I was laying on my back while Liz slid needles into my balls, slowly, one at a time. I screamed while she chatted with me about my pending castration. I have come to realize Liz isn't going to castrate me because I have been disobedient. It seems to be more on some sort of principle she has.
"I've been thinking about it some more, babe. Being castrated actually makes a lot of sense for you. Your testicles really serve only one purposes these days, and that's to hold your cock cage in place. But if you were castrated, you wouldn't need the cage as much. And just think-- I am currently abusing your balls a lot, it relaxes me when I come home. So if they are gone, I won't be able to do that any more. Another reason you should look forward to losing your globes.
She's right, she has started abusing my balls a lot recently. Liz has turned cruel toward me in general.
Her favorite way to relax in the evenings from a hard day at work is to listen to me whimper in pain, and maybe let one of her boyfriends make me hurt as well.
You remember the ball stand she got? The bracket that squeezes and holds my balls in place while I stand next to it? She uses it most every night now. I stand before it, locked in place, unable to move, while she torments me.
Liz kicks, whips and pounds my balls. There is nothing I can do except take it, begging for mercy that never comes.
Last week she had three of her studs over at once.
It has become routine that I am to service her studs. They come over to fuck her, but also to hurt me and fuck me as well. But three at once? I told myself that if Liz can handle three of those guys at once, I can too.
I tried my best. Two of them would hold me down while a third fucked me in the ass. Now remember, these aren't just anyone-- they are Liz's favorite studs known for having big cocks. The two held me in place while the third rammed home.
My locked genitals just flopped around while they fucked me, one at a time. If she had released my cock I think I probably would have cum-- I have grown to enjoy getting ass fucked quite a bit., Even though her studs do stretch me to my limits and I am really sore afterward.
She might be right. Once I am castrated, she won't be able to lock my cock up any more. That might mean I would be able to masturbate, maybe even have sex sometimes. Even if she doesn't allow that, it might be a big advantage to just not have to wear the cock cage any more.
So what if I don't have balls? She's right-- I don't need them any more. Not like I am going to have children.
I am becoming more and more proud of just how pretty I look, as well. Liz takes me out on shopping trips now and no one knows that I am a guy. I look and act just like a pretty girl; I even use the women's dressing room and rest rooms.
After all, I hardly ever wear men's clothing any more. For all intents and purposes, I am a girl. I wear girl clothes, I fuck guys, I do the housework and take care of the child.
I've lost weight and am so proud that I have a sexy, feminine looking body and legs.
And here's a secret... she doesn't know that I know, but she's been slipping me some hormones. They have been making my skin smoother and my breasts have enlarged a little!
Why do I still have balls?
Liz postponed the castration until she's done some more research on methods.
Seriously, I don't know which way would be best. Surgery is the normal way for humans but it is more invasive and requires medical expertise.
Banding and the burdizzo are both effective and simple. They work the same way, by destroying the blood vessels supplying blood to the testicles, causing them to shrivel and waste away.
I hope she chooses one of those methods.
God I love Liz. In spite of her turning me into a cuckold sissy boy, she is the most majestic woman I know. I am privileged that she even allows me around her, allows me to see her naked and allows me to see her fuck her boyfriends.
She has begun to demand worship recently, too. It isn't hard for me to give to her, she is worthy of worshiping. I've always loved her, and now that I am her sissy pet, worship just seems to come easily.
Oh-- you might remember I told you about the whip she bought? She uses that to guide me in worship. She demands that I kneel and she will crack the whip. If I do not act fast enough, or use the right position, or be humble enough, she will slash me with it.
I deserve the whip. I was afraid of it when it first arrived and I suppose I still am. But I also embrace it. It is an extension of Liz and her will to dominate me. I worship the whip as part of her.
Castration next Friday night. 8:00 PM.
