Shelley's Slave

The only problem was that my brother, Anton, also fancied her; she liked us both, and said she didn’t know whom she preferred. Anton and I both proposed to her, and she said she would marry one of us and take the other as a slave. We agreed, both desperately hoping that we would be the husband not the slave.

On the day of the wedding, with 200 guests attending, the time came for Shelley to choose. She made us strip naked, which was embarrassing in front of so many people, but we would have done anything to get her to choose us. I could see that Shelley was really impressed with the length and girth of Anton’s dick – his is about 9 inches long, and it was standing firmly to attention. She looked at me, and I could see her disappointment – my cock is less than 3 inches long when fully erect, and at this moment, it was very limp and pathetic-looking.

Then she started to giggle, pointed at my prick, and said: ‘I can’t marry a man with only a stump for a cock. My ten year old brother has a bigger one than that! I want a proper man! It’s no contest – I’ll marry Anton, and Chris will be my slave.’

Under the rules we had agreed, Anton then got dressed, and the marriage ceremony took place. I remained naked, and had to wait until Shelley gave me her instructions. We had agreed that whoever was slave would allow Shelley to do whatever she wanted.

When the time came for me to receive my fate, I had to stand in front of everybody, while Shelley issued her instructions. People were laughing openly at my microscopic genitals. Shelley waited for them to be quiet, and then said that she wanted the following to happen to her new slave:

1. I was to wear a studded leather collar and metal wrist and ankle bands at all times.

2. My right buttock was to be branded with a special sign she had designed.

3. I was to be naked at all times unless otherwise instructed.

4. I was to serve her and Anton at all times.

5. All my body and pubic hair was to be removed and kept shaved at all times.

6. I must refer to Shelley at all times as ‘Mistress’, and she and everyone else would always refer to me as ‘slave’.

7. I was to be circumcised and have rings inserted into my testicles and the head of my penis.

All this duly happened, and I found myself as a helpless, humiliated slave, serving every whim of Shelley, and also Anton, which was really embarrassing and degrading – having to serve my younger brother, watching as he fucked the woman I loved. It was all the more galling because she obviously loved all that he did to her, having multiple orgasms whenever they had sex, and screaming and moaning uncontrollably as he hit all the right buttons.

I longed to have the pleasure of making love to her, but this seemed more and more unlikely as time went on, because she never ceased to ridicule my tiny genitals, calling me things like ‘microballs’, ‘stub’, ‘invisible dick’ and ‘raisin’ (because she reckoned my flaccid dick looked like a shrivelled up currant).

Then, one evening, she said: ‘I’m going to let you give me real pleasure tonight.’ I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought of having the chance at last to make love to her with my tiny, virgin cock. But then Shelley said: ‘You’re going to give me pleasure by letting me remove your useless little prick and those shrivelled up balls of yours. Then, I won’t have to be reminded of the bits that are no use to me, and every time I see your smooth little groin, I shall be reminded that I have total power over my slave.’

She made me stand in front of her, then put a metal contraption over my prick and balls. It was circular, with a handle on either side. She tightened it around the base of my penis and scrotum, then pulled both handles down, and I felt sharp blades cut through the base of my manhood, and heard them fall to the ground. The pain was intense, and grew as she cauterised the wound with a red hot metal bar, and then I passed out.

When I awoke, I could see that I had nothing left between my legs, and Mistress told me that I had a new pee hole near my anus, so that I would need to sit down to pee in future.

Although I was shocked when Shelley did this to me, I now enjoy being her eunuch slave, knowing that I am pleasing to her by my complete obedience, and by her total power over me. Also, I know that I am more pleasure to the woman I love as I am now, than I could ever have been if I were trying to satisfy her sexually as her husband with totally inadequate prick and balls.