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One Day

The huge brown Bull looked around nervously... this was his first time with a professional dominatrix and although this place had been personally recommended to him. He was still more than a bit unsure what to expect, or even if he really wanted it. The sexy young feline receptionist had given him a big knowing smile, and had then called for a consultant Dom who had spoken with him in more detail about his desires.

The Equine was tall, and full figured, wearing a sleek black dress slit to the waist to reveal long shapely legs. The nervous Bull outlined his fantasies; of being castrated by a sexy female who would demand his utmost loyalty to her as a castrati. He explained, than while he enjoyed the pain of CBT, it was more of a psychological release. And yes, stockings, a basque and a very stern woman all pressed his sexual buttons as well. The Mare smiled at him gloatingly, her eyes hard as flinty, full lip's teasing. "My dear boy... we have the ideal female for you I think Lady Deballa will more than meet your needs, she takes realism to the 9th degree." She nodded, clicked her fingers and a slavegirl of no more than 18 entered, she looked angelic in a white mini dress, knee length peasant cloth white thigh boots, encasing shapely fur covered legs. She looked coolly at the leering Bull and indicated with a wave of her hand that he should follow her.

Wordlessly she led him into a spacious room with wall surrounds of erotic paintings and four red armchairs in the centre. He was a little surprised to see that one was occupied by another customer a hefty Bull in his late forties. His broad friendly muzzle and thick body, he tipped his head conspiratorially to the Bill as the slave Cat girl departed. "This is my first time." The nervous Bill volunteered softly, as he sat down beside the other Bull who smiled knowingly.

"I'm Ben. Your really going to enjoy this Lady Deballa is very good." He half closed his eyes, and clearly his mind was going over a past visit or two. "I mean, really good... so good in fact that this time, I'm here for something special" He tailed off and the big Bill raised his eyebrow, prompting Ben to go on. "I'm going to have it done for real this time. My wife relishes the idea. In fact shes been suggesting it for sometime now." He sat back breathing harder with the anticipation of the coming act, broad tongue sliding over his lips lustfully.

"For real?" The handsome brown Bull demanded, looking both shock and excited at the idea pf the male sitting beside him walking out a neuter.

"Heh yeah, I'm to have my balls cut off... for real. You know, not just pretend not just fantasy this time... their going in a jar."

"Can she do that?" The handsome Bill asked gulping for air, as the smiling Ben clapped a big hot hand on his shoulder.

"Of course she can. I mean sure I had to sign a waiver, but it's all this personal rights legislation these days you know. And the Vixen doing it, God, she's so hot... Lady Deballa is the best... a real ball breaker!"

"Deballa?" The younger Bull swallowed hard, not sure what else to say to his new friend.

"Yes, she's the best apparently... worked as a surgical nurse for years in the military, and was and was captured by some warlord. He used her to castrate his prisoners, it was a case of her nutting them, or her life. She had to achieve a very high survival rate, and it wasn't exactly ER hygiene there you know. Over 300 males lost their balls to her, before special forces rescued her. Of course be then she had sorta gotten to like it, and now employed by these gals. This whole place is run by women you know." Bill merely nodded his heavy head, his mind turning over this new information."Don't worry, for you it'll all be pure fantasy. God, it'll stoke yer furnace." The hefty Ben grunted the air clearly filled with the musky scent of his arousal.

"I've... been assigned Lady Deballa." The excited Bill repeated somewhat inanely, as the hefty older Bull nodded his head.

"Yeah she disciplined me for weeks, she's real good, a top dom. Of course she'll try to move you toward her specialty heh." The handsome Bull wondered how long he'd be able to resist his own desires if hers were really the same. "I'll tell ya boy, you aint lived until ya've had an encounter with a castratrix!" Ben enthused as he leaned back in his chair and tried to adjust the lump in his trousers as Bill watched.

"Isn't it a sort of once in a lifetime experience?" Bill countered with more than a touch of irony in his voise, as he watched the horny Ben.

"Wha... Oh yeah... heh that's good, I like that." At that point the young slave girl returned, and crooked her finger at the Bull. Slowly he stood up and followed her out, his heartbeat quickening as his mind raced over his talk with Ben. Almost without realizing it he found himself in another large room, almost clinical and fitted out with odd contraptions. The cute cat girl frowned at him, as if he were trying his patients.

"Undress." She commanded in a brisk no nonsense tone, watching his slip out of his clothing in a bored kind of way. The handsome brown Bull hesitated looking around for a second, his eyes settling on a low stainless steel table in front of him. "It's not a request." The Cat girl snapped coldly, her bordom only growing as the Bull quickly shed all his clothes. "I'm here to prepare you for your mistress." She explained, her voise still bored and disinterested as her green eyes looked up into his dark ones, she pouted, her full red lips parting to reveal the sharp white fangs. "I'm her acolyte. Put your arms in front of you, one over the other." He did so, and she strapped them together, across his chest. "Now open your mouth." He complied slapping his long erection out of her way, she fitted a hefty ball gag into it tightening the straps around his head. "Now await your mistress." She ordered and without a sound she departed, leaving him standing in uncertain expectation, as nude and vulnerable as a new born baby. His long red Bull cock jutting out stiffly, and beginning to drip clear slimy pre-cum onto the hard floor. From behind him came a sound and he half turned around, it was his mistress standing there admiring his naked ass. The Vixen was voluptuous, sheer black stockings, maroon basque, a black Victorian cameo choker around her slender neck. In one paw she held a thin rattan cane, while above her stocking tops, her fur was as white as settled snow. Her ice blue eyes bore a glacial glint as she strolled forwards to circle him.

"Get on the table Steer." The Vixen instructed in a low husky voice, that spoke of smoke and hard drink. The nervous Bull paused to take a breath, and squealed as the rattan cane cut sharply across his butt cheeks! "Now Steer!" She growled lifting his arm for a second swing, he quickly did as she said, and she tied his legs to each corner so that he lay with them splayed wide apart. She fixed a tight broad leather band across him, just under his already bound arms. He was now totally immobile and at her mercy, save for being able to twist his head from side to side and that bouncing erection of course.

"I am going to enjoy this Steer." She whispered in his pointed bovine ear, even as he blushed as the fantasy he'd dreamed of started to come alive. He wanted to pledge his enduring obedience to Lady Deballa. Just as Ben in the waiting room had promised, she was gorgeously dominant and powerful. "Your Lady, is going to change your life. To realize a dream shared by you and... your dear wife."

'** Wife ***?'* The big Bull blinked in confusion, as he looked up at the wicked Vixen for a minute. "Wha?" He moaned into the ball gag, as a sudden idea hit him.

"That's right Ben you relax. I'm just going to give you a little injection, just locally so you will hardly feel a thing. And when you leave this room today, it will be as your wife's little Steer boi. I spoke to her you know... we do have to check that we're not making a mistake." Bills dark beady bovine eyes widened in horror, it was just as he'd feared. He wasn't Ben, there had been a mix up... they'd mistaken him for the other Bull in the waiting room! He was there for the fantasy, not the real thing... Bill winced slightly at the sting of an injection in his groin.

While Lady Deballa moved to his head and looked down at him with a wicked, leering smile. He twisted towards her starring directly at her dripping sex, outlined under her scanty black silk panties. "My acolyte will attend the castration, she adores such occasions." Deballa teased as she reached down and picked up a shiny glittering scalpel. "I'll be using this." She explained while Bill squirmed, his eyes looking up at her pleadingly. "Gwyn tie up his scrotum, would you darling." The young Cat girl appeared within the arc of Bill's vision, a thin cord in her paws. There was a look of delight and excitement on her muzzle now, as she secured the cord tightly around Bill's fat sac. Lady Deballa leaned over him then, her generous breasts swaying under her, almost tumbling out of her tight basque. "I can see you appreciate what you see... soon these feelings will disappear as your castration takes effect, and you become accustomed to your Steer status. Your wife is looking forward to taking control of your training as her emasculated house slave." She fumbled amongst a bag of instruments, then gazed back at him pityingly. "She told me of her plans for you... naked, you will attend to her every whim, whilst in front of you she fucks with her latest lover. And afterwards you will clean their intimate bits, and they will sip chilled white chardonnay together. Periodically she will instruct the maid, Nina to discipline you. Yes thats right Nina will be above you can you visualize that Ben dear?"

"Nnnumm."The big handsome Bull yell desperately into the gag, all his protests coming out as incomprehensible moaning.

"Nina, the plump middle aged Latin maid that you give your casual orders to... I'm sure she'll look forward to whipping your bare rumpy. With your wife in attendance, to ensure your total compliance... Oh, and your wife will parade you in front of her friends, they'll hold your servitude in scorn, expressing mirth at your neutered state." She gently stroked his long throbbing Bull cock, licking the smooth round head. Despite himself Bill's hardness became irresistible, and he breathed in and out heavily.

"My, my... he is game. Isn't he? I think we'd better milk him first, don't you Gwyn." Lady Deballa asked, Bill felt a cool gloved paw settle around his hot erection and slowly begin to stroke it. He cried out under his gag in utter ecstasy, as this strong powerful female swiftly brought him pleasure. And he silently pledged, he would surrender to the superiority of females, eternally, forever, and ever, and... aaaghh, ooooohh. Finally a strong arc of white shot across his stomach, splattering hot and wetly on his muzzle. As he lay panting he felt a sudden coldness at his groin, Bill wriggled in panic, but the bindings held him fast. There was a numbing ache at his groin, and he could feel his balls being squeezed and manipulated roughly. "This fruit is ready for plucking." Lady Deballa laughed as Gwyn made a quick grab and grope Bill's guts churning. The sexy young Cat girl gave him a wickedly malignant smile, and the Bull shivered. "One day, I'll be a castratrix as well... soon, very soon I think. And I'll nut a lot of males." Bill tried to move again, to twist away but his bonds held him far to tightly.

"He is getting into the theme isn't he." Lady Deballa snickered softly, as she and Gwyn work on the Bull's groin. "Ben dear, you are Oscar material, it is though you really do dread your castration. But we know better don't we my toy..." She held up her scalpel and Bill noticed a smear of blood on it, Oh gods she'd begun the process!

"Mmmmmhph!"The handsome brown Bull moaned again, it felt as though his balls had turned to ice, while his body was cover with sweat.

"Number one." Lady Deballa chuckled huskily, turning to Gwyn. "You can take his second one, just as I showed you." And then she handed the scalpel to the eager young Cat girl who leaned over Bill's helpless groin as he whimpered. Gwyn paused to give him a sideways look, her green eyes were bright with lustful fire. "Yes mistress." She murmured, and set to her task of initiating the helpless Bull into the third sex.

Finally both females stepped back, sharing girlish giggles for a moment. "There all done." The sexy Vixen purred raising a jar that held two massive bovine testicles. " A mere six minutes from start to finish to neuter you. Don't worry Ben dear, I'll personally present these to your good wife. Soon castration will be as common as a vasectomy, so many male, so few deserving to truly be male!" She grinned at Gwyn who giggled back, as she began to unstrap him. Bill wanted to scream that there'd been a mistake, that he wasn't Ben at all. _ 'Oh God, he was a Steer, his testicles were gone. How could he go into the sports showers again?' _ Gwyn leaned over and finished untying his bonds, before she helped him off the table. "Follow me." She whispered to him, and removed his gag at last, Bill looked about him wildly, but Lady Deballa had disappeared, along with his manhood.

"I won't be able to walk." He gasped struggling to sit up, thankful that the injection was still controlling the pain.

"You'll manage fine." Gwyn assured dismissively, with a secretive smirk splayed across her muzzle. Bill gazed dolefully at his groin, and his mouth dropped open. He was untouched, unharmed, a whole male after all. As Gwyn helped Bill down the hall, the Bull Bill knew as Ben appeared at the doorway. "Well, you wanted your fantasy to be as real as possible didn't you? We give good service don't we sweet Gwyn..." And then he stepped back, Bill looked at the Cat girl winked, a big grin on his pretty muzzle. "One day sweety..." She said, leaving the sentence unfinished while Bill returned her grin peacefully.

"Indeed... one day I may just beg for it."

"We'll be ready."

Fin