Devotion to Mistress

This was a very special night. Long had I looked forward to Friday nights. Mistress was kind enough to give me a weekly milking, draining all that semen and its wicked sperm from me, relieving that undue male stress. Each week, she used her fingers and probes to stimulate my prostate, till that vile white goo oozed from the head of my pathetic cock.

Tonight was to be very special. "Come here Boy!" commanded my Mistress. Dutifully I appeared, naked and bare, and knelt down before my Superior Mistress. How dazzling she looked in her black leather bustier, the black fishnet stockings reaching to her black high boots. Jutting from between her milky thighs was the huge black cock that she wore so well. I leaned forward and showed my respects by caressing Her cock, long, thick and hard, compared to my pathetic little, useless cock.

"You know what tonight is, don't you boy?" she asked. "Yes Mistress" I humbly answered. "Tonight I rid your boy balls of their last sperm. You like that don't you boy?" "Yes Mistress, I am not a breeder, but a boy, and I have no right to this sperm."

"I've got a condom here boy. We've never needed a condom, as you've never fucked me and you'll never fuck any woman as long as you live. Right boy?" "Yes, Mistress. I am a boy. And boys don't fuck Mistress."

"I'm using this band to hold it in place because I want you to see the white thick goo that I milk from you tonight. Never again will you see it again. For, after tonight, you'll not be making sperm anymore. Tomorrow is the day you REALLY become my boy, in body as well as in mind. Are you ready for your castration boy?" "Yes, Mistress. I've gifted my balls to you and am so happy that finally they will be yours."

With that my mind thought back to three weeks earlier. Rebecca and I had been together for almost two years at this point. I remember how we met shortly after her graduation. We were both so taken with each other. We had become each other's best friend, confident, and life partner. The insight she gave me had made me more focused and my skills as a professional had increased. In our socializing within the business community she had become my biggest asset, helping me to solidify new contacts and land new clients. We had been able to purchase a large home on the Main Line of Philadelphia, and had purchased a condominium in Boca Raton, where Mistress Rebecca spent most of the time between Thanksgiving and April.

We had done research together to find competent medical care. We both enjoyed as part of our relationship a wonderfully open sexual life. She took slaves and lovers, as I was chaste and her possession. We both wanted it that way and were both very satisfied. But there was one thing that had eluded us and that we both wanted so badly. Rebecca did want me to be her castrated boy and I so badly wanted to gift my very manhood to her. Due to my poor medical history (one of the reasons we jointly decided that I should not be bred)it was difficult to find a safe castration. Then almost by accident Rebecca was in a D/s chatroom and speaking with a psychotherapist who was herself a female dominant. The chat was about the relationships between Mistress and boy, and how the loving act of commitment in castration made for one of the most secure and loving of relationships. This chat opened and Rebecca discovered an Endocronologist in the group. Affiliated with John Hopkins in nearby Baltimore Rebecca made arrangements for us t ogo and meet with the physician. I brought all my medical records with me. After a thorough workup this physician found failure in the treatment given to me by my cuirrent doctors. She prescribed newer forms of diabetes medication and cholesteral. She also felt that it would be safe to effect a castration and prescribe a regiment of limited testosterone that would not conflict with my other medications and avoid all the problems that Rebecca and I had feared. Through her efforts, a female urologist in Boston was contacted to do the actual surgery.

Mistress Rebecca and I booked a weekend stay in the Back Bay area and planned to take a trip from there to nearby Maine. We'd leave on Sunday for Boston, and return to Boston from Maine on Monday night to have the procedure on Tuesday morning.

Now, it was Friday night, the evening before our trip. When we engaged in intimacy we never called each other David or Rebecca. She was Mistress and I was boy.

I bent over the edge of the bed and I felt Mistresses finger enter my ass. It felt so good. She massaged my prostate lovingly. After a few minutes I felt that sensation as fluid begins to enter the cock, just before the leaking. Mistress took her hand and stroked the cock forcing the fluid into the condom. And then it was over. She took the condom off of the cock and held the filled latex before my eyes. "See boy? See the white goo that I've milked?" I nodded. "Next time I milk you only a clear liquid will leak out. No more of this nasty sperm." I nodded and smiled. This was the last vestige of manhood, and Rebecca had taken it away.

I was prepared to become in body what I had been in mind for two years. Her castrated boy.

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Saturday morning and we were in the cab on our way in from Logan. This was Mistress's first visit to Boston and I wanted it to be special. I'd made reservations in Copley Square at the Westin. This was a beautiful complex that had several hotels in towers that were joined together by a high end mall on the lower floors, and had several exclusive restaurants.

Our bags were brought up to our room and Mistress went to refresh herself. While she was in the other room I wasted no time in unpacking our clothes and then undressing. As a proper boy I then went outside of the shower and knelt down on the floor. The glass door opened and Mistress placed one leg outside. I took hold of her leg and nibbled along the back of her calf, then licked her feet and finally took her delectable toes into my mouth. One by one I suckled on each toe. Mistress then stepped out from the shower and I was so pleased to see that she was already wearing her special strap on. This was a large black plastic cock. I remembered how Mistress took my virginity. It had taken time just to get use to her digits, one finger and then two, and that special time she took my cherry and gave me my first fucking. I knew that night I was her bitch forever.

The dutiful boy I leaned forward and kissed Mistress's cock and then, holding onto Mistress by Her cock I turned and led Her to the bed. I knelt over, and spread my cheeks. Mistress ravaged me. She was pleased and that made me so happy.

We lay on the bed, exhausted. I awoke first. How lovely to just watch Mistress sleeping. She looked so angelic and innocent. I let my fingers run through her beautiful hair. Sometimes I feel this is the moment I am closest to Mistress.

It was past 5 PM and I knew she needed to waken. I lowered my head and slowly ran my tongue over the center of Her womanhood. Smiling she opened her eyes and was awake. We went together to the shower and I took the sponge in hand and washed her thoroughly.

Mistress and I went to a very exclusive Northern Italian resturant in the complex, and then went for a walk in the cool night air. We waked down Boylston Street and I showed her the bar which had served as the back drop for Cheers on TV. Then we got to Faniel Hall, the colonial marketplace complex that Rouse had developed back in the 1980s. There were crowds and it was wonderful. We went into a quaint pub and Mistress had a glass of wine and I some hot cocoa.

Back in the hotel Mistress was so happy that she gave me a special reward that was reserved for only the most special of occasions. Mistress took my small cock between Her lips and suckled as if it were a nipple. This is the greatest reward and I was so pleased to know how happy I must have made Mistress for Her to be doing this. As she finished she took hold of my balls, cupped then in her hands and gave a soft kiss. Mistress looked me in the eyes, and said: "that was my kiss goodbye."

Saturday we went through the Freedom Walk in old downtown Boston, and enjoyed the history of colonial America and the birth of our nation. That night we ate in one of the city's finest Lobster Houses (though I ate the prime rib), and then went to a jazz club and enjoyed the soft music and cuddled all evening.

On Sunday we rented a car and drove along I-95 to Maine and went into the quaint villages and antiqued. We had a wonderful time. That night we took the drive back to Boston. We ordered room service. Mistress had her entree, but looked at me, and I knew WHO was going to be dessert.

After Mistress fucked me we lay. I was safe and secure in Her arms. She kissed my farhead and whispered “tomorrow is the day. The day you become my boy." I smiled and fell asleep in her arms.

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From the quiet I knew that Mistress would soon be ready for me. It was Wednesday night, and Antonio, her lover, was here for Her midweek pleasure. An exchange student at Penn, he was here on a soccer scholarship. At 6'4" he was a tall and rather good looking young stud. Mistress had read about him a sports page cover story about foreign students in Philadelphia, and had invited him t our home for dinner. He was happy to come over and I prepared a wonderful veal dinner that reminded him of home. Mistress carried much of the conversation and Antonio was interviewed, though he wasn't aware of it.

As the evening came to a close Mistress asked me to leave the room so She could speak to Antonio in private. She told him that I was not able to produce children, but that She wanted to start a family. Rather than go through a nameless sperm bank, Mistress told Antonio that she wanted him to impregnate Her. Since he was a young exchange student She would have me pay him a stipend to help with his books and studies, and he would have no responsibility after the child was born. In the interim he was to come over on Wednesday and Friday evenings to make love. Without question, Mistress especially did enjoy the delicious 9" Italian love pole that was thick as Her forearm.

It always made me happy to know that Mistress got to enjoy the young handsome studs as Her heart desired. After the lovemaking session they always left and I, her special boy, would sleep in Her arms all night.

Memories flooded back as I remembered that Monday about a year ago. Mistress and I had returned the night before to our hotel in Boston after a day in Maine. It was a bright and cool morning. The skies were clear. We called a cab and went to the medical arts building just over the Charles River in Cambridge. There we met the urologist that had been referred to us.

Unlike all the S&M scenes that people write about in stories, this was a professional medical surgi-center and Dr. Goldstein, her first name was Michelle, welcomed Mistress and I and had her nurse take us to the pre-op room. I undressed and Mistress walked over and took my balls in her hand and said how much she wanted to feel how smooth I'd be later that day. We both felt a rush and embraced and kissed with such passion.

When the orderly came to wheel me to the operating room the anesthesiologist began preping me with the local. I'd be in a dream like state but awake the entire time. Soon I was laying there looking up into the bright light when Michelle came in and said hello. She asked me my name, what year it was, and who was the President. Lastly she asked me if I knew why I was there. I responded that I was there to be castrated for my Mistress. As the words left my lips Michelle said, "Rebecca is standing here beside me. Though in a blue gown and wearing a surgical mask, Mistress stood at 5'11" a full head taller than the doctor or nurse, so I knew it was Her.

In all truth, I really don't know what was happening after that. i felt a feeling of heat, and a dull cut, here and there, but Michelle's voice was just muffled and I really don't know what was being said to me. What I do remember is Mistress putting her face next to mine and saying, directly into my ear, "David, this is the moment. I want to be sure that you really, with al your heart, want me to do this. If you don't I'll understand, and won't be angry or love you less. Just tell me if you want me to cut you or not." I believe I said "Mistress, please take this gift. It is all I can offer and hope you will be happy with them." But, in the stupor, I never can really be sure.

The next thing I remember is Michelle, loudly saying "David , David, come on time to get up!" She was waking me after an hour in the recovery room and taking my vitals. Mistress was standing by the bed. She put her hands in front of me and showed me a glass jar. In it were the balls that had once been a part of me. She was smiling as I'd never seen her smile and she bent over and kissed me so passionately.

Now, I lay in the arms of Mistress. Her hand lowered between my legs. "I love your smoothness David. Antonio and the others, they're just pricks to me. Entertainment nothing more. You're the one Mistress loves." She kissed me and I was fell asleep, safe in her arms.