Future Shock (Part Two)

A story about the future when females rule and universal 	
castration is the rule.  Males are reduced to recreation park 
slaves, passive sex 	slaves in spas, and work slaves

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Future Shock, Part Two:

Like Alex, Paul now awaited with nervous anxiety his first summons 
to service.  Repeat clients to the spa were quick to spot a new 
face, and Paul suddenly heard his number called out over the PA 
system.  As he approached the assignment desk, he saw a tall woman 
waiting for him.  He guessed she was about 40 or so, but fit and 
trim and quite good looking.  His hope of a lenient first encounter 
was dashed as she smiled coldly at him, and ordered him to his 
hands and knees.  The clipped her leash onto his collar and in an 
icy voice ordered him to follow her like an obedient puppy.  He had 
to crawl very rapidly to keep up with her and his knees were 
burning from the carpet when she finally stopped and opened the 
door to her assigned suite.

She pulled Paul over to the window and ordered him to stand up.  
All of the spa’s suites were equipped with restraint and bondage 
systems, and with practiced ease, the woman now fastened wrist and 
ankle cuffs on Paul.  Ropes were attached to his wrist cuffs and he 
found himself quickly hauled upright, arms outstretched to the 
ceiling eyebolts.  Paul’s mouth was dry from nervous fear, but his 
training and conditioning prevented him from even thinking about 
speaking to the woman.  She walked slowly around him and ran her 
hands over his back and down across his buttocks.  She occasionally 
squeezed him here and there just to feel him jump, and then 
continued around to his front.  She ran her hands down his chest 
and stomach, and down over his thighs.  She smiled slightly again 
and moved her hand up between his legs.  With his penile nerves 
severed, Paul could not feel it when she took hold of his organ and 
lifted it.  To Paul, it may just as well been made of clay.  He had 
been well-endowed to begin with; his penis had measured almost nine 
inches while soft.  The implant could increase this by a further 
couple of inches, and the more his pump was activated, the longer 
and firmer his erection became.

The woman had not spoken to him since ordering him to stand.  She 
continued to keep him in suspense as she turned and went to the 
closet and began to remove her own clothes.  She stripped down to 
her underwear, which turned out to be black lace thong panties and 
bra.  She opened a cabinet on the wall and selected a multi-thong 
whip from among the various paddles and implements hanging inside.  
She walked around behind Paul, and he involuntarily tensed his 
muscles in anticipation.  After a few moments, nothing had happened 
and Paul quit holding his breath while wondering what was going 
on.  As soon as he relaxed, the first lashing stroke cut across his 
backside and he jerked in pained surprise.  For the next twenty 
minutes, the woman amused herself by whipping him, putting sharp 
clips on his nipples, and touching him at random with an electric 
shock stick.

Eventually, she tired of this sport; released him from his ropes 
and ordered him to place his hands behind himself.  She used a 
length of rope to tie his wrists together and covered his eyes with 
a blindfold.  Then she ordered him to his knees and told him to 
remain like that until she commanded otherwise.  Paul heard the 
faint sound of wispy fabric against skin as she slid her panties 
off, and a faint creaking as she sat in a nearby chair.  The she 
ordered him to walk on his knees toward her, guided only by her 
voice.  He inched his way slowly toward her until he could smell 
her womanly aroma.  She was seated on the edge of the chair and 
Paul had made his way up between her spread-open legs.  She reached 
out and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face into her 
crotch.  Paul’s training took over and for the next thirty minutes 
he serviced her as he had been taught. 
 
During that time, he managed to bring her to three intense 
orgasms.  When she had relaxed from the last one, she dragged him 
up onto he bed to lie on his back.  She tied his ankles to the 
footboard and his wrists to the headboard posts.  Suddenly, his 
blindfold was removed and Paul watched as she stood beside the bead 
and removed her bra.  Now she straddled him and dangled her breasts 
in his face.  She murmured with pleasure as he tongued them and 
sucked on her nipples for an extended period.  Then she turned 
around and faced the foot of the bed; lowered her crotch over his 
face, and he began to tongue and lick her hot, wet pussy once 
more.  

He felt her grasp his scrotum and knew that she was pumping up his 
penis, but he could feel nothing of that except for a slight 
stretching sensation at the base.  The woman smiled again as she 
examined the full size of Paul’s inflated and now rigidly swollen 
penis.  It was nearly eleven inches long and well over two inches 
thick.  Still wet from Paul’s oral service, she moved herself down 
over erect penis and raised herself up.  With one hand, she spread 
open the lips of her pussy and with the other, guided the bulging 
head of Paul’s penis inside her.  Then, she slowly settled down on 
him; raising and lowering herself bit by bit until the entire shaft 
had disappeared up inside her.  Now she began to ride him, bent 
slightly forward with her hands  positioned on his legs. 

She started slowly, but before long was pumping rapidly as she felt 
another orgasm building inside.  Faster and faster she bucked on 
him as the pleasure continued to mount.  Then it was upon her, and 
she screamed  as wave after wave of ecstasy rocketed through her.  
Utterly spent, she collapsed back onto Paul’s chest, still half-
impaled on his still-swollen penis.  When she had recovered 
sufficiently, she sat up; again burying his penis up inside her.  
She reached down and operated the shuttle valve in Paul’s scrotum 
and felt his penis shrinking like a leaking balloon inside her.  
Throughout all this, Paul had not received the slightest sexual 
sensation.  In just a few moments, his penis was completely 
deflated again.  Now uselessly limp, it slowly slid out of the 
woman’s moist, lubricated vagina to plop wetly between his thighs.  

The woman now released him from the bed and ordered him to prepare 
a bath for her.  He hurried to the adjoining bathroom and got out 
towels and supplies, and turned on the faucets to the luxurious 
central tub.  As the tub was filling, he returned to the woman, who 
had ordered him to massage her.  After the quick but thorough 
massage. Paul skillfully bathed the woman, dried her, and applied 
her choice of bath powder.  He helped her to dress and made sure 
she did not leave anything behind.   

The suite would be cleaned and readied for the next client by one 
of the common labor slaves who were kept out of sight, but always 
on hand to perform their menial duties.  The woman refastened 
Paul’s leash, but this time allowed him to walk behind her while 
returning to the desk.  She told the desk attendant that Paul was a 
good little slave and she would definitely pick him again 
sometime.  Paul was ordered to the showers to clean up before 
returning to his numbered chair.  He was selected four more time 
that day, but it was only the start of his ten year career as a 
pleasure spa slave.  

Jason, like Alex and Paul, had been neutered.  Unlike them, it took 
place on his thirteenth birthday at his initial evaluation.  He was 
too small physically to be considered as a park or recreation 
slave, and his penis was far too tiny for him ever to be considered 
as a spa slave.  But he was just  what was desired to be processed 
into a personal domestic slave.  Boys like Jason were specifically 
sought out because of their small statures.  Jason was only four 
feet eight inches tall, and weighed only ninety pounds.  One his 
almost non-existent body hair and the few tiny wisps of pubic hair 
had been permanently removed, he looked more like a nine or ten 
year old than a thirteen year old.  He had not really even begun 
puberty, and his genitals were still child sized.  

Immediately following his castration, Jason was started on a 
program of estrogen and progesterone.  He was also enrolled in 
special academic classes for personal domestic slaves, and over the 
next two years learned all there was to learn about totally caring 
for his future Mistress-to-be.  He was taught domestic and 
household skills such as cleaning, cooking, laundry and clothing 
care.  He also learned more personal skills as hair care and 
styling, manicure and pedicure, bath attendant duties, and 
massage.  Finally, he learned advanced techniques or oral service 
to women.  

Without any male hormones to interfere with the process, Jason’s 
program of female hormone treatment advanced rapidly.  After the 
first year, he had developing breasts and a generally feminine body 
contour.  By the time he “graduated” after two years, his breasts 
were as full and shapely as any born female’s, and his body could 
have been envied by most women and girls.  His penis, already tiny 
to begin with had shrunken even further and was now no larger that 
a child’s little finger.  Under the influence of the female 
hormones and in the absence of any testosterone, he had been 
rendered completely sexless and impotent.  The skin of his empty 
scrotum had also shrunk and was now pulled up smoothly beneath 
him.  Except for the skin being a bit darker than the area around 
it, one couldn’t really tell that he had ever had a scrotum at 
all.  Only when his panties were removed did his tiny, useless 
penis betray his true male origin.

By the time Jason graduated from the academy, his mistress-to-be 
had been on the waiting list for over two years.  She was the Chief 
Executive of one of the largest corporations, and had a magnificent 
estate far out in the suburbs.  To Jason’s surprise, he had a 
comparatively easy life from then on.  Since his outward appearance 
was so feminine, his presence did not evoke the hostility common 
toward males that other slaves faced.  In fact, there were times 
when his mistress seemed to forget that he had ever been a male.  
She shared confidences with him while eating or bathing that she 
would never have dreamed of telling any other slave.  Jason became 
so used to being treated as a member of the household, that he 
sometimes forgot his early humiliation at being feminized so 
completely.  But there were occasions, such as when parties were 
given and so forth, that he was abruptly pulled back to reality.  
When company came at such times, it was customary for house slaves 
to go naked while serving.  Jason had to answer the door time after 
time and escort women and their daughters into the house, and he 
would quickly become the object of interest.  Entire groups of 
women would surround him and exclaim on his breasts and feminine 
body, and point out his tiny little penis.  He could only smile 
graciously and try to excuse himself, pleading that he was needed 
elsewhere to serve.    

But all in all, Jason’s life was easier than that of the likes of 
Alex and Paul.  After their few short years as park recreation and 
spa slaves were over, they would spend the rest of their lives as 
common labor slaves.

This then was the world of the future, where males became neutered 
slaves to serve womanhood in any means deemed fit and proper.  The 
natural order of absolute female supremacy had been established 
once and for all, and women were not about to let things slide back 
to the way they once were.