He imagined his castrated balls a fantasy he craved.
The thought of it made his shaft pulsate.
He dreamt of the moment of complete obedience.
The blade glinted a promise of release.
He braced himself for the unavoidable severing.
The pain was a sweet fire he welcomed.
His groin was now smooth and empty.
A new sense of self emerged from the loss.
He reveled in his altered state.
No longer burdened by urges.
His body became a canvas for control.
He embraced his feminized form.
A life of pure devotion began.
He was owned body and soul.
His master's pleasure was his only goal.
He was a perfect submissive.
Every touch a new sensation.
His body responded with eager delight.
He was remade a willing toy.
His future was clear absolute obedience.
