"Can we take his little dick off too?" I heard Mistress ask. "He'd look so much better in panties without a bulge."

"Certainly, it's no problem. He would look a lot better." The doctor answered.

Thick leather straps held me immobilized on the gynecologist's table. My feet were in the table's stirrups, my knees were bent, and my legs were held widely open. As Mistress and the doctor continued softly chatting my mind wandered back to the incident that brought me to this place, this punishment.

Mistress was a firm believer in regulating the male orgasm and kept my pathetic little cock locked away most of the time. She let it out of its plastic cage once a week for cleaning, and once every couple of months she would let me play with it and cum, as I knelt at her feet and she heaped mockeries upon my masculinity.

I knew that Mistress was right to keep my stupid little cock locked up, knew that she did it for my own good and to make me a better servant to her. I also knew that the feminine was the supreme gender and delighted in her feminization of me, her stripping away of my masculinity.

These things I knew and understood. Intellectually. Unfortunately, my intellect was not always able to overcome my drives, my lusts, and my desires.

Not long ago, on a Saturday morning Mistress left the house and I did not expect her to return for some hours. While she was away my lusts overcame my better judgment and instead of continuing to do my chores I fetched the panty she had worn the day before from the hamper and began inhaling its scent with my nose and tasting its flavor with the tip of my tongue. This of course did nothing but further fire my desire.

Soon, without even thinking about it I was nude, doing my best to make love to her panty through the thick plastic cage that covered my cock. I don't know what happened to me but I was overcome with need. I pulled that cage away from my body, forced my cock out of it. I knew that with enough time I could get my cock back inside, and I thought that I had that time. I violated Mistresses most fundamental rule. I masturbated without her permission and out from under her supervision.

I was almost ready to explode when Mistress walked into the bedroom. She had come back hours early and without my knowledge. She saw everything.

Her anger was beyond my imagining. I was told that our relationship was over, that she would have me no more. I was to leave the very next day and remain apart from her forever.

I begged to be allowed to stay. I pleaded with her. I promised Mistress that I would do anything if only I could remain at her side.

That is what brought me to this place, to her gynecologist and fellow female supremacist. My balls are to be removed so that Mistress may be assured that I will never again be able to orgasm without her permission. By removing my balls she will know that I am incapable of ever violating her rule again. It is what she insisted upon if I were to be permitted to stay in service to her.

It seems from Mistress's conversation with the doctor that my useless little cock is to be removed as well. I fear the loss, but must agree, I'll look truly delightful in panties once it is gone. I don't know how I'll live after the loss of the only things that marked me male but I know that Mistress is doing this for my own good so I am at peace.