MESMORIZED BY MISTRESS’S PICTURE

This story is fictitious and fantasy.  Nothing in this story is real.  This story is for people of legal age.  It should not be put where minors have access to it.  If you are under age, read the comics.  If stories of explicit sex and violence offend you, go elsewhere.

My IRC nick is boy.  I work at a large local company as a package person.  I am 35 and make sure packages are properly secured before they go to the shipping dock.  As I have always been interested in bondage and female domination, I often join chat rooms on IRC that relate to the subjects of bondage and feminine domination.  One evening I met Mistress S.  I had found sites dealing with the making of a male into a eunuch.  I had taken to using the nick Dickbegone.  Mistress S often chatted with me.

Mistress S and I chatted often on IRC.  I used the name Dickbegone.  Every time we chatted Mistress S told me how much she would like to meet in person, get me helpless, torture me and remove my cock and balls.  She said, “Dickbegone, if you lose your balls, you may as well lose your cock.  After your balls are gone your cock won’t be of any use to you.”

Mistress S told me the things she would like to do to me.  Each time they would get me my dick hard.  When I logged off I had to masturbate several times in order to relieve my frustration.  This caused me to hate my cock even more.  I was slave to it and couldn’t do anything about it.  I was a slave to my cock and I hated that feeling.  The more I had to masturbate, the more I hated my cock.  The company I worked for was experiencing a lag in sales.  Instead of laying off employees they were going to give us a three month furlough at half pay.  They knew they would have to eventually increase production.  It would cost less to do that than to train new employees.  The night after I received that news, I logged on to the chat room.  Mistress S was there.  As usual she said, “Hi Dickbegone.  Are you ready to lose it yet?”

I replied, “Maybe!”

She typed, “I sure would like to get you in my dungeon and take it off.  I could tie you up, fuck your ass, whip your worthless body and nullify you.  I sure would like to have you helpless.   If I got you helpless Dickbegone would no longer be a fantasy for you but a reality.”

I told Mistress S that in two weeks I would have 3 months off from work.  She typed, “PM me boy!”

The box typed in it and the letters typed in the box read, “Give me your email address boy!”

Without thinking I typed it in the private message box.  Mistress S logged off.  Without Mistress S being in the chat room there was little of interest to me there.  She had gotten me so hot; I spent the rest of the evening masturbating.

The next evening I logged on to the chat room.  Mistress S was not there.  Nor was she there at any time during the evening.  I wondered what happened to her.  She did not make an appearance the next night either.  The next day when I logged on to the internet the computer said, “You have mail.”

One of the letters was from Mistress S.  It read;

“Dickbegone if you’re serious about wanting to be bound, tortured and have your useless dick and balls removed, write me.”

“I was stupefied.  I loved the fantasy of being helpless at the hands of a beautiful, powerful sadistic dominatrix.  However, did I want the real thing?  I mean we’re talking real pain here.  Not only are we talking real pain, I would be altered for the rest of my life.  If Mistress S meant what she said, if we met, I would lose my cock and balls.  Did I really want to be nullified?”

I didn’t answer Mistress S’s letter.  I thought about it and decided I was chicken.  I had powerful fantasies.  The idea of experiencing them in real life terrified me.  For the next 3 days I ignored the computer.  The next time I logged on to the net, it again said, “You have mail.”  The letter was from Mistress S.  In effect it said, “Are you chicken or do you want this.”  Mistress S told me the things she would like to do to me.  She went into great detail.  Of course, this got me really turned on.  Then I noticed there was an attachment to the letter.  I punched the button and a photograph started to come up.  It was the picture of a leather clad dominatrix.  She didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination.  She had on a very skimpy, black bra.  It showed the entire beauty of her ample breasts.  She had on a skimpy pair of shorts that were a little less than a small bikini bottom.  She had long legs with lithe thighs.  Her calf muscles showed through the black leather of the knee high boots she had on.  The stiletto heels of the boots showed her legs to be perfect.  I got even harder looking the lovely vision Mistress S’s photo presented to me.   Underneath the photo were the words, “Look what you’re missing boy.  If you have he guts you can experience this in real life.”

I didn’t realize it at the time.  Right then and there I made my mistake.  I printed out Mistress S’s picture.  I definitely was not going to let her get me helpless.  From what she said, once she got me bound my cock and balls would be removed.  I wasn’t as yet ready for that.  Friday was my last day of work for three months.  I came home from the shift with not really a lot to do.  The local bar scene did nothing for me.  I couldn’t find any woman there that would be interested in my kinky ideas.  I got on the computer.  There wasn’t a whole lot new on the net.  There were just the same old sites that I had visited many times.  After several days of this I was bored.  I picked up some papers to put away and Mistress S’s picture fell out of the pile.

I looked at it and immediately became hard.  As I stared at that picture, I got one of those feelings.  It is sort of like when you put yourself in bondage.  You get to the last lock, knowing if you lock it you may not escape.  You are too far gone to do what is sane. You close the lock and get a real rush of adrenalin from hearing the click.  Then after you come off of your high you get really worried about being able to escape.  Before I realized what I had done, my fingers were on the keyboard and I had sent an email to Mistress S asking her how we could meet.

In very short order I received an answer.  Mistress S told me where she lived.  She asked me to tell her in which town I lived.  I thought it was funny that she did not ask for my address.  I didn’t answer right away.  Shortly the computer pinged and I saw another letter from Mistress S had arrived.  It simply said, “What about it boy?”  Before I thought, I typed in the name of my town and hit the reply button.

I had a few things to do including spending a few days in the mountains hiking.  When I got home and logged on to the net, there were several letters that I answered.  The last one was from Mistress S.  It read; “If you want to meet me reply to this letter.  Wait for my answer and respond immediately.”

I thought, “Forget this.  I really don’t want to meet her.”  It was a long lonely weekend.  I was back at the desk and spied Miss Sultry’s picture.  The picture had the same effect on me.  I was so turned on by looking at it that I couldn’t stand it.  Right then and there I should have masturbated.  I fondled my cock and stared at the picture.  I got even hotter and began to get that dangerous rush of adrenalin.  I typed a letter to Mistress S asking her how we could meet.

Before I could get up from the chair and go to the bed to do a proper job of jacking myself off, the computer pinged.  Mistress S’s letter read;

Be at the parking lot on P Street at exactly 10.  You can take the bus there.  The last bus of the evening gets there at approximately 9:45.  Be on that bus.  Stop jerking yourself off right now.  Your cock is mine.  Only I have the right to do anything with it.”

Even though Mistress S was not present, I looked at her picture and felt her power.  I immediately stopped masturbating.  The rest of the day passed slowly.   I really didn’t want to meet her.  It was just that I was not frustrated by not reaching a climax that I was not in the real world.  If I was going to be at the P Street lot, I would have to catch the bus a few blocks from my house a little after 8 and transfer to the P Street bus.  It was now about quarter to 8.  I wasn’t going to go to the lot.  About this time I glanced at her picture.  It seemed to say to me, “Boy get your ass out to that bus now.”

When I realized what had happened I had entered the bus and taken a seat.  I soon reached the transfer point and got on the P Street bus.  The bus was running a little late.  I was just a few minutes before 10 when I got off of the bus. I walked over to the lot.  There was no one around.  I waited about 10 minutes and nothing happened.  I finally realized, “What am I doing here?  I really don’t want to do this.”

I decided right then and there, “This is not for me.”  I had walked a little way into the lot.  I began to walk to the entrance as fast as I could.  I was going to get out of there as fast as I could.  I was about 10 yards from the entrance when a van came into the lot and screeched to a stop.  I could just distinguish 2 powerfully built women getting out of the van.  Before I could do anything, they grabbed me.  Each of them forced an arm behind my back.  I was no match for their strength.  I felt cuffs lock on my wrists.  A helmet was placed over my head and fastened in place.  A gag was put in my mouth and buckled in place I was roughly shoved in the van and fastened into a seat.  We drove for quite a distance.  I was taken out of the van and roughly led down a long flight of stairs.  I was given a shove and heard what must have been a cell door clank shut.  I was left there for a little while.  Then I heard a voice say, “Back up until you reach the cell bars.  Then I’ll free your cuffs and remove your helmet.”  I did as directed.  I felt the helmet come off of my head and the cuffs fall way from my wrists

I turned around and when my eyes focused I saw Mistress S standing there.  She was even more beautiful, taller and powerful than she had looked in her picture.  She said, “Remember boy, in my dungeon my word is law.  You will obey or be punished.  Strip off your clothes and give them to me.  You’ll have no more use for them until you leave here.”

I did as directed and folded everything neatly in a pile.  Mistress S continued, “It was the picture that got you here wasn’t it boy?”

“Yes it was.”

“It is the picture that gets them every time.  Once males stare at my picture they cannot resist my will.  They don’t want to come here.  Every time it’s the same.  Males struggle against my will and lose.”

“This is all a bit new to you.  I will allow you to rest, in your cell as best you can.  Of course you will be bound.  Back up to the cell bars so I can properly tie your wrists with rope.”

I did as she ordered.  My wrists were quickly roped behind my back.  Mistress S unlocked the cell door, came in and tightly hogtied me.  I spent the night that way.

The next morning, Mistress S entered the dungeon.  Behind her were two impossibly tall muscular goddesses.  Mistress S looked over at the hog tied helpless man.  She said, “You’ve already met Brandy and Betty.  From time to time they will help me with you.  Brandy entered the cell and untied Boy except for his wrists.  They escorted him to the center of the room and pulled his wrists up behind his back in the strappado, medieval torture position.  He was given a good whipping.  For the next 6 weeks boy suffered pain at the hands of Mistress S.  He asked her to kill him and put him out of his misery several times.  One day Mistress S told him, “You’re ready for the final operation.  You can spend a week in your cell recovering.  Boy spent the next week in the cell.  He was amazed at how fast his body recovered From Mistress S’s abuse.  By the end of the week Boy felt pretty good.  Mistress S came in and said, “It looks as if you’re doing well.  I hope you’re ready for your big day.”

Boy replied,  “I didn’t think I would feel this good, this soon.”

“I give pain.  I don’t do permanent damage except of course for the final action.  Speaking of that, “You’re scheduled for tomorrow.  I hope you’re ready.”

The next morning Brandy and Betty entered Boy’s cell.  Each took hold of one of his arms.  It would have been useless for Boy to resist.  It would have only taken one of the Amazons to subdue him.  They escorted him into an operating room.  Boy was quickly strapped to a table.  His cock and balls were laid out for easy access.  Mistress S and three women dressed in white entered.  A mirror on the ceiling was positioned in a way that Boy could see his cock and balls.  Mistress S said, “This is Doctor Ann.  She will be performing the operation.”

Dr. Ann said, “I’m kind of a sadist.  I like to watch a male’s face as he feels the pain of me slicing off his cock and balls and sees them removed from his body.  After you see me hold up your severed cock and balls, you will be put to sleep.  I hope you enjoy your view of the big event.”

An assistant stood on each side of Boy’s cock and balls.  They shaved and treated Boy’s genital area with antiseptic. One of the assistants handed Dr Ann a catheter.  She slid it down Boy’s pee hole until she felt it seat in his bladder.  The other assistant handed Dr. Ann a scalpel.  She said, “Here we go!”

Dr Ann positioned the scalpel as close to Boy’s body as she could get it.  She carefully and neatly began to slice around his scrotum.  Boy felt the pain of the knife slicing through his flesh.  He twisted and turned in his bonds.  It was useless.  His soon to be removed genitals remained in place and could not move.  As Dr. Ann sliced around the scrotum the assistants tied of veins, arteries and cords.  Dr. Ann said, “Your balls are off.  Now I’m going to slice off your cock.  I’m going to be careful here.  I want the cock and balls to come off together in one piece.” 

This time Boy felt real pain as Dr. Ann began to slice carefully around the root of his cock.  He began to scream and was quickly gagged.  He could help himself.  He watched Dr. Ann Slice off his cock pull the tube from the catheter through his cock until it came free with his balls still attached to it.  Boy was given a shot and there was nothing but blackness.

When Boy came to he was in a room with a bed sink and toilet.  Mistress S came in and said, “You’re doing nicely.  Dr Ann says you should be able to leave in time to get back home before your plant goes back into operation.  Boy recovered.  At times Dr. Ann performed a few more procedures.  Boy only needed local anesthetic for those.  One day Miss Sultry told boy that he could leave.  In addition she said he was welcome to come back and be tortured at any time.  Miss Sultry asked Boy for his address.  He gave it to her.  She told him in time he would receive a gift from her. Boy was blindfolded and escorted back to where he had been picked up.  There was nothing for him to do but go back to his apartment.  When he arrived there a message on his answering machine told him to report to work tomorrow.

For the first time Boy felt at peace with himself.  He was no longer slave to his cock.  He concentrated on his job.  In short order he was promoted to foreman and then area supervisor.  He no longer wasted his time thinking about sex.

Several months after boy had been home, He received a package.  He opened it.  He found the package contained a shiny silver replica of a cock and balls.  The enclosed note read, “I’ve stuffed your cock and balls.  This is an exact metal cast of your cock and balls.  The original is stuffed in a glass case on a shelf.

The next summer boy had a vacation coming.  He pulled out Miss Sultry’s picture and wondered if he was up to being tortured some more.

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