A fantasy.
My fantasy.  
I find my master, male or female who revels in tormenting their hapless  
slave. I sell everything save the clothes on my back and  
present my self. I am stripped, shaved and given a latex maids uniform  
to wear so that no part of my ugly male slave self can be seen. My  
mistress  
orders me to turn and lower my panties. I do so, feeling her hands  
massaging my testicles. Nervous, I instinctively pull away, but a quick  
tug on my  
jewels holds me still. I feel something metal moving about there and I  
suddenly feel and tight pain about my scrotum. I jerk away again and a  
firmer tug keeps me there. My Mistress tsks sighing that I need  
training as she continues to work. When she is done, she orders me to  
pull up my  
panties. My balls are beginning to real hurt and I look at them to see  
5 dark green bands wrapped tightly about my scrotum. "Mistress?" I  
ask.  
"Please, what is this?" She looks at me, surprised that I don't know.  
"You idiot, that is to castrate you. And how dare you talk without  
permission!"  
But I was still stuck on the word Castrate. My brain wrestled with the  
idea. I didn't want to loose my manhood, but I have to please my  
master. I  
could only plead. "But it hurts." "It will stop hurting when your  
balls are dead." She snaps. "For your insolence, Go down stairs and  
lock yourself  
in the pilary and wait for me." I do so without hesitation. I lock my  
ankles into place, then rest my head and one hand into the notches, then  
lower  
the top half of the pilary and shove my free hand into its cradle before  
the stock locks shut. I am stuck now and I know that I will not be  
released  
until my balls are dead from lack of blood. They already feel cold  
against my skin. I bemoan my fate. In the weeks to come, my penis and  
scrotum  
are removed and my urethra moved so that I have a smoother appearance.  
My only joy comes from servicing my mistress with my worthless  
tongue.