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A BETTER LIFE AFTERWARDS (Straight, castration). Norma felt him going soft inside her again and as usual it slid out. "Sorry", he said, "I'm having problems, aren't I?" It seemed ages since he last came inside her, he often seemed ready enough but did not last and the erection quickly subsided. She said that it did not matter but the frustration was obvious in her tone. He continued to stroke her and kiss her nipples which merely increased her yearning. She turned away to get up, "Sorry", he said again, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm no better than a eunuch". This time she snapped "It doesn't matter", and went to the bathroom. Malcolm grinned to himself, he certainly wasn't a eunuch, but his energies were used-up elsewhere. Later that day Pauline arrived to collect some plants that Norma had promised her. Malcolm greeted her and Norma seeing her went out into the garden to collect the plants, suddenly she realised that she could not remember which were wanted and returned to check. As she approached the room she heard them talking and for some reason stopped to listen. Pauline was saying, "About the same time tomorrow, Norma still doesn't suspect?" "No", he replied, "you take so much out of me that she thinks I couldn't manage it with anyone, I joke about being a eunuch!" Norma crept quietly away, found some plants and returned with them. Pauline took these and left. Things continued as before for a few weeks, then one Friday evening after a few drinks Norma surprised him by suggesting that perhaps she had not been sexy enough and she had heard that bondage was very arousing so they ought to try it. She further surprised him by leading him to the spare bedroom where one of the beds had straps ready on it. She stripped and he did the same. She then made him lie spread- eagled on the bed, secured his wrists with lockable cuffs, stretched him out and tied his legs to the other corners of the bed. He had never seen her so aroused, she was breathing deeply and her pussy juices smelt very strongly, this also affected him and his erection was stronger than it had been in her company for a long time. She then started handling his cock and balls very roughly, causing him to squirm in that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh dear", she said, "you still seem able to move, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it more if you're more firmly held". He nodded in surprise and was even more surprised when she reached under the bed to take out a long wide belt. This she passed over him just above the groin around and under the bed so that he could not move at all. She was now rougher still and feeling very sore he asked her to stop. At this she violently masturbated him, digging-in her long finger nails, the pain caused him to come very quickly and violently. When he recovered his breath he expressed surprise that having been so aroused she hadn't let him fuck her. She laughed and said that he would never fuck her again, or any-one else, especially Pauline. At this he realised that she had found out about them and tried to bluff his way out of it. Norma just smiled, "You've compared yourself to a eunuch, haven't you? Well today's your lucky day because you really will be one". At this she reached under the bed again and took out what looked like a large pair of pincers. "What the hell is that?" he asked. "Just a clamp, a burdizzo, farmers use it on their unruly rams, so I'll use it on you". Before he could say more or make any loud noises she quickly wiped her pussy with her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. She reached between his legs and he now understood the real reason for the belt, try as he might he couldn't even wriggle. "The beauty of this is that there's no cutting, no blood, so all is nice and clean, there's no risk and no convalescent time. You will be sore of course, especially with me, but the absence of all those nasty hormones means that you will quickly accept it". He tried to speak through his gag without success, she smiled and continued, "There is one small disadvantage, it is painful, but I don't mind that, you have caused me pain." At this she began feeling his scrotum and carefully placed the burdizzo, when satisfied she quickly squeezed it shut. The pain was intense and his whimpers could be heard through his gag, he then heard her counting aloud and at thirty released the clamp. "There that wasn't too bad was it? Only one more to go, at least you know what to expect this time." Smiling she moved to the other side of his scrotum and the torture was repeated, this time he found himself counting up to thirty. The pain had caused him to develop another erection, so she quickly seized his penis and masturbated him again, "There, that should have emptied your tank, you won't be making much more now." At this she removed the belt and ankle ties so that some movement was allowed and the restricted circulation eased. She produced a mirror and put it between his legs so that he could see that apart from the two depressed bruises there was no obvious damage, he wondered whether she really had done any real damage or whether all this was just to frighten him. Before he could challenge her she left the room. She returned with two cups of coffee, removed his gag and offered him a drink. She explained that this was now his bedroom, she would free one of his wrists if he promised not to try and take revenge on her. As he was still not sure exactly what she had done he readily agreed. She went on to say that they now had separate bedrooms and hers would be locked for her own safety. She expected that without the testosterone in his body he would quickly accept what had been done to him and they would be friends again. If he accepted it and did not try to punish her she would not tell anyone that he was now a eunuch, as people would joke about him. Again he agreed. For safety's sake she would leave him secured by one wrist, but on a longer chain for the weekend to test whether he could accept these conditions. This was done and she left him again. In her absence he gingerly felt his scrotum, it was certainly sore, he felt his balls and squeezed them, they felt numb, were they really dead? He didn't know what to believe. He spent the rest of the weekend attached to the bed and on Monday was allowed to go into work. He certainly didn't feel any different, apart from the ache in his groin, he still looked at the attractive women around him, perhaps it was just a scare after all. So work continued as before At home Norma still looked after him, provided the meals, but at night they went to their own rooms. He still got erections and kept testing his balls, their was certainly no feeling in them but they didn't seem any smaller. He managed a masturbation to climax, though not much came out, he didn't know what to believe. By the end of the second week his balls did seem smaller and his erections did not last, perhaps he really was a eunuch. At the end of the third week there really was no doubt, they certainly were shrinking. He was surprised how little he minded, the uncertainty of the last three weeks plus the declining testosterone level had obviously helped him come to terms with his loss. He hadn't discussed this with Norma and decided to keep her guessing about his attitude, he certainly didn't feel the need for revenge. At work he was spending more time on his job and less on flirting and gossiping, to his surprise he was enjoying work more and getting better at it. After a few months when his scrotum was completely empty and his penis smaller he asked Norma whether she would like to see what she had done. She agreed and tenderly examined what was left, she then admitted that she had become rather ashamed that her temper had caused her to castrate him as she still missed him in her bed. At this he kissed her and brought her to climax with his fingers, but his penis remained limp. She expressed her sorrow, but he said that it did not matter. Not only did he not mind, he was grateful that she had castrated him and he was proud to be her eunuch. He was not wasting time and money chasing other women and he could now admit that he had also wasted too much time masturbating, another reason he had been a disappointment in bed. She had nothing to blame herself for, he was happier now that he could devote himself to her. They embraced in tears and he again shared her bed. He had to ask where she had acquired "that thing", She smiled and said that when she had complained about him to a friend, that friend explained that she had had a similar problem with her husband and had used the burdizzo on him. She still had it and so had lent it to Norma after instructions on how to use it. Obviously she could not say who it was. At work he was promoted to a departmental manager with a large salary increase because of his improved performance and attitude. Although his castration remains a secret at work and amongst friends they made contact with other eunuchs and Malcolm had himself tidied-up by losing his empty scrotum, perhaps he will become completely smooth soon. At work his promotions continue and their lifestyle improves. He has become very skilled at pleasing Norma as he can continue his attentions indefinitely without climaxing. Now they celebrate the anniversary of his castration - what had originally been an act of revenge had improved and enriched both their lives. A BETTER LIFE AFTERWARDS (Straight, castration). Norma felt him going soft inside her again and as usual it slid out. "Sorry", he said, "I'm having problems, aren't I?" It seemed ages since he last came inside her, he often seemed ready enough but did not last and the erection quickly subsided. She said that it did not matter but the frustration was obvious in her tone. He continued to stroke her and kiss her nipples which merely increased her yearning. She turned away to get up, "Sorry", he said again, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm no better than a eunuch". This time she snapped "It doesn't matter", and went to the bathroom. Malcolm grinned to himself, he certainly wasn't a eunuch, but his energies were used-up elsewhere. Later that day Pauline arrived to collect some plants that Norma had promised her. Malcolm greeted her and Norma seeing her went out into the garden to collect the plants, suddenly she realised that she could not remember which were wanted and returned to check. As she approached the room she heard them talking and for some reason stopped to listen. Pauline was saying, "About the same time tomorrow, Norma still doesn't suspect?" "No", he replied, "you take so much out of me that she thinks I couldn't manage it with anyone, I joke about being a eunuch!" Norma crept quietly away, found some plants and returned with them. Pauline took these and left. Things continued as before for a few weeks, then one Friday evening after a few drinks Norma surprised him by suggesting that perhaps she had not been sexy enough and she had heard that bondage was very arousing so they ought to try it. She further surprised him by leading him to the spare bedroom where one of the beds had straps ready on it. She stripped and he did the same. She then made him lie spread- eagled on the bed, secured his wrists with lockable cuffs, stretched him out and tied his legs to the other corners of the bed. He had never seen her so aroused, she was breathing deeply and her pussy juices smelt very strongly, this also affected him and his erection was stronger than it had been in her company for a long time. She then started handling his cock and balls very roughly, causing him to squirm in that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh dear", she said, "you still seem able to move, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it more if you're more firmly held". He nodded in surprise and was even more surprised when she reached under the bed to take out a long wide belt. This she passed over him just above the groin around and under the bed so that he could not move at all. She was now rougher still and feeling very sore he asked her to stop. At this she violently masturbated him, digging-in her long finger nails, the pain caused him to come very quickly and violently. When he recovered his breath he expressed surprise that having been so aroused she hadn't let him fuck her. She laughed and said that he would never fuck her again, or any-one else, especially Pauline. At this he realised that she had found out about them and tried to bluff his way out of it. Norma just smiled, "You've compared yourself to a eunuch, haven't you? Well today's your lucky day because you really will be one". At this she reached under the bed again and took out what looked like a large pair of pincers. "What the hell is that?" he asked. "Just a clamp, a burdizzo, farmers use it on their unruly rams, so I'll use it on you". Before he could say more or make any loud noises she quickly wiped her pussy with her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. She reached between his legs and he now understood the real reason for the belt, try as he might he couldn't even wriggle. "The beauty of this is that there's no cutting, no blood, so all is nice and clean, there's no risk and no convalescent time. You will be sore of course, especially with me, but the absence of all those nasty hormones means that you will quickly accept it". He tried to speak through his gag without success, she smiled and continued, "There is one small disadvantage, it is painful, but I don't mind that, you have caused me pain." At this she began feeling his scrotum and carefully placed the burdizzo, when satisfied she quickly squeezed it shut. The pain was intense and his whimpers could be heard through his gag, he then heard her counting aloud and at thirty released the clamp. "There that wasn't too bad was it? Only one more to go, at least you know what to expect this time." Smiling she moved to the other side of his scrotum and the torture was repeated, this time he found himself counting up to thirty. The pain had caused him to develop another erection, so she quickly seized his penis and masturbated him again, "There, that should have emptied your tank, you won't be making much more now." At this she removed the belt and ankle ties so that some movement was allowed and the restricted circulation eased. She produced a mirror and put it between his legs so that he could see that apart from the two depressed bruises there was no obvious damage, he wondered whether she really had done any real damage or whether all this was just to frighten him. Before he could challenge her she left the room. She returned with two cups of coffee, removed his gag and offered him a drink. She explained that this was now his bedroom, she would free one of his wrists if he promised not to try and take revenge on her. As he was still not sure exactly what she had done he readily agreed. She went on to say that they now had separate bedrooms and hers would be locked for her own safety. She expected that without the testosterone in his body he would quickly accept what had been done to him and they would be friends again. If he accepted it and did not try to punish her she would not tell anyone that he was now a eunuch, as people would joke about him. Again he agreed. For safety's sake she would leave him secured by one wrist, but on a longer chain for the weekend to test whether he could accept these conditions. This was done and she left him again. In her absence he gingerly felt his scrotum, it was certainly sore, he felt his balls and squeezed them, they felt numb, were they really dead? He didn't know what to believe. He spent the rest of the weekend attached to the bed and on Monday was allowed to go into work. He certainly didn't feel any different, apart from the ache in his groin, he still looked at the attractive women around him, perhaps it was just a scare after all. So work continued as before At home Norma still looked after him, provided the meals, but at night they went to their own rooms. He still got erections and kept testing his balls, their was certainly no feeling in them but they didn't seem any smaller. He managed a masturbation to climax, though not much came out, he didn't know what to believe. By the end of the second week his balls did seem smaller and his erections did not last, perhaps he really was a eunuch. At the end of the third week there really was no doubt, they certainly were shrinking. He was surprised how little he minded, the uncertainty of the last three weeks plus the declining testosterone level had obviously helped him come to terms with his loss. He hadn't discussed this with Norma and decided to keep her guessing about his attitude, he certainly didn't feel the need for revenge. At work he was spending more time on his job and less on flirting and gossiping, to his surprise he was enjoying work more and getting better at it. After a few months when his scrotum was completely empty and his penis smaller he asked Norma whether she would like to see what she had done. She agreed and tenderly examined what was left, she then admitted that she had become rather ashamed that her temper had caused her to castrate him as she still missed him in her bed. At this he kissed her and brought her to climax with his fingers, but his penis remained limp. She expressed her sorrow, but he said that it did not matter. Not only did he not mind, he was grateful that she had castrated him and he was proud to be her eunuch. He was not wasting time and money chasing other women and he could now admit that he had also wasted too much time masturbating, another reason he had been a disappointment in bed. She had nothing to blame herself for, he was happier now that he could devote himself to her. They embraced in tears and he again shared her bed. He had to ask where she had acquired "that thing", She smiled and said that when she had complained about him to a friend, that friend explained that she had had a similar problem with her husband and had used the burdizzo on him. She still had it and so had lent it to Norma after instructions on how to use it. Obviously she could not say who it was. At work he was promoted to a departmental manager with a large salary increase because of his improved performance and attitude. Although his castration remains a secret at work and amongst friends they made contact with other eunuchs and Malcolm had himself tidied-up by losing his empty scrotum, perhaps he will become completely smooth soon. At work his promotions continue and their lifestyle improves. He has become very skilled at pleasing Norma as he can continue his attentions indefinitely without climaxing. Now they celebrate the anniversary of his castration - what had originally been an act of revenge had improved and enriched both their lives. A BETTER LIFE AFTERWARDS (Straight, castration). Norma felt him going soft inside her again and as usual it slid out. "Sorry", he said, "I'm having problems, aren't I?" It seemed ages since he last came inside her, he often seemed ready enough but did not last and the erection quickly subsided. She said that it did not matter but the frustration was obvious in her tone. He continued to stroke her and kiss her nipples which merely increased her yearning. She turned away to get up, "Sorry", he said again, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm no better than a eunuch". This time she snapped "It doesn't matter", and went to the bathroom. Malcolm grinned to himself, he certainly wasn't a eunuch, but his energies were used-up elsewhere. Later that day Pauline arrived to collect some plants that Norma had promised her. Malcolm greeted her and Norma seeing her went out into the garden to collect the plants, suddenly she realised that she could not remember which were wanted and returned to check. As she approached the room she heard them talking and for some reason stopped to listen. Pauline was saying, "About the same time tomorrow, Norma still doesn't suspect?" "No", he replied, "you take so much out of me that she thinks I couldn't manage it with anyone, I joke about being a eunuch!" Norma crept quietly away, found some plants and returned with them. Pauline took these and left. Things continued as before for a few weeks, then one Friday evening after a few drinks Norma surprised him by suggesting that perhaps she had not been sexy enough and she had heard that bondage was very arousing so they ought to try it. She further surprised him by leading him to the spare bedroom where one of the beds had straps ready on it. She stripped and he did the same. She then made him lie spread- eagled on the bed, secured his wrists with lockable cuffs, stretched him out and tied his legs to the other corners of the bed. He had never seen her so aroused, she was breathing deeply and her pussy juices smelt very strongly, this also affected him and his erection was stronger than it had been in her company for a long time. She then started handling his cock and balls very roughly, causing him to squirm in that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh dear", she said, "you still seem able to move, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it more if you're more firmly held". He nodded in surprise and was even more surprised when she reached under the bed to take out a long wide belt. This she passed over him just above the groin around and under the bed so that he could not move at all. She was now rougher still and feeling very sore he asked her to stop. At this she violently masturbated him, digging-in her long finger nails, the pain caused him to come very quickly and violently. When he recovered his breath he expressed surprise that having been so aroused she hadn't let him fuck her. She laughed and said that he would never fuck her again, or any-one else, especially Pauline. At this he realised that she had found out about them and tried to bluff his way out of it. Norma just smiled, "You've compared yourself to a eunuch, haven't you? Well today's your lucky day because you really will be one". At this she reached under the bed again and took out what looked like a large pair of pincers. "What the hell is that?" he asked. "Just a clamp, a burdizzo, farmers use it on their unruly rams, so I'll use it on you". Before he could say more or make any loud noises she quickly wiped her pussy with her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. She reached between his legs and he now understood the real reason for the belt, try as he might he couldn't even wriggle. "The beauty of this is that there's no cutting, no blood, so all is nice and clean, there's no risk and no convalescent time. You will be sore of course, especially with me, but the absence of all those nasty hormones means that you will quickly accept it". He tried to speak through his gag without success, she smiled and continued, "There is one small disadvantage, it is painful, but I don't mind that, you have caused me pain." At this she began feeling his scrotum and carefully placed the burdizzo, when satisfied she quickly squeezed it shut. The pain was intense and his whimpers could be heard through his gag, he then heard her counting aloud and at thirty released the clamp. "There that wasn't too bad was it? Only one more to go, at least you know what to expect this time." Smiling she moved to the other side of his scrotum and the torture was repeated, this time he found himself counting up to thirty. The pain had caused him to develop another erection, so she quickly seized his penis and masturbated him again, "There, that should have emptied your tank, you won't be making much more now." At this she removed the belt and ankle ties so that some movement was allowed and the restricted circulation eased. She produced a mirror and put it between his legs so that he could see that apart from the two depressed bruises there was no obvious damage, he wondered whether she really had done any real damage or whether all this was just to frighten him. Before he could challenge her she left the room. She returned with two cups of coffee, removed his gag and offered him a drink. She explained that this was now his bedroom, she would free one of his wrists if he promised not to try and take revenge on her. As he was still not sure exactly what she had done he readily agreed. She went on to say that they now had separate bedrooms and hers would be locked for her own safety. She expected that without the testosterone in his body he would quickly accept what had been done to him and they would be friends again. If he accepted it and did not try to punish her she would not tell anyone that he was now a eunuch, as people would joke about him. Again he agreed. For safety's sake she would leave him secured by one wrist, but on a longer chain for the weekend to test whether he could accept these conditions. This was done and she left him again. In her absence he gingerly felt his scrotum, it was certainly sore, he felt his balls and squeezed them, they felt numb, were they really dead? He didn't know what to believe. He spent the rest of the weekend attached to the bed and on Monday was allowed to go into work. He certainly didn't feel any different, apart from the ache in his groin, he still looked at the attractive women around him, perhaps it was just a scare after all. So work continued as before At home Norma still looked after him, provided the meals, but at night they went to their own rooms. He still got erections and kept testing his balls, their was certainly no feeling in them but they didn't seem any smaller. He managed a masturbation to climax, though not much came out, he didn't know what to believe. By the end of the second week his balls did seem smaller and his erections did not last, perhaps he really was a eunuch. At the end of the third week there really was no doubt, they certainly were shrinking. He was surprised how little he minded, the uncertainty of the last three weeks plus the declining testosterone level had obviously helped him come to terms with his loss. He hadn't discussed this with Norma and decided to keep her guessing about his attitude, he certainly didn't feel the need for revenge. At work he was spending more time on his job and less on flirting and gossiping, to his surprise he was enjoying work more and getting better at it. After a few months when his scrotum was completely empty and his penis smaller he asked Norma whether she would like to see what she had done. She agreed and tenderly examined what was left, she then admitted that she had become rather ashamed that her temper had caused her to castrate him as she still missed him in her bed. At this he kissed her and brought her to climax with his fingers, but his penis remained limp. She expressed her sorrow, but he said that it did not matter. Not only did he not mind, he was grateful that she had castrated him and he was proud to be her eunuch. He was not wasting time and money chasing other women and he could now admit that he had also wasted too much time masturbating, another reason he had been a disappointment in bed. She had nothing to blame herself for, he was happier now that he could devote himself to her. They embraced in tears and he again shared her bed. He had to ask where she had acquired "that thing", She smiled and said that when she had complained about him to a friend, that friend explained that she had had a similar problem with her husband and had used the burdizzo on him. She still had it and so had lent it to Norma after instructions on how to use it. Obviously she could not say who it was. At work he was promoted to a departmental manager with a large salary increase because of his improved performance and attitude. Although his castration remains a secret at work and amongst friends they made contact with other eunuchs and Malcolm had himself tidied-up by losing his empty scrotum, perhaps he will become completely smooth soon. At work his promotions continue and their lifestyle improves. He has become very skilled at pleasing Norma as he can continue his attentions indefinitely without climaxing. Now they celebrate the anniversary of his castration - what had originally been an act of revenge had improved and enriched both their lives. A BETTER LIFE AFTERWARDS (Straight, castration). Norma felt him going soft inside her again and as usual it slid out. "Sorry", he said, "I'm having problems, aren't I?" It seemed ages since he last came inside her, he often seemed ready enough but did not last and the erection quickly subsided. She said that it did not matter but the frustration was obvious in her tone. He continued to stroke her and kiss her nipples which merely increased her yearning. She turned away to get up, "Sorry", he said again, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm no better than a eunuch". This time she snapped "It doesn't matter", and went to the bathroom. Malcolm grinned to himself, he certainly wasn't a eunuch, but his energies were used-up elsewhere. Later that day Pauline arrived to collect some plants that Norma had promised her. Malcolm greeted her and Norma seeing her went out into the garden to collect the plants, suddenly she realised that she could not remember which were wanted and returned to check. As she approached the room she heard them talking and for some reason stopped to listen. Pauline was saying, "About the same time tomorrow, Norma still doesn't suspect?" "No", he replied, "you take so much out of me that she thinks I couldn't manage it with anyone, I joke about being a eunuch!" Norma crept quietly away, found some plants and returned with them. Pauline took these and left. Things continued as before for a few weeks, then one Friday evening after a few drinks Norma surprised him by suggesting that perhaps she had not been sexy enough and she had heard that bondage was very arousing so they ought to try it. She further surprised him by leading him to the spare bedroom where one of the beds had straps ready on it. She stripped and he did the same. She then made him lie spread- eagled on the bed, secured his wrists with lockable cuffs, stretched him out and tied his legs to the other corners of the bed. He had never seen her so aroused, she was breathing deeply and her pussy juices smelt very strongly, this also affected him and his erection was stronger than it had been in her company for a long time. She then started handling his cock and balls very roughly, causing him to squirm in that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh dear", she said, "you still seem able to move, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it more if you're more firmly held". He nodded in surprise and was even more surprised when she reached under the bed to take out a long wide belt. This she passed over him just above the groin around and under the bed so that he could not move at all. She was now rougher still and feeling very sore he asked her to stop. At this she violently masturbated him, digging-in her long finger nails, the pain caused him to come very quickly and violently. When he recovered his breath he expressed surprise that having been so aroused she hadn't let him fuck her. She laughed and said that he would never fuck her again, or any-one else, especially Pauline. At this he realised that she had found out about them and tried to bluff his way out of it. Norma just smiled, "You've compared yourself to a eunuch, haven't you? Well today's your lucky day because you really will be one". At this she reached under the bed again and took out what looked like a large pair of pincers. "What the hell is that?" he asked. "Just a clamp, a burdizzo, farmers use it on their unruly rams, so I'll use it on you". Before he could say more or make any loud noises she quickly wiped her pussy with her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. She reached between his legs and he now understood the real reason for the belt, try as he might he couldn't even wriggle. "The beauty of this is that there's no cutting, no blood, so all is nice and clean, there's no risk and no convalescent time. You will be sore of course, especially with me, but the absence of all those nasty hormones means that you will quickly accept it". He tried to speak through his gag without success, she smiled and continued, "There is one small disadvantage, it is painful, but I don't mind that, you have caused me pain." At this she began feeling his scrotum and carefully placed the burdizzo, when satisfied she quickly squeezed it shut. The pain was intense and his whimpers could be heard through his gag, he then heard her counting aloud and at thirty released the clamp. "There that wasn't too bad was it? Only one more to go, at least you know what to expect this time." Smiling she moved to the other side of his scrotum and the torture was repeated, this time he found himself counting up to thirty. The pain had caused him to develop another erection, so she quickly seized his penis and masturbated him again, "There, that should have emptied your tank, you won't be making much more now." At this she removed the belt and ankle ties so that some movement was allowed and the restricted circulation eased. She produced a mirror and put it between his legs so that he could see that apart from the two depressed bruises there was no obvious damage, he wondered whether she really had done any real damage or whether all this was just to frighten him. Before he could challenge her she left the room. She returned with two cups of coffee, removed his gag and offered him a drink. She explained that this was now his bedroom, she would free one of his wrists if he promised not to try and take revenge on her. As he was still not sure exactly what she had done he readily agreed. She went on to say that they now had separate bedrooms and hers would be locked for her own safety. She expected that without the testosterone in his body he would quickly accept what had been done to him and they would be friends again. If he accepted it and did not try to punish her she would not tell anyone that he was now a eunuch, as people would joke about him. Again he agreed. For safety's sake she would leave him secured by one wrist, but on a longer chain for the weekend to test whether he could accept these conditions. This was done and she left him again. In her absence he gingerly felt his scrotum, it was certainly sore, he felt his balls and squeezed them, they felt numb, were they really dead? He didn't know what to believe. He spent the rest of the weekend attached to the bed and on Monday was allowed to go into work. He certainly didn't feel any different, apart from the ache in his groin, he still looked at the attractive women around him, perhaps it was just a scare after all. So work continued as before At home Norma still looked after him, provided the meals, but at night they went to their own rooms. He still got erections and kept testing his balls, their was certainly no feeling in them but they didn't seem any smaller. He managed a masturbation to climax, though not much came out, he didn't know what to believe. By the end of the second week his balls did seem smaller and his erections did not last, perhaps he really was a eunuch. At the end of the third week there really was no doubt, they certainly were shrinking. He was surprised how little he minded, the uncertainty of the last three weeks plus the declining testosterone level had obviously helped him come to terms with his loss. He hadn't discussed this with Norma and decided to keep her guessing about his attitude, he certainly didn't feel the need for revenge. At work he was spending more time on his job and less on flirting and gossiping, to his surprise he was enjoying work more and getting better at it. After a few months when his scrotum was completely empty and his penis smaller he asked Norma whether she would like to see what she had done. She agreed and tenderly examined what was left, she then admitted that she had become rather ashamed that her temper had caused her to castrate him as she still missed him in her bed. At this he kissed her and brought her to climax with his fingers, but his penis remained limp. She expressed her sorrow, but he said that it did not matter. Not only did he not mind, he was grateful that she had castrated him and he was proud to be her eunuch. He was not wasting time and money chasing other women and he could now admit that he had also wasted too much time masturbating, another reason he had been a disappointment in bed. She had nothing to blame herself for, he was happier now that he could devote himself to her. They embraced in tears and he again shared her bed. He had to ask where she had acquired "that thing", She smiled and said that when she had complained about him to a friend, that friend explained that she had had a similar problem with her husband and had used the burdizzo on him. She still had it and so had lent it to Norma after instructions on how to use it. Obviously she could not say who it was. At work he was promoted to a departmental manager with a large salary increase because of his improved performance and attitude. Although his castration remains a secret at work and amongst friends they made contact with other eunuchs and Malcolm had himself tidied-up by losing his empty scrotum, perhaps he will become completely smooth soon. At work his promotions continue and their lifestyle improves. He has become very skilled at pleasing Norma as he can continue his attentions indefinitely without climaxing. Now they celebrate the anniversary of his castration - what had originally been an act of revenge had improved and enriched both their lives. A BETTER LIFE AFTERWARDS (Straight, castration). Norma felt him going soft inside her again and as usual it slid out. "Sorry", he said, "I'm having problems, aren't I?" It seemed ages since he last came inside her, he often seemed ready enough but did not last and the erection quickly subsided. She said that it did not matter but the frustration was obvious in her tone. He continued to stroke her and kiss her nipples which merely increased her yearning. She turned away to get up, "Sorry", he said again, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm no better than a eunuch". This time she snapped "It doesn't matter", and went to the bathroom. Malcolm grinned to himself, he certainly wasn't a eunuch, but his energies were used-up elsewhere. Later that day Pauline arrived to collect some plants that Norma had promised her. Malcolm greeted her and Norma seeing her went out into the garden to collect the plants, suddenly she realised that she could not remember which were wanted and returned to check. As she approached the room she heard them talking and for some reason stopped to listen. Pauline was saying, "About the same time tomorrow, Norma still doesn't suspect?" "No", he replied, "you take so much out of me that she thinks I couldn't manage it with anyone, I joke about being a eunuch!" Norma crept quietly away, found some plants and returned with them. Pauline took these and left. Things continued as before for a few weeks, then one Friday evening after a few drinks Norma surprised him by suggesting that perhaps she had not been sexy enough and she had heard that bondage was very arousing so they ought to try it. She further surprised him by leading him to the spare bedroom where one of the beds had straps ready on it. She stripped and he did the same. She then made him lie spread- eagled on the bed, secured his wrists with lockable cuffs, stretched him out and tied his legs to the other corners of the bed. He had never seen her so aroused, she was breathing deeply and her pussy juices smelt very strongly, this also affected him and his erection was stronger than it had been in her company for a long time. She then started handling his cock and balls very roughly, causing him to squirm in that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh dear", she said, "you still seem able to move, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it more if you're more firmly held". He nodded in surprise and was even more surprised when she reached under the bed to take out a long wide belt. This she passed over him just above the groin around and under the bed so that he could not move at all. She was now rougher still and feeling very sore he asked her to stop. At this she violently masturbated him, digging-in her long finger nails, the pain caused him to come very quickly and violently. When he recovered his breath he expressed surprise that having been so aroused she hadn't let him fuck her. She laughed and said that he would never fuck her again, or any-one else, especially Pauline. At this he realised that she had found out about them and tried to bluff his way out of it. Norma just smiled, "You've compared yourself to a eunuch, haven't you? Well today's your lucky day because you really will be one". At this she reached under the bed again and took out what looked like a large pair of pincers. "What the hell is that?" he asked. "Just a clamp, a burdizzo, farmers use it on their unruly rams, so I'll use it on you". Before he could say more or make any loud noises she quickly wiped her pussy with her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. She reached between his legs and he now understood the real reason for the belt, try as he might he couldn't even wriggle. "The beauty of this is that there's no cutting, no blood, so all is nice and clean, there's no risk and no convalescent time. You will be sore of course, especially with me, but the absence of all those nasty hormones means that you will quickly accept it". He tried to speak through his gag without success, she smiled and continued, "There is one small disadvantage, it is painful, but I don't mind that, you have caused me pain." At this she began feeling his scrotum and carefully placed the burdizzo, when satisfied she quickly squeezed it shut. The pain was intense and his whimpers could be heard through his gag, he then heard her counting aloud and at thirty released the clamp. "There that wasn't too bad was it? Only one more to go, at least you know what to expect this time." Smiling she moved to the other side of his scrotum and the torture was repeated, this time he found himself counting up to thirty. The pain had caused him to develop another erection, so she quickly seized his penis and masturbated him again, "There, that should have emptied your tank, you won't be making much more now." At this she removed the belt and ankle ties so that some movement was allowed and the restricted circulation eased. She produced a mirror and put it between his legs so that he could see that apart from the two depressed bruises there was no obvious damage, he wondered whether she really had done any real damage or whether all this was just to frighten him. Before he could challenge her she left the room. She returned with two cups of coffee, removed his gag and offered him a drink. She explained that this was now his bedroom, she would free one of his wrists if he promised not to try and take revenge on her. As he was still not sure exactly what she had done he readily agreed. She went on to say that they now had separate bedrooms and hers would be locked for her own safety. She expected that without the testosterone in his body he would quickly accept what had been done to him and they would be friends again. If he accepted it and did not try to punish her she would not tell anyone that he was now a eunuch, as people would joke about him. Again he agreed. For safety's sake she would leave him secured by one wrist, but on a longer chain for the weekend to test whether he could accept these conditions. This was done and she left him again. In her absence he gingerly felt his scrotum, it was certainly sore, he felt his balls and squeezed them, they felt numb, were they really dead? He didn't know what to believe. He spent the rest of the weekend attached to the bed and on Monday was allowed to go into work. He certainly didn't feel any different, apart from the ache in his groin, he still looked at the attractive women around him, perhaps it was just a scare after all. So work continued as before At home Norma still looked after him, provided the meals, but at night they went to their own rooms. He still got erections and kept testing his balls, their was certainly no feeling in them but they didn't seem any smaller. He managed a masturbation to climax, though not much came out, he didn't know what to believe. By the end of the second week his balls did seem smaller and his erections did not last, perhaps he really was a eunuch. At the end of the third week there really was no doubt, they certainly were shrinking. He was surprised how little he minded, the uncertainty of the last three weeks plus the declining testosterone level had obviously helped him come to terms with his loss. He hadn't discussed this with Norma and decided to keep her guessing about his attitude, he certainly didn't feel the need for revenge. At work he was spending more time on his job and less on flirting and gossiping, to his surprise he was enjoying work more and getting better at it. After a few months when his scrotum was completely empty and his penis smaller he asked Norma whether she would like to see what she had done. She agreed and tenderly examined what was left, she then admitted that she had become rather ashamed that her temper had caused her to castrate him as she still missed him in her bed. At this he kissed her and brought her to climax with his fingers, but his penis remained limp. She expressed her sorrow, but he said that it did not matter. Not only did he not mind, he was grateful that she had castrated him and he was proud to be her eunuch. He was not wasting time and money chasing other women and he could now admit that he had also wasted too much time masturbating, another reason he had been a disappointment in bed. She had nothing to blame herself for, he was happier now that he could devote himself to her. They embraced in tears and he again shared her bed. He had to ask where she had acquired "that thing", She smiled and said that when she had complained about him to a friend, that friend explained that she had had a similar problem with her husband and had used the burdizzo on him. She still had it and so had lent it to Norma after instructions on how to use it. Obviously she could not say who it was. At work he was promoted to a departmental manager with a large salary increase because of his improved performance and attitude. Although his castration remains a secret at work and amongst friends they made contact with other eunuchs and Malcolm had himself tidied-up by losing his empty scrotum, perhaps he will become completely smooth soon. At work his promotions continue and their lifestyle improves. He has become very skilled at pleasing Norma as he can continue his attentions indefinitely without climaxing. Now they celebrate the anniversary of his castration - what had originally been an act of revenge had improved and enriched both their lives. A BETTER LIFE AFTERWARDS (Straight, castration). Norma felt him going soft inside her again and as usual it slid out. "Sorry", he said, "I'm having problems, aren't I?" It seemed ages since he last came inside her, he often seemed ready enough but did not last and the erection quickly subsided. She said that it did not matter but the frustration was obvious in her tone. He continued to stroke her and kiss her nipples which merely increased her yearning. She turned away to get up, "Sorry", he said again, "I don't know what's wrong, I'm no better than a eunuch". This time she snapped "It doesn't matter", and went to the bathroom. Malcolm grinned to himself, he certainly wasn't a eunuch, but his energies were used-up elsewhere. Later that day Pauline arrived to collect some plants that Norma had promised her. Malcolm greeted her and Norma seeing her went out into the garden to collect the plants, suddenly she realised that she could not remember which were wanted and returned to check. As she approached the room she heard them talking and for some reason stopped to listen. Pauline was saying, "About the same time tomorrow, Norma still doesn't suspect?" "No", he replied, "you take so much out of me that she thinks I couldn't manage it with anyone, I joke about being a eunuch!" Norma crept quietly away, found some plants and returned with them. Pauline took these and left. Things continued as before for a few weeks, then one Friday evening after a few drinks Norma surprised him by suggesting that perhaps she had not been sexy enough and she had heard that bondage was very arousing so they ought to try it. She further surprised him by leading him to the spare bedroom where one of the beds had straps ready on it. She stripped and he did the same. She then made him lie spread- eagled on the bed, secured his wrists with lockable cuffs, stretched him out and tied his legs to the other corners of the bed. He had never seen her so aroused, she was breathing deeply and her pussy juices smelt very strongly, this also affected him and his erection was stronger than it had been in her company for a long time. She then started handling his cock and balls very roughly, causing him to squirm in that delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh dear", she said, "you still seem able to move, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it more if you're more firmly held". He nodded in surprise and was even more surprised when she reached under the bed to take out a long wide belt. This she passed over him just above the groin around and under the bed so that he could not move at all. She was now rougher still and feeling very sore he asked her to stop. At this she violently masturbated him, digging-in her long finger nails, the pain caused him to come very quickly and violently. When he recovered his breath he expressed surprise that having been so aroused she hadn't let him fuck her. She laughed and said that he would never fuck her again, or any-one else, especially Pauline. At this he realised that she had found out about them and tried to bluff his way out of it. Norma just smiled, "You've compared yourself to a eunuch, haven't you? Well today's your lucky day because you really will be one". At this she reached under the bed again and took out what looked like a large pair of pincers. "What the hell is that?" he asked. "Just a clamp, a burdizzo, farmers use it on their unruly rams, so I'll use it on you". Before he could say more or make any loud noises she quickly wiped her pussy with her panties and stuffed them into his mouth. She reached between his legs and he now understood the real reason for the belt, try as he might he couldn't even wriggle. "The beauty of this is that there's no cutting, no blood, so all is nice and clean, there's no risk and no convalescent time. You will be sore of course, especially with me, but the absence of all those nasty hormones means that you will quickly accept it". He tried to speak through his gag without success, she smiled and continued, "There is one small disadvantage, it is painful, but I don't mind that, you have caused me pain." At this she began feeling his scrotum and carefully placed the burdizzo, when satisfied she quickly squeezed it shut. The pain was intense and his whimpers could be heard through his gag, he then heard her counting aloud and at thirty released the clamp. "There that wasn't too bad was it? Only one more to go, at least you know what to expect this time." Smiling she moved to the other side of his scrotum and the torture was repeated, this time he found himself counting up to thirty. The pain had caused him to develop another erection, so she quickly seized his penis and masturbated him again, "There, that should have emptied your tank, you won't be making much more now." At this she removed the belt and ankle ties so that some movement was allowed and the restricted circulation eased. She produced a mirror and put it between his legs so that he could see that apart from the two depressed bruises there was no obvious damage, he wondered whether she really had done any real damage or whether all this was just to frighten him. Before he could challenge her she left the room. She returned with two cups of coffee, removed his gag and offered him a drink. She explained that this was now his bedroom, she would free one of his wrists if he promised not to try and take revenge on her. As he was still not sure exactly what she had done he readily agreed. She went on to say that they now had separate bedrooms and hers would be locked for her own safety. She expected that without the testosterone in his body he would quickly accept what had been done to him and they would be friends again. If he accepted it and did not try to punish her she would not tell anyone that he was now a eunuch, as people would joke about him. Again he agreed. For safety's sake she would leave him secured by one wrist, but on a longer chain for the weekend to test whether he could accept these conditions. This was done and she left him again. In her absence he gingerly felt his scrotum, it was certainly sore, he felt his balls and squeezed them, they felt numb, were they really dead? He didn't know what to believe. He spent the rest of the weekend attached to the bed and on Monday was allowed to go into work. He certainly didn't feel any different, apart from the ache in his groin, he still looked at the attractive women around him, perhaps it was just a scare after all. So work continued as before At home Norma still looked after him, provided the meals, but at night they went to their own rooms. He still got erections and kept testing his balls, their was certainly no feeling in them but they didn't seem any smaller. He managed a masturbation to climax, though not much came out, he didn't know what to believe. By the end of the second week his balls did seem smaller and his erections did not last, perhaps he really was a eunuch. At the end of the third week there really was no doubt, they certainly were shrinking. He was surprised how little he minded, the uncertainty of the last three weeks plus the declining testosterone level had obviously helped him come to terms with his loss. He hadn't discussed this with Norma and decided to keep her guessing about his attitude, he certainly didn't feel the need for revenge. At work he was spending more time on his job and less on flirting and gossiping, to his surprise he was enjoying work more and getting better at it. After a few months when his scrotum was completely empty and his penis smaller he asked Norma whether she would like to see what she had done. She agreed and tenderly examined what was left, she then admitted that she had become rather ashamed that her temper had caused her to castrate him as she still missed him in her bed. At this he kissed her and brought her to climax with his fingers, but his penis remained limp. She expressed her sorrow, but he said that it did not matter. Not only did he not mind, he was grateful that she had castrated him and he was proud to be her eunuch. He was not wasting time and money chasing other women and he could now admit that he had also wasted too much time masturbating, another reason he had been a disappointment in bed. She had nothing to blame herself for, he was happier now that he could devote himself to her. They embraced in tears and he again shared her bed. He had to ask where she had acquired "that thing", She smiled and said that when she had complained about him to a friend, that friend explained that she had had a similar problem with her husband and had used the burdizzo on him. She still had it and so had lent it to Norma after instructions on how to use it. Obviously she could not say who it was. At work he was promoted to a departmental manager with a large salary increase because of his improved performance and attitude. Although his castration remains a secret at work and amongst friends they made contact with other eunuchs and Malcolm had himself tidied-up by losing his empty scrotum, perhaps he will become completely smooth soon. At work his promotions continue and their lifestyle improves. He has become very skilled at pleasing Norma as he can continue his attentions indefinitely without climaxing. Now they celebrate the anniversary of his castration - what had originally been an act of revenge had improved and enriched both their lives.