Jim submits to Amy's will, losing his manhood to his mistress.
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Amy’s hand cupped Jim’s scrotum. The ballsack was securely bound with a black leather strap, stretching the skin tightly around the balls. She slowly traced her finger over the outline of those testicles. In only a minute, she would be holding Jim’s naked balls in the palm of her hand, his manhood at last freed from their lifelong constraints. Jim was helpless, his wrists and ankles tied tightly to the bedposts, a gag in his mouth. Amy paused to admire his naked body, smooth and hairless from the neck down. Fear showed in his eyes, but his true feelings were betrayed by his cock, standing tall and rigid. Amy grasped its shaft and slowly milked it, causing a bead of fluid to emerge from its tip. She smiled and ran her tongue over his dickhead, tasting the salty liquid. A shudder of pleasure went through Jim’s body. The knife gleamed as she pressed it against the side of his scrotum. Amy took the sharp point of the instrument and pushed it against the ballsack. Jim’s body jerked at the feel of the blade, but his penis did not lose its hardness; if anything, his organ became even more rigid. Amy had never seen a man this excited to lose his balls. It was barely a month ago that Jim entered her home for the first time. He had replied to her personal ad: “Wanted: 20-something male slave to worship 40-something mistress. Must be prepared to give up all relics of manhood.” She had received quite a few responses, but none followed through after she told them exactly what the job required. Except for Jim. She was pleased when he arrived at her door. Jim was just what she hoped for: young and handsome, with a submissive manner. Amy was impressed when he stripped off his clothes and stood there, his hands behind his back, his head looking at the floor. She grasped his uncircumsized cock and smiled as it swelled at her touch. The large ring protruding from its pisshole showed that he enjoyed having his genitals violated. As the weeks passed, Jim proved that he was all Amy hoped for. Jim unhesitatingly followed every command, cleaning and scrubbing her home while wearing only the ball stretcher she had secured around his scrotum. He dutifully shaved his body, and submitted without complaint as she added jewelry to his body. Jim’s nipples now bore curved barbells, and five smaller rings decorated the underside of his cock. He didn’t even murmur a protest as she sliced away his foreskin, allowing his cockhead to be seen and touched more easily. Most pleasantly of all, Jim proved a patient and skillful lover. His tongue coaxed her clit from its sheath and brought her orgasm after orgasm. He worshipped her feet, bathing her toes in his saliva, sucking each one as if it were a small penis. He eagerly licked her anus clean each time she moved her bowels. Jim waited patiently for his own orgasm, never touching himself. He was in such a high state of arousal that it usually took only a touch of her hand to trigger an ejaculation. Jim gratefully lapped up each drop of his cum from where it fell. Now the day had arrived for the final bargain to be kept. To continue serving Amy, he must lose his manhood. Amy had never told him exactly what she meant to do, but Jim accepted whatever judgment she would make. Slavery meant that he could never question her actions, no matter how high a price he would pay for her decision. Jim lay down on her large bed, and watched passively as she tied the nylon ropes to his wrists and ankles. He was soon spreadeagled, watching with patient eyes as Amy secured the gag in his mouth. She smiled and kissed his forehead after finishing. The sight of this beautiful man, naked and bound, awaiting the cut of her knife, was almost enough to give her a shattering orgasm. Just this once, Amy would grant him the ultimate recognition of his sacrifice. She lowered her lips over his penis, and began a gentle sucking. He moaned through his gag as Amy’s tongue washed over his dickhead, and traveled slowly up and down the shaft. Barely a minute passed before his cock spasmed, propelling wads of semen into her mouth. She swallowed his final load, symbolizing their bond and the end of his sexual autonomy. The first penetration of his scrotum sent a jolt through Jim’s body, and he reflexively strained against the ropes. She moved the blade slowly around the outside of the ballsack, its flesh parting easily. Very little blood emerged from the wound. The right ball emerged first, grayish-white and oval shaped, slightly tinged with red. It lay in her palm, though still connected to Jim. The knife poised against the stalk for a moment, then slashed though, severing the testicle. She lifted it to her lips and kissed the now-dead orb, which was still warm. Now the blade rested against the stalk of his last ball. Amy looked up and saw Jim was trembling from the pain and fear, his chest heaving rapidly. But his penis remained erect, betraying his true desire. In a stroke, it was accomplished – both testicles now lay in her hand. Jim seemed to relax ever so slightly, believing the procedure was nearly over. But Amy didn’t release her grasp on the knife. No, losing his balls was only a good first step for Jim. To truly complete the transformation, every vestige of his maleness must be taken from him. What was his penis now, except a conduit for urine? He could accomplish that task just as well from a small hole in his body as from a tube of protruding flesh. Jim cried out through his gag as he felt the steel touch the base of his cock. It was the first time she had ever heard him protest. She started to reprimand him, but decided it wasn’t necessary. Losing his penis was a greater punishment than any words she could utter. The point of the blade pushed firmly into Jim’s cock, releasing a trickle of blood. The knife glided through the shaft, emerging from the other side. Jim thrashed violently, his gag muffling his screams. Amy worked deliberately, cutting through ligaments and blood vessels until Jim’s cock was severed from his body. She kissed it gently, then lay it on his chest, its head pointed toward his tear-streaked face. Jim’s cock and balls now sit in a liquid-filled jar. Amy glanced over and looked at them, while running her fingers through Jim’s hair. He licked her vagina, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Finally, she closed her eyes as the spasm of pleasure washed over her body. Jim raised his head and smiled as he watched his mistress enjoy the climax he had given her. He was grateful he could share this moment with her.