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The next morning, it required a mere eleven minutes for Alice to capture the right gonad.
Laitai
With James’ castration complete, I was free to practice my skills.
Eunuchs don’t initially understand their changed circumstances. Perhaps there is a psychological denial that such a permanent alteration could be performed so quickly and easily. Perhaps there is a stubborn life long build up of male self-confidence that does not easily dissipate.
Whatever the reason, I lectured James daily during his exercise and ablutions.
“Your hormone level will be changing drastically, James. You must exercise every day otherwise you’ll become fat. Thus my crop will work you to exhaustion.
“You will also find yourself becoming easily confused. The lack of testosterone will affect your brain. That is why it’s important that you listen to me and follow instructions. My cane will help. Pain brings focus and the sting of my crisp strokes will serve to bring your mind back to the simple tasks required of you.
“You’ll no longer experience the physical ecstatic pleasure of orgasm. You’ve had your last. You’ll become sexually frustrated, even more than before your castration. It will become apparent to you that serving Ms. D will assuage the frustration. That and more caning.
“Yes, James. There will be times when you will ask to bear pain, and I will be there to assist. It will be meted out at Ms. D’s whim. But I suspect she will be generous, given your gift of sacrifice.
“You’ll find that your body will change. First, you’ll most likely notice that your nipples will become increasing sensitive. Yes, James. It may shock you, but you’re closer to being one of us then being a male. And if desired, I can show you how to induce the growth of a very passable set of female breasts with Ms. D’s permission. There are many simple drugs that can be used, some available without prescription...”
My words were overwhelming. And with his funk, I repeated the information almost every day to ensure the shocking messages were perceived.
Dr. Alice tested James’ hormone level every morning. It was sinking rapidly, which she relished in pointing out to him.
Afterwards she went skiing with Ms. D and James was mine for the entire morning. I worked him relentlessly.
For lunch, Dr. Alice and Ms. D returned and I supervised while James honed his serving skills in our suite. Ms. D was enthralled with the look of James in heels, and the practice continued.
Afternoons, a naked James was led to the spa’s beauty parlor where the time consuming process of depilation continued and with his diminished male hormones, the removal was permanent.
His hood was no longer deemed necessary and an emasculated James was free to gawk all he wished at the spa’s nearly naked female staff. While all his body hair was being removed, he stared with lust at the beautiful young girls who closely inspected his skin and zapped away the numerous offending follicles. His keen interest reminded me of a recently neutered dog that continued to mimic the impossible act of fornication, his alteration not fully comprehended.
James’ empty scrotal sac became quite the center of attention at the spa and Ms. D instructed that I allow any and all to examine it. During those interludes, even I felt a degree of pity for the newly altered James. A callous dominant female guest would toy with the fleshy pouch and comment, humiliating James to no end.
“What happened?” was the typical mocking taunt. And James would just bow his head in shame.
But I must confess to a deep feeling of fulfillment despite the pity. I was continuing in the family tradition. In the Chinese culture, that is important.
Alice
With the second removal, I stayed another two weeks. I was stretching my stay and had a doctor friend cover for me in St. Paul. D was in heaven, and I could not help but stay and revel with her in finding the most perfect of male subjugants.
With James’ wealth, D no longer needed to work and in a way I was envious but also happy for her. And James’ analingus was improving rapidly.
But alas, it finally came time for me to part. I scheduled the operating room for one more procedure than reserved a seat on the afternoon train to Calgary. From there I would fly home.
Yes, James found himself strapped once again into the chair and his wild look of apprehension indicated great concern for his remaining male appendage.
Not to fear James. I had promised D a rather unique modification, and I made it a parting gift.
The long nerves remaining within the sac would be put to use. Since D did like the look of withered scrotal flesh on the altered male, and left to time the pink bag would indeed shrink from sight, a small addition was required.
I had purchased some heavily gauged gold rings and with another application of procaine, I carefully pierced James’ hairless scrotum making sure that on both sides the penetrating circles of gold intercepted the still sensitive nerves. It took time, but it was worth the effort. When finished I attached a pair of cute bells then permanently closed the rings. When I flicked them with my fingers a pleasant ringing sound was heard and James’ penis ever so slightly twitched, indicating that I indeed attained the objective of stimulating the two nerves.
James was now belled like a cat. His every movement would cause the relatively weighty bells to move and remind him of his altered state. And the slight pulling would serve to stop the scrotal sac from atrophying.
I stepped back with a smile to admire my own work. It’s always interesting being face to face with a male I had recently castrated. Curiously, the hormonal changes diminish the rage and anger you’d expect to encounter. James just looked at me like a puppy, patiently waiting to be released.
“Not yet, James. Another memento. Those were for D. But these are from me to you.”
