said. "I want him humiliated, begging me not to castrate him." Anthea snarled. "I want him to understand that I'm going to end his sex life for good." "Daphne is a master at the process." Doris added assuringly. "He will be pleading with you before she is finished with him�. She has lost count of the number of men she has taken into the twilight of sexuality." "His days of womanising will be over�." Anthea sighed. "I want him neutered like the dog he is, both testicles removed." "We'll help you�." Geraldine purred. The women murmured their consensus, and the planning began�.. To be continued.