Smooth, Female Supremacist Fiction
She lay awake in bed, thinking about how content she was with her lover, how much she loved him. She felt the warmth of his body against hers and heard his soft snoring as he slept beside her.
She smiled at her happy thoughts and gently ran her fingers down his torso, touching him between his legs. She felt his body tense at her touch, shrink away from her, almost cringe in fear as he slept. She was proud of his body's unconscious reaction, pleased that even in sleep his desire for her was always tinted with his fear of her.
She continued caressing between his legs, she thought about how strange it felt, some odd little bumps, ridges, scar tissue. She thought about how pleased she was with the decision she had made two years prior. She knew that he was a much better man because of it, that she would never have been able to love him as much as she did had she not decided to have his cock and balls removed.
She remembered that it had been a punishment. She had arrived home unexpectedly one day to find him in the bathroom, working to defeat the cage she had placed on his cock. When later she punished him it came out that he had been masturbating without her authorization for quite some time.
She gave him a choice. She would leave him, or he would consent to having his precious cock and balls cut away. He consented and she arranged the radical surgery. She never regretted her decision and she didn't wonder if he regretted his, she thought that perhaps she should care about his feelings over the matter, but deep down inside she knew that she didn't.
Her fingers continued their gentle wandering, moving around his body to his asshole. She gently probed and felt him come awake. She had used his ass earlier and it was still slick with lubricant and open to her touch. She knew that it had to be sore because she had used a very large dildo and fucked him with great roughness so she was not surprised to hear him moan in discomfort.
His pain however served only to excite her. After a bit of time caressing him she opened the drawer on her nightstand and removed a very long dildo with a handle attached. It was shaped as a policeman's nightstick, and she remembered that it's packaging had called it such.
As her lover struggled to come fully awake she rammed the dildo home, forcing him open and fucking his abused ass with all the force she could muster. She laughed softly as his moans became something more akin to screams. She decided that when she was done he could sleep again, but that in the morning round three would begin.
Comments
Love this story, Mistress! Such a fantasy to diddle my klit to. i adore how deep down, being true to Herself, she doesn't really care about his feelings, that's the way it should be.
Posted by: bitch | April 18, 2011 9:17 AM
Honestly, I never understood the central "cheat" of castration fantasies. I mean, with no "package", then there is no sexual desire. You castrate me and I don't care about your whips and chains or your leather or your mind-games or your dominate personality. At that point, I'm completely neutral. There would be no sexual-impulse driving me at that point. The Female-Dominate dynamic would cease to exist. *SIGH*... Maybe that's why some things are simply better left as "fantasy".
Posted by: Chronik | April 19, 2011 7:28 AM
bitch,
I am pleased you enjoyed the little story. I know that it is not everyone's cup 'o tea, but I found it great fun to scribble.
M
Posted by: Milliscent | April 23, 2011 1:52 PM
chronik,
Indeed, some things are best left to fantasy, and castration is clearly one of those things. I enjoyed writing the little story though, for I find almost everything fun to contemplate.
M
Posted by: Milliscent | April 23, 2011 1:53 PM
i respectfully disagree with chronik's post, sex is first and foremost in the mind and thus a highly charged sexual D/s relationship could still exist with a castrated male.
Posted by: bitch | April 23, 2011 10:17 PM
Perhaps the point of castration fantasies is that the male isn't involved from sexual lust, but, truly, from obedience.
As with so many of Milliscent's slave stories, and, I think, reality, enslavement is not the lustful picnic fantasies make it out to be.
As M notes, it's often painful, unhappy and frustrating.
-saratoga
Posted by: saratoga | April 25, 2011 4:43 AM
Not my cup of tea for sure.
BUT, the mental image of being so totally neutered by Mistress is a powerful mind fuck in itself. The IDEA of being neutered in such an irreversible way is the ultimate "castration" - like complete and inescapable bondage without the slightest physical restraint. To experience Mistress from that mindset is to learn to be completely hers - "penis? balls? what ever are you talking about, my pet? I've had yours removed for some time now"
and still I get excited by how Mistress uses me now, oh wow that is hot!
Posted by: Camay | April 26, 2011 11:37 AM
Hello Milliscent,
What a nice time in this story... ;-)
You let georgette shivering!
But is it from desire for a nice cock shaped dildo?
Or from fear of loosing her useless small thing?
Sincerely,
Christine
Posted by: Christine | April 28, 2011 4:39 AM
bitch,
Literally taking a man's balls would certainly be a powerful act of dominance, and cruelty.
Alas though, I would miss hearing him scream as I crushed them in my fist!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | May 8, 2011 11:36 AM
saratoga,
How perfectly correct you are.
Slavery, true slavery, is not all lust charged delight, it is a great deal of suffering.
M
Posted by: Milliscent | May 8, 2011 11:38 AM
camay,
I believe it true that sex is largely in the mind, and in that realm castration can be tremendously lusty!
M
Posted by: Milliscent | May 8, 2011 11:40 AM
Christine,
I know that with your severe training of georgette these many years her poor cock and balls are completely useless anyway. I have to wonder if he would even miss them if they were cut away now?
M
Posted by: Milliscent | May 8, 2011 11:41 AM