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I cant make this long. If Mistress finds out Im writing this, it would be very bad for me. You might not think that things can be any worse for me, but they can. She sent me an email a month ago. She saw a story I wrote about me being castrated by a woman. It was fiction, of course. I mean, Ive had castration fantasies ever since I hit puberty. And fantasies about being a slave to a woman, too. But I never really wanted to lose my balls. And I never thought I would, either. But Mistress saw my weakness. She knew that deep down, I had an urge to be dominated by a woman. Especially a beautiful, sexy woman. So she sent me the email asking who I was, what I wanted, all my fantasies. She said she loved my story, and asked whether I wanted it to be true. I told her I didnt want to be castrated, but that castration play was a real turn-on for me. I liked tying up my nuts and slapping them around. Once I left them tied up for nearly an hour, until they began to get numb. That scared me, so I never tried that again. But I still liked to punish my balls. Mistress said she understood, and wanted to meet me so we could engage in castration play. When she sent her picture, I couldnt believe how gorgeous she was. A body to die for. My cock got hard right away. I responded right away, and she told me how to get to her house. Okay, I dont have much time left, so I need to finish this fast. Mistress met me at the door wearing this amazing leather outfit, and put this dog collar on me, with a leash. She closed the door and ordered me to take off my clothes. Then I had to bow my head while she put cuffs on me, and tied my hands behind my back. Mistress yanked the chain and brought me into the living room. There were two other women there, not as beautiful as Mistress, but pretty. Mistress ordered me to my knees. One of the other women came up from behind and put this ball gag in my mouth, and tied it behind my head. Then they pushed me over and tied my feet together. I was totally helpless. The two women picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. There was a big table with a plastic tablecloth. While one held me down, the other tied my feet to the table, then my arms. They really stretched me out. It hurt and I yelled into my gag, which made the women laugh. Thats when Mistress came into the kitchen, holding this huge knife. She mocked me, telling me how weak I was, how all men are just pieces of shit. And that all men were good for one thing to be eunuch slaves to women. By now I realized that this wasnt castration fantasy any more. Mistress put her left hand around my sack and squeezed it so hard I thought I would faint. She laughed, saying that was nothing. That I didnt know what real pain was, but I soon would. I was crying and shaking, but Mistress never took her eyes off my balls. Without releasing her grip, she stabbed the knife through the top of my sack. I saw blood hitting her leather glove. The pain was unbelievable. The other women had to hold me down because I was struggling so bad. It didnt take long. Just a few cuts and Mistress was holding up my sack, balls still inside. Thats when I passed out. I dont know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up I was still tied up. There was a big bandage between my legs, and the worst throbbing pain ever. Ever since then, Ive been nothing but a slave to Mistress and her friends. Anything they want, sexual or not, I have to do. Tonight was the first night they left me alone, so I was able to write this email. But they could come back any time, so I have to end now. I cant tell you where I am. Or even give out Mistress name. Because theyd kill me if they found out. Its bad enough that I wrote this email. They would cut off my cock for sure and barbecue it for dinner if they found out. But I just had to warn everybody. Dont make the same mistake I did. Unless you want to lose your balls forever. |