The Master and Ling

Wealthy master finds and perfects his mate.

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The Master and Ling
Ling was considerably younger than I. When I first saw him, I knew 
that he was to be mine. One look at his smooth golden Asian skin, 
dark brown eyes and slender feminine build convinced me to approach 
him. He moved and acted just like a woman and dressed ambiguously. 
His hair was long and jet black; his nails were just a bit too long 
for a man’s. “Hello, my name’s Dom. Yours?” “Ling,” he said. His 
eyes were glowing with desire as he looked at me. “I’m very happy 
to meet you, Dom.” I thought “What a perfect submissive. It’s 
almost as if he has no balls at all.” I took Ling by the arm and 
looked him over. He was just perfect. “I have the afternoon free, 
Ling, and I’d like you to be my guest for the rest of the day.” His 
smile gave immediate consent. “Of course, Dom. Whatever you want is 
just fine with me.” We got into my car and I drove in silence to my 
home in the suburbs. If Ling was impressed by my home, he gave no 
indication. A perfect submissive, he sat, eyes fixed on me and 
awaited my directions. The garage door opened automatically, and I 
drove us in. After the door had closed and we were in complete 
privacy, I turned to Ling and said, “Take off your clothes and 
shoes. Everything is carpeted here and in the house, so you won’t 
need shoes.” Ling smiled and stepped out of the car. He removed his 
loose fitting shirt and unloosened a clip on the side of his pants 
so that they fell around his feet. He pulled his shorts down over 
his ankles, then stepped out of his shoes to stand barefoot and 
naked before me on the carpet. “Do you like me, Master?” he asked 
shyly, then slowly turned completely around so I could see his butt 
and calves. He was slender and very feminine. He had no breasts, 
but they could come later. I reached out and touched his skin. It 
was soft, warm, smooth and had a lovely golden color. He inhaled 
with excitement at my touch. He looked at me and asked 
simply “Please tell me what to do, Master.” “Just stand there a 
minute while I inspect you.” I opened his mouth and looked at his 
teeth. Most of his back teeth were missing, the rest were in fairly 
good shape. His nipples were small and his whole body nearly 
hairless. His penis was not too large and uncircumcised. His 
testicles were about the size of chickpeas. “Now take out my cock 
and suck it. I don’t want to feel any teeth. If I do, you’ll be 
whipped.” I stood there waiting. “Thank you, Master for this chance 
to express my devotion,” Ling said. Eagerly, he went to his knees 
on the carpet before me, unzipping my pants and pulling out my 
partly erect penis with his soft hands. He looked up at me with 
eyes filled with happiness. “This is perfect, Master.” He took me 
into his mouth and began to suck. Not once, even when I bucked my 
climax into his throat, did I feel any teeth. Ling put my satisfied 
organ back into my pants and zipped me up. “Would you care to whip 
me now, Master?” “No, that will wait until I’m in the mood.” Now, 
go into the house. Take your clothes with you.” I showed him what 
was to be his closet in the master bedroom. “You’ll sleep here with 
me from now on.” I said. Ling bowed and smiled warmly. “Now, hang 
your clothes up and go take a shower. The bathroom is over there. 
When you are done come out here and lie down on the bed. Go and be 
quick.” “Yes my master.” After he finished his shower, he came out 
an lay down on the bed his smooth little yellow butt facing upward. 
I knew what he was asking for, but first we had to settle a few 
things. “You have a family Ling, or someone you live 
with?” “Master, I live with my parents in Queens. They will be 
expecting me home this evening.”  Tossing him my cell phone, I 
said “Call them now. Tell them that you are all right and that you 
are going to live here with me. I assume you’re over eighteen, Ling 
and can live where and with whom you wish.” Ling smiled. “Yes, 
master. My age is nineteen years and I am sure my parents will be 
happy to be rid of their disgraceful son, although my Mother may 
miss me some. They have four other children, all older than I who 
are out on their own. Soon my cow sister will be bearing a 
grandchild for them.”  “Ling, you are rambling on too much. Call 
your parents.”  “Master, I beg your forgiveness.” “Call, Ling. 
Now.” Ling hurriedly punched in a number. He conversed for a few 
minutes in a foreign language and hung up. “It is as you wish, 
Master. Mother wished me good luck. They will make no trouble over 
this, I am certain.” “Ling,” I said, “after you have been with me 
one year, I will permit you to see your family. Until then, you 
will be with me at all times. Do you understand this?” “Yes, 
Master.” “Good, now lie face down on the bed, but first put a towel 
under your genitals.” He quickly did as he was told. I kneeled over 
his butt and let a little spit drip onto his butt hole. Next I 
inserted my finger and felt his small, hard prostate. I was about 
to enter him when I noticed a ring of thin dark hairs around his 
anus. “Lie still.” I commanded. I went into the bathroom and 
fetched a pair of hair tweezers and some antibiotic cream. First I 
pulled the hairs out by the roots one at a time with the tweezers. 
Although it must have stung, Ling lay perfectly still and silent. 
Then I rubbed a small amount of the crème into his skin to prevent 
infection. When I was done, Ling thanked me. “Lift up your ass 
toward me,” I said. He raised his butt up expectantly and I ran my 
hard cock up to the hilt into his ass. “Oh, Master,” he cried, and 
I felt his prostate, which was pressed against my dick, contract 
repeatedly pumping his semen out onto the towel under him. His warm 
tight channel and spasming gland excited me out of control and I 
shot my load into him. I let my cock soften before pulling 
out. “Put that stained towel into the hamper in the bathroom and 
bring in a basin of warm water with a towel and washcloth. I want 
you to clean me off carefully.” Ling picked up the towel and walked 
quickly to the bathroom. He came back and began gently to wash off 
my prick and balls. He was very careful not to pull any hairs and 
made sure that my skin was completely clean before he patted me 
dry. Impulsively, he kissed the head of my cock. “Is there anything 
else I can do for you now, Master?” Not being interested in more 
sex for the moment, I told Ling to lie down while I took a nap. 
Ling fell asleep before I did. We didn’t awaken until the next 
morning. That was our first day.
Our relationship progressed well. Once, when I had to leave our 
house for a few days to close out a business deal, Ling asked to 
come with me. “You’re not ready yet. You don’t look enough like a 
woman to be convincing.” “What must I do, Master?” “Ling, next 
weekend we are going to have a wardrobe made up for you so that 
you’ll look presentable as a woman. Having you walk around the 
house naked is a great turn-on, but you can’t go out like that and 
the clothes you wore here are not feminine enough. Now listen, I 
have business to attend to. While I’m gone I want you to clean the 
house from top to bottom. You know where the cleaning supplies are. 
If I find so much as a speck of dust anywhere, I’ll discipline you 
very severely.” “Thank you, Master. I promise I won’t disappoint 
you.”
When I returned on Friday night, the house was spotless. I checked 
everywhere, but even the basement floor was clean enough to eat off 
of. Ling had prepared an excellent dinner from the contents of the 
freezer and refrigerator. When we sat down to eat, I told him that 
everything was satisfactory. After dinner, Ling washed and dried 
the dishes. I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. “You 
may not speak until I tell you that I’m done.” Ling nodded his 
assent. I placed him on the bed and kissed and licked his nipples. 
Ling was burning with desire and I was very ready, as my straining 
erection showed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lifted Ling up 
facing me and lowered his butt onto my pre-cum lubricated cock. He 
gave a little cry as I entered him and then smiled happily, 
wiggling his ass as I moved him up and down on my erection. He 
tightened his sphincter around me and shyly kissed my lips. I 
smiled and hungrily returned his kiss with a deep tongue kiss of my 
own. His hips jerked suddenly and a long jet of his white come 
spurted nearly three feet into the air. I followed his orgasm with 
mine, pumping my semen deeply into his hot, tight golden ass. After 
he had washed me off and cleaned up the remains of his orgasm, he 
looked at me expectantly. “Ling, I don’t want to do any more work. 
I’m going to lie down and you are to use your mouth and hands to 
bring me off.” He nodded and got right to work. First he rimmed me, 
inserting his tongue into my ass. Next he thoroughly licked and 
kissed my balls. By the time he took my cockhead into his mouth, my 
second load was on its way up my dick. He swallowed eagerly and 
continued sucking until I was hard again. Next, he put his finger 
up my ass and gradually worked the rest of his hand in, a finger at 
a time. With his small hand, he grasped my prostate and began 
massaging it. Shortly, he was rewarded with a series of pumping 
contractions that served his eager throat another load. Ling 
swallowed and kept sucking, but I needed a break. “Enough. I’m done 
for now, Ling. That was superb.” Ling washed his hands and washed 
me gently off, then patted me dry. I fell into a deep sleep 
immediately. 
Saturday, I dressed Ling in a padded brassiere and panties that I 
had bought for him. I gave him an enema and told him that this 
would be his only chance to go to the bathroom until we got 
returned from shopping. When he finished in the bathroom, I 
carefully inserted his penis into a small harness that terminated 
in a butt plug. When the plug was inserted, it pulled his penis 
back almost to his anus. There were “wings” on each side of the 
harness that held his balls back between his legs, so that from the 
front only his patch of pubic hair showed and what looked like 
labia between his legs. I had lightly oiled his scrotum so that it 
would slide easily when he walked. Ling liked his looks in the 
mirror and eagerly put on his bra and panties.
The shopping went well. Ling tried on many dresses, remembering to 
call me “Dom” in front of the store personnel and by the end of the 
day, he had a complete wardrobe including five pair of shoes and a 
sweet little blue hat. When we left the store, his appearance got 
admiring glances from many of the men who saw him. Ling behaved 
properly, keeping his eyes cast down and holding onto my arm as he 
walked. When he raised his eyes it was only to look at me. He 
leaned over and kissed my ear, whispering. “Master, can we hurry 
home. This apparatus is chafing me and it hurts.” I was so 
disappointed. He had spoken out of turn and was complaining about 
something his master had ordered him to do. Saying nothing, I 
walked him quickly to the car and drove silently home. Once in the 
garage, I told him that I had to punish him for his behavior. He 
understood. I took him into the bedroom and removed the penis 
holder and butt plug, allowing his genitals to hang normally. Ling 
looked at me questioningly. “Lie down. Using electrical wire, I 
bound his hands behind his back. I carried him into the bathroom, 
put him into the shower and ran hot water over his genitals until 
his penis and scrotum were pink from the heat. Ling didn’t cry out. 
Roughly, I toweled him dry, but on rubber gloves and then 
thoroughly rubbed a teaspoon of oil of capsicum into his prick and 
scrotum. Cruelly, I pulled his foreskin back and made sure that the 
sensitive head of his penis was thoroughly coated with the hot 
pepper oil. His genitals reddened and swelled as the oil did its 
work. “What do you have to say, Ling?” “My Master, I thank you for 
my corrective punishment and promise to try harder to please you 
and not offend you in any way.” “That’s better, Ling. Complaining 
to me after I buy you a beautiful wardrobe was almost unforgivably 
rude.” With that, I slapped his scrotum, driving his balls up hard 
against his pubic bones. Ling cried out. “Stop complaining,” I 
said, and hit him harder. Ling doubled over and fell unconscious to 
the floor. While he was out, I tied his feet together and hung him 
upside down from the clothes rod in the closet. When he woke, I 
told him that he would spend the night that way and that if he made 
any noise or messed he would receive additional punishment that 
would make what he was going through now seem like a picnic. Ling 
closed his eyes and nodded. “Right now, Ling, I am so angry with 
you that I don’t care if you live or die. Do you understand?” He 
nodded and tears flowed from his eyes. I slammed the closet door 
and left him hanging there all night in pain.
When I opened the closet door in the morning, it was obvious Ling 
had taken his punishment to heart. He smiled at me, then closed his 
eyes. I took him down and untied his hands and feet. His prick and 
balls were no longer red and swollen from the oil of hot peppers. 
He kneeled before me and put his arms around my thighs, 
sighing. “Go run some cold water over yourself. Then we are going 
to have a discussion, and during that discussion you may speak 
freely.” Ling ran to the bathroom and ran the cold water over 
himself for nearly an hour. When he returned, he was much relieved 
and his genitals had returned to normal.
“Ling, I want to make you physically more nearly woman than you 
are.”
Ling broke into tears. “Oh Master, please don’t make me into a 
woman. I don’t want to be carved up and put together again. No 
matter how good the surgery is, I can never really be a woman. I’m 
afraid of it.”
“Ling, I wasn’t thinking of sex reassignment surgery, just one 
minor alteration. But, why are you so terrified at the prospect?”
“Master, a close friend had it done last year. He was a year 
younger and his parents paid for the surgery. He took hormones, 
grew breasts, and finally was surgically remade. After he healed he 
cried for a week and then threw himself off the roof. He left a 
note saying ‘I’m not me anymore.’”
“Some people are ecstatically happy with the results of Tran 
gendering and have a good life afterwards.”
“Yes, Master, I know. But it’s not for me. Master, don’t I satisfy 
your every desire the way I am? If there’s anything you want done 
differently, just tell me, please.”
“Now, Ling, calm down. I promise you there will be no cutting, all 
right..”
“Oh, thank you, Master.” Relief shone on his face.
“What I have in mind is to eliminate your balls without cutting 
them off. This has been done successfully and is nearly painless, 
although it takes time.” Ling looked at me questioningly. “Ling, I 
will explain how it works, but there is no discussion. Within a few 
months you will have no balls, do you understand?”
“Of course Master. I have no real use for them anyway. I am 
interested only in being yours and have no desire to reproduce with 
a woman.”
“That is good. Now listen closely and do not speak again until I 
have told you may. I have always wanted a beautiful wife, but a 
male who could pass easily for a woman, not a real woman. Real 
women disgust me in every way. They always have in mind to breed 
and a man is merely a tool to be used for that purpose. In my life 
I have seen many things and it is my unshakeable conclusion that I 
must not breed and thereby contribute to increasing the number of 
humans on the planet. Humanity is a cancer that will kill its host 
planet and itself with its uncontrolled breeding. For me to 
continue in this insanity would be against all reason and it is 
through the application of reason that I have made my financial 
success in life. However, I wish to achieve social acceptance as a 
married man, with only you and I knowing that my “wife” is male.  I 
have been looking for about ten years, and I have chosen you. As my 
wife, you will dress as a woman at all times, and when your balls 
are gone, you will learn to fasten your penis and scrotum back 
between your legs so that no one will be able to tell from even a 
short distance that you are not a woman. Now, Ling, do you 
understand why I am not interested in any surgical constructions? 
Especially by surgeons who might talk. What I want is to fool the 
world. I want your picture in the newspapers on my arm as my loving 
wife. In doing this, I feel that my intelligence will have 
triumphed over all the breeders, and when I die I will know that I 
have not failed my purpose.”
“Master, my only desire in life is to please you in every way. Do 
as you will. I am ready.”
I took Ling into the bedroom. On the night table was a small bottle 
of clear fluid and a fine hypodermic needle.  I had Ling take four 
Tylenol. “Tonight we begin, Ling. Lie down on the bed.” Carefully, 
I filled the hypodermic with a volume of fluid equal to about half 
that of one of his balls. I reached over and grasped his left ball 
in the sac. Using my fingers, I stretched the sac tightly around 
the ball to thin the skin for the injection. Quickly, I swabbed the 
skin over the ball with antiseptic then plunged the thin needle 
through the skin and into the center of his left ball. First 
releasing the skin to stop the pressure that might force the fluid 
out, I pressed the plunger down quickly and emptied the contents 
into his left ball. After counting to twenty slowly, I removed the 
needle. One down and one to go. I refilled the syringe with fluid, 
grasped his right ball, swabbed it and pushed the needle into its 
center, again rapidly depressing the plunger to empty the contents 
as quickly as possible into his waiting nut. I had released my hold 
on his ball so that there would be no pressure on it as before. 
Once again a slow count to twenty, then out with the 
syringe. “There. How do you feel?” “It stung a little when you put 
the needle in. My balls feel chilly, but it’s no problem.” “Good, 
that’s normal. They’ll swell a little but the Tylenol should take 
care of any discomfort.” I had to fuck Ling twice before he could 
get to sleep. While he was washing me, he looked at his sac, which 
was now a little red and slightly swollen. “Will it get any bigger, 
Master?” “Relax Ling, from now until your next treatment it will 
only get smaller.” Each Friday night, I repeated his injections. 
After two months of treatments his testicles were the size of 
garden peas and very hard to the touch. I had difficulty getting 
any fluid into them at all, so I increased the concentration of the 
ingredients. Within another month, all that remained of his 
original chick-pea sized gonads were two tiny nubs on the ends of 
the cords. A few days after I had injected those nubs with a tiny 
bit of very concentrated solution, Ling came running in, signaling 
that he wished to speak.
“Yes, Ling, you may speak.”
“Oh, master it’s wonderful. I just felt my sac and I think it’s 
empty. There isn’t even a trace remaining.”
“Come here, Ling. I want to inspect.”
Ling lifted his skirt, revealing his penis and sac. I grasped his 
sac firmly and felt carefully for any remaining trace of his balls. 
There was none. His golden hairless scrotum held nothing. At last, 
I thought. Now he would grow breasts and look more like a 
woman. “Ling, this is wonderful. No more treatments are needed. 
Without balls, your scrotum can now be taped back flat.”
That night, I had Ling dress up in one of his new outfits and took 
him out to dinner at an excellent Italian restaurant. During 
dinner, his behavior was perfect. The corrective punishment and his 
deballing had removed every last trace of his tendencies toward 
self-willed masculinity. His skin took on a golden glow in the 
candle-lit restaurant. I leaned across the table and kissed him 
firmly on the mouth. “You are perfect, Ling.” “I love you, Master. 
It is you who have made me this way and I am very happy.”
Within a short time Ling’s breasts developed and he became 
extremely feminine looking. No more padded bras. He kept himself 
put back except when we were in bed, which was better than ever. 
Also, Ling never gave me any cause to punish him again.
Socially, we made the rounds – dinner, concerts, the opera. Ling 
was always on my arm, radiating his happiness. Soon, I moved him 
into my penthouse in the city and began to make wedding plans. My 
money quickly cleared away any impediments to a legal union. Ling’s 
birth certificate was changed to show him female at birth, his last 
name was changed to that of an Asian couple killed in an automobile 
accident. We had a small wedding. My straight friends were all very 
taken with Ling, calling him “Your golden princess.” Oh, it was 
delicious, believe me. My amusement at their deception was 
priceless. Ling and I went to Hawaii on our honeymoon and returned 
to live in glorious happiness for fifteen years.
Fate has its own unfathomable reasons for its actions. One day I 
came home to find Ling dead on the floor, his eyes open and 
staring, his face nearly black. There was nothing anyone could do. 
He had been dead nearly two hours when I got home. I had a private 
autopsy performed, and the doctor, a very discrete and well paid 
gentleman, informed me that Ling’s arteries were completely filled 
up with fatty deposits. He told me that persons with this 
condition, which is genetic, rarely live past the age of twenty-
two. He looked at me with sympathy. “You see, Dominic, he lived to 
age thirty-six only because he had no balls.”