So my husband Steve was now a eunuch. After his balls had been removed he was left with his ankles still in the stirrups for a few minutes. I just stared open mouthed. It had all happened so quick. Despite Shadeens descriptions I hadn’t really thought about what Steve would look like physically between his legs. His recent erection and ejaculation was history despite the dribbles of cum still evident at the tip of his limp cock. The castrator returned, checked on the slight wound, applied some cleansing solution and then smiled at Steve and thanked him for his co-operation. That was what niggled at me. Steve and these other newly shorn eunuchs had indeed co-operated. I know they didn’t really have a choice but it seemed strange to me that any man would let another person cut off his balls without some kind of struggle. Shadeen helped Steve out of the stirrups. He walked awkwardly out of the castration room. We were told to return in 3 days for a follow up examination. To avoid chaffing Steve was advised not to put his trousers and pants back on. I felt embarrassed for both of us as he walked to the car holding his clothes in front of his depleted genitals. I put him to bed on return to the apartment and he slept heavily. I chatted with Shadeen who seemed quite upbeat about the whole event. “ What did you think of the studs she asked eagerly? “ I had to admit that they were very good looking and well endowed but I couldn’t imagine being unfaithful yet to a newly castrated husband. Shadeen told me that I was a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite and I couldn’t rely on Steves tongue and fingers as my only satisfaction.

Later I tiptoed to the bedroom expecting Steve to be asleep. But through the open door I could see he was awake. He had pulled back the sheets and a great wave of pity swept over me as I saw that he was desperately trying to wank his limp cock. Of course it wasn’t getting hard. He looked up and saw me. Stop it I said gently, its no use. I bent down and kissed him. He pulled open my blouse and sucked greedily on my breasts. I didn’t know what to do. Surely touching me would make him more frustrated but if I stopped him that would just rub in the fact he was castrated. I let him carry on. It wasn’t long before his fingers were inside my knickers. I glanced between his legs. Nothing was happening. It was beginning to dawn on me what being with a eunuch must be like. I took control and pulling my panties aside I straddled his face and let him prove his manhood in the only way he could. After all the exhausting emotions of the day I wanted some relief and it didn’t take long before I came violently over his face. There was a sort of awkward silence afterwards as my orgasm seemed so one sided. Steve still had sexual urges but he couldn’t get relief. I pulled the sheet back up quickly over his limp cock. Don’t make yourself sore I heard myself saying. Over the next couple of days Steve couldn’t get enough of my pussy juice. He licked me several times to orgasm. He had never been that attentive before. He stilled played with his cock in an idle fashion and I found myself turned off by looking between his legs. He even tried with my reluctant blessing wanking in front of some internet porn sites but remained limp.

On the third day we returned to the palace. The official there soon had Steve meekly stripping to the waist again. He then had to sit in a y shaped examination chair which took his legs wide apart. Everything had healed up and I couldn’t help thinking that Steve looked like a baby boy between his legs. The official asked me if I had noticed any signs of erection in Steve since his castration. I told him of Steves impotence over the last 3 days. He then informed us that there would be a final test to check Steves sexual abilities before he could be considered safe to enter the harem. A minute later two stunning looking girls probably in their late teens walked in. They were explained the official from the harem. They proceeded to dance tantalisingly in front of Steve slowly removing their skimpy clothes. One played with Steves little cock while the other one gently fingered herself in front of him. I found myself a little aroused if Im honest but the sight of his still limp cock did nothing for me. Of course Steve passed the test. He was well and truly a eunuch, no danger to any woman with that cock. The official then explained Steves harem duties. He would still keep his paid employment but would have to attend as a harem eunuch for 3 shifts a week outside of his office hours. Basically he was there to do whatever the women in the harem bade him to do. There were about 70 women in the harem as well as some children. Male children were not allowed in the harem after the age of 11. There were usually about 10 eunuchs on duty so he would be kept busy with at least 7 women to tend to. Touching the women without permission was forbidden. Duties would though include dressing and undressing the women, bathing duties and massage. However the sheik aware of the frustrations of 70 sexually ripe women gave his women permission to have the eunuchs as limited sexual partners if they wished. The sheik looked upon it as the eunuchs keeping his women moist for him. Therefore eunuchs would almost certainly be expected to perform cunnilingus frequently or stand discreetly by while the women masturbated themselves or each other. Finally Steve was given a uniform or rather half of one. He had to try on a green silk tunic emblazoned with gold diamond patterns. This tunic was deliberately made to reach down as far as the waist only. He would be naked from the waist down while on harem duty and any pubic hair that grew back was to be shaven daily.. It was the rule that all men entering the harem except the sheik had to remove their lower garments to prevent any men other than eunuchs from entering. I watched bewildered almost as Steve walked back in with his tunic on. 3 days ago this was my normal husband with all the usual faults but at least he had a pair of balls. The man if that was a true description now standing in front of me was someone else, resplendent in his sparkling tunic, with that helpless half grin that only those of you who have seen a newly castrated eunuch will recognise, and naked from the waist down with no pubic hair no scrotum no testicles and a shrivelled limp cock. The official pulled me to one side. He told me that he had seen my expression and was familiar with the confusion that eunuchs wives have to face. Out of earshot of Steve he asked me if I was aware of the stud service. I nodded. “ You may find it useful in the weeks and months ahead he advised. Steve was still unaware of this and despite my being turned off by his eunuch status he was still my husband and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. However it sounded like he was going to be very busy with attending to young ladies even without his balls and that was surely going to test our relationship further. If he was getting to lick the pussies of some of the most beautiful women on the planet I imagined he would not want to be doing the same for me when he got home.

I hope my experiences are of some interest to you. If you would like to hear more please leave some feedback and I will try to put part 3 together. This will focus on how Steve and I adapted to his duties in the harem and the attention he received as one of the few white eunuchs, from not only the women but also the sheik and his guests.