Femdom Resort

I hate pop-ups! You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Those damned advertisements that suddenly appear on your screen when you're surfing, even when you've done nothing to invite them. I never read them, let alone make any sort of response other than closing them as quickly as possible. In fact, the reason we use Netscape for surfing is that it has a built-in ability to suppress pop-ups, unlike Internet Explorer.

I don't know why this particular advertisement was able to defeat our browser, but it did. Even more, I don't know why I took the time to actually read it. Maybe it was the header, which read "FEM-DOM RESORT!" in great big letters. Even that, though, wouldn't have caused me to give it more than a short glance if the second line hadn't referred to a vacation in the Philippines. As it happened, my husband and I had been discussing our upcoming vacation time, trying to decide where we would go this year, and that country had been one of our choices.

Of course, the main thing that interested me about the ad was that it referred to the lifestyle we live. I have always been the dominant person in our relationship, and for the past two years that particular part of our marriage has become more and more important to us. What started out as very mild bondage and discipline when we were wed five years ago has evolved to our present situation of true S&M.

The advertisement became even more interesting as I read more of the text. It referred to the availability of "expert assistance with any level of female dominance, whether it be simple bondage and discipline, or advanced S&M, up to and including modification of your husband or lover". I knew the word "modification" has a special meaning to those of us in this lifestyle, and it was one that we had been discussing and fantasizing about for several months.

When the final paragraph of the ad stated that a fully-qualified medical staff was on hand at the resort, ready and willing to assist with modifications, that solidified my interest. It was that one thing that always stopped our fantasies from becoming anything more, because even though I was truly aroused and excited by the thought of "modifying" Brad, I didn't want to cause him any permanent harm. That may sound odd to my readers, but that's just the way it is. I clicked the link to the resort's Website, and soon was looking at page after page detailing in words and photos just exactly what the place offered to its customers.

Because the cost of living is so low in the Philippines, what we would have to pay for a vacation there was much less than a comparable visit to Europe, or even Hawaii. Because of that, and the appealing things about the resort, I made the decision that we'd be spending our time off in that country. More specifically, we would be guests of the "FEM-DOM RESORT!". Given what I'd read, and the photographs I'd seen, of the activities there, it sounded like we would have a good time. I would anyway, and that's what's important.

The arrangements were soon made for our reservations and flights, and we were booked for a two-week stay during the cool season. Neither of us particularly like hot weather, and I thought, "Why be uncomfortably hot when doing something I've wanted to do for such a long time?" I decided to keep Brad in the dark about the nature of our vacation destination, knowing that would make my own anticipation that much better. He'd learn soon enough what I had planned for him.

Even though the days seemed to drag during the intervening two months until our departure, they did finally pass. I spent the time increasing his interest in our shared fantasy, and by the day of our departure he was at a fever pitch with desire whenever the topic was mentioned.

The 11 1/2 hour flight to Manila was probably the most boring thing I'd endured, but it too finally came to an end. I spent lots of time glancing at the slight bulge in the crotch of his pants, wondering if the difference would be noticeable to other people when we returned in a couple of weeks. I was hoping it would, since that would make it all the more "delicious" to me. However, given that my plan was to have one of his balls removed, and then somehow attached to a necklace for me to wear next to my heart, the difference probably wouldn't be at all visible.

We had to hurry through the airport in Manila in order to make the connecting flight to another part of the island nation, but were in time to get settled on board the small airplane before it began to taxi down the runway. Even the new and interesting scenery unfolding below us was not sufficient to keep me from daydreaming about what lay waiting for us at the resort.

We landed at a small airport on an island far to the south of Manila, and soon walked down the stairway to stand on the tarmac. It was definitely warmer there than California had been when we left the States, and I was glad that I'd scheduled our vacation for the cool season.

There was a young woman standing close to the plane, obviously a native of the country, holding a sign with our names on it. The names of another couple were also there, so I knew we'd have some company on this part of the trip, at least. We walked over to her and introduced ourselves, as did the other pair. The girl pointed to a vehicle parked nearby and asked us to please seat ourselves in it while she made sure all our luggage was loaded. That was quickly done, and soon we were underway.

I had assumed we would be driven directly to the resort, and was surprised when the car stopped at a beach, close to a pier. There was a motor launch tied up there, and the girl directed the two men to carry all the luggage to the boat. The tone of voice she used when addressing Brad and the other man was all the confirmation I needed that we were in capable hands. This young woman was definitely in the habit of giving orders to men, and having them obeyed.

While the men were loading our suitcases, she told us that the resort was on a small, privately-owned island. She smiled when she said the waters between here and there were shark-infested, and that once a man was at the resort, he had no way to escape, no matter what was done to him. The three of us enjoyed a laugh at that, while the men's faces showed a mixture of anticipation and fear. I was sure that Brad would need nothing like that to keep him there, since once he found what was in store for him he'd probably be as enthusiastic as I.

The motorboat traveled for about thirty minutes, finally arriving within sight of the small island that was our destination. As we approached the pier, the girl pointed out the high cliffs rising on either side of the beach, saying they ringed the entire island, and made the place very secure. She guided the boat to the pier, then expertly jumped off and tied it in place.

Before any of us could step out of the boat, she said, "The Mistress has an ironclad rule, and there are no exceptions. No male may wear any clothing whatsoever when on this island. Please instruct your slaves to undress and place their clothing in these sacks." She then took two plastic garbage sacks out of a storage locker on the boat, handing one to each man.

The look of shock and confusion on Brad's face, and that of the other man, was priceless. It was at that point that he realized the true nature of this place, even though the conversation of the past several minutes had provided plenty of clues. The other woman was the first to instruct her husband, saying, "You heard her. Get naked now! Don't you dare hesitate either, or I'll make you more sorry than you've ever been!"

As Brad looked to me to rescue him from this embarrassing situation, I said simply, "You too. Do it."

There is an old saying that goes something like, "You can make a slave move, but you can't make him move fast." That truism certainly applied then, and it was almost comical to watch the two men trying to appear as if they were obeying our orders, but wanting the other to remove his clothing first. After they had slowly unbuttoned their shirts, with several sideways glances at each other, the other wife and I said almost in unison, "Get it over with!"

That made them move slightly faster, and soon their shoes, socks, shirts, and trousers were in their respective sacks. They put their thumbs in the waistbands of their undershorts, and reluctantly began pulling them down. When their penises came into view, the three of us watching were unable to stifle our amusement. I had never seen Brad's cock so small and shrunken, and given the other woman's reaction, she thought the same of her husband. It was pretty obvious the men were extremely embarrassed by being forced to appear naked in front of strangers, and their little dickies were trying to hide as well.

Our escort looked at the two shrunken pieces of manhood, then rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, my." Those simple words reduced the three of us to uncontrolled laughter. The men didn't join in, but just stood there with their faces burning. I had never before subjected Brad to public humiliation, but immediately knew why other mistresses do so. There was something very exciting about the situation, and I resolved to explore it further when we returned to our "normal" life in a few days.

As we stepped out of the boat, another young girl came out of the almost jungle-like growth on the inland side of the beach. She walked down a path that led to the pier, and as she reached us introduced herself as Maria. She said she would escort us to the main building so we could sign in at the desk, and asked us to follow her. She instructed the two men to carry the sacks containing their clothes, again using the tone of voice that showed she was used to being in command of males. Before I could ask about our luggage, she said that a couple of "slaves" would be along in a few minutes to carry our suitcases to our rooms.

Both the men picked up the sacks and immediately held them in front of their crotches in an effort to cover their nudity before yet another stranger. Our guide had been ready for that, and said, "Not that way. Place the drawstring of the sacks around your necks, with the sacks hanging behind you. Place both hands behind you to steady the sacks."

I was sure their tiny little dicks receded even further as they realized they were going to be put on even further public display, and the other wife and I looked at one another and winked and smiled. This vacation was shaping up to be the best ever, and it had just barely begun.

We walked up the path toward the trees, and after a few minutes saw the building appear in a clearing in the center of the island. There were several other couples walking on the manicured lawn, and one group standing a few yards from the main entrance. Every man I saw was naked, although some of them were wearing dog collars and leashes. The women were all fully dressed, which served to make the men seem even more naked.

As we approached the group, I could see they were gathered in a half circle around a man and a woman. Brad was walking closely behind me, and as our brains finally told us what we were seeing, I heard him gasp softly. I knew that the scene unfolding there was one of his favorite fantasies, and wondered if it would serve to make his little dingus grow just a little bit larger.

There was a man standing in front of a cross, with his wrists bound to the ends of the cross arm. His feet were on the ground, but they were held widespread by his ankles being tied to stakes that had been driven into the ground about six feet apart. The part that made the scene so interesting, especially to Brad, was that the man's penis was completely erect. As we stopped to watch, a woman was just then raising a whip. As she brought it downward to impact the stiff manhood standing there, I heard Brad softly whimper, and knew he was secretly wishing he could trade places with the "victim" tied to the cross.

He had always liked it when I directed my punishment efforts at his penis, and seemed to become especially aroused when I would whip it for him. A sure-fire way to make him cum was for me to bind him in some manner or other, then use my whip on his erection. I knew that he was probably turned on by seeing another man being treated in a similar manner, and my guess was confirmed as I looked at his quickly-stiffening cock. Even with all these strangers standing around him, he was unable to suppress his erotic fantasy.

After we had watched the tableau for a few minutes, our guide led us into the building. Brad's cock was by that time fully erect, but it began to slowly soften as we entered this unfamiliar place. By the time we entered, he was once again shrunken, as was the other man. They remained that way as we registered, and at least until we parted at a junction in the hallway. I know my husband's penis was much smaller than normal until we were safely in our room, and I assumed the other man's was the same.

Before I could begin unpacking our clothes, there was a quiet knock on the door. I instructed Brad to open it, knowing that doing so would once again embarrass him as his nakedness was put on display. Sure enough, before the door was fully opened, his little dickie was once again trying its best to hide in his pubic hair.

There was another young woman standing there, very similar in appearance to the others I had seen so far. She was accompanied by a man, who was as nude as my husband. That he was more familiar with public nudity was evident in the normal size of his member. I was sure that his penis, when erect, would be no larger than my husband's, but now it looked quite large in comparison. Again I felt a tiny thrill as the visitor looked askance at Brad's tiny thing, then grimaced. Even though she said nothing, it was still humorous to me.

The woman introduced herself as an assistant to "The Mistress", and it was clear the title was capitalized. She then explained the purpose of her visit by saying, "With your permission, I would like to interview you now. If you can explain what you hope for from your visit here, every resource of the resort will be used to make your wishes come true. We can talk here in your room, if that would be convenient for you. Your slave will be escorted to another part of this building, and will be interviewed also. If you approve, of course."

I nodded to her and invited her into the room. To my husband I said, "Go with your escort. Do whatever you're told. Don't embarrass me." I knew this would be a test of his willingness to obey me in this strange situation, and was pleased to see him do nothing more than nod, and then walk away with the other man. I had to smile as the two naked butts disappeared down the hallway, looking for all the world like any two other men going to a business meeting. Except for their lack of clothing, of course.

The woman and I seated ourselves at a small table in the room, and she wasted no time in getting right to the point, saying, "I'm sure you've read the material posted on our Website, so you have a pretty good idea of what we do here. I can sum it up in this way: Any fantasy that you have had about dominating and disciplining your husband, up to and including the most severe tortures, can become reality here. On this island, The Mistress is the only law, and you can be assured your privacy will be strictly protected. Whatever you want to do with, or to, your husband is available. You need only ask, or even suggest something, and the arrangements will soon be underway to see that it is carried out. On the other hand, if you prefer to use other males, with or without the presence of your husband, then that can also be arranged. We have males here with cock sizes beyond belief, and they are available for your use and pleasure."

With that she paused, looking questioningly at me. Somewhat hesitantly, I began, "Since your Website mentioned the option of 'modifications', I assume they're part of the menu?" She briefly nodded, and continued looking at me, so I went on, "My husband and I have been play-acting for some time now concerning one particular fantasy, and it's that one I would like to explore." Again she merely nodded, giving me as much time as I needed to state my wishes.

"I have wondered for quite some time about the possibility of removing one of his balls, and having it mounted on a necklace. Is such a thing possible? Or is that too extreme?"

This time she laughed softly while nodding, finally saying, "Yes, Ms. ______, that is entirely possible. Given what has been done to males here at the resort, your fantasy is very mild. Believe me when I say they were given two of those things just so one would be there as a gift to a woman. It is a very simple procedure to perform a partial castration of a male, and given the competency of our medical staff, he will suffer no ill effects. Are you sure that's all you want done to him? There are many other things that would be much more exciting to watch being done to him, or to do yourself if you would prefer. Please let your imagination run wild. We're here to serve you."

I replied that the "partial castration" was what I'd been planning for Brad, and then asked, "What are the other things that can be done to him, and that would be so exciting for me to watch?"

Again she smiled, then said, "The sky is the limit in that area, Ms. _______." At that point, I broke in and asked her to please call me Gwen, and she graciously nodded before continuing, "Thank you, Gwen. I am Mariel. As I was saying, the sky is the limit when it comes to performing modifications on men."

"There is nothing wrong with taking one of his balls, and then wearing it as a souvenir of your visit here. In fact, I did that to my own husband many years ago. However, it does little to make a man your true slave, devoted to you in every way. Since he can still perform just as before, the man continues to think that other women find him attractive. There are other procedures we offer here that will destroy that notion forever."

"As you probably know, males have been subjected to total castration for centuries. That's fine for some purposes, but it does nothing to increase their devotion to their wives. In fact, it can have just the opposite effect, since it tends to remove their sex drive, and they no longer look to a woman to help them satisfy it. I'm sure you wouldn't want that, and it's probably the reason you've been considering taking just one of his nuts." I nodded my agreement, then waited for her to continue.

"The procedure we recommend here, and it's one that I've used on several males, is the penectomy. As you know, that means the entire penis is removed, leaving him with nothing to play with when he wants sexual gratification. A male with no cock is truly the total slave of his woman, since he knows no other woman will have anything to do with him. It is also extremely difficult for him to achieve orgasm with no penis, and again he will turn to his wife for help in that area. May I tell you of my own experiences with that procedure?" I eagerly nodded, wanting to hear more. As you could expect, I was familiar with the subject of penectomies, but had assumed they were beyond anything available here.

She continued, "As I mentioned, my husband's penis was removed here at the resort several years ago. In fact, it was about two years after I'd come to work here. Once I'd seen it done, and knew just how exciting it was to watch, I realized that it was what I wanted for him. In every way, it was successful. He had always been subservient to me, but after his cock was taken, he was my total slave. I began taking lovers shortly after he became a eunuch, and it was with his complete cooperation. In fact, he seemed very eager to watch me being fucked by other men, and then to lick me clean afterwards. I'm sure you can see that such a thing would be exciting for any woman."

I was quick to agree with her, and had to admit to myself that what she'd said was causing me to get more than a little aroused. I'd never seriously considered taking Brad's penis from him, but now that I knew it was not only possible, but an established practice here, I began to find the idea more and more exciting. As the images came of him standing before me with nothing but balls between his legs, and of a succession of other men pleasuring me while he watched, Mariel continued.

"Since introducing my husband to the pleasures of the knife, I've had five of my lovers receive the same treatment. My present lover is scheduled for his penectomy in about two months. So you can see, I very much approve of the procedure, and think it should be done to as many males as possible. Don't you agree?"

I told her it was indeed exciting to think about, but wasn't sure it was right for me. I asked about other consequences, and she assured me that the medical staff here was very well acquainted with dealing with any eventuality when a man was penectomized. I then agreed to give the matter very serious thought, and she said, "Take your time, Gwen. There's no hurry. You will need to allow approximately five days recovery time, though, and that may influence your decision. In the meantime, may I extend my personal invitation for you and your husband to be my guests at a floor show the resort is presenting tonight?"

I thanked her for the invitation, and after she'd given me the time and place, we said our good-byes. There was certainly a lot for me to think of right then, and the more I thought about those things, the more excited I became. Again and again, I visualized Brad's modified crotch. Over and over, I thought of all the other men I had thought of fucking, and wondered if it were really true that he would be completely cooperative in that respect, even to the point of performing cleanup duties afterward. It's hard to explain why such an image would be arousing to a woman, but it was. When I thought of his head between my widespread legs, with his tongue eagerly lapping up another man's cum as it ran out of my pussy, I felt a thrill unlike any I'd known before.

Brad returned a few minutes after Mariel had left. As soon as he entered the room, it was obvious he was now much more comfortable with his public nudity. His cock, which had been shrunken when I'd last seen him, was now fully erect. I laughed at the change in him, then asked, "What were you and the other man doing that got you so turned on? Did you discover a taste for sex with other men? Were you sucking each other?"

I had teased him before about being a closet queer, but never seriously thought he was one. His embarrassment right then made me think that maybe I had been more right than wrong on that subject. I asked him what his interview was like, and he was definitely reluctant to give me details. When pressed, he finally said, "There was a woman there who wanted me to tell her about some of the things you did to me. After that, she made me stand in front of her while she showed me some pictures of women doing things to men."

I said, "Apparently some of the pictures got you turned on, didn't they?" His face blushed bright red then, and I knew my guess was on target. I asked, "What was it that was so exciting it made you get a hard-on in front of another woman?"

Again he blushed, and stammered, "Some of the things were what you do to me, and that reminded me of you, I guess." I was fairly sure he wasn't being completely truthful with me, but decided to not press the issue. There would be plenty of time here to train him to respond fully and truthfully when I asked a question.

I then told him we'd been invited to attend a floor show tonight, and ordered him to bathe me. I knew that'd take up the time between then and the dinner hour, and the show was scheduled to start another hour after that. That should keep him out of mischief.

As he bathed me, giving me the usual caresses in the usual places, I recalled again and again the conversation Mariel and I had shortly before. Since I was already in the beginning stages of arousal, and the floor show would probably increase that even more, given the nature of this place, I was anticipating a hot and heavy night of putting my husband through his paces. His tongue had damned well better be in good condition, because I planned to use it lots and lots.

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The dinner was nothing remarkable, although the portions were very plentiful and tasty. What was remarkable, though, was that in the entire dining room, no man was seated at a table. At every table where there was a couple, the woman was seated on a chair, but the man was either kneeling beside the table or was eating from a plate that had been placed on the floor. To conform with expectations, I ordered Brad to kneel beside our table, and to eat from the plate that was placed on the tabletop.

Following our meal, we returned to our room to freshen up before the floor show. As we were walking down the hallway, a woman stepped out of another room, followed closely by two men who were naked, as expected. I glanced at the woman and nodded, and was surprised to hear Brad gasp in shock. I looked back at him, and then followed his eyes to the second man's crotch. My own confusion must have mirrored Brad's then, and it took several seconds for my brain to accept what my eyes were telling it.

What I saw was a rather large sac hanging normally between the man's legs, but nothing else. Where his penis had been attached to him at one time was now just a ring of flesh, almost flush with his abdomen. Mariel's words were instantly in my mind, and I knew that I was looking at another male who had once had an appointment with a knife, coming away from that meeting as a eunuch.

The woman smiled at my confusion, then looked pointedly at her husband's crotch, then at Brad's. She laughed quietly, then said, "Looks like your slave is interested, doesn't it?" I looked at Brad's crotch then, and had to agree that he was more than interested. He was obviously aroused, as shown for all to see by his cock that was now at half staff and continuing to grow.

I longed to take time to talk to this woman about what had been done to her husband, and whether the first man (who still had all his equipment) was her lover, and a million other things, as you can well imagine. However, I knew we'd be late for the floor show if time were taken to do that. Since we had another two weeks to spend here, I was sure there'd be lots of opportunities to have such discussions. I made some sort of casual comment to her, and we continued to our room.

The performance was to be held in another building, which, I'd been told, was distant from the main location by about a ten-minute walk. We set out about twenty minutes before the scheduled time so we'd be sure to arrive on time.

The remote building was in a small clearing in another part of the island, built in a style to match the main structure, although on a smaller scale. It was interesting to note that the clinic was also housed there, and I felt a secret thrill as images of man after man being brought here to be modified ran through my brain. Maybe before much longer, my own husband would be one of them.

A few other couples were already in the lobby when we arrived, and I could see them slowly entering a doorway to one side. We also made our way to that door, and I saw Mariel standing just inside it, obviously comparing names she was being given to a list she was holding. When we at last reached her, she smiled warmly and welcomed me to the performance, saying, "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation. I just know you'll be thrilled by the show. I have reserved a special table for you, so you'll be sure to see everything up close."

She signaled a young man standing nearby, who was naked like every other man I'd seen here. She said something softly to him, then told me we would be escorted to our table. We followed the man (I'm sure that both Brad and I checked out his crotch for anything missing) to a small table that was in the front row, and almost in the center. He held the single chair until I was seated, then returned to his post beside Mariel. Brad stood in confusion for a few seconds, until I told him to kneel on the floor beside the table. I had noticed that the other men were in that position already, and assumed that none of them were allowed to use chairs in this place.

I looked around us then, and could see that there were thirteen tables in all. Seven were in the front row, placed in a semi-circle around the small floor-level stage. The second row consisted of six tables, and they had been placed in the gaps behind the front tables, allowing a clearer view to their occupants. Our table was immediately to the right of the center table, which was occupied by a woman, but no man. Every other table had two occupants, and I thought it odd that the woman so prominently seated was alone.

I was sitting less than three feet from the woman, and would have made small talk with her under other circumstances. However, it was plain to see that she was either distracted, or was deep in thought. I assumed she wasn't interested in conversation, and directed my glances to the other couples already seated, or still entering the room. In a few minutes, the last person was seated, and the house lights dimmed, leaving only the stage illuminated.

As the audience quieted, music began softly, then the volume increased to a comfortable level. A dancer entered the stage from my right, and after he (or she, I really couldn't tell at that time) had danced alone for a few seconds, was joined by another dancer from stage left. They were both probably Filipino, judging by their features and coloring. They were skilled dancers, and were entertaining to watch. In a matter of minutes, they were joined by another dancer, and then another, until there were four of them performing in time to the beat of the music.

The dance was slow and sensuous, as was the music. They spent lots of time caressing each other, and making stylized passes reminiscent of old-time movie musicals, but much more erotic in nature. Even though all four were approximately the same stature, and had long, black hair, I had just about decided that two were male and two female. The next part of the performance soon changed my guess.

After they had danced for several minutes, they paired off and the eroticism of the dance increased. One member of each pair was behind his (or her) partner, and reached around and very slowly began to remove the upper piece of clothing of the partner. As that garment was dropped to the stage floor, I could see that the now bare torso belonged to a male. I then guessed the other person in the pair was female, but was soon proved wrong when they reversed positions. When all four were bare above, I could see they were all males.

The striptease went on in that manner until all four were wearing only a piece of cloth wrapped around their crotches. One member of each pair then knelt in front of his partner and began sensuously tonguing and licking the front of his loincloth. It's amazing to me how erotic and exciting that was, because I'd never before been interested in seeing homosexual displays. This time, though, it was truly arousing, and my eyes were locked on the performance.

Finally the next stage of the dance was reached, to my great anticipation, and I saw the kneeling dancers reach to the clasps on each of their partner's hips. I was sure that when the clasps were released, the cloth would fall away and the erect cocks would be revealed. Sure enough, a slight pressure to open the clasps was all that was necessary to cause the wraps to begin to drop to the floor, and my eyes were riveted on what would soon be displayed there. When at last the cloth fell away, I know that I gasped loudly in surprise, and am sure that a few of the other watchers did also.

The two now-naked men had full sets of balls, but no penises! As with the man we'd seen earlier in the hallway, the only suggestion that cocks had ever been there were the rings of scar tissue. I looked around then, and could tell that of the thirteen women there, four others had been just as surprised as I. The others had smiles on their faces that told me they had seen this performance before, and knew what to expect.

As I returned my gaze to the stage, the dancers had reversed their positions, and the other two loincloths were being released. Even though I was sure what to expect, the effect of seeing two more half-empty crotches was electrifying. The dancers then arranged themselves before us in a line and bowed, signaling the end of their performance. The applause and cries of approval rang out then, and I joined in. I glanced at Brad kneeling beside me, and saw that his eyes were more glazed over than I'd ever seen. Finally I tapped his shoulder to bring him back to reality, and he looked guiltily at me before joining in the clapping.

The men then arranged themselves in an open "V", with the narrow end toward the curtain at what I had assumed to be the back of the stage. As they gracefully stepped backwards, widening the "V", they moved their arms in a flourish to direct our attention to the center of the curtain. At that moment, it began to part from the center, and a spotlight was directed at the scene that was revealed to my startled eyes.

There were three naked males standing there, my brain told me. However, it simply refused to accept the details of what my eyes were sending to it. After what seemed like ages, understanding seeped in, and I began to comprehend what was there.

Two of the men were absolutely huge in stature. They were probably Filipino, given their features and coloring, although their size was far above the norm for their countrymen. As I looked at their crotches, I saw they were also eunuchs, although mirror images of the dancers. They retained their penises, but had undergone total castration. There was no hint whatsoever that they had once had testicles. Their cocks were of a size in keeping with their statures, but were nothing more than hanging tubes of meat. There was no sign of arousal in either of them, which was understandable, given the lack of any sort of hormones from their balls.

The giants were standing on either side of a Caucasian man, who could have been from my own country, or any other where the inhabitants are of that race. Since he never spoke at any time, I can't identify him beyond that. He was of normal size, although certainly looked small standing between the two guards.

That they were guards was suggested by their nearness to him, as well as the fact each had one huge hand on the man's elbows. His hands were behind his back, and I guessed they were probably restrained in some way there. The final thing I noticed about him was his rampant penis. It was no more than Brad's normal size, but it appeared to be rock hard. The thing bobbed constantly up and down, which Brad's does when he's very aroused. That the fellow was aroused was evident in the glistening drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip.

My survey of the three men was quickly over, and then my attention was riveted to what I saw standing in front of the white man. It appeared to be a chunk of firewood, or short section of a tree trunk. It was about six inches in diameter, and standing on end, with the top being slightly more than a foot above the stage floor. The final piece of the tableau was the most entrancing of all. It was a brightly-polished machete, with the point sticking into the top of the log and the blade standing vertically above it.

By that time, I had accepted what my eyes were seeing, and what was implied by it. I remember that my throat was so tight that I could hardly breathe, and it was very difficult to swallow. I know that my nipples were of a hardness to match the man's cock, and the wetness I was feeling between my legs was spreading rapidly.

One of the dancers was a few years older than the others, and he was the one to take charge of the proceedings at that point. I began to think of him as the Master of Ceremonies, and it was to him that all eyes turned as he slowly walked toward the "victim" standing behind the chopping block, and between the two guards. The M.C. took one of the man's elbows and began to escort him to the front of the stage, seeming to head directly toward me.

I realized that he was escorting the man toward the woman sitting alone at the center table, and that is indeed where the pair halted. I was as sure as I could be that the man was her husband, given their closeness in age, which was approximately ten years older than I. Not a word was said by anyone in the room. Since the music had also stopped when the dancers finished their performance, the room was completely silent, except for the sound of rapid breathing from the audience. I know that my own gasps for breath, while somewhat calmed by then, were part of the sound.

The two men came to a halt about two feet away from the seated woman, and the M.C. looked directly into her eyes, with a questioning look on his face. The woman returned his look for almost a full minute, then whispered a soft, "Yes." She then bent forward, took her husband's penis in her left hand to hold it still, and very softly kissed the head. Everyone in the room knew it was a farewell kiss.

The M.C. then escorted the man back to his station behind the block, where he was once again held by the giants. Two of the other dancers were standing in attendance there, each holding something that they had obtained from somewhere while the audience's attention was transfixed on the events of a few moments before. The fourth dancer was standing to the side holding the machete loosely by its handle.

After the man reached his place, one of the dancers opened his hand to partially uncoil a length of cord with a slipknot tied in one end. He placed the knot over the shaft of the man's penis, tightening it behind the head. As the two guards held the man in place, the dancer pulled the cord with all his might. Soon the penis was stretched at least two inches farther from the man's body, and the skin on his crotch was drawn tight.

At that point, the other dancer held out his hands to show the audience he had two pieces of wire and a pair of pliers. He laid the pliers and one of the wires on the chopping block, and then began to wrap the second wire around the base of the man's cock, as close as possible to his body. After he had taken a double loop, and twisted the ends together, he used the pliers to tighten the twists even more, until the wire sank almost out of sight in the man's flesh.

The second wire was then fastened in position about one inch closer to the head, also being tightened with the pliers.

I realized at that point that the music was again playing, although I'm not sure when it started. It was now an almost sinister beat, mostly slow drumming. The effect was to build suspense, and it certainly did that.

It was at that point I glanced at the woman sitting beside me, she whose husband was the star of this show. She had moved forward on her chair and had one hand furiously working between her legs. I had thought before that she was wearing culottes, but now realized it was instead a mini-skirt. She had pulled it up as high as possible, and I could see her uncovered crotch being stimulated by her hand.

The M.C. took the coil of rope and walked toward the woman, while uncoiling it. He handed her the free end, again without a word. At that point, the guards each placed one hand on the man's shoulders, and he began to kneel. When his knees reached the floor, he moved forward so that his balls were behind the block, and pressed tightly against it.

The woman had wrapped the cord around her free hand, keeping the other busily engaged between her legs. She pulled it toward her, and once again her husband's cock was stretched away from his body, but this time it lay flat on the top of the chopping block.

The background music had been slowly increasing in tempo, and by now the tension in the air was thick. Every person in that room knew what was to come next, and each was preparing for it in their own way. I know that in my own case my legs were tightly squeezed together, and I had grabbed the chair seat on both sides of my body and was pulling my crotch against it. The spreading pool of wetness between my legs seemed to be a lake of fire being ejected from my throbbing pussy, and I knew my arousal was greater than it had ever been.

As the music beat became faster and faster, the machete was raised high above the dancer's head. The flashes of light from its blade were as bright as flashbulbs from a camera, and I'm sure everyone in the room was transfixed by the sight. At that moment, the woman moaned loudly, then said softly, "Please. Do it now. Hurry." The arousal, the excitement, the pure lust in her voice was plain to hear, and I knew she was trying to time her orgasm so it would coincide with her husband's unmanning.

I have often read the phrase, "Time stood still", but have always thought it to be a rather silly contrivance authors use. I now know that such a thing is a literal description of reality, for that's exactly what happened at that moment. The blade seemed to descend in slow motion, being bathed in pure light. The music, which had been increasing in tempo only seconds before, was now playing so slowly that it seemed distorted, much like a warped record. I could feel my orgasm beginning, and it too played out in slow motion.

Just as the blade reached the man's cock, I cried out with the force of the muscle spasms in my pussy. I ground my crotch against the seat of the chair with every bit of force I could muster. I'm sure if I hadn't been gripping the chair seat with all my might, I'd simply have fallen to the floor. I seemed to have no legs to support me, no bones to give my body shape, and indeed the only part of my body that existed then was centered between my legs. I had never before experienced such an intense orgasm, and I knew deep in my soul that I was addicted to that feeling, and would do whatever it took to repeat it.

When I was once again able to focus on the stage, I saw the machete buried deep in the end of the log once again. The man who was no longer a man was still conscious, but seemed to have lost the strength needed to support himself. He was slumped against the two guards, his glazed eyes fixedly staring at the thing the M.C. was holding aloft for all to see.

That thing, as you have probably already guessed, was the severed penis. It was still erect as it swung back and forth on the cord, and I understood then why two wires had been used. While one contained the man's blood within his body, the other captured that in his former penis. I knew the trophy would remain rampant forever after, a reminder of what it had been like when still attached to his crotch.

As my hearing returned to normal, I heard the sounds of moaning from all sides, and knew that some of the watchers were just then enjoying their own orgasms. I looked at Brad, still kneeling beside me, although in a much more slumped posture than before, obviously exhausted from his own climax. I placed my hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and finally he turned his blank face toward me. His eyes were completely glazed over, and his breathing was ragged. I glanced at his crotch and saw that his cock was still monstrously erect, even though his recent orgasm was revealed by the cum dripping down the shaft, and the gobbets of the stuff under the table.

In a hoarse whisper, I asked, "Do you want that?" He didn't pretend to not understand what I was asking, but instead replied in his own ragged voice, "Please." We both knew what had been asked, and what had been answered. It was just a matter of time until he would be the "guest of honor" on the stage, while I sat at the center table.

I heard thunderous applause burst forth all around us at that point, and looked once again at the stage. The back curtain was slowly closing, hiding our view of the new eunuch and his two guards. The four dancers were facing the audience and bowing. The M.C. had once again coiled the rope, and was still holding the severed penis on high. Beside him, another of the men was holding up the machete, the traces of blood on the blade clearly visible. I was overcome with an indescribable feeling of joy, excitement, and sexual arousal just then, and when I started clapping also, my hands actually hurt from the force of their impacts.

Finally the dancers exited, in the reverse order they had entered. The house lights came up then, and people stood and began slowly walking to the door, seemingly still in a half-trance condition from what they had witnessed. Brad and I were the last couple to leave the room, and I looked back at the woman still sitting at her table. She was fixedly staring at the closed curtain at the back of the stage, as if reliving the scenes of this supremely thrilling evening. I was hoping that before much longer, it would be me sitting there recalling those oh-so-exciting memories.

Mariel was standing beside the door, saying good night to the guests, and accepting their praise-filled compliments about the performance. As we walked up to her, she looked at Brad's throbbing, cum-covered penis and smiled as if to herself. She said quietly to me, "Gwen, may we talk in my office?" I still didn't trust my voice to speak, and nodded my head in agreement.

She took my elbow to escort me to a door at the end of a short hallway, saying as we approached it, "Please instruct him to remain here while we talk." I turned to Brad and said, "Kneel here by the door and wait for me. Do not play with yourself." We then walked through the door, and Mariel closed it softly behind us.

As soon as we were seated, she began by saying, "I had intended to ask if you enjoyed our little floor show. All I had to do was look at your face, and at your husband's condition, to find the answer." As she smiled, I nodded in confirmation, then said softly, "It was wonderful". There was no need for me to say anything else, so I paused to indicate she could continue.

"We offer that particular performance several times a year. I've personally witnessed dozens of shows just like that in the ten years I've worked here at the resort. At six of those shows, I was seated in the center chair. Perhaps it would make it more interesting to you if I tell you that the older of the dancers, and the one who seemed to be in charge, is my husband. He was the first man whom I personally introduced to the machete, while I watched. The other three were my lovers at one time or another. There are two others like them who trade off in case of fatigue or illness."

"As I told you earlier, my present lover is scheduled to be the guest of honor in approximately two months. You can see that I've had a good deal of experience with that particular performance, and I can tell you in absolute truth that the thrill I feel each time the machete descends has not diminished one bit. The orgasm I had when my sixth man was modified was no less intense than the one that overwhelmed me when it was my husband kneeling there. I'm sure the one I'll have in two months will be equally good."

"I say all this just to assure you that I've never had any regrets, and if my husband and my lovers have had any, then they never mentioned them. They quickly adjusted to their new roles in life, and I'm sure that has also been the case for every other man who has been at center stage."

"Let me come directly to the point, and not waste any more of your time. I'm sure you're anxious to return to your room and relive what you've just seen while your husband gives you pleasure." Again I smiled in agreement, for doing just that was foremost in my mind then. She continued, "We schedule that particular performance when one of our guests asks that her husband or lover be unmanned in that particular manner. The audience members are there by invitation only, and I can say in all honesty that the waiting list is long. The resort charges each guest $1,000 to be allowed to attend, and I'm sure that charge could be doubled and still every chair would be filled."

"Our problem at this time is that the couple that was to be featured at the show next week had an unforeseen occurrence, and had to cancel their visit to the resort. Because of the short notice, we have been unable to find any other guests to 'fill in', as it were, and we are faced with the prospect of having to refund $12,000. That part alone would not be difficult, but the disappointment our guests would feel, and the ill-feelings that would be engendered towards the resort, force me to act in haste to find someone else to fill the 'vacancy'. I can see by your expression that you know where I'm heading, don't you?"

I did indeed know what her intention was, and nodded to confirm my understanding. My throat was once again so tight that I didn't trust it to utter understandable words. When she saw that I wasn't going to speak, she continued.

"The interviews that were held this afternoon with you and your husband are a standard practice at the resort. However, during the past week, they've had a new thrust, and that has been to locate a couple who would be our guests of honor at the performance scheduled for next week. Given the results of my talk with you, and what I was told about your husband's interview, I think you are that couple."

"Your own intense interest in my description of what was done to my husband, as well as five of my lovers, was evident. During your husband's interview, he also demonstrated that same intense interest in the subject of penectomies. Did he tell you about it?" After clearing my throat several times, I was finally able to say that he had been reluctant to provide any details of the meeting, but it was obvious to me that he had been aroused when he returned to our room.

She continued, "He was interviewed by one of my assistants. She said by the time she'd asked a few leading questions, it was obvious he was excited by the subject of male modification. She began to direct the interview to the more extreme side of such things, and could see him become more aroused by the minute. He was standing in front of the table where she was seated, and she could see his little penis begin to respond to his excitement. By the time she began showing him photographs of men being modified, and the results of such things, he was completely erect. The last photo she showed him was of a man who had been a guest of our special floor show. As she described how doing such a thing to a man made him the total slave of his wife, his cock began to bob up and down and actually leak pre-cum. She was sure that he would be a willing participant if we extended the invitation."

"Now, to get to the heart of the matter, I will ask the question I've been leading up to: Do you want to volunteer your husband to be the guest of honor at the performance next week, and to sit at the center table and watch him being unmanned?"

I sat in silence for several seconds then, looking at the floor. I certainly did want such a thing to happen, and had Brad's impassioned "Please" as confirmation that he also wanted it. However, I was thinking clearly enough to realize that I was not thinking clearly, if you know what I mean. In reply, I said, "Both Brad and I want that to happen. However, I need time to consider all the ramifications before giving you my final answer. May we talk again tomorrow evening?"

Mariel smiled, even though she was probably disappointed in my delaying. She nodded graciously and said it was understandable that I would need time to make such a momentous decision. After arranging to meet me in my room the following evening, she said, "Now, may I offer you the services of one of the men on our staff here at the resort. They are chosen because of their skills as lovers, as well as the large size of their equipment. I'm sure you'd find it enjoyable. Your husband would undoubtedly welcome the chance to see you being serviced by a real man, since that will be his role in the near future."

"You see, I already know your answer to my request, because I've seen that expression of interest and arousal on the faces of countless women. You want to sit at that center table, and you want to see your husband kneeling behind the chopping block. You want to experience the best orgasm you've ever had as the machete descends toward his waiting penis. I'll give you the 24 hours to make your decision, but in my heart, I already know what it will be."

I silently agreed with her assessment, but aloud I said, "I have to be completely sure it's the best thing for both of us. You'll have my answer tomorrow. In the meantime, please allow me to accept you kind offer. I would welcome the chance to experience another man tonight, while my husband watches. If, as you say, that is to be his future role, then it'll be good practice for him."

She told me the man would be at my door within the hour, and we made our parting good-byes. As Brad and I walked back to the main building, I could tell he was almost overcome with curiosity about what had transpired in the meeting in Mariel's office. I decided to keep him in suspense, both about what was to be done to him in a week's time (you see, I'd already made my decision), as well as the imminent visit to our room by another man. I thought it'd be good for him to prepare for his bright future as my cum slave.

As we walked slowly in the cool night air, I became more and more excited by the image of my newly-dickless husband lying beneath my cum-filled pussy, eagerly lapping up everything he found there. I almost regretted not giving Mariel my decision as soon as she had asked, but thought that maybe the "suspense" of the delay would make it all that much better for me.

I decided to tell Brad that very night what lay in store for him. Maybe I'd do it when I was sitting on his mouth, after my lover had pleasured me. That should make it extra special for him, don't you think.

As we walked back to the room, my imagination envisioned Brad being the slave tonight getting the penectomy. I felt the heat and juices ignite below. I would be ready for the man Mariel provided.

Once we were back in the room, I asked Brad to lay out the sexy sleepwear I had purchased just before the trip here. He then helped me to undress. As he removed my thong, he noticed it was soaked. I told him to suck on it to get the juices out. He then helped me into my teddy. As we were finishing, there was a knock at the door and I sent Brad to answer it. When he opened it I heard a male voice asking for Gwen and Brad brought him into the sitting room. As I entered, he bowed and introduced himself as Paulo.

I could tell that Paulo was probably Pilipino. He was tall, early twenties with a well-toned physique. Hanging between his legs was a ball sack the size of a softball with a flaccid but still long and thick cock hanging in front of it.

I told Brad that Paulo would be joining us for the night and asked him to pour a glass of wine for each of us. While Brad was getting the wine, I walked over for a closer inspection of Paulo. Mariel did well. I told him he was quite a stud. After each received a wine glass from Brad, we held the glasses to each other's lips to drink.

I then told Brad, as he had probably already guessed, that Paulo has been provided to show both of us what a fucking by a real man is like. I told Brad that his responsibility would be to get him hard for me. Brad looked at me for a moment, seemingly processing the request and simultaneously thinking about where all of this was going. Then, without a sound, he dropped to his knees in front of Paulo and started sucking his cock. As Brad was fluffing Paulo, I told him that after Paulo is ready, Brad was to sit next to the bed and watch us fuck and when Paulo has finished, I will reward him with a cream pie."

Paulo was as virile as he was muscular and responded immediately to Brad's mouth. I suspect he had been through this with many others before me. I heard Brad gagging and looked down from kissing Paulo to see that Paulo's tube had inflated to twice the thickness and lengthened to 10 inches or so. Brad was struggling to get him in his mouth. I pushed Brad with my hand and said "I'll take over." Since a mistress never kneels in front of a slave, we moved to the bedroom and I had Paulo lie on the bed. I did want to sample him for myself. I could see why Brad was struggling. Paulo was by far, thicker and longer than anyone I had fucked before. His cock was rock-hard, standing straight up.

I moved to get on my knees on the bed, and told Brad to take Paulo's cock and guide it into my pussy. I was literally dripping wet but it still took some effort to get him in as far as he could go. When he was halfway in, I told Brad, "That is about as far I you were ever able to go." I then told Brad to move to the chair on the side of the bed and watch how a real man fucks a woman.

Paulo proceeded to fuck me as I have never been fucked before. I orgasmed three times, the third coinciding with Paulo unloading a huge cum load into my pussy.

When Paulo collapsed after his last cum had spurted into me, I called Brad to come into the bed and told him to first clean Paulo's cock, after he pulls out of me. Paulo withdrew, only slightly deflated at this point but he was soft enough to more easily be squeezed into Brad's mouth. I could see Brad struggling to move his tongue to clean him. As Brad finished up, I noticed that Paulo was actually starting to harden again.

I then told Brad to lay face-up on the bed. I had been holding in a position that would retain most of Paulo's cum load. Once Brad was in place, I quickly rolled over and centered my pussy over Brad's mouth and ordered him to clean me and to swallow all of it. After he had taken most of the load, I decided it was time to tell him what was coming up next week.

I told Brad that I had met with Mariel at the end of the performance this evening, at which time she offered me an opportunity to have his dick removed next week. I told him that based on his response at the performance, I was going to tell Mariel that you will be the star of the show next week. I told him that a week from now, he would no longer have his little inadequate penis. I looked down between his legs and his penis was fully erect, telling me he was on board with the plan. We all then tried to sleep for a while and then repeated the fuck and clean cycle again before Paulo left around dawn the morning. I say tried to sleep because I don't think Brad slept a lot. He had a lot on his mind.

Following breakfast, I called Mariel, thanked her for the use of Paulo and informed her of my decision to accept her offer.

Mariel was ecstatic and said she would come over to review the schedule, leading up to next week's event and finalize the details. Mariel explained that there were several preliminary requirements to ensure everything goes smoothly during the performance and following. Brad and I would be meeting with the medical team to review his fitness for the penile amputation as well as go over the production aspects, telling him what to expect at various points in the performance.

The medical team determined that Brad was healthy and cleared him for the penectomy. They explained that he would be mildly sedated for the performance. A local anesthesia would be injected into his penis. Because of potential bleeding complications they could not rely on chemicals such as Viagra to ensure an erection. Therefore he needed to be sufficiently conscious and aware to achieve and maintain an erection, limiting the amount of sedative to something less than what would be sufficient to completely eliminate the pain. As he saw during the last performance, there is unavoidable trauma but the man did not scream. It was also explained that Brad would receive immediate follow-up surgery to clean up the machete wound so that, essentially, there would be no stump left. There would also be a urethral reroute to deal with the practical need to be able to urinate while sitting down. A small hole would be created between his ball sack and his anus to which the urethra would be routed and sewn in place. We were told it is very unlikely he will encounter any problems controlling his bladder. A rehearsal was scheduled for the next day. Brad was measured for the length from the floor to his penis, so a log could be custom-cut to the correct height. Finally, two of the cockless slaves we saw in the last production were brought in to reassure us and answer any questions we may have.

At the rehearsal, everything happened as it would during the performance except that a strap-on dildo was used for the actual severing. The log height was tested, Brad was given the sedative and penile injection to ensure he could still have and maintain an erection throughout the performance. Of course, the slave having the penectomy is the greatest variable in each performance and it is very important to the performance that he be able to have and maintain an erection until the moment the penis is severed. When Brad was positioned at the log, instead of his penis being placed on the surface, it was pulled down behind the edge along with his ball sack. Everything went as expected during the rehearsal.

For the next few days leading up to the performance, I spent evenings with slaves provided by Mariel and Brad performed as he did with Paulo. During the day, we spent time talking about his soon-to-be state and service as a nullified slave. I asked him how he was feeling about becoming a fluffer and cum cleaner for me and my lovers as well as providing oral service to me on request. His hard penis betrayed his answer even before he spoke. Soon, I would not have that available to communicate his erotic feelings. As with all other changes, we would need to adapt.

Finally, performance day arrived. I had allowed Brad to jack off once each day between rehearsal and today but yesterday was the final time. We wanted his libido peaking this evening so he could maintain an erection throughout the performance. Brad was taken backstage to a green room where he would receive the sedative and the penile injections. I dressed with a short skirt and no panties, to allow easy access to masturbate during the performance. I was escorted to the center table and I took my seat. I noticed the invited women and their slaves arriving and taking their places at the tables, just as I had done a week earlier.

Just as before, the four cockless dancers began the show. At the appointed time, the curtain raised and there was Brad, standing between two geldings. His penis was rock-hard, twitching as he does when very aroused. I could see precum reflecting light at the tip of his penis. The machete glistened in its own spotlight, as it protruded from the wooden stump.

I was incredibly wet between my legs and started using my fingers to masturbate. The music stopped and the room fell quiet. Brad was escorted to my table and the MC of the show quietly asked me if I was ready to proceed. I whispered "yes." I then took Brad's penis in my unbusy left hand, bent down, licked the precum from the tip and gave a farewell kiss to the top it's head. If he could feel it, that would be the last pleasure it would ever experience.

Brad was escorted back behind the wood stump. Two of the dancers secured a cord around his erect penis head and then used wire to tie off the penis in two places so it would minimize bleeding when it was severed between them. The wire was hand-tightened as must as possible; then, pliers were used to twist it down tighter, sinking the wire deep into his cock flesh. I could see him flinch slightly as the wire tightened into him.

He kneeled behind the log and one of his escorts made sure his balls were secure on the back side. The escorts pressed against him to ensure his balls did not pull up onto the surface of the wooden stump. The free end of the cord attached to his penis was brought to me by the third dancer and, as previously instructed, I pulled it tight enough to stretch his cock over the stump. The dramatic music told the audience the moment had arrived. I could tell Brad had some discomfort, probably from the wire digging deeply into his erectile tissue.

The fourth dancer raised the machete, awaiting a signal from me. I was masturbating and approaching orgasm. As the orgasm started, I screamed,"NOW!" and the mirror-polished stainless steel machete’s razor-sharp blade fell. I sensed the cord going slack. I heard everyone around me gasp as well as hearing a groan from Brad. I looked toward him and saw him slouch back into the arms of his two escorts. The MC had raised the cord with the severed penis still attached at the head. The audience exploded in applause.

As for me, I had an incredible orgasm. I let out an orgasmic scream of "Oh God!” For a few moments, I was unaware of the applause, the MC or anything else going on around me. When my awareness returned, I again heard the applause and saw the two gelding escorts pulling Brad backward and the curtain closed in front of them.

The medical team would go to work immediately to redirect his urethra, remove the remaining stump and to seal off the blood vessels that were being restrained by the wire.

Another team would work to preserve Brad's severed penis. For this, there were several options. You could have it simply preserved in a flaccid or erect state is a polycarbonate block. Most women chose the option I did which was to have it preserved, in an erect state, inside a polycarbonate dildo. If a woman had a particular lover that she enjoyed, a mold of his erect cock could be taken ahead of time and used for making the dildo. This would the eunuch husband to masturbate her when the lover was unavailable. The husband would know she was receiving pleasure while being reminded of what he has given up in his love for her.

The severed penis was preserved in an acrylic substance and presented to me before we departed the island. After healing for several days, they packed Brad's severed area so we could travel home. After two months, he had sufficiently healed that you could barely tell where his penis had been attached. As expected, Brad has become an expert fluffer and cum-eating slut as well as providing oral service to me that is second-to-none.