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Letter from a slave. My beloved Mistress has read with great interest the stories from slaves who are eunuchs. She is 48 but looks 30. I am 53. She is my second Mistress. My first, was my wife who enslaved me 25 years ago. I loved her very much and I gladly accepted my lowly slave status. She taught me to understand the superiority of women and realize I was born to be a slave. She emphasized this superiority with enforced discipline and obedience. I endured a great deal of pain with her training but it brought me a happiness that I never dreamed of. When she died, my present Mistress who was a close friend of hers, took me in as her live in slave. She never permitted intercourse as she felt that it was a subservient act for a woman to perform. She does however regularly use my mouth on her vulva, anus and feet. She feels that my tongue should be my primary sex organ and has spent many hours training me. My only orgasms are induced by her using a vibrator or her feet. I was not even allowed to masturbate. One day I was tied down on my back very tightly while she playfully tortured my nipples and genitals. She loves to see me suffer for her pleasure. I began to get an erection. She took a look at it and grasped it in her hand and said. "How would like to FUCK me?" I was shocked because she had never used the "F" word and she always had made it clear that there would never be and intercourse in our relationship. I answered , Oh yes, yes Mistress I would love to make love to you. Please, Mistress I would love it. "The only thing you males think about is fucking." She said with contempt. "You are too anxious. I am going to take care of your little problem for you my little man. I am going to cut your little balls off this very night." She had threatened to do this several times before, pointing out that I didn't need them to lick her pussy and everyone knows that eunuchs make the best slaves. I was petrified. I begged her to let me keep this last vestige of my lost manhood. She laughed at me. She said that just thinking about my balls floating in a jar was making her sexy. She climbed on my body and lowered her vulva to my mouth. I then but my tongue to work with more vigor as I wanted to get her mind off of gelding me. After her second orgasm, she blindfolded me and tied me even tighter, especially around my abdomen and thighs. She then climbed on my body facing my feet, and sat fully on my face lowering her pussy to by mouth. She then used her hands very slowly on my erect penis. As she was skillfully bringing me closer to a climax she purred down at me. "Take it easy my little man, enjoy yourself. Make the pleasure last a long time, because as soon as you cum those little plums of yours will go." Hearing those ominous words carried me over the top and brought me to a marvelous orgasm. She then raised herself off my face and asked me if I enjoyed it. Oh Yes Mistress. Thank you it was wonderful. "Good I am glad you had a good time because it will be the last orgasm you will ever have as the time has come for you to lose your little friends." She climbed off of me and picked up her panties and came close to me. "Open wide." She commanded as gagged me with her panties and tied a blindfold over my eyes. I could not protest and I found myself unable to move, see or speak. I could hear her go to the bathroom and wash her hands. Soon she returned to the bedside and I felt a burning sensation in my genitals which have been shaved for 30 years, as she swabbed them with alcohol. Next I felt a several stinging sensations and a few minuets later it felt as if a knife was cutting around my scrotum. She then told me that there was less blood than she had expected. I swear I could feel blood running down my crotch. I was screaming muffled pleas into my gag. I felt a tug and a sharp pain. With a cry of triumph she said that my testicles were out. She then paused as I heard two soft plops. She said she was putting my balls in a jar of formaldehyde so she we can keep them fresh. She said that I can visit them anytime I want and see what gets males in so much trouble. I then felt her sponge off my crotch area. I felt a needle in the skin between my legs. She said that she was sewing up the wound around my severed scrotum. She then inserted a catheter in my penis and bandaged up the entire area. I felt her loosen up the straps that held me, and remove the gag but she did not release me. She said that she was going to leave me tied up all night. She did come and check the bandages a few times and see if I was all right. The strict bondage was painful. but I scarcely felt it. All I could think about was that my balls were gone! I couldn't sleep a wink. I hated the idea of being a eunuch. Would I ever again feel any kind of sexual pleasure.? Would I change physically? Would I develop breasts? All of these thoughts flooded my brain all night long. The next morning she came to me and removed the blindfold. She looked beautiful and I could see she was very happy. She showed me a small jar with two small round objects in a cloudy liquid. I didn't want to look but she forced me. I started to cry and she held me close. "Don't worry my little one." She said softly. I know what is best for you." She was so kind and gentle that I was starting to think that maybe this was for the best. She then wanted to change my bandage. I didn't want to look as she removed the gauze. I kept my eyes closed tight. Finally I heard her yell "Surprise"!!! I opened my eyes and looked down and saw that my testicles were intact. It had all been a terrible elaborate joke. She was laughing out loud at my reaction. I was in shock. as she explained to me that the "Stings" were her injecting a very small amount of Novocain in my sack. The "Knife " was a sharp piece of ice. My "Balls" in the jar were chicken gizzards. We talked about how I felt about my mock castration. I told her that I know that she owns me and my entire body is her property, but to be gelded seemed to me to be an outrageous abuse of her power. She looked very hurt at this statement and I swear I saw a tear in her eye. Immediately I felt guilty saying that, so I continued and said. But if you desire me to become a eunuch I think I could accept it as my fate. She listened very earnestly and a slight smile crossed her lipurself. Make the pleasure last a long time, because as soon as you cum those little plums of yours will go." Hearing those ominous words carried me over the top and brought me to a marvelous orgasm. She then raised herself off my face and asked me if I enjoyed it. Oh Yes Mistress. Thank you it was wonderful. "Good I am glad you had a good time because it will be the last orgasm you will ever have as the time has come for you to lose your little ld was removed. One day she brought home a close friend of hers for me to service. Mistress would sometimes play with some select girlfriends that knew of our lifestyle. She was a surgical nurse at a local hospital which I obviously can't name. Mistress wanted to show the nurse how easy it was to castrate a male. She prepared me as before, even down to my "last" orgasm. Naturally I assumed it was another joke and that the presence of the nurse would enhance the scene. It was no joke this time. Mistress had easily persuaded her friend to use her surgical skills and they had actually castrated me. The objects in the glass jar were not chicken gizzards. I was in shock I can't remember all my reactions. Deep down inside I knew that this was going to happen some day but I don't think I was fully prepared for it. I knew I was angry but that vanished when Mistress removed my gag and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Little one, you have made your Mistress very happy today, and for that, I love you." How could I be angry after that? I accepted that she would know what is best for me. I have been a eunuch for 5 yrs now. Most people would not understand, but it is the best thing that has ever happened to me. There is a peaceful calm in my life that I never experienced before. Mistress says that I am a much better slave now. I can't say that my sex urges are gone, but they have diminished so they no longer distract me. There may be a slight enlargement of my breasts and my nipples are much more sensitive. My penis appears smaller because it has been flaccid for so long. I have heard that some eunuchs can achieve partial erections. This is not the case with me however. Also all of my scrotum was removed and the whole area is very smooth. The nurse who altered me still visits us often and enjoys my services. She has kept an eye on my diet and has prescribed some supplements to keep me healthy. I am very fortunate that my Mistress still enjoys sex and wants my mouth between her legs almost every day. She tastes more delicious than ever. I used to feel deprived after servicing her that it isn't followed by intercourse as it used to be with my wife, but not now. I enjoy a subtle satisfying pleasure as she plays with my nipples and penis. In fact she enjoys playing with it much more now than before. She says even if it is useless, it is a cute little thing dangling there all by itself. We have found unprecedented serenity. Mistress does not advocate castration for all slaves. She believes castration is not for slaves under 30 and few under 40. She knows most Mistresses enjoy using their slaves cocks for pleasure as she did when she was younger. That was before she learned there are greater pleasures to be had than just plain fucking. For those Mistresses who either do not want intercourse or prefer to get it elsewhere we both think castration is worth considering. Until it had happened, I was appalled at the thought of castration. I should have known that my Mistress knew what was best for me. She knew that my life would be much happier without my balls and she was right. She says that she is much happier also. Isn't happiness the bottom line. Slave t. P.S. This is Mistress G. I have been dominant for 30 years but having a eunuch for a slave is the best ever. Before this, I knew that my slaves were frustrated because they wanted sex. This was unacceptable as I would not allow it. I enjoyed their frustration but I occasionally felt a twinge of guilt. Now my eunuch has better things to think about, like keeping me happy. He can't do anything even if I allowed it. I really do love him. Not with the romantic love of youth, but with a mature love. A love that comes from the understanding and appreciation for the tranquillity that his sacrifice has brought to our lives. I keep his little plums in an ornate glass dome on the nightstand in my bedroom so he can be reminded of that sacrifice every day.
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