[ not Momdom; Femdom ]
One day I was hanging out at home and shooting the shit with my old buddy, Bob. He said he had something crazy he wanted to show me; it was a site that had been set-up to enable dominant female mistresses to connect with eunuch servants; it was called “Eunuch Destiny”. He told me he had just randomly stumbled onto it and only wanted to show me how crazy some relationships could be.
Bob and I were both long-time submissives and we found many of the photos of dominant women on the site to be quite titillating, even arousing. It was also interesting to note that all the eunuchs shown on the site seemed to be wearing similar clothing. We dug a little deeper and learned that this style of clothing was a kind of uniform that served to identify a eunuch servant. It helped to remind them of their subservient status. And of course there were many positive testimonials by mistresses and eunuchs posted there.
Bob and I kidded each other about how hot and horny some of the mistresses looked and what a temptation it would be to serve one of them. And the idea of having to undergo the required procedure also struck a deep chord in our submissive natures.
We had both become quite aroused at this point and Bob shyly opened his pants to show me how erect he was. We had been ‘friends with benefits’ for a long time so I casually reached out to grasp his swollen member; Bob leaned back and closed his eyes as I bent forward to take it in my mouth; I reached under to tickle his balls as I lovingly sucked him. I thought of being castrated as I swallowed his thick load; I jerked my own cock and shot my load as well.
A couple weeks later, Bob confessed to me, somewhat shamefacedly, that he had actually gone downtown to visit the extensive offices belonging to “Eunuch Destiny”. They provided a convenient meet-up location for mistresses and eunuchs. It was also a place where intact males could undergo the procedure. I was somewhat shocked that Bob had gone so far in pursuing this interest. I couldn’t help wondering how far he would take it.
Bob confessed to me that he had been torn between feelings of pity and a deep yearning envy for the eunuchs he had seen at the “Eunuch Destiny” offices. He also whispered to me that the way the dominant mistresses had looked at him had made him feel childishly weak and needy. He had gazed at each one silently and longingly, foolishly hoping they might choose him.
Bob and I fell out of touch for a few months and I wasn’t completely surprised the next time I ran into him on the street. He was walking a couple steps behind a very confident and dominant middle-aged lady and, sure enough, he was wearing the tell-tale eunuch-servant style clothes; he had also put on a few pounds and was a little pudgy. He blushed deeply and hung his head with shame when I greeted him; he knew what I must be thinking of him.
His mistress turned around and joined us, looking at us brightly with a big grin. I informed her that I was an old friend of Bob’s and she told me what a good servant he was; they had met via the “Eunuch Destiny” site, of course. She must have sensed that I was also a submissive because she wondered if I would consider becoming a servant for one of her friends. I was surprised how tempting the offer felt, I almost accepted it on the spot but I remembered the price I would have to pay. But my reluctance didn’t bother her. She smiled and said that maybe we would meet again under different circumstances. It was obvious that the next time we met she fully expected that I would also be a eunuch; it made me blush hotly and squirm. She then turned and walked away with Bob trailing dutifully behind
Since then, I must admit that in the middle of the night I have often found myself furtively browsing the “Eunuch Destiny” site. I had selected a few mistresses whose photos were posted there as my favorites. I couldn’t help masturbating while thinking of serving them. I’ve come to realize that it’s pointless to resist, it just seems to be my destiny to be like Bob and to be castrated to serve.