Although the relationship went very well, Terry really never had enough time for me and I began to crave more and more of my time as a slave wor shipping and being humiliated by my mistress. I also began to feel that CBT was not enough for a true slave and I wanted to show my devotion by giving up my manhood to my mistress, thus showing my complete submission to her femininity. I began to beg Terri to have me castrated, but while she was prepared to play the game it became clear that she was never going to cut me herself or take me to a cutter.

On a number of occasions when I was begging her to take my manhood she had let slip that she was a member of a very exclusive club for mistresses where this might happen. She was never prepared to tell me more, however much I begged her. Then one day she dropped a bombshell saying that she was moving away from the area and that I couldn't come with her. I was devastated because she had lately been letting me spend more and more time with her caring for her every whim and being a true slave to her. She did say that she would introduce me to the "Club", as I had shown to her that I was ready for a full time commitment to the pleasure of women and to give up my own lusts and desires. She warned me that there could be no going back and that the mistresses at the club were totally committed to the subjugation of men and that if it was my wish to be castrated, then they would see it through.

We had one last beautiful night together and then she dropped me off at the "Club" having warned me once again that once in the gates I could not return and that all I could enter the grounds with would be the clothes that I stood up in.

She asked me one final time for I was ready to leave the real world and enter the sanctuary of women. I said that if I could not be with her than I could think of nothing better than to be a lifelong submissive with many mistresses instead of one. She kissed me and told me to go.

The club was way out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a high wall. As I approached the forbidding steel gates I began to have a few misgivings and not a little fear about what I was going to do and what was going to happen to me. I stood at the gates shaking a little with fear looking wistfully at the retreating back of Terri's car. I thought for a second that I might just walk away and leave this crazy idea behind, but just as this thought crossed my mind a small door in the gates began to open and I realised with a strange thrill through my body that I knew this was right and I would have to cross the threshold.

An extremely attractive young woman had opened the gate and said "Hello, Terri said you were coming, she speaks highly of you, I hope you are going to join us as a submissive. Don't forget, I'm sure she told you, once you come in you can never leave again." I stood trembling on the threshold then smiled at the young woman and entered. I was amazed at the luxury I saw around me, the well-tended gardens and the beautiful houses. I was quickly taken to the central clubhouse, an enormous building with every facility for luxury living. I was shown into a small room where the young woman said "now you must take your clothes off and only speak when you are spoken to. You will go through an induction procedure shortly, it's important that you make a good impression straight away." she left, I took my clothes off and waited in an extreme state of nervousness for perhaps 10 minutes. She then returned and ushered me into a much larger room where a number of mistresses were waiting for me. I was made to stand in front of them, when the eldest, a still handsome woman perhaps in her Fifties came towards me. She looked me up and down and I took care to look at the floor as a good slave should. She said "in a short while you are going to sign a contract which will mean that you give over to the sanctuary all rights over your body and well-being. In exchange you will remain here for as long as we see fit and will serve the mistresses in any way we choose. There is no going back, we will have total control of you and all your nasty little bodily functions."

All the while she was saying this she had been circling round me which made me very nervous, but I was still thrilled to be there. Because of my nervousness and yes, my fear, my penis had shrunk with my balls and was looking very sorry. She said "it is very unusual for us to allow a whole male to remain in the sanctuary, but mistresses do have needs and certain slaves are allowed to remain intact and are used as studs, but only while they perform acceptably. You can have the choice to try for such a position and retain your manhood, or, and in your case I'm sure this would be the best idea, accept immediate castration and begin your new life as a usefull gelded eunuch. If you choose this option the procedure will be relatively painless and carried out with some care. If on the other hand you think you able to pleasure the mistresses as a whole man, then you can by all means try. I must warn you however that many of the mistresses here are much less gentle than Terri who recommended you and if you were to fail to satisfy such a mistress then the least you would expect would be immediate castration, in whatever way and however cruelly that mistress felt inclined. Some of the stallions that are gelded in this way survive the ordeal, but not many."

She then took my very limp penis and testicles in her hand crushed them viciously and said "your equipment does not look up to the task." I collapsed in agony on the floor and she indicated that I should approach the desk to sign the contract. This I did, still in extreme agony from my balls. She then turned to the young woman who had brought me in "He does not have to decide today, he can have the evening and tomorrow morning make his decision, now take him away" I was led away to a small room near by which was more like a cell with a small bed and shackled by a long chain around my neck to a point on the wall. The young woman said "now I'm Stacey and you must remember to behave. You still have your manhood so we can't trust you and so have to be shackled. I think I'm going to make it easy for you to make up your mind about castration, so don't go away and I'll be back."

She returned in a few minutes but with another young woman behind her. This young woman was naked, had long soft brown hair and to my astonishment had her hands handcuffed behind her back. "This is Sophie, you didn't know that we had female slaves as well, did you. We only have a few but some of us mistresses like a change in our diet every now and then. Sophie, do as I told you and we'll see how he performs." she then took the handcuffs of Sophie who knelt before me and started playing with my balls and sucking my dick. Despite all the tension of the day this soon had an effect and I became stiff, Sophie then turned and I entered her from the back. It was a curious situation with Stacey watching and I wasn't used to a submissive female, however attractive, but within minutes I had shot my load deep into Sophie. "Now then Sophie" said Stacey "see if you can get that stiffy back" Sophie again took my, by now limp dick, in her mouth and fondled my balls. I was only able to get a partial direction so soon after spunking inside her and after five minutes Stacey told her to stop.

"well not much of a performance, I'm afraid. You won't last five minutes if you keep your balls here, take my advice sweetie and when you're asked tomorrow beg to be cut straightaway. If you do I'll let you watch a real stud fill my cunt and then you can lick me nice and clean afterwards. Come on Sophie time to go.”

they left me alone with my thoughts, and pretty terrifying ones they were to. I knew there was no going back and gradually is the long night wore on I realised that I had no other choice than to ask to be castrated straight away. While this was something I had long craved to be confronted with the reality was a frightening experience. While one part of me wanted to remain a man, I knew this would be the wrong choice and that I must make the sensible decision and get used to life as a eunuch.

All too soon Stacey returned and took me before the senior mistress. She asked me what I chose.

"I beg you to have me castrated mistress, so that I can serve you and your sisters in the best way I will be able as a gelding and a eunuch." "a very good choice" she said. "Stacey, I think you know what do, take this creature away and have it cut immediately."

I was led straight away to another part of the complex, to the medical facility, where Stacey was joined by two other mistresses both equally attractive. I was made to kneel on a wooden bench which left my balls and cock hanging over the end, but the front of the bench where my head was was much lower, almost on the ground. I was strapped into this humiliating position, with my arse in the air, so that I could not move and a gag placed in my mouth.

One of the new, equally attractive mistresses who had joined Stacey said "I suppose you were told that this was going to be a relatively painless experience. But you may have been misled a little there, you're just an animal after all, just offer up the pain to us as an act of worship. The good part is this won't take long, because we have done it lots of times before.
I was terrified by now and with good reason. Of course I could not see what they did, but I felt every cut and suture as they cut into my scrotum on either side, tied and cut my cords and removed my testicles one by one. I then felt them remove most of my sack and finely stitch up what remained to form a smooth place below my penis. The pain was unbearable, not so much when my balls were removed, but when they stitched me up to conclude their operation. Almost more unnerving was the fact that they chatted and joked quite happily throughout without a care in the world and almost as if I wasn't there.

"that's it then you're done" said Stacey " you are now officially a gelding and that is how you will be referred to from now on. We will put some bandages on you now and you can stay in a room here in the Infirmary for a about a week and then you be ready for work." I was indeed done and when I recovered from the pain of the castration I began to feel a wonderful sense of release and belonging.