So this is how it all started. I had just bought a book on astrology and my local bookstore was sponsoring a lecture by Clare Barnes the author. The book wasn’t that good, but I had just broken up with my girlfriend Stephanie and I was hoping to meet someone new who was like-minded. We had been together for three years and the last six months were just hell. . I wasn’t a bad looking guy, about 5’10” average build, short brown hair. I was just starting to loose my hair, I turned 28 last week, but I was still attractive. I just wanted to be with someone other then Stephanie, even if it was just for a night. Sure enough, a beautiful redhead caught my eye right away.

She was no older that 20, about 5’2” with long red hair down to her waist. She was wearing a long black skirt and a tight black turtleneck sweater. She was plump. Her ass was a little big, but I’ve always liked curvy women so that was a turn on for me. Her breasts were full and bouncy grapefruits that I wanted to squeeze. Every time I looked at her during the lecture, she seemed like she was trying to keep from laughing. Her lips were pursed and she kept looking away from the author who was droning on about the importance of semi-square and sextile planets in the natal chart.

Then about half way through the boring presentation, she caught me looking at her. Her eyes were a beautiful impossibly bright green, and her cheeks were the color or fresh cream. I wanted to look away and pretend that I wasn’t staring at her but her gaze seemed to hold me frozen. She quickly looked me up and down, smiled at me and then turned around to watch the presentation again. In a matter of minutes she was stifling laughter again. I wanted her so badly. I began to fantasize about her. What it would be like to run my hands over her curves, to slip my cock into her wet pussy, to feel her round soft ass up against my hips, to feel her mouth on my dick.

As soon as the lecture was over, I got up and walked over to where she was sitting, but she had gotten up and gone straight over to the coffee counter. By the time I got over there she was six people ahead of me in line. I desperately wanted to talk to her (because I desperately wanted to fuck her) and my chance was slipping away. She placed her order, got her coffee and then walked back to me. She had two cups in her hands. Her beautiful eyes met mine again. I tried to think of what to say, but she was the first to break the ice.

“Want to sit down?”

“Sure.”

She had some kind of an accent, but I couldn’t place it. We sat down at a small table designed for two that was uneven and rocking back and forth. I wadded up a napkin and stuffed it underneath one of the feet. It seemed to help a bit. The beautiful redhead reached her hand across the table and introduced herself.

“I’m Nula.”

I took her hand and returned the courtesy. “Scott. Nice to meet you.”

Nula smiled and the desire in the pit of my stomach became a roaring flame. I tried to make small talk. “So what did you think of Clare?”

Nula stifled another laugh, “What a load of bullshit. How does she get off writing a book like that! It’s just the same crap from all of the other pop astrology books just regurgitated again in a different order. Nothing new! Listen there hasn’t been anything new in astrology since they discovered Pluto.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“You wanna go back to my place?” I came very close to spitting out my coffee. She continued, “I promise I’ll show you a good time, but you’ll have to drive. I don’t own a car.”

“Um … sure.”

Nula calmly got up from her seat gently took me by the hand and led me out of the store.

Nula lived about 17 miles away in a beautiful three story Victorian house. I wondered how she got to the bookstore. The nearest bus stop must be five miles from her house. That’s a long way to walk to go to a lousy astrology lecture. Her house was beautifully decorated and in excellent condition. I asked Nula during the ride over what she did for a living. She said that she was a consultant, but she was kind of vague about what her area of expertise was. She must be older than I originally estimated. To make things even stranger, Nula stated quite clearly that she wasn’t married. In fact she said that she was “unattached”. There was no car in her driveway. How can someone function out here in suburbia—let alone be fairly well off as she seemed to be—without a car? I thought that she must do her work from home somehow.

She was leading me upstairs to her bedroom on the third floor. As we walked up the stairs I looked and looked for a computer, but I didn’t see one. So I asked her, “Where do you keep your computer?” Nula stopped on the last flight of stairs turned around and replied.

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who is about to get laid.” She turned around and continued to lead me to her bedroom. She continued, “For your information I don’t have a computer, I wouldn’t even know how to turn it on if I did. Does this make me somehow undesirable?”

“Ert—no!”

“Good.” Nula opened the door to her bedroom and began to remove her sweater. I began to unbutton my shirt and thought that maybe she inherited the money. Nula spun around threw her arms around me and kissed me. Her lips were as soft as I imagined and my mind became lost in the lusciousness of her mouth. Nula had my full attention.

“You should focus on the here and now Scott. You are about to experience one of the most pleasurable moments of your life. You should be keenly present in the moment.” I didn’t know what to say. I thought she must have had quite an ego to say something like that. Little did I realize that my life was about to change forever.

Nula freed her breasts from their silky prison, and then pushed her shirt and panties down over her ample hips and to the floor. Her breasts were stunning and surprisingly perky with tiny little nipples that were hardening. She had a little bit of a belly—just enough to be sexy—and a triangle of neatly trimmed red hair peeked out from underneath it.

I was also naked. My clothes were in a heap at the foot of the bed. Nula climbed onto the bed and invited me to do the same. We stood on our knees and embraced each other. Her warm softness welcomed me. Nula gently pushed me down on my back and began to kiss my nipples and my chest. She looked up at me with her bright eyes ask her kisses went lower and lower. My cock was rock hard and poking her in her soft belly. She worked her way down, pausing to rub her breasts on my cock. Then she took my dick into her mouth. She began to pleasure me with her mouth and I was filling with ecstasy. It was all going so well until suddenly I felt something warm and slippery up against my asshole. That is a big turn off for me. My ass is a one-way door, I’m not gay, and I don’t like being touched there at all. However before I could say anything, a warm and gently vibrating toy slipped into my ass and began to tease my prostate. It suddenly seemed ok. My ass panic just magically went away and it felt just as natural and pleasurable as my cock in Nula’s mouth. I had never felt anything like this before in my life and I was starting to build up to the biggest orgasm I had ever felt. I arched my back, cried out and exploded into Nula’s mouth. It was the most amazing sensation that I had ever felt. Waves of pleasure filled my entire body and my mind seemed to float away. Nula sucked every last drop of cum from my cock, stood up on her knees and said something disturbing to me.

“Now you’re mine.”

I was still gripped by the powerful orgasm and I couldn’t seem to think straight. I began to feel discomfort in my balls. The discomfort was turning into pain and it was spreading to my cock, but I was still having an impossibly long full-body orgasm. I reached down, felt my balls and began to panic. My balls were starting to shrivel up. They were almost the size of raisins. My cock was starting to shrink too. I tried to scream, but only a soft moan came out. I reached down tried to pull the thing out of my ass, but I couldn’t seem to get my hands near it. Every time I reached for it, my hands just wouldn’t work. I tried to push it out, but my ass was clenched around it. The weirdest thing was that it all felt so good. I was filled with endless orgasmic pleasure that made the pain in my sex feel distant and unimportant. Even my panic seemed somehow superficial. I reached between my legs again. My balls were the size of tiny little raisins and getting smaller. My cock was about an inch and a half long and all wrinkly. I covered what remained of my manhood with my hands as if I could somehow protect them, but it was no use.

I looked up at Nula. She saw the panic in my eyes and smiled with a devilish grin. She slipped her middle finger between her legs and her eyes softened as she rubbed her clit. I held on to my manhood and felt it shrink away. Finally about two minutes after I started cumming, my balls disappeared leaving an empty scrotum and my cock shrank back into my body leaving only an empty tube of wrinkled skin. I could feel the process continuing inside my body. The pain subsided as my manhood shrank away. Then in about 15 seconds every remaining vestige of my manhood rapidly disappeared. My body hair receded back into my skin, my muscles shrank a bit, my bald spot filled in with hair, and the empty skin between my legs shrank away. Even my nipples disappeared. I was left with smooth skin and a tiny pee hole where my cock and balls used to be. The pleasure slowly faded, but I still felt sort of dizzy and unable to think.

Nula laid down next to me on her side still rubbing clit, and explained my situation to me. “I am a sorceress and you are now my slave. I have castrated your body and your mind. You cannot harm me or disobey me.” She was right. I wanted to grab her by the throat and demand that she change me back, but I couldn’t even get up. All I could do was lay there. I began to sob. I was able to summon the will to ask her a question.

“Why … did you do this … to me?”

“I need you to do something for me, and your cock would have been a liability.” Nula reached over and dried my tears. “Don’t worry, I’m a kind mistress. I reward those who please me. I might even free you if I like you enough.”

I was helpless. She had me completely in her power. There was only one thing to do.

“What would you like me to do Mistress Nula?”

Nula smiled, laid on her back, spread her legs and answered me, “I have something here that needs your attention. Pleasure me with your tongue slave.”

Nula’s command poured over me and filled me with purpose. All that I wanted to do was lick her pussy. As I got up I wondered what was going to happen to me now that I was Nula’s castrated plaything.

TO BE CONTINUED