Creation of a Eunuch Slave

A eunuch slave is created when a submissive male is abducted by a 
Dominant Woman who has seen his personal advertisement and makes 
his dream a reality.

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She lay in wait, the sinuous curves of Her body catlike, poised to 
strike.  She had waited for this moment, planning its timing 
carefully, and soon Her intended prey would be arriving.  She heard 
the sound of a key in the lock at the front door and held Her 
breath a moment, waiting.  Soon he entered the foyer, fumbling for 
the light switch in the darkness, his hands filled with his 
briefcase, heavy winter coat, and the day's mail and newspapers.  
She heard his frustration in the futile clicking of the light 
switch up and down and smiled to Herself as he swore under his 
breath at the darkness.  Predictably he turned to walk further into 
the darkened house to find another light source.  Just as planned, 
his ankles met the tautly stretched cord She had placed 
strategically in his path, and he fell headlong, newspapers and 
unopened letters fluttering outward in a pale gray arc in the 
dimness.  She sprang instantly into action and pressed the prongs 
of a stun gun to his prone form.  While he lay motionless She moved 
efficiently, securing his ankles and wrists with thick iron 
shackles and then gagged him and slid a thick black hood over his 
head.  She rose and stood looking down at him, and then walked to 
the door and opened it.  Waiting outside were two muscular men who 
entered immediately when She beckoned to them.  Fifteen minutes 
later She and Her special cargo were heading down the interstate in 
a sleek black van.

She felt pleasure surge inside Her as She removed his hood and saw 
his disorientation, his eyes blinking against the bright light 
behind Her as he tried in vain to focus on Her face.  She reached 
out and slapped him viciously, enjoying his muffled surprised cry 
from behind his gag.  Before he could try to focus on Her again, 
She straightened and walked to stand behind the chair to which he 
was securely bound.  Her long manicured nails trailed over his now 
bare shoulders.  Finally She spoke, Her voice sounding somehow 
magnified in this stark environment of cement walls and floor.  "I 
own you now."  

He heard the sound of Her heels as She turned and walked away, the 
opening of a door, the click of a switch, and the room was in 
darkness.  He strained vainly against his bonds, but could not 
escape.  He did succeed in knocking over his chair, and was 
rewarded with a heavy dull blow to the back of his head as he hit 
the concrete floor.  He awoke later, lying on the floor still 
tightly bound to the chair, an ache spreading up from the base of 
his skull and hunger beginning to gnaw at his insides.   He again 
struggled to free himself but failed, and then finally dozed, the 
darkness wrapping around his naked bound form like a blanket. 

A brilliant blinding light pierced through the darkness and his 
mind roused itself from a foggy sleep.  He found himself bound 
tightly to an iron bed with his Captor towering over him. Her eyes 
held his, Her gaze direct, commanding, compelling.   "Remember the 
personal ad you posted saying you wanted to be a real slave?" She 
asked.  She did not wait for a response and continued on, "Now you 
are a slave.  My slave.  Just as the owners of a new property will 
often make renovations after they take possession, I've taken the 
liberty of modifying you to suit My own desires.  During the two 
weeks that I've owned you, I've had you gelded, pierced 
appropriately, and tattooed with My Ownership mark.  In short, I've 
made you into My own personal eunuch slave."  She paused for a 
moment, enjoying the effect of Her words.  The look on his face was 
truly priceless.  She wished briefly for a camera to capture the 
moment.

She stepped closer, looking at him intently, watching as his eyes 
dropped in submission, watching the last of the fight drain out of 
him, acceptance filling the void it left behind.  "I'm going to 
remove your gag now, slave.  There are words that are appropriate 
for you to say, and others that are inappropriate.  I trust you 
know the difference?"  He nodded and glanced up at Her briefly 
before lowering his eyes again as She removed the gag.  When he 
spoke his voice sounded rusty from lack of use, but She found Her 
new slave did indeed know the appropriate thing to say.  "Thank 
you, Mistress.  Thank you!"


Written and Copyrighted by The Empress, 1/4/2000
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