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He had grown used to her visits and looked forward to them. his behaviour was always polite and controlled but he noticed there was usually a slight thickening of his penis when she talked to him. Her job was to act as a liaison with his family as he served out a prison sentence for a date offense that had landed him in the trouble he was in, and he enjoyed her female company. She was quite experienced in her job and was aware that some men had privately accepted castration rather than go through the processes of being turned in to a public court by an accuser. The idea of men accepting castration voluntarily had always made her somewhat wet although she had never been involved in negotiations professionally. She instictively felt that this particular man would accept this solution if the subject arose. It was not her job to discuss such matters however and refrained from doing so. She had no knowledge of the effects of castration on men beyond assuming that if it were to be done a natural physical clean cut deballing was better than messing around with chemical drugs. She had never met a eunuch but would like to do so in real life. One day, the conversation did come up. Both were privately aroused that the conversation had come up, and she found herself in the unusual position of promising to talk to his partner about the subject. She did so, and to her surprise found that his partner was interested in the idea if it brought him home to her sooner. A sort of bond now had arisen between her and the couple on this subject, but her job was very busy and varied and she moved on to other aspects of her career and so ceased to meet either of them. Some five years later she and the man recognised each other at a rail station commuting to work. At once she felt slightly wet, and died to ask point blank if he had been legally castrated, being free as he was to go to work and act out a normal life again. They talked in the train compartment, but could not broach such a subject in public. She learnt that he and his partner had broken up, which made her assume that something may have happened, but on the other hand noticed that as they sat opposite each other in the train compartment he had secretly looked at her knees which were positioned slightly apart and tanned bare in the summer weather, so assumed that he could not have been castrated. She found herself very obsessed with these thoughts, which she thought were perverted but somehow also natural. He at his end found all the old emotional ties with this person coming back and wanted to know more about her. She was still a social worker and single, but could he ask her out in his condition? What would she think if he dated her and she found out that he no longer had the balls to love her properly? He found himself sweating with embarrassment at the thought of her looking for the first time at his penis instead of expecting good sex. Nature, however prevailed, and as the train arrived at the main station, he plucked up courage and asked for her telephone number, which she gave. |