We all know the Bobbett story, and understand the males in our world don't want to hear about men loosing their parts, but it's OK for men to abuse women, and no movement has ever been able to stop this abuse.

I was dating a woman, Ginny, who seemed nice, but I wasn't sure I wanted a long term relationship with her, so after several dates, and a few nights in bed, I decided to call it quits, since I felt the excitement waining: I mean the sex was nice, and I got what I wanted, but I now wanted to move on to another unknown lady. I love the early part of a relationship mostly because of the newness and excitement.

At a favorite restaurant I told Ginny of my lack-of-feelings for her, and wished her the best with her next boy-friend. I left Ginny with tears in her eyes, and hoping I hadn't hurt her too much.

Later at my apartment I was just getting off the phone with my latest prospect when the doorbell rang. Ginny was standing there when I opened the door, and I invited her in thinking she was just going to verbally lash out at me, and I figured I could handle it. I offered her a drink, and she accepted...I poured two glasses of wine. We sat across from each other, and I awaited her anger. She asked me if I had some soda for her wine, and I returned to the kitchen, and retrieved the soda, and topped off her glass.

She seemed civil, we sipped our wine, and chatted about the possibilities that could never be. I couldn't wait for her to leave. After about ten minutes I started to feel sleepy, and couldn't keep my eyes open...I slipped into darkness.

I awoke on my bed, it was dark in the room; the moonlight shinning through the window. I felt I needed to pee, so I attempted to get up, but couldn't: I was tied to the bed, my legs and arms were pulled tight, reaching the four corners. I tried to utter some words, but something kept me from expressing them. The lamp next to the bed came on, and I could see Ginny sitting in a chair next to the bed. She seemed to have changed somewhat, her face was frowning with stern anger as she greeted me from my sleep. I strained to speak, but could not, I tried to get up, but could not...I was frustrated mostly because I wasn't in control anymore. Ginny spent the next half-hour telling me she wasn't ready to give up on our relationship, at least not yet. I could only listen. I then noticed I wasn't wearing any clothes, and wondered what she had in mind...I know most women can be crazy when faced with a unexpected break-up. I noticed she held a syringe, and I started to become concerned...Ginny was a surgical nurse, and could easily obtain medical equipment. She started to give me small doses from her syringe...she explained the drug was to numb my groin area, since she was going to teach me a lesson. I now started to sweat, and become fearful...what was this crazy woman going to do? After several injections, I started to feel numbness in my groin area. I watched her slid a stainless steel tube, like a steel straw, down my pee hole; sticking out about two inches over the top of my penis. I saw my penis start to get hard when the steel rod was firmly implanted down my pee hole shaft. Ginny put several tight rubber bands around the base of the penis...she said it would reduce any blood flow to the penis. She then produced a surgical knife, and started to slice the top of the penis' mushroom head...she sliced around the underside of the head, around it's base twice to make sure it was a clean cut...I was in shock...I almost passed out...I was crying...tears were streaming down my cheeks. She slipped the mushroom crown over the steel rod, and showed it to me holding it about several inches from my eyes. I could only cry and shake my head praying she'd change her mind and re-attach my penis head back where it was taken from.

Ginny told me she didn't much care for my cock, or any cock for that matter. She said the sex between us wasn't all that great, but felt it would get better in the future. She injected me with a sleeping drug, and as it took hold I heard her on the phone leaving a message that I wasn't going to be at work for a few day, since I had the flu.

I awoke in the early evening, about 20 hours later...I was still tied to the bed, but I could speak. Ginny told me my penis head was flushed down the toilet, so I wouldn't try to use it against her in a court of law...she said; she would say I had done it to myself in grief when she told me she was leaving me. I know it was her word against mine, and I couldn't prove anything. She said that now no other woman would want a man with a mutilated cock, and mine wasn't all that big to begin with. She then told me she would stay with me, but I was to obey her, let her rule the relationship, and maybe life wouldn't be too bad. Ginny said she still loved me, but it would be her way only. I was mad, yet I cried, yelled, and told her I was going to make her pay. She fed me a few hours later, and used a bedpan to allow me to go potty. She kept me locked up for several weeks until I was completely healed. My boss fired me for missing so much work, and I had no job. She said she'd move me to her place as soon as I over came my anger. After several weeks, she had me drugged, and moved me with the help of an ambulance to her place. and after another several days, I awoke at her house. She kept me her prisoner for several more months, I finally wanted to move around, and promised her I'd be nice and wouldn't try to hurt her...she then did something I didn't expect: she spent that night removing one of my testes and scrotum...thus sowing remaining testicle into my groin, so as to give me a smooth look down there. She started me on feminine hormone injections, and after several more weeks I couldn't get an erection, and was becoming docile to her.

She released me, and explained that I could leave, and try to fend for myself, or stay with her, and expect to be taken care of. I started crying, and told her I'd stay, but please don't hurt me anymore...in those last several months, I found myself becoming more and more dependent on her, and I've fallen in love too.

Ginny dressed me in pink panties and nightie, and admired me as a sissy. She took me to the bedroom, and told me to get on my knees, and make oral love to her: I knelt before her, and watched as she lay back on the bed, pulling her green nightie above her waist, spreading her legs. I looked at her beautiful black hairy pussy, and realized that I would be worshiping it for the rest of my life.

I place my face firmly between her pussy lips for the first time, smelling her cunt's aroma, and stuck my tongue into her wet and slippery hole. I never was much of a pussy-lick-er, but I felt instinctively sure I would be great at it...I felt I needed and wanted to pleasure her, and make her happy. I felt it was my fault she had to do what she did to me, to make me over into a better male, a better person, and a better lover: for her. As my tongue lapped away at her cunt lips and slick hole, I knew I had found myself, my true being. I felt myself slip into a state of submissiveness...I no longer cared that she mutilated my cock and made it unlikely I'd ever have an erection again, and made me into a half eunuch by removing one of my balls. I only cared for her...I love this woman who is my mistress, my goddess. I only want to worship her. I continued to lap away at my goddess' pussy...I put everything I am into giving her an oral orgasm...I knew I would only be good for cunnilingus...I licked between her cunt lips, and tongue-fucked her slimy wet hole...I knelt there like the submissive male I am, and loved her orally with my mouth and tongue for more than an hour...feeling her hands upon my head edgings my lip service on. Finally I sense her orgasm approaching, I feel a soft liquid spray in my mouth...it's her cum...she's cumming...the wetness, the juices, flowing into my mouth...my reward...my Love's cum is honoring me, by allowing me to enjoy her very wet orgasm. I lap away, and as the flow slows somewhat, I gently lap her until I feel her start to build toward another orgasm...I am elated that she is so responsive to my oral loving. After several more orgasms, she pushes my face from her drenched cunt. I lay beside her, and she asks if I am happy with our new life, and I tell her I am so very happy, and how I am elated she did what she did...she reaches over, and grabs my lifeless half dick, and asks if I like having a small flaccid half cock, or maybe she should remove the rest someday? I start to cry tears as I cuddle into her bosom...I tell her I am not sure, but I think maybe we might want to remove the rest of my penis, but only if that's what she want.

Ginny said she'd consider removing the rest of my penis, but I will get to keep my one and only ball, since she wants me to have some sexual feeling even if I can't have a male orgasm ever again. But she might us a dildo to stimulate my prostate to give me some release.

I fall asleep thinking of my new life with my Goddess.