Queen, please castrate me gently.

Since childhood, I've fantasized about being castrated by a woman. After much searching, I finally found my dream
queen, who used her delicate hands to squeeze out my testicles and cut them off, bringing me the greatest pleasure of my life.
The following is my true experience of being castrated.

I've been a member of the heeljob website, often downloading videos of foot fetishes, shoe fetishes, and penile abuse
. I especially love how the queens in these videos gently use their beautiful, high-heeled feet to perform foot fetishes on male slaves, the sharp
heels constantly pricking their testicles, and then the slaves moaning and ejaculating. Watching these videos always gives me
immense pleasure. I usually masturbate while watching, and after ejaculating, I fantasize that the queen will use her sharp
high heels to forcefully puncture my scrotum, kick my testicles out, and then crush them with her beautiful high heels.

After careful consideration, I emailed the site administrator requesting castration.
Two days later, seeing no reply, I emailed twice more. On the third day, I received a reply, which read: "Dear
customer, your request for castration has been discussed by all our members and we believe it is not feasible. For further
questions, please call 136xxxxxxxxxxx for more information." I was disappointed after receiving the reply,
but after hesitating for a moment, I still dialed the number. A woman answered with a very magnetic voice. When
I asked her why I couldn't be castrated, she laughed: "Do you really want to be castrated?" I replied, "Yes
, how lucky I would be to have the chance to watch the beautiful queen squeeze out my testicles with her delicate hands and then cut them off
." She laughed again and said, "Would you regret it after being castrated?" I answered decisively,
"Absolutely not, I'd be too grateful to the queen." She said, "How about this, come to our company first,
and we'll discuss whether this is feasible." I was incredibly excited and asked, "How do I find
you ?" She said, "Call us when you arrive at Wenzhou Station, and we'll send a car to pick you up." Then
she hung up. I live in Shanghai, which isn't too far from Wenzhou, so I quickly bought a train ticket, took
my credit card and took the train to Wenzhou. Then I dialed the number, and less than ten minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz 5...
At 00:00, the car door opened, and a beautiful woman stepped out. I looked closely and exclaimed, "Wow, isn't that Queen Lice
? I've seen many adult films on this site, and I recognize most of the 'Queens' in them!"

After getting out of the car, Queen Lice looked around. I quickly walked over, bowed to her
, and said, "Hello, I'm Jianmin. It's a pleasure to meet Queen Lice." Queen Lice
was delighted to see that I recognized her. She let me into the car and then drove towards the suburbs. I carefully observed the other three beautiful women in
the car . I recognized two of them: Queen Anna and
Queen Jane. I hadn't seen the other queen who was driving. I excitedly greeted them, and
the queens laughed, saying, "Oh, you all know us! Looks like you're regulars." I replied,
"Yes, yes, I've seen many of your movies and I admire you greatly." After

about a 40-minute drive, the car stopped in front of a six-story building. Queen Jane
said to me, "We're here. This is our company. Let's go inside and talk." I got out of the car first to open the doors for them
. Then I looked around. The surrounding area was rather desolate, except for this building, which stood out
. A large sign hung at the entrance: "Sexual Disease Research Center." Led by the queens, I went to
the reception room on the first floor and sat on the sofa. Queen Jane sat with me and chatted, while the other three queens went
upstairs . A moment later, the phone in the reception room rang. Queen Jane answered it, listened briefly
, said "Oh," and hung up. Turning to me, she said, "The meeting room upstairs is all set up. Let's go up." I followed her
to the second-floor meeting room, where about a dozen queens were seated. I'd seen most of them in movies;
they were all dressed sexily and alluringly, sitting at the stage discussing something. They stopped when they saw us enter.
I bowed to each of them and introduced myself. To be honest, I was incredibly excited to meet them for the first time,
but I still found it difficult to kneel before them. After I finished bowing, Queen Jane had
me sit in the chair next to her and said, "Let's begin." Then the formal meeting began. The queens
asked me questions one by one, starting with my education, family background, and experiences. Later, Ruth (r)...
Queen (USI) asked me, "Are you sexually active? How many times a week do you masturbate?" I was
a little Queen Jane, standing beside me, tugged at my sleeve to encourage me, and I replied, "
Very active, I masturbate four times a week."

Several queens giggled. Then Queen Yue asked me, "When you masturbate, do you imagine
us stepping on your little brother with our high heels?" I lowered my head shyly and answered, "Yes!" All the queens in the room
laughed, making me blush. Then they began to introduce me to the company. It was then that I
learned they were a very large organization, headquartered in the United States. The mainland was their filming base, but
after filming, the videos were processed and edited in the US before being uploaded to servers for customers to download.
Most of the queens were doctors or nurses, but there were also retired police officers, female soldiers, and college students. Even more surprisingly,
Queen had previously worked as a flight attendant. There were 35 members in total, but only three of their sex slaves were male; the rest
, including the photographer, were all women. Under the guise of a "Sexual Disease Research Center," they illegally filmed SM videos
. Sometimes they also offered other paid services, such as performing "heeljob
" or "footjob" activities for clients, and sometimes engaging in SM role
-playing games, torture, face-sitting, and "holy water" services. The fees were relatively high; foot fetish cost
600 yuan per session with a one-hour time limit, high-heeled fetish cost 1800 yuan per hour (even if less than an hour,
it was charged by the hour). Other services were cheaper, generally ranging from 300 to 500 yuan per hour.

Finally, we discussed castration. Queen Anna explained in detail that they also accepted
castration requests and had successfully performed over 60 cases. I was surprised that there were so many castration
enthusiasts . Before castration, a formal physical examination was usually conducted, followed by signing a formal castration surgery
agreement—a completely standard hospital procedure. Castration is
performed . Video recording is permitted, and the price is lower; generally, it costs 3000 to remove one testicle, or two testicles.
The cost is 5,000 for one testicle, 15,000 for the penis as well. If video recording is not allowed, the cost is 20,000 for one
testicle , 30,000 for two, and 100,000 for the penis as well. This includes hospitalization, nursing care, and medical expenses.
There are two types of castration: one is without anesthesia or with minimal anesthesia, in which case the patient experiences more intense pain. This
is suitable for those who want to experience the procedure. A special surgical frame will tightly restrain the person undergoing castration,
preventing movement of all joints to avoid accidents caused by the intense pain during the surgery.
The other type is under local anesthesia, in which the patient does not experience intense pain and does not need to be restrained. However, this
is not absolute. If the patient cannot bear the pain during castration without anesthesia, anesthesia will be administered to prevent
shock.

Four doctors are skilled in castration surgery here, and one veterinarian has experience in castration.
Queen former policewoman, also performs castrations, and sometimes other queens are castrated upon request.
When performing surgery on patients
, they will dress according to the patient's request. For example, if you like doctors castrating, they will wear doctor's attire. If you prefer other types, they will wear other types of attire. Attire is generally divided into
doctor, nurse, police officer, flight attendant, veterinarian, office lady, etc. They can perform scenario-based castration, which means
castration is performed according to a story scenario. For example, you can choose to play the role of a criminal, be caught by a policewoman, interrogated and castrated. You
can also choose to play the role of an office boss who harasses an office lady and is castrated after being drugged. Or you can dress up as a pig and be caught and castrated by a beautiful female
veterinarian etc.

After the meeting, a doctor named "Queen" took me to the examination room for a physical examination. She examined me very carefully.
When her small, gloved hands touched my genitals, a cool sensation caused my penis to slowly
become erect . My penis is quite long, about 20cm when fully erect. I felt a little embarrassed,
but she didn't seem to care. She carefully measured the size of my penis, testicles, and pubic hair, recording everything in my medical record. Then
she took some genital skin tissue for testing. Finally, she collected my semen. While she was collecting it, I
felt very stimulated. She first put a soft test tube on my penis, then
applied some Vaseline to the index and middle fingers of one of her gloved hands, and inserted those two fingers
into massaged the anterior wall of my rectum. With that, I couldn't help but ejaculate, quite a bit of it.
Afterwards, she disinfected my genitals and told me to put on my clothes and go home to wait for the test results. The examination was over.

Queen Jane led me to her office and we chatted. I learned that I would have to stay
there three days to wait for the test results before I could sign the agreement and choose a surgeon to perform my castration. I was both
excited and thrilled. I even had an urge to kneel at Queen Jane's feet and lick her high heels, but she
stopped me. Afterwards, we went to the conference room. This time, there were fewer women, only five. They carefully
inquired which type I wanted. I replied that I wanted complete
castration without recording or anesthesia. Finally, they took me to the payment counter to pay the deposit. I didn't have much cash on me and was about to go to get more when I was surprised to
find that they also accepted credit cards. I was truly amazed by their professionalism!

After paying the deposit, I followed Queen Jane back to her office. We sat down and chatted
about SM for a while. Then she asked me, "Would you like me to give you a footjob?" I said yes. She added, "You
're a special customer now. All services are free for three days. You made the right choice.
If you had chosen the option with video recording and castration, you wouldn't be so lucky. You could only experience one footjob or handjob before the castration.
All other times would be charged, and you'd have to cooperate with the videographer during the castration." I was so happy I
almost jumped for joy. I'd dreamed of experiencing all of this. The beautiful queen's feet—finally, my wish had come true
. I nodded happily. Then, Queen Jane led me to a room. The room was empty except for a
sofa, an electric fan, and a shoe rack filled with all sorts of sexy high heels. After I entered the room,
Queen Jane asked me to take off my clothes and then let me choose which pair of high heels to use for foot fetish. I chose a pair of black
metallic pointed high heels and watched Queen Jane slowly put them on. Then, Queen Jane put on rubber gloves, grabbed my penis,
and stroked it a few times. Once my penis was fully erect, she tied a rubber tube around the base of my penis, along with my testicles, and tied
it up . Then she began to slowly rub my testicles with her beautiful feet in high heels. To be honest, high heel sex isn't as
intoxicating as you might imagine. The hard soles of the shoes constantly rubbed against my penis, causing a tearing
pain in the foreskin. The pointed heels also caused dull pain when they touched my testicles. However, I
was incredibly excited after seeing her beautiful feet in high heels. My penis remained erect between my legs, receiving the ravages under her black high heels. After
rubbing for a while, she seemed tired and asked me to change positions, kneeling on the ground. She sat on the sofa behind me,
stretched her foot between my legs, and used the tip of her shoe to tease my penis. After a while, she... I changed positions, and she used one foot to support my penis from the side,
while the other foot stepped on it and rubbed it. Sometimes she would make me kneel in front of the sofa and
rub . She tormented me for more than an hour, but I still couldn't ejaculate. Queen Jane was exhausted and drenched in sweat. Finally, she
took off her high heels and rubbed my penis with her beautiful feet, which were clad in white stockings, for a while. I still couldn't ejaculate, so she had no choice but
to untie the binding on my penis and use her gloved hands to perform oral sex on me. This time, I finally couldn't hold back and
ejaculated a lot of semen. Then she helped me clean my genitals, made me put on my clothes, and took me back to her office.

Feeling a bit weak after ejaculating, I leaned back on the sofa to rest and soon fell asleep. When I woke up,
Queen Jane was gone. I drank some water and sat on the sofa reading a magazine when Queen Jane returned. She
told me that they were preparing for another castration surgery, and that the Queen and the slave were ready. She asked if I wanted to watch,
and I said yes. I followed her to the basement, where the Queen and the male slave were waiting for filming to begin
. The videographer briefly explained the details: this time, they were choosing a female veterinarian to castrate a pig,
with Queen Ruth playing the role of the veterinarian queen. Since the male slave had chosen to have the castration recorded, he didn't have the right to choose the procedure;
that was determined by the cameraman. Because the female veterinarian castrating the pig didn't require bondage, they had
to choose anesthesia. A nurse queen came in and injected a certain amount of
anesthesia into the male slave's penis and scrotum. After about five minutes, the queen picked up a sterilized steel needle and slowly inserted it into the male slave's testicles.
While observing the male slave's expression to check if the anesthetic was working, and seeing that the slave's face did not show
any signs of pain, the Queen removed the steel needle and said, "Castration begins!" She made the male slave get up and crawl in
circles , while the Queen chased after him. Queen Ruth was wearing pink high heels
with thin, high heels, making the chase quite difficult. Several times she managed to catch him but failed to pin "Little Pig" down. Finally, the Queen got tired
and simply stood still to rest. "Little Pig" continued running headlong, but bumped directly into the Queen's feet.
The Queen lifted her foot and gently kicked "Little Pig" on the shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground. Before he
could struggle to get up, the Queen firmly pressed him down with her foot. The "pig" was grunting and struggling. The Queen
took rubber gloves from a nurse beside her, put them on, and then picked up a razor. She rubbed the "pig's" scrotum
a few times, then pinched it tightly at the base of the scrotum. She aimed the razor at the testicle slightly to the right of center and gently pulled it
a few times. The milky white right testicle suddenly sprang out, with a deep cut on it.
The cut turned outward, exposing the bright red testicular tissue, and blood flowed down the cut. The Queen put down the razor and picked up
a bottle of ether spray. She sprayed the wound twice, and the bleeding stopped. Then, the Queen
wiped , pinched the testicle with her fingers, pulled it out, cut the vas deferens,
tied several knots at the base of the styloid cord and blood vessels, and cut off one testicle, placing it on a plate. Then, the Queen
squeezed the other testicle to the incision site, took a razor, made a deep incision on the testicle, ruptured the tunica vaginalis, squeezed the testicle
out tied several knots at the base of the styloid cord, cut it off, and placed it on a plate. Then, she took a suture needle and made an incision in the "pig

's" scrotum. Four stitches were put in, and the blood was wiped away. "Little Pig's" penis remained erect,
a drop of fluid from the urethral opening clinging to the taut, shiny glans. The Queen smiled and said, "This little pig is quite stubborn
. It seems I'll have to cut off his penis too." She took a circumcision scalpel from the nurse and slowly severed the entire penis
along its base. She then sprayed some hemostatic ether and
applied a lot of hemostatic medicine. A rubber tube was deeply inserted into the urethra, reaching the bladder, and then bandaged
. Two nurses helped "Little Pig" to his bed to recover. I checked my watch; the entire
castration process started at 3:20 PM and ended at 3:50 PM, taking about half an hour.

When I returned with Queen Jane, I learned from her that the scrotal wound of a castrated man usually heals on
the fourth day and the stitches can be removed on the sixth day. However, the penile incision takes at least 10 days to heal,
and to prevent infection, the rubber tube remains inserted in the urethra for at least 20 days, and it takes a month for it
to return to normal. When the anesthesia wears off after castration, the slave experiences unbearable pain, requiring the administration of tranquilizers and pethidine
for pain relief. After listening to her explanation, I asked her, "Can the castration be done more slowly, to prolong
the entire process? This would make the slave feel a stronger sense of conquest." Queen Jane said, "Sure,
the castration can last up to 5 hours, but the slave might not be able to withstand such torture." I then asked,
"Can needles be used to puncture and stimulate the slave's pain during castration?" Queen Jane said,
"Of course, but this is usually only done during castration in torture scenarios. I'm an expert at this."

I felt a surge of excitement. Back in Queen Jane's office, we chatted for a while, then went to dinner together
. After dinner, Queen Jane said, "You'll be staying here for the next few days. We usually prepare
a single room for a slave awaiting castration, but if the slave wishes, they can choose a queen to serve them. If the queen agrees,
they can share a room with her at night, but they cannot violate her. We're quite strict here;
sexual intercourse between the queen and the slave is not allowed. The queen generally won't choose licking or oral sex.
If a slave violates the rules, they will be considered to have forfeited their right and will be expelled."

I said "Oh," and then said to Queen Jane, "I want to serve Queen Jane. I wonder if Queen Jane will give
me a chance?" Queen Jane smiled slightly, "What do you think? I'm quite cruel, you know.
If can't take it, crying out to heaven won't help." Hearing this, I was secretly delighted. To be honest, I love those cruel
queens the most. I immediately made up my mind to serve Queen Jane, so I said, "I will only serve Queen Jane
. I won't serve anyone else." Queen Jane smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll accept you as my slave." With that, she led me
to her residence, a small single room of about 30 square meters. Inside, there was a bed, a computer desk,
a dressing table, and a wardrobe. There was a balcony inside, and on the side of the balcony were a bathroom and a toilet. The room was quite
spacious . There was a shoe rack by the door, displaying various high heels, slippers, sandals, etc. The floor was clean and slippery,
spotless. I took off my shoes and socks and followed her into the room.
I immediately felt a little uncomfortable. We sat on the bed and chatted for a while, and then I felt a swelling and discomfort in my lower body. Although I have a submissive nature, no one can remain
completely . She seemed to have noticed, and said with a smile, "Let's begin. Go in and
wash yourself clean, then kneel by the bed and wait for me." I followed her instructions, went into the bathroom and washed myself
thoroughly , then came out dressed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a magazine. When she saw me come out of the bathroom dressed
, she laughed, "Silly boy, you don't know any rules. As my slave, you can't wear clothes,
not even underwear." I was a little embarrassed. It was my first time experiencing something like this, and I was trembling with nervousness
, but I obediently took off all my clothes and knelt at her feet by the bed. She looked at me with satisfaction
, stretched out her fair foot, and rubbed my testicles with the back of her foot for a while. Then she commanded, "You little dog slave,
kneel here obediently and wait for me. I'll deal with you after I'm done washing." I responded, but then she whispered
in my ear, "If you feel tired of kneeling and can't hold back anymore, you can sneak to bed for a while.
But don't let me see you, or you'll be in for it." After saying that, she gently blew a breath into my ear, which felt tingly and itchy, but it was
so comfortable. Then she picked up a bath towel and went into the bathroom to shower.

The Queen looked at my erect penis and nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, go to the shoe rack by the door and get a pair of
high heels ." I crawled over, chose a pair of pink embroidered high-heeled slippers, and tried to present them to the Queen with my mouth, but
I couldn't get the two shoes together. The Queen chuckled when she saw this, "Silly slave, you're so clumsy! Can't you bring them one
by one ? Hehe..." Hearing this, I quickly carried the two shoes one by one to the bedside and arranged them neatly.
At the Queen's feet. The Queen took a package from the bedside table, slowly opened it, and inside was a pair of light gray stockings. She
carefully slipped the stockings onto her feet, moved her legs to the edge of the bed, and put her beautiful feet into high-heeled slippers. Then, she gently
stroked my head and said, "The punishment is about to begin! The first is stomping. Lie down!" I obediently lay down on the floor.
The Queen placed her high-heeled foot on my back and began to stomp, harder and harder, but she never
stood up to put all her weight on her feet. After about ten minutes, every inch of my back had been
stomped on by her delicate feet. The Queen then ordered me to turn over, and then stomped... She stepped on my chest, abdomen, and thighs. She
wasn't using much force, and to be honest, I didn't really like her gentle discipline. But her seductive voice and gentle
movements aroused a strong desire in me, making me eagerly anticipate her next move.
About ten more minutes passed, and my front had been thoroughly stepped on by the Queen. Then she changed her tone, grinning maliciously,
and said to me, "Hehe... now we're going to move on to something a little harder, the second item, whipping!"

With that, she picked up the leather whip from the bed, stroked the tip, and swung her arm. "
Snap The whip... A heavy lash struck my chest, and I couldn't help but cry out, feeling a burning sensation.
A bright red welt appeared on my chest. The Queen softly asked, "Can you take it?" I nodded and said, "Yes."
The Queen lashed out again, a second lash, a third… Gradually, I adjusted. I closed my eyes, listening to
the whistling sound of the whip cutting through the air, feeling the stimulation and pain from the Queen's whip. My lower body gradually swelled.
Suddenly, I felt something pressing and crushing my penis. I opened my eyes and saw that it was the Queen's high heel
pressing down my genitals, the toe gently twisting, the heel not… She touched my testicles while continuing to lash me
with the whip, about 20 lashes in total (I lost count from extreme excitement).
The Queen ordered me to turn over, then lifted her foot from my penis. I turned over, and her foot
was placed on my buttocks, her weight entirely on her pointed heel. She twisted her foot while
lashing my back with the whip. I felt much more pain when she whipped my back than my chest
, each lash more painful than the last. I couldn't help but groan. Seeing this, the Queen stopped and gently asked:
"Does it hurt? Since my back can withstand more pain than my chest, I've increased the force of my whipping. Can you bear it?"

I nodded and said, "I can bear it. Please continue your grace, Your Majesty." The Queen began whipping me again. Perhaps it was
the Queen's gentle words that had a pain-relieving effect, or perhaps it was because the Queen had lightened her grip, but the last few lashes didn't hurt
as much . After about 20 more lashes, the Queen stopped, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked me breathlessly, "
Do you feel better?" My lower body suddenly felt as if it were about to burst. The Queen's gentle words, the lack of pain, and the stronger stimulation from the lashes
aroused my lust. My hot, hard penis pressed against the cool ground, throbbing incessantly.
After resting ordered me to turn over. As soon as I turned over, my penis, freed from pressure, immediately became erect
and throbbed. The Queen looked at me with a sinister smile: "Heh heh... the next activity is penis torture and castration, you know
. Let your little brother stand up that high again." As she spoke, she lifted her foot and stomped on my penis, grinding it hard. The hard sole of her shoe
brought waves of tearing pain to my penis. Seeing me constantly frowning, the Queen gritted her teeth and grinned maliciously:
"Heh heh... can't even handle this? There's an even harder program to come." With that, she
lightly kicked my testicles with the tip of her high heel. Although it was just a light kick, I couldn't bear the pain and clutched my genitals, crying out.
The Queen chuckled. She used her high heels to pry open my hands, which were tightly covering my genitals, and then lightly kicked me again. I felt
as if were about to burst under the hard tip of her high heels. I rolled on the ground, and the queen suddenly stepped on my
crotch, the tip of her shoe grinding tightly against my penis, the heel pressing against my perineum. I was instantly immobilized, lying on the ground
looking at the queen with pleading eyes. The queen seemed unmoved, lifting
the high heel and leaning down with a cruel smile on her face: "Hmph... here comes the more intense part." Then
she roughly pulled my hair and lifted me off the ground, making me kneel down. Then she used her high heels to pull on the inside of my thighs
, indicating that I should spread my legs, and then lifted my legs and heavily... She kicked me, and I immediately clutched my groin,
curled up, and rolled to the ground. The intense pain left my mind blank, and I couldn't hear what she was saying.
I just kept groaning. It took me a while to recover from the pain. I had no strength left and lay on the ground like
a dead pig . The Queen gently kicked me, but I was too weak to get up. I writhed on the ground.
The Queen reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. She helped me to the bed and sat me down.
She gently massaged my testicles with one hand. The pain that had been gradually subsiding started to hurt again under her skillful touch. I
groaned and endured the waves of pain she brought me. My desire returned, and my lower body continued to swell.

The Queen stood up, walked to the cabinet, opened the door, and took out a dog leash, milky-white rubber
gloves, a pair of handcuffs, and a small plastic box. I didn't know what was inside. The Queen came to my side,
first handcuffing my hands behind my back, then putting the dog leash around my neck, tying the other end to the bed. Turning her head, she
loudly announced, "This Queen has decided to take in this dog slave and let him sleep in the same room. To prevent him from assaulting the Queen, this Queen will
use needle-pricking castration to eliminate his sexual desire." I watched in horror as the Queen slowly put on the gloves, then opened
the plastic box, took out a steel needle, and, holding one of my testicles in one hand, slowly inserted the needle into my
testicle. I stared in terror at her hand, watching the steel needle between her fingers slowly sink into my testicle.
My heart clenched. But strangely, apart from a slight stinging sensation on my scrotum, I didn't
feel the legendary excruciating pain of needle-pricking my testicle. Had she kicked my testicle to pieces? While I was wondering what was going on, she suddenly
pulled upwards and pulled the needle out of my testicle. I only felt a sense of relief on my scrotum, without
any stinging pain. Just as I was wondering what was going on, she smiled and said to me, "How was it? Did you enjoy that feeling?" I
nodded slightly. The queen smiled and put the steel needle in front of me so I could see it. It turned out that she hadn't actually inserted
the steel needle into my testicle. Instead, when she was fiddling with it, she loosened her fingers and the steel needle
slid out of her fingers, creating the illusion that the needle had pierced my testicle. I breathed a sigh of relief, but a sense of disappointment also arose
. However, my penis remained erect, the glans taut and shiny, with a drop of bright
liquid hanging from the urethral opening.

Then the Queen asked me again, "If I stick the needle in, would you think I'm cruel?" I shook my head
and said, "No, I hope you do it, if you're willing." The Queen smiled slightly and said, "
I won't do that now. I only prick someone's testicles when I'm castrating them, and you're not my
eunuch yet." I begged the Queen to castrate me, but she disagreed, saying, "
You can only choose who will castrate you after the test results come out in three days. I don't have the right to do that now." As she spoke, the Queen untied
the dog chain tied to the headboard, picked up a whip, and herded me into the bathroom. Then she drained the water from the bathtub and made me lie down in it.
Then she lightly whipped me with a leather whip while gently kneading my penis with her high heels, saying, "This
queen is going to let you vent. How would you like it?" I replied, "I love it when the queen uses her high heels to stomp out
my semen, but I've never ejaculated under high heels before." The queen said, "Really? Didn't you
enjoy ?" I said, "During the day, my penis hurt so much under the queen's high heels that I couldn't
ejaculate. Later, I even had to trouble the queen to help me with her hand." The queen laughed and said, "Alright, tonight I'll let you
vent under my high heels." Then she slowly pressed down with her high heels, and she sat on the edge of the bathtub. She
whipped me repeatedly, and under the Queen's whip, I gradually became aroused. I no longer felt the pain in my penis under
the Queen 's high heels; my whole body only felt waves of pleasure.
I felt the slight stinging sensation when the Queen's pointed heels touched my testicles. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my penis violently ejaculated streams of milky white semen under the grinding of the Queen's beautiful
high heels . After I ejaculated, the Queen gently touched
my testicles with the tip of her shoe, then untied the dog leash around my neck, filled the bathtub with water, and ordered me: "Wash yourself clean and
crawl out to await the Queen's punishment." Then she turned and left, listening to the Queen's high heels gently tapping the ground.
The sounds gradually faded from the bathroom. I quickly cleaned myself, dried myself off, and climbed out.
I knelt at the Queen's feet again. The Queen had already taken off her high heels and was sitting on the bed wearing only light gray stockings. The
stockings were stretched taut by the Queen's beautiful legs and shimmered under the light. Before I knew it, my lower body was hard again. When the Queen
saw that my lower body was hard again, she couldn't help but get angry and said, "What's wrong with you? You just ejaculated and you're hard again."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and kicked me in the crotch. My testicles throbbed on her foot, causing a dull pain, but
I became even more excited. My penis started to twitch, hoping that the Queen would continue to kick me with her beautiful foot.

After the Queen gently kicked me a few more times, she led me to the bathroom, made me kneel on the floor, and then began to
vigorously stroke my penis with her gloved hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped stroking and
pressed her thumb firmly against my glans, forcing back a gush of hot semen. The Queen kneaded my
testicles with one hand and gently stroked my glans with the other. Soon I was on the verge of ejaculation again, but the Queen
controlled perfectly, pinching my glans just before I ejaculated. I
hovered on the edge of extreme excitement five times before the Queen finally made me ejaculate. Hot semen streamed down the Queen's hand
. That time I ejaculated for a long time. The Queen pressed her hand against the base of my penis during ejaculation, making me
ejaculate . Finally, my penis stopped throbbing. The Queen took off her semen-stained gloves, threw them in the trash can, washed
her hands, and left. I filled the bathtub with water, cleaned myself again, and climbed... I knelt down beside the Queen's bed
. By then, the Queen was already a little tired. As soon as I entered, she stretched her leg towards my crotch, rubbing my
testicles . Seeing that I didn't get hard again, she tied one end of the dog leash on my stomach to the headboard and said, "This Queen is tired.
Tonight, you will sleep on the floor. If you violate the Queen's body, you will have to face the consequences yourself." Then she took off her
leather jacket and stockings, put on her pajamas, and lay down on the bed. She fell asleep soon after. Seeing that the Queen was asleep, I curled up on
the floor , recalling how the Queen had gently led me to orgasm and slowly drifted off to sleep...

For three days, I served Queen Jane as her slave, enjoying her. During the day, Queen Jane
would take me with her to her office, but she would remove the dog leash. Sometimes, when she was bored, she would order me to take off
my pants , and then she would play with my penis with her high heels. Once, Queen Lice
saw this when she passed by Queen Jane's office and also came over to play with it for a while. That time, I ejaculated at the feet of the two queens. On the morning of the fourth day,
Queen Jane brought me to her office. A short while later, she received a phone call. After answering a few words , she hung up and said ,
"Congratulations, you passed the physical examination. Let's go to the conference room to discuss the specifics of your castration." She then led me to the conference room, and we all sat down. Soon after, several other queens arrived. After they were all seated, a doctor queen handed me an examination form and a surgical consent form. The form stated that I had ruptured both testicles and needed to have them removed. The consent form contained the same information. I excitedly signed the consent form. Then it was my turn to choose which queen would perform the castration. Without hesitation, I chose Queen Jane. Queen Jane sat next to me, and seeing that I had chosen her, she seemed pleased and gently pinched my thigh under the table . After the meeting, Queen Jane took me back to her office and said, "From this moment on, everything about you belongs to me, and you must obey all my orders." I nodded in agreement. The Queen continued, "Your surgery will be scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. You cannot eat during this time , and you cannot drink water starting tomorrow morning. Remember that." I nodded again. Then the Queen took me back to her room. Once inside, the Queen suddenly turned and hugged me, her arms around my neck, and planted a burning kiss on my lips. I was startled by the Queen's action, but then returned her passionate kiss. After a long while, we separated. The Queen, her face flushed with excitement, pulled me to sit on the bed and said, "From now on, you are no longer my slave, but my prisoner. Do you understand?" I nodded in agreement. The Queen continued , "You will be castrated tomorrow afternoon. Do you have any thoughts?" I excitedly replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty , for giving me this opportunity. I am willing to give everything for Your Majesty." The Queen smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about having sex with the woman who is about to castrate you?" I was taken aback. "Isn't it forbidden for the Queen's slaves to have sex here ?" The Queen smiled, her face flushed, and said, "That's because slaves without a confirmed identity cannot have sex with the Queen. You are different. Here, the Queen is allowed to have sex with castrated slaves, and the castrated slave will experience what it's like to have sex with someone about to be castrated."

"It gave him the pleasure of making love with his woman." My lower body became excited, and I held the Queen tightly in my arms,
kissing her sexy and luscious lips. The Queen's breathing became rapid, and she took off her coat with one hand, then helped me
take off my clothes. We rolled onto the bed together... I always thought the Queen was noble and inviolable, so I
was especially excited when I made love with her for the first time. I tried my best to cooperate with her, thrusting hard while passionately kissing
her . With my efforts, the Queen quickly reached orgasm, and soon I also ejaculated... We lay on
the bed in each other's arms, and the Queen whispered in my ear: "The first time I made love with a eunuch..." " It feels so exciting! The thought of soon
being able to castrate this passionate man on top of me, cutting off his testicles and penis, stripping him of his sexual
power—the more I think about it, the more thrilled I get." I kissed the Queen's forehead and asked, "Didn't you castrate men before? Didn't you
sleep with them?" The Queen replied, "No, they're too vulgar. They can't arouse my interest at all. Even if
they demand release, I'll only use my feet to squeeze out their last bit of semen; I won't let them touch my
body . But you're different. You know, the very first night we were together, I wanted to possess you, this
shy..." "Little boy, but I didn't because of the rules. Seriously, did you want to?" I excitedly hugged
the Queen tightly and said, "Of course I did, but I was worried that the Queen would get angry and leave me. I didn't dare to violate the Queen's noble
body."

The Queen reached down to my genitals and gently pinched my testicles, saying, "Silly boy, even if you violated me,
I wouldn't be willing to send you away. If I didn't say anything, no one else would know." I became excited again and
hugged the Queen tightly, kissing her luscious lips passionately again...

The Queen gently stroked my genitals, feeling them slowly becoming aroused, panting as she ejaculated. While passionately kissing her, I
said, "Mmm... the little thing is being naughty again... mmm... let's see if it'll still be
so savage when I cut them off... mmm..." I kissed her as I kissed her and
entered her body again, feeling the pleasure brought by the Queen's gentle hands.

When we got out of bed after our passion, it was almost dark. We had been passionate in bed for almost a
whole day. The Queen was exhausted from my savage thrusting and lay on the bed panting. I went to find
some delicious and bought two bottles of milk for myself to take back to the Queen's residence. We ate dinner together. After dinner,
the Queen wanted me to help her bathe. We both stripped naked and went to the bathroom. I gently wiped her body,
occasionally kissing her earlobe. Unexpectedly, I aroused her again. She pulled me into the bathtub, her delicate hand lightly
caressing my genitals, and whispered, "Little thing, are you afraid of being castrated?" I replied, "No,
I long to be castrated by the Queen." The Queen smiled and said, "I'll suck it dry before I castrate you, I can't
waste such a darling." I kissed the Queen and said, "As long as the Queen is happy, this slave is ready to offer
himself." The Queen gently pinched my testicles and laughed. "You're good at saying nice things." Then, with one arm around my
neck and the other guiding my genitals, she slowly entered me. We resumed our passion in the bathtub
… After our passion subsided, the Queen lifted my chin with her finger and said, "I'm increasingly reluctant to castrate you,
this brave little boy, but I still have to. Tomorrow afternoon you'll be my prisoner. I'll interrogate you,
torture you, and then castrate you. Will you feel excited?" I felt a surge of emotion and replied, "
I definitely will. Please, Queen, castrate me slowly, let me experience it properly." The fifth woman smiled and said, "I
will." "I've decided to torture you for five hours to castrate you." A surge of joy filled me, and I embraced the Queen,
kissing …

The next afternoon, the Queen took me to the underground castration operating room, then to
the bathroom behind it. While washing me, she kissed me intermittently. When she aroused me to the point of ecstasy,
I entered her body once more… After the passion subsided, the Queen carefully shaved my pubic hair with a razor,
then stroked my limp penis, saying, "Now it's spending less and less time on you
." Afterwards, the Queen took me back to the operating room, where she changed into a summer outfit… She dressed me in a police uniform, flesh-colored stockings, and
a pair of beautiful high heels. She handcuffed me and then began to whip and kick
me with her high heels. I endured the pain and excitement the Queen brought me, watching her slowly tie me to the operating table.
Then she said, "The castration is about to begin. Enjoy it." The Queen's hands were gentle, but they still
caused me immense pain because I had chosen castration without anesthesia. When the Queen inserted a steel needle into my testicles
, I almost fainted from the pain. This time it was a real puncture. When the Queen pulled the needle out, a bead of blood
oozed from the eye of the needle. The Queen pricked both of my testicles with needles several times, each time causing me to scream in pain.
Finally, she cut open my scrotum and squeezed out my testicles. After stopping the bleeding, she played with them in her hands
, occasionally pricking them with a needle. I finally couldn't bear the pain and fainted... When I woke up again,
the Queen was still playing with my testicles, but this time I didn't feel any pain. I just felt
a comfortable sensation as she slowly rubbed them in her hands. Seeing that I was awake, the Queen said softly, "You should have
said so earlier if you couldn't bear the pain. I was worried about you for so long. Now it's better. I gave you anesthesia, so you won't feel any pain anymore
." Then she continued to play with my testicles, occasionally inserting a needle. I no longer felt any pain, only
intense visual stimulation of my nerves. After playing with them for a while, she released my testicles and said to me:
"Now, let's move on to the penis." She then picked up a steel needle and pierced my penis one by one until it
was covered in needles. She played with it for a long time before slowly removing the needles from my penis and testicles. Then
, she picked up a scalpel and cut off my testicles, followed by my penis. I watched her
cut off my genitals bit by bit, experiencing immense satisfaction. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment…

After a long while, the Queen bandaged my genitals and helped me to my ward to rest. In the following
days , I silently endured the intense pain in my genitals, cherishing the Queen's tenderness… The Queen
visited me at least three times a day, administering painkillers and changing my bandages; she practically took on
the role . Twenty-odd days later, I was able to walk again. The Queen took me for a walk and asked, "Do you
regret being castrated?" I replied, "No, I'm just savoring the Queen's tenderness. If my…"
"Your genitals can regenerate, I will definitely send them back to the Queen to be castrated again." The Queen glanced at me sadly and said,
"If only they could regenerate, but I will never castrate you again. Now I regret it." As she spoke, her eyes
reddened. I gazed at the beautiful, tearful Queen with deep emotion, gently embraced her, and kissed her passionately...

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