The main source of our families wealth, and income is the properties we own, and rent out in the city. These include apartment houses, single family houses, and strip malls. Since we rarely leave our country estate where we have established our little world of female rule. We have engaged a realty management firm to handle the day to day operations. Twice a year it is necessary for one of us to go to the city to make an inspection of the properties, and check the books. Since grandmother is retired, and mother is semi retired, as the oldest daughter that task usually falls on me. It takes me about a week to complete my business, then I spend another week shopping, going to the theater, shopping, visiting old friends, shopping, in short enjoying myself.

On this particular trip my sister Rita decided that she wanted to come along with me. The two hour drive to the city was uneventful. We settled into the townhouse we keep for our use when in the city without problems. Of course we did bring two of our eunuch slaves along to care for our needs. One was dildo my cock less pet, the other was worm, a slave who’s balls Rita took. The first week I took care of the family business, while Rita had fun. The second week we both had fun. It was the Friday evening before the Monday when we were going to return to the estate. Rita, and I were club hopping. We went to a couple of S&M clubs. I so enjoyed the attention we received in the clubs. So many men crawling to us begging us to make them our slaves. Little did they know that when we take a male slave we take something else too, something they would not want to give us. Then we went to a bar for a quick drink before going home to the townhouse.

We were sitting in the bar having a drink when this guy came over to us, and tried to pick up Rita. From what I could see of him he was well built, and cute. She said no, then he tried to pick up me. I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring, so I was about to say no too. I do not take another woman’s property. Then Rita whispered in my ear that she had an idea, and to go along with her. I know from experience that when Rita has an idea, some guy is going to pay, and pay dearly. Rita smiled sweetly at the guy. Then she told him that we are sisters, and we do everything together. So he would have to go with both of us. But she went on to say that he would have to agree to do whatever we say.

He could not believe his luck. Not only would he get to bang one beautiful woman, but he would get to bang two beautiful woman, he thought. So he readily agreed to do whatever we said. Rita reached out rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, and told him to come with us. He followed us out of the bar like a puppy. My car is around the corner, he said. Rita told him that we would use our car, and to leave his parked. When we reached our car Rita took off the scarf she was wearing, and used it to blindfold him. What’s this, he said, shhhh, she said, putting her fingers to his lips. You agreed to do what we said, so just relax, and enjoy. From the sly smile she was giving me I knew that Rita was going to enjoy, and so would I. The blindfold was so that he would not know where we lived.

We helped him into the car, and drove home. The townhouse has it’s own garage so once we were inside, and the doors closed we helped him out of the car. Rita stood next to him, and told him to put his hands behind his back. As soon as he did she took a pair of handcuffs out of her bag, and cuffed him. Then we led him into the house. Then we removed the blindfold. He found himself in our well furnished, comfortable living room. Rita was wearing one of these mini coat dresses that zipper from hem to neck. Under it all she had on was her garter belt and nylons. She told him to take off her dress. His hands were cuffed behind his back, so he asked how. She said with your teeth. He bent his head took the zipper pull in his mouth and pulled it down. Naturally he had to lower his body to get the zipper all the way down, so when he was done he was on his knees in front of her, and her dress was laying on the floor.

I did not need a road map to tell me what Rita had in mind for me to do. Ever since we were little girls I have been able to read her mind. I grabbed the handcuff chain between his wrists, and yanked his arms up. At the same time I put my foot on his crotch, and pressed hard on his balls. This immobilized him. I told him not to move or I would crush his balls. Rita went into the next room, and came out with a collar, a leash, and leg cuffs. I held him as she placed the collar on him, and attached the leash. Then I hooked the handcuff chain on short chain, and snap swivel attached to the back of the collar. I pulled him to his feet, and Rita put the leg cuffs on him, and I held his balls tightly in my hand.

Rita left the room again, and returned with a pair of scissors. She told him to kick off his shoes, then she cut off all the rest of his clothing shredding the garments so he could never wear them again. We emptied the contents of his pockets, removed his jewelry, and put those items in a small drawstring pouch for safe keeping.

Now that he was naked, I held on to his balls as Rita explained the facts of life to him. You will address us as Mistress, she said. You will not speak except to answer a question with either a yes, or no. You will follow all of our orders without hesitation, and without question. Failure to follow these rules will result in severe pain. One more thing, if you fail to please my sister she will cut off your cock. If you fail to please me, I will cut off your balls. Just in case you think we will not do it, you are wrong we have done it before, and can do it again. Here is proof, she said. Dildo, worm, get in here now! The two eunuchs, said yes Mistress in unison, and came into the room. The eunuchs were as naked as they would be on the estate. Dildo, she asked, who cut off your cock? Mistress Athena cut off my cock, Mistress Rita, was the answer. Worm, she asked, who cut off your balls? You did Mistress Rita, he answered. As you can see she said to the man, we mean business.

If the way I was squeezing his balls, and the tone of Rita’s voice was not enough to convince him we meant business, the sight of our two eunuchs was. Rita asked him if he understood the rules. He said yes. Yes what, I asked, giving his balls a little extra squeeze. Yes Mistress was his reply. That’s better, I said. Rita turned her back to him, and leaned forward. I gave his balls another squeeze. What are you waiting for, I said to him. My sister has invited you to lick her asshole. Are you refusing her offer? Do you want to lose your balls? He bent over and put his head against her ass. I held tight to the leash attached to his collar to keep him from falling, as he licked Rita’s asshole.

He was now throughly cowered, so there was no longer any need to hold on to his balls for control. We had him get to his knees, and follow us on the leash as we led him down to the basement playroom. Once there we removed the handcuffs, and put a pair of leather cuffs on him. Then we hooked the cuffs to suspension ropes, and lifted him off the floor. We then left him hanging by his wrists while we went upstairs to enjoy climax after climax under the lapping tongues of our eunuchs. Then we went to sleep, and dreamed sweet dreams of female supremacy.

It was after noon the next day when we woke up. After having our eunuchs serve us breakfast in bed, provide us with our wake up climax, bathe us, and assist us in dressing, we both wore garter belt, nylons, and knee high boots with high stiletto heels. Then we went down to the basement accompanied by our eunuchs to look in on our captive. He had been hanging by his wrists from the time we put him into that position till the time we returned to the basement. He seemed to be asleep, his head drooping on his chest. We could only assume that after some time in that position exhaustion took over, and he was finally able to fall asleep. Now was the time we would waken him. I picked up a paddle, and Rita picked up a genital whip. Get up shithead, I yelled at him as I struck his ass with my paddle. Then Rita struck his balls with her whip.

He came awake with a start. Shithead, I said you have displeased us. You should have been ready to greet us when we entered. Only your pain can wipe away our displeasure. Not greeting us will cost you twenty strokes from each of us. I started the punishment with a hard swat of my paddle to his ass. The force of the blow sent him swinging towards Rita. She gave him a hard lash on his cock, and balls sending him swinging back to me. Another swat from me sent him back towards her for another lash from her. This back and forth swatting went on till all twenty strokes from each of us was meted out. Throughout the beating, he was screaming in pain, and yelling at us to stop.

Look at this Athena, Rita said as she called my attention to his cock. See how big it is, he must love being beaten it gives him such a big erection. I did have to admit that he was sporting a huge erection. But then most men will have an erection when a woman whips their cock, and balls. Well then I said, lets give him a treat. How about twenty more strokes each? We could see the look of terror in his eyes, as he pleaded with us not to hit him again. Your lips tell us one thing, I said, but your cock tells us another. Lips can lie, but cocks never do. Twenty more should make your cock happy, very happy, and isn’t that why you tried to pick us up, to make your cock happy?

For the second set of twenty strokes, Rita, and I changed positions, and implements. She now used the paddle on his ass, and I used the whip on his cock and balls. I have to admit that the torturing of the genitals of a functioning man is erotic to me. It gets me hot, and all wet between my legs. By the fifth stroke I was dripping. By the tenth stroke my free hand was rubbing my clit. By the end of the twenty strokes I was almost ready to climax. Looking behind him, I could see that Rita was as hot, and ready as I was. But that would have to wait a few minutes. I had something special planned that would torment him, without our having to touch him. We could watch his torture as we climaxed.

I went over to him, and touched his ass it was beet red, and even the slightest touch caused him to wince in pain. Then I checked out his cock and balls, his cock was striped by whip lashes. There was even a few drops of blood where the whip had cut the skin. His scrotum was red, and stretched by his balls which were swollen to almost three times their normal size. Here again the slightest touch caused him to wince in pain. I asked him is he wanted me to apply something to cool, and soothe his hot tender flesh. Through his sobs, he said yes. Yes what! I demanded to know. Yes Mistress, he corrected himself. I should give you ten more lashes on your cock and balls for that error, I told him. He begged me to have mercy. I took his swollen balls in my hand, and squeezed . He screamed, and twisted around in mid air, still in suspension.

I am in such a good mood that I will put some nice cooling salve on you, I told him. I went to a cabinet, put on a rubber glove, for my protection, and took out a bottle of oil of wintergreen. And a cotton swab. I went back to him, and started to rub the oil on his ass, cock and balls. Then I pulled the cotton off the end of the swab, dipped the thin wood stick into the bottle of oil. I then pit the end of the stick against the pee hole of his cock, and shoved it in. Coating the inside of his cock with the oil. He stiffened, and winced when I touched him, but soon the cooling, and soothing effect of the oil relaxed him.

Rita and I then sat in front of him to watch the show he was going to put on for us. It only took a couple of minutes for the oil to penetrate the pores of his skin. Once it did, the other effect of the oil took place. Wherever the oil touched he started to feel heat. A heat hotter than a mustard plaster. A searing heat that, a heat like no heat he ever felt before. He began to dance in mid air. Swinging by his wrists, kicking his legs, doing anything he could to try to stop the burning. His ass was on fire. His balls were on fire. His cock was on fire both outside, and inside. Rita and I could not wait any longer we had the eunuchs get between our legs and bring us to climax, after climax, as we watched the show he was putting on for us. We knew that the show would continue for a long time. Once oil of wintergreen is absorbed into the skin, it can’t be washed off. It has to wear off, and will continue to burn until it is completely gone which can take up to twelve hours.

We took him down from the suspension, and moved him to a low stock. In the stock he was forced to bend over, his head held at crotch level. His hands were held in place next to his head. His legs were pulled apart, and fixed to rings on the floor. Rita strapped on a massive dildo. She went in front of him where he could see it. You thought you were going to fuck us, she said so now I am going to fuck you. She went behind him. His ass was still sore from the paddling, and burning from the oil of wintergreen. She spread his cheeks wide. Then she placed the head of the dildo on his rosebud. And without warning she thrust forward as hard as she could. Every touch of our hands, the forcing of the dildo into him, brought screams and cries from his lips. He begged, and pleaded with us, but we only laughed at him. He thought he would get pleasure from us, instead he has received pain, and we received pleasure. He thought to use us, but we used him.

It was now late in the afternoon, and we had other things to do that day, so we left him in the stocks, and went back upstairs, with our eunuchs. We did leave him something to think about, Rita unstrapped her dildo and left it in his ass. Once upstairs we dressed in out leathers as we had decided to spend that Saturday night playing in an S&M club. At the club we met a number of women we knew, all Mistresses, and came up with another way to torment our captive. We arranged for the ladies to come over to our house the next evening for a little party where our captive would provide the entertainment. We also told them to bring along well hung slaves.

We rose early that Sunday 9:30, A. M., well it’s early for us, late for most people. A quick trip to a local mall where there are shops that open on Sunday. Then we purchased everything we would need for that evenings party. A garter belt, a few pair of nylons, crotch less panties, a padded bra, and a pair of high heel pumps. All in a size that would fit our captive. We also bought some cheap makeup, and toilet water. Our shopping done we returned home to get our captive ready for the evenings festivities. We went down to the basement, removed the dildo, and released him from the stocks. His ass, cock, and balls were still red, and sore. We ordered dildo, and worm to clean him up, and shave all of his body except his head. Pay special attention to his pubic hair we told them. Our eunuchs took him away to a small bath we have next to the playroom.

Within an hour our eunuchs returned him to us. Then we gave him the clothes we bought him, and ordered him to get dressed. When he did not move fast enough for us a flick of a whip was all the encouragement he needed. When he was dressed, we had the eunuchs apply his makeup. The rest of that day was spent teaching him how to walk in heels without falling down, and proper slave etiquette. Just before it was time for our first guests to arrive we took him upstairs to the living room. We told him that we were expecting company, and that he was to greet all the ladies, and obey them. We reminded him that whether or not he got to keep his cock, and balls would rely on how well he behaved with our friends. We told him to watch what dildo, and worm did and to do the same. Then we waited for our guests to arrive.

We did not have long to wait for the first guest to arrive. When the doorbell rang, dildo crawled to the door to answer it. We could hear him greeting our guest, and although we could not see it we knew that he had kissed her feet as a good slave should when greeting a Mistress. He crawled back into the living room with her following. She had her own naked slave in tow by a leash attached to his collar. He crawled inti the room behind her. She dropped the leash and he crawled to Rita, and me to kiss our feet in greeting. At the same time worm crawled to her to kiss her feet. It took a slash of my crop, but our captive got the idea and crawled out to greet her. This scene was repeated when each of our guests arrived. All of the ladies brought a slave with them.

All our guests being present, we had dildo, worm, and out captive go from Mistress to Mistress with trays of drinks, and snacks. Some of the guest Mistresses had never seen a eunuch before. They were interested in making a closer examination of dildo, and worm. They played with dildo’s balls, and with worm’s useless pencil thin limp shrunken cock. The ladies asked if it was difficult to castrate a slave. I could see the look of fear in the faces of their slaves when I said it was very easy, anyone can do it with a little practice. You might even get to see one done tonight if this one doesn’t please us. I pointed out our captive by striking him with my crop when I said this one. Then Rita, and I laughed.

We all went down to the basement playroom. We turned our captive over to our guests to play with. Then Rita, and I sat down to watch the fun. They put him into various pieces of our equipment, from stocks, to crosses, to horses. They whipped him. They tormented his cock, and balls. They had their slaves fuck his ass. They had him suck off their slaves. Whenever he balked at doing what they ordered he felt the sting of their whips. One of them used a low power cattle prod on his cock and balls. But like they say, all good things have to come to an end. It was time for us to decide if we would take his cock, and balls away from him.

We secured him to an X frame. Then additional rope was across his chest, waist, and thighs to keep him from moving. Ladies, Rita said to our guests it is up to you. Has he pleased you, or do I take his balls. Almost in one voice they all voted to have him castrated. The look of sheer terror in his eyes was so delicious, I almost creamed in my panties. Rita look at worm, and ordered him to get the cart. Worm went into the next room and came back wheeling a serving cart that had a towel covering whatever was on it. She removed the towel to show everyone the tools of her trade so to speak. A knife, a needle threaded with carpet thread, a butane torch, a small steel button on a handle, a roll of adhesive tape, and a pair of surgical clamps.

Now it was Rita’s turn. She used the tape to secure his cock against his belly keeping it out of her way. Then she made an incision down the center of his scrotum. She squeezed out his balls, and let them dangle in front of him for all the ladies to see. She pulled his balls down stretching the connective tubes, and blood vessels. Clamping them close to his body to prevent heavy blood flow, she cut off his balls. Then using the button which worm had been heating fir her, she cauterized the ends of the tubes, and blood vessels. Releasing the clamps, they snapped back into his scrotum. The last step was to sew up the scrotum with the carpet thread. During the operation he screamed, begged, and pleaded to keep his balls. By the end, he had feinted.

The ladies had cheered during the operation. They had forced their slaves to watch, and were not giving their slaves a look that could only be interpreted as meaning your next. We left him tied to the X frame, and went upstairs. Watching him being castrated had made all of us hot, so we had our slaves between our legs. After all of us had climaxed the ladies told us that it was the best climax they had ever had. Rita, and I were sure that the next time we came to the city, and met our guests at one of the clubs they would have eunuchs of their own. But it was late, and we had to get an early start in the morning for the trip back to the estate so the party broke up.

Early the next morning our eunuchs disguised our van. There would be no way to paint it in less than an hour, but by using black tape they changed the license plate numbers. P J O - 3 7 3 3, became B U Q - 8 7 8 8. We then went down to our playroom to get our captive. He was awake, and crying. We released him from the X frame, and had the eunuchs drag him to the garage. He was placed in the back of the van, and blindfolded. The pouch containing all his valuables was tied around his neck.

We had checked his drivers license so we knew where he lived. It was time to let him go. We drove to within three blocks of his home doused him with the cheap toilet water, and threw him out of the van. He now had to make his way home made up to look like a cheap whore, dressed in high heels, nylons, a garter belt, crotch-less panties, and a padded bra on streets filled with people. We then drove away. Finding an alley we pulled into it, and removed the tape from our license plates.

On the drive home I wondered how he was able to explain to his wife where he had been all weekend, why he was dressed like he was, how his cock got branded, and what happened to his balls. If he told her the truth, would she believe him? Will she keep him? Will she divorce him? Well that was his problem. Did I ever see him again? Yes I did a year later when I was in the city I went to one of the clubs. He was there naked, collared, and cuffed. A leash from his collar was being held by his new owner. He was on his knees sucking off his Master. He saw me, and grabbed his cock. Did he think I was there to claim my property?