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D arrives. She has deliberately dressed in a most alluring manner. Her magnificent breasts are marvelously highlighted and James begins to whine with desire. Her thin silk dress is translucent and he knows too well what charms are beneath. Her attire provides quite the contrast to the medical uniforms worn by Laitai and me.
James’ wanton gaze is fixed on her mammaries.
“You may enjoy these glands even more after alteration, James. After today, you’re going to have a heightened sense of respect for women.”
My words of comfort have no effect, as expected, and I return to test the laser one more time.
Laitai pushes a small table under James’ low hanging scrotum. D steps directly in front and whispers in James’ ear. His overly sensitive, long neglected penis touches her silk dress. D ensures that the purple head gently caresses the smooth fabric. It’s the final tease. It waggles in an amusing signal of both gratitude and frustration.
James seems somewhat comforted by her words and she steps away and nods to me.
The operation, as stated, is a contrast of fright, simplicity and brevity. Frightening for the recipient of course. Simple and brief for me. Holding the ripe sac in my left hand, I pull it forward with a slight twist. With a push of a button and a slight motion of my right hand, the laser scalpel effortlessly opens up the left side of the sac. The skin is thin, and those few blood vessels encountered are instantly cauterized by the intense but localized heat.
James looks down in a strange combination of horror and fascination. I have deliberately made the incision small. The depilated flesh of the castrated male can be diabolically pleasing to the Dominant female. I’m sure D will enjoy displaying the unblemished but empty sac to her friends. Thus the planned small cut to the side will not be readily discernable and within two or three months will heal completely and all but disappear.
Laitai takes the laser and frees both my hands to gently push one testicle out the small incision. The egg appears tiny and helpless in my hand. I’ve often contemplated how much hormonal influence such a pusillanimous organ has over the male. I look up into James’ face. He’s in mild shock, and he should be. He is open. Vulnerable. A dominant woman is holding his most prized possession. Yes, James is facing the horror all males fear in their darkest nightmares. And in this dream, three smiling females are taking his maleness. He struggles. Even Laitai begins to laugh. Only his head can move. And his imploring words, so beseechingly enunciated in his final moments as an intact male, are amusing, but spoken in vane.
The nerves and connecting vessels are curiously elastic, it’s nature’s design, allowing the testicle to move about within the scrotal sac. I slowly place the still attached organ into the stainless steel pan. D’s recent efforts in stretching the scrotal sac are evident, as the nerve is long and pliant.
Within two minutes I tie off all the connections. I am careful to clamp the nerve very close to the testicle. This will leave James with much nerve tissue and therefore much sensitivity within the empty scrotum. Since I have suggested to D that a special addition to James orchidectomy be later performed, leaving as much nerve ending as possible will assist with my plans.
When finished, I nod to D. She steps to James’ side holding a pair of stainless steel scissors. With a pleasant smile she positions her hand, looks into James’ eyes...and casually snips.
James screams. The procaine was only topical and the quick snip of the nerves and blood vessels is felt, probably more mentally than physically. Laitai removes the pan with the testicle. I tuck the vessels and nerves into the sac and begin to sew. Very small and proximate sutures. As stated, I want no scarring.
“Well, what a wonderful present for me, James We’ll wait and decide on the right at another time, Alice. We’ll see if James’ testosterone level becomes more suitable for submission. If not, he can present the other to me in a few days.
“I think his attitude will improve.”
And so we conclude. James’ right testicle has been given a reprieve. The clock indicates the procedure took fifteen minutes. I’ve done better.
D
Alice did a marvelous job on James. He healed quickly and Laitai began his exercise program with zeal. With the diminished testosterone level came psychological and physical changes. His subservience came more naturally. But with the new hormonal balance, Laitai needed to apply occasional strokes of a handy crop to counteract laziness.
Long sessions on the spa’s treadmill kept his weight down and although his stamina increased, the toning of his muscles began to change, slowly becoming more supple.
I enjoyed sitting over his face and playing with his remaining gonad, teasing him that Dr. Alice was eager to complete his alteration. His reaction was to lick and suck with renewed vigor. It was marvelously effective. Whatever James had thought about my games in the past, he learned that I was in earnest.
Alice and I skied daily while James was exercised. Afterwards, he was turned over to the spa’s skilled staff where he spent hours and hours being depilated. Costly yes, but the daily shaving was time consuming and tended over time to toughen the flesh. This would not do, and depilation has the advantage of being permanent.
Evenings, a humble, mentally feeble James labored with his tongue for hours and hours. His penis would stand, but whenever he touched himself I would warn him.
“Dr. Alice awaits, James. Your chastity is mandatory, otherwise your right testicle will join your left.”
Laitai was somewhat disappointed. After all, a lifetime of training was only being partially utilized. Her frustration was illustrated by her unyielding hand and her crackling cane.
Then it happened. Laitai caught James masturbating during morning ablutions. Despite constant supervision, she momentarily left the cleansing room to get more towels. Upon returning, Laitai reported he was stroking himself with the zest of a schoolboy. His fate was doomed.
It had been two weeks since the first removal. Perhaps I knew all along that I would complete his alteration. But no matter, James would pay dearly for his disobedience...another gift. I informed Alice and she scheduled the special room for the next morning.
James spent the evening beseeching me. He had the temerity to break the rule of silence, such is the level of desperation to which the doomed male will sink.
And, as if to grant the condemned a last re
quest, I let him speak. His pleadings would go unheeded, but listening with the realization it was my prerogative to complete his alteration, that James was effectively my ward, to suffer the slings and arrows of my whims, that what only mattered was my own gratification, provided most heady satisfaction.
Meanwhile his oral ministrations were unsurpassed. His last act as an intact male was to bring me to orgasm after orgasm. A fitting end.
