Gelded by the Sisterhood

I commit to a life of servitude...

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After several years of, basically, working only enough to support my 
habit of frequenting those Dominatrices who specialized in enacting 
my castration fantasy, I realized it might be time to take the plunge 
and go all the way.  I received three recommendations from three of 
the most well known dominants in LA and was given the address of the 
“Sisterhood’s” main office.

	I was ushered into the normal-looking building by a lovely 
secretarial-type.  She took me into a small alcove and I presented 
her with the required documentation. She informed me that, here, men 
did not wear clothing and instructed me to strip for my interview 
with the Administrator.  I did so and she gently cuffed my hands 
behind my back.  Men were also never unbound.

	The Administrator’s office was plush and I knelt on a thick 
Persian rug. Candles dimly lighted the room and I became aware of her 
entrance.  Placing her foot before me I routinely kissed it as a sign 
of my submission.  She spoke slowly and carefully as if I were a 
child.  Occasionally, she adjusted her long blond hair.  I became 
familiar with her kneecaps.

	“You come highly recommended as a ‘complete submissive’ and 
willing to leave the outside world to live in ours.  Please 
understand that we are only accepting submissives whose level would 
be considered as ‘edible.’  In other words, it is conceivable that 
you could be sold as ‘long pig’ to some of our sisters who enjoy 
eating men.”

	I nodded.

	“As it is, the first thing we do to all new males is geld 
them.  If you are accepted, that will happen today.  Do you 
understand?”

	I nodded again.

	“You will most likely be assigned to the Equestrian division, 
we always need ponies and I highly recommend that you run your ass 
off.  Gelding tends to add some fat and, if you get too plump, 
somebody will want to taste you.”

	I nodded.

	“Stand up and spread your legs, please.”

	I complied and she ran her hands across my body, I was in 
good shape and her cool fingertips paused on one of my rock hard 
nipples.  She played with it.

	“We can get a good idea of how a man tastes by biting here.  
I am going to taste you.  Remain still.”

	She licked, sucked, and then bit down gently on my nipple.  

	“Hmmm,” my cock got harder as she bit harder.  She noticed my 
arousal.  “See, this is why we geld men.” 

	I could only nod.  She buzzed a buzzer and the secretary came 
in.

	“Yes, Administrator?” the young woman said, spying my 
condition.

	“I need a witness,” the secretary’s body language displayed 
an understanding and she moved closer to me.  “This man has expressed 
a willingness to be obtained by the Sisterhood, please observe his 
level of commitment.”  The Administrator spoke to me, “As a sign of 
your acceptance of this bondage, and all its terms, kneel now and 
kiss the feet of those present.” 

	I moved to my knees and kissed each of the Administrator’s 
feet.  I then did the same to the secretary. I remained bowed; at 
once excited, aroused, and a bit afraid.

	“Rise and turn around,” I did so, “spread your legs a little, 
please, thank you.” She placed her hand beneath my sac, “Of your own 
free will, with an understanding that from the moment your balls 
touch my hand, you will become the permanent property of the group 
known as the ‘Sisterhood’ and, also knowing, that you will be subject 
to their will, completely and fully, for as long as we deem you shall 
live, place your balls in my hand and accept your fate, whatever that 
may be.”

	I lowered my balls into her palm and she closed her hand 
around them.

	“Duly witnessed, this day.”  She gripped them tightly and 
pain surged through me, but I remained poised; this was what I’d 
always wanted.  “Take him to the vet, see if she can get him in 
today.”

	“Of course, Administrator.”

	Her hand released me and I was relieved of some agony, but 
secretly longed for a little more.

	“Come with me, please” the secretary cooed as anticipation 
overcame her, it was not hard to tell that she really liked this.  I 
followed her to an elevator and as we rode it down she checked me 
out. “After you’re cut, I’ll come out to the ranch and let you pull 
my cart.  Would you be a good pony for me?”

	I nodded.

	“You don’t talk much, do you?”

	“I didn’t think I should.” I replied.

	“It’s OK, if I ask you.” She smiled. I liked her. “Do you 
have any questions?”

	“Just one, are they really gonna eat me?”

	“Ha,” she laughed. “I doubt it, but if you gain some weight 
and you taste good.  Do you want me to taste you? I can usually tell 
if men have potential.”

	I started the nodding thing again.  She first licked and then 
blew a little air on my nipple.  I got hard in two places.  She 
placed her mouth upon my tit, bit a little, sucked a little, and 
groaned a little.

	“Uh, don’t gain any wait, baby.  Make sure you run as much as 
possible.”  I couldn’t tell if I should be worried or if she just 
wanted to make sure my enthusiasm for running would be high.

	The elevator door opened. It was a medical office staffed by 
several women and I was turned over to a very pretty red-haired 
nurse. The women discussed something, but they went beyond my 
earshot.  The nurse then led me to the Doctor’s office and the 
secretary boarded the elevator.

	The Doctor was the oldest woman I’d come across, so far, but 
indeed she was ravishing and maybe 35.  The nurse walked me over to a 
set of stainless steel stocks.  She undid my cuffs; strapped my 
wrists to a set of leather ones above my head, and my ankles were 
fixed to similar devices below.  I looked like a human X.  

The nurse looked at me, smiling.  “You ready for this, dear?”  She 
cupped my balls in one hand and made a scissors-like motion with the 
other. “Won’t be long now.”  I got hard as a rock and she looked at 
my penis.  “That’ll soon stop.  You think I’m pretty, don’t you?”  I 
nodded, she was.  She undid the zipper on her uniform a little, 
revealing some cleavage, and softly rubbed up against me. I wanted 
her.  “Look, it’s really better you get fixed, kid, you’re gonna be 
like an animal and nobody here fucks animals.”  She tasted me.  
“Don’t gain any weight, either.” She chuckled and placed a small 
adjustable stool in front of me.  “He’s secure, Doctor.”

“Thank you.” The doctor did not look up. “Can you prep him please?”

 The nurse went to work; she wrapped my scrotum in a warm wet cloth, 
foamed me with shaving cream, and then carefully shaved my sac bald. 
She took her time massaging and kneading my balls as she went.  I dug 
it and my cock stood as hard as it ever had while moving near her 
face. The nurse teased it occasionally just brushing up against it. 
The doctor came over just as the nurse swabbed me down with some 
alcohol. It stung like fire and softened me up immediately.  

The Doctor addressed me.  “Ok, before we get started, let’s discuss 
what you can expect to see happen.  At the Sisterhood, you will be 
kept naked, like all animals, and constantly exposed to many women in 
various stages of dress.  This can be a problem because of the 
likelihood of arousal.  This procedure will eliminate that.  You’ll 
find those desires diminishing almost immediately and you will be 
given the opportunity to concentrate on the pleasure of the Sisters 
rather than your own.  Understand?”

I nodded.

“I’m going to castrate you in a manner similar to the way cattle are 
castrated.” She took my scrotum in one hand and used her other hand 
to illustrate the procedure. “I’m going to make two incisions around 
the back, here and here. Your testes will be pulled through the cuts 
and a clamp will be applied high up along the cords that hold them to 
your body.  The clamp will first crush and then sever the cords.  At 
that point you will be sewn up and I will insert a small ring through 
the skin of your sac.”

I was fascinated.

“You can expect a great deal of discomfort, can you handle that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I tell you what I’ll put you in the elastrator for a while. 
That will not only numb them some, but it will make you look forward 
to castration, just because of the relief.”

“Ok,” I barely spoke.

“The final aspect of the procedure is the draining.  You will be so 
aroused from all the attention your genitals are getting that it will 
be hard to keep you from coming, so we just go ahead and get you off 
one last time.  Right after that, sex won’t be on your mind much any 
more and you can spend your days pleasing and being concerned with 
our pleasure, understand?”

I nodded.

“I not doing this to be cruel to you, it is just better for 
everyone.  You wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t what you wanted and I 
suggest you accept your fate.”  She paused and then spoke. “Would you 
like to give me a foot rub, it will probably be the last time you get 
any pleasure touching a woman.”

I nodded.

“Ok, five minutes.”

She took me down and I knelt before her. I removed her clogs and 
accepted the lotion she offered up.  I gave her the best massage I 
ever gave and savored every sensation.  She had such pretty toes and 
I looked up past her ankles toward her tan well-shaped thighs; she 
took excellent care of herself. I saw her relax and then drift off to 
a comfortable sensuous place. I labored over every toe and the spaces 
in between. Ten minutes later she stopped me.  I was placed back on 
the stocks.  Hard as a rock, it felt like my dick would pop.

“I have to thank you, that was nice.” She said softly. She got 
affectionate and started to caress me.  As her fingers worked my 
nipples to erection she seemed to enjoy my state of arousal. “You’d 
do anything for these sensations, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded, clearly enjoying her attention.

“Let’s get this over with shall we?”

I was filled with dread.

She showed me the elastrator and it looked like a long thin gun, she 
placed my balls through the expanded rubber strap and released a 
trigger.  The strap encircled my testicles so tightly that I froze 
from the shock.  My abdomen was filled with pain and my balls hurt so 
bad I though I would cry.  I needed this agony to stop and, at that 
point, I didn’t care what brought about that end.  I squirmed and 
groaned writhing as the torture overwhelmed me to the point of 
distracting all other sensation.

I barely heard her voice and hardly felt her hands on me.  Gradually, 
I calmed down and realized she was trying to sooth me.

“Breathe.” She said, “Deeply, relax, accept it. Don’t fight. Do you 
feel my hand on your balls?  They’re already getting cold.”

I nodded, “Make it stop, please, make it stop.”

“You want me cut them off now, or let the elastrator do its job?  
They’ll fall of by themselves in a couple of days anyway?”

“Cut them off, please, just cut them off.”

“Ok.” She pulled my sac down, slipped a set of surgical scissors in a 
small space between my balls and the strap.  She cut the rubber and I 
nearly collapsed from relief.  My gratitude was immense; I would do 
anything for her now.  “Relax,” she said, massaging my sac and 
stimulating circulation. 

“He ready yet?” It was a new voice.  I saw woman in black leather.  
She was tall, muscular and wore her black hair wound upon her head. 
She carried some leather equipment.  This was my Trainer and she had 
my bridle and tack. I was soon to be a beast of burden.  The trainer 
looked me over.

“I just took the elastrator off, why don’t you distract him while I 
geld him, he’s ready, but will probably appreciate the attention.”

“Ok.” She moved in front of me and stroked my head as she spoke. 
“Hey, there fella.  You just relax and this will all be over soon, 
Ok?  Won’t be so bad.”  She ran her hands all over me like I was some 
fine animal.  Her hand went to my scrotum and she weighed my balls in 
her hand. “These just have to go, honey.  Believe me, you’ll be 
calmer and easier to control.  Plus, you don’t want to spend the rest 
of you life hard as a rock and horny as hell. You just concentrate on 
being a good pony and let us have all the fun.  Think of it as a gift 
and be proud of what you are.  Gelded and submissive, calm and 
gentle.”  Her words had the desired affect and I became relaxed.

I felt a cool wet swab on the back of my scrotum.  The time had 
come.  The Trainer continued to speak softly to me and she stroked me 
gently.  She took my nipples in her gloved fingertips.  I felt the 
heat and pain of an incision on my sac, but the Trainer tweaked my 
nipples and distracted me. 

“It’s Ok, baby, relax.” I felt a finger probe the cut and the 
sensation of my ball being pulled through it and then hanging down.  
It was an odd feeling.  The Trainer placed a rubber bit in my mouth 
and I bit down hard. I knew what was next.  

Almost immediately, I felt the cold slow closure of the clamp upon my 
cords.  The pressure grew and searing pain filled my torso as I heard 
a subtle crushing sound. Then the pain peaked jerking my entire body, 
then stopped.

“Good boy.” The Trainer coaxed. “Halfway, Wanna break?” For the first 
time since my arrival, I shook my head.

I felt my second ball become exposed to the air, the closure of the 
clamp upon the cords, the pain began to swell again, but this time I 
looked the Trainer right in the eye.  She met my stare with a knowing 
smile.  She knew I was ready and I wanted her to receive my gift. 

“Do it, Doc.”  The clamp closed, the pain shook me and then slowly 
subsided.  She moved her hand to my still hard cock.  “Want me to 
drain him?”

“Go ahead.” The doctor said. “I’ll put his ring in.”

I never felt the piercing. The trainer stroked my hard on over and 
over until the last orgasm I’d ever know rushed out from deep within 
me pulsing almost endlessly into her hand.  As the feeling subsided, 
a brief flash of remorse filled me.  Yet, it lasted only a second as 
my new owner harnessed me tight into the equipment.  As a black 
leather hood was placed over my head, I lost who I was and became the 
beast I was meant to be; silent, subservient, and committed their 
needs as mine no longer existed, let alone mattered.