Femdom, Mother/adult son, Castration. I wrote this story years ago under the name Rachel K. It was on various places around the net, but now access is limited behind sign-in walls that I have a hard time navigating myself, so I decided to put it here where it can be read without hassle as I intended. Sigrid's Son Kim stood by the sliding glass doors and looked out across the dark patio. There was his naked mother, bucking and writhing, lying poolside under the muscular brown body of one of his friends. The bright San Diego moon shown down on them, forming a halo around his mother's wavy blonde hair. "Ohhhhh Nickyyyyyy," she whined, "Christ, baby, harder, please harder." Kim reached into his briefs and started masturbating. He knew he was way too old to be doing this. He should be out somewhere with a date of his own, but he just couldn't help himself. As far back as he could remember, Kim had been in awe of his mother's beauty and sensuality. He gasped as she wrapped her legs around his friend's waist and drove him in deeper with her heels. His own legs nearly buckled as he climaxed, shooting sperm all over the tile floor in spasm after spasm. The next morning, under the bright lights in the shower, Sigrid Helstrom took a good look at her body. Nicky had ravaged it. What a handsome, dark young Brazilian he was, and already so well endowed. There were scratches, welts, bite marks, a small bruise or two, and two huge strings of come hanging down from her pussy. She closed her eyes and let the soothing warm water run over her. Her flesh was a little worse for wear, maybe, but she'd be ok no time. At thirty five, she still had the shapely, hard body of a young Amazon. Being an exercise junkie didn't hurt. It also didn't hurt that she'd been wealthy her whole life, having inherited a multimillion dollar fortune from her deceased Swedish immigrant parents. Not many people knew that, or anything else about her personal life. She moved around a lot and saw no point in flaunting her wealth. "Nicky," Sigrid called from the shower, "Go wake Kimmi up. He can fix breakfast this morning." Sigrid smiled as she thought of her only child. When he was born, he looked so tiny, cute, and feminine that she couldn't resist naming him Kim, after a childhood girlfriend. And with his Euro-Asian features, she felt the name was appropriate enough. She worried about him, though. At seventeen, her son was shy, submissive, slight, and although she hated to admit it, not particularly attractive. Not ugly; just not virile, self-assured, or sexy. Not at all like the kind of men, and boys for that matter, she was used to. He was straight, she knew that; she'd seen him try to ask girls for dates, only to be laughed at and mocked. Kim was born when Sigrid was eighteen, the result of a brief excursion through the Philippines. She had lost count of how many men she slept with during that trip. Ever since she lost her virginity in junior high, she had a raging thirst for men of all ages and races; a thirst she couldn't quench and didn't want to. But Kim, whom she loved more than life, had never known such ecstasy. He was so horny and frustrated that even his mother's sex life was fascinating. Hiring a hooker for him was out of the question; that would humiliate her as well as him. Sigrid feared for his future. She knew that physical beauty creates confidence and allows for a full life, while an ugly or a mediocre appearance stunts the soul. Unattractive, passive people are usually pitied more than desired, if they are blessed enough to be noticed at all. Sigrid was determined that her son would be protected from that. She would find a way to help him deal with his frustration and be content with whatever fate had in store for him. "Miss You" by the Rolling Stones was playing softly on the radio as the three finished breakfast in the dining room. Sigrid sat on her lover's lap, across the table from Kim. "Got a girl yet, kid?" Kim shook his head. Nicky called him "kid," even though Kim was two months older. "Kimmy is afraid of girls, aren't you baby," Sigrid teased. "They won't bite," said Nicky. "This one does," Sigrid purred, aroused by the pulsing drumbeat and bass line as she playfully bit Nicky's chin. Nicky pulled her head back by her hair and sank his teeth into her neck. She giggled with delight, knocking over a juice glass with her arm. "Kimber, clear the table now, sweetie," Sigrid said, with a mixture of irritation and lustful abandon. "While you're at it, get me a beer." Kim brought him the beer, but Nicky was too busy French kissing his mother to notice. She put her hand under the table and slowly began to unzip his fly. Nicky leered at his woman and said, "Go to your room, kid." Kim went. Kim sat on the edge of his bed thinking about his mom and his friend. If he could only get a girl, he could be doing what Nicky's doing right now. He thought of some of the girls he'd liked in school. Even though they'd taunted and rejected him, just licking their pussy juice off a finger would be heaven now. He pulled down his shorts and started pumping. He could hear his mother whimper, "Careful, Nicky. It's still sore from last night. Ohhhh...aaaahhh." Kim pumped harder and faster. The cleavage of a girl he'd seen at the mall flashed through his mind. And that's all it took; he shot his load. He'd just started and now he was finished. Damn it, he thought. Nicky would never come that fast. And he had sex with real women, not his hand. Mom was always going on about what a hunk he was and how great he was in the sack. Kim would get a girl himself someday, though. She was somewhere, right now, lonely and frustrated like him, waiting for fate to bring them together. And they'd meet one day, he had no doubt. When Nicky left later that morning, Sigrid walked into her son's room. "Kimber, I need to talk to you. Now, honey, I saw you watching me last night. I know what you were doing then, and I've got a pretty good idea what you were doing five minutes ago." "B-B-But, Mom, I-" "Hush. Just listen for a minute. I know what you did, and I know it's not the first time. I also know that you've been stealing my clothes. I saw you last week when you thought I was out. You were standing in my bedroom mules while holding my panties around your penis and masturbating." Sigrid didn't tell him about all the other times she saw him doing similar things, going back to puberty. "Don't worry, I'm not angry. I know it's been tough for you honey. You're lonely and frustrated. High school was a nightmare. You couldn't a date; you couldn't even get a kiss." "I tried so ---" "I know, baby, I know," Sigrid interrupted.She saw tears in Kim's eyes. "Listen. You've got more free time now that summer's here, and your mother needs you. You're going to stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something useful with your hand for once. You can start by doing the breakfast dishes." Kim was grateful for the chance to do something. He hated that his mother knew was a loser with girls. Kim would have been happy with any of the girls Nicky turned down, but he couldn't even get them interested in him except as a friend. Nicky himself became his friend only because he was good at math and science, and Nicky wasn't. That was until he met Mom, and then he had a whole new reason. Sigrid watched her son doing the dishes. She got one of the housekeeper's aprons, walked up behind him and wrapped it around his waist, tying it in back."Don't get your clothes wet, Kim." Yes, Sigrid thought, this was the best thing for him. Keep him busy, focused on useful if menial tasks. He'd have less time to brood about his plight. Of course, there was still the question of his obsession with her clothes and activities. She might take a different tack there. She knew that forbidden fruit only heightens desire. If he had regular contact with her clothes, laundering them maybe, he might lose his fascination for them. And if he daily played the part of her valet, helping her dress, he might get tired and bored of his fixation on her. She'd end up identified in his mind with drudgery, not titillating fantasy. Sigrid left her son to his chore and returned in a few minutes with a clothes basket. "Kimmi, here's a basket of my dirty undies and stockings. You'regoing to wash these out by hand and hang them up in the bathroom. When you're finished let me know." "Yes, Mom." Kim could hardly contain his excitement. He couldn't wait to touch the garments of his Goddess. Trembling, he picked up one of her black silk stockings and kissed the sole. He rubbed the whole stocking over his face, inhaling the unbelievably erotic scent. He rummaged through the basket and found a white string bikini bottom. There were dried yellow droplets in the lining. As Kim held it tight against his nose and breathed deep, something stuck to his lips. It was a golden hair from his mother's pussy. Kim wished he had all day to fantasize, but he had work to do. Sigrid was sitting quietly in the living room, watching "The Price is Right" with the sound down. She had phoned the housekeeper, telling her to take the day off with pay. If things worked out with Kimber, she'd let her go with a hefty bonus, severance pay, and references, of course. Sigrid had a much bigger matter on her mind, however. Her doctor phoned just after her talk with the housekeeper, confirming what she had strongly suspected. She was pregnant. Christ almighty, she wasn't ready for this. Damn birth control pills! She missed one day, just one day, and now this. Well, she didn't believe in abortion, so she would have the baby. It was Nicky's for sure. He was so potent, possessive, and wild, she hadn't needed another lover for the last few months. There was no need ever to tell him. Nicky wouldn't want anything to do with the baby, and besides, he was moving back to Brazil with his family in a few days. As for Kim, she thought it best to tell him right away; she needed him now more than ever. "Kimber, come in here a minute please." "I'm hanging up your panties, Mom." "And I'm sure you're doing a fantastic job, but it's important. Come here." Kim came in and sat beside his mother. "Now, I want you to listen carefully, baby, ok? Did you hear the phone ring a while ago?" "Yes." "That was Doctor Norris with some wonderful, exciting news. Honey, Mommy's pregnant. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but you're going to have a new little brother or sister. Now, a pregnant woman needs lots of care and attention, and it's going to be your job to provide it. Pregnant women can be bad-tempered, fussy and demanding. You'll have to be extra patient and totally obedient. Are you up for it?" "S-s-sure, Mom," Kim stuttered, a little shocked and confused, but willing to help. "Good boy, Kimmi. Now get back to washing my undies." Later that week, Kim helped his mother get ready for her last date with Nicky. He began by running a bubble bath for her. After Sigrid soaked for awhile, she called for Kim to help her out of the tub and dry her. He was so nervous, he slipped on the wet floor and fell over in the tub as he reached for his mother. He wasn't hurt, but Sigrid was annoyed. She didn't have time for such incompetence. "Kim Helstrom, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful? Look at you; you're clothes are sopping wet. Strip them all off." Kim hesitated. "Hurry up. I'm running late and I need your help." Kim did as he was told. When he removed his briefs, Sigrid snickered and quickly put her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Wow. It's not very big, is it?" Sigrid saw the hurt expression on her son's face and decided to get his mind back on his task. "Well, go ahead and dry me. You agreed to be my valet." Kim took the huge fluffy bath towel and gently began caressing his mother's shoulders with it. He was grateful to be so near to her, the goddess he'd revered his whole life. He moved the towel down to her breasts. In no time he was painfully erect. He was ashamed, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sigrid saw that his penis was throbbing and almost parallel to his body; even so, it was thin and no more than five inches long. He'd have a hard time pleasing a woman with that, assuming he could ever get past first base. As Kim rubbed the towel over her hips and pussy, she couldn't help thinking that this was as close as he had ever been to the promised land, and if things didn't change, the closest he would ever be. As soon as he dried her feet, Sigrid hurried toward her bedroom with Kim following. "Kimber, I want to look really hot tonight. Nicky's leaving for good tomorrow, and I want him to remember me at my best. Also, we might run into those his cute friends of his, and I want them to be envious. You remember Kevin and Juan, don't you?" "Yes, Mom. They graduated this year too." Kim took a "barely legal" black leather miniskirt from the bed and wrapped it around his mother's waist. He had been looking around for a pair of panties when Sigrid smiled and said, "I'm going commando tonight, sweetie." She pointed to a white push up demi-bra hanging on the bedpost. As Kim was fastening it around her, the underside of his erection brushed her thigh. He suddenly realized he was still stark naked. Sigrid flinched and glanced down at her son's little penis. It was still throbbing pitifully, and a thin, short string of pre-cum was hanging from the tip. He didn't have time to be embarrassed; as soon as he had adjusted her bra, Sigrid went to her purse and fished out a condom. She took it out of the wrapper and quickly, expertly put it on her son, much to his bewilderment. "Not that I'm confident you'll ever need one of these, but you're dripping, sweetie, and I don't want you accidentally squirting all over my clothes. Now hurry, and get my top. It's getting late and Nicky will be in the driveway any second." Kim held out a white cropped blouse as his mother stuck her beautiful arms in the sleeves. He quickly began buttoning it from the top. "Whoa, Kimber. Do you think I want to hide this gorgeous cleavage? Start from the fourth button." As soon as he finished with her blouse, Kim followed Sigrid's pointing finger to a pair of three-inch, black stiletto strappy sandals. He brought them over and knelt before his mother, who was already putting on jewelry and make-up and checking her hair in the mirror. She was wearing it long and flowing tonight, looking every bit the statuesque Amazon Kim knew she was. Sigrid lifted her foot and Kim gently placed the shoe onto it. Her perfectly manicured toenails were polished a deep red. He was overwhelmed by love, worship, and as much as he might not want to admit it, lust. Kim couldn't resist. He bent lower and nervously kissed the toes of his Goddess. Sigrid sighed; she wasn't all that surprised. "Oh, my precious, tormented baby," she said, sounding annoyed yet compassionate. "You're Mommy's horny little faun, aren't you. Well, could you please put my other shoe on now? Do you want me to hobble around all night in front of Nicky and his friends?" Kim was grateful for her understanding attitude as he put the other heel on her foot. Just as he was buckling the strap, a car horn blew. "That's Nicky; hurry!" As soon as Kim finished, Sigrid picked up her purse and rushed to the door. "Don't wait up for me Kimmi. Do your chores and get to bed before ten. And please, try not to masturbate. It's demeaning and undignified for someone your age. If you can't resist, and you take a notion to use a pair of my panties, please wash them out right away." Sigrid shook her head and stifled a giggle she walked out the door. "And by the way, you can put your clothes on now." Kim watched as his mother got into the car and rode off with his former schoolmate. Sigrid's son kept his word, remaining obedient and attentive as the months past. He did all the household chores and acted as valet to his mother, helping her dress and undress every day and night. Her steady lover was gone and she was pregnant, but that didn't stop Sigrid from dating. She was seeing both Kevin and Juan, who weren't at all put off by her swelling belly. And Kim wasn't put off by her morning sickness, petulance, sarcasm, and frequent mood swings. He did his best to be patient and solicitous. When she came in late, he'd wake up to undress her and ready the shower or run the bath. He couldn't help noticing the bites, scratches, and occasional strings of semen on her body, and wondering whether it was Juan, Kevin, or someone else who had enjoyed her. Sometimes Juan and/or Kevin stayed overnight. They'd tease and order him around like Nicky did, but Kim never protested; they made his mother happy, and that was all that mattered. As for Sigrid, she felt smug and content knowing that her son was eager to serve her, especially now, when she needed him so much. Kim's weaknesses remained, though. He was still mesmerized by his mother and her clothes, he still masturbated, and he still couldn't get a girlfriend. Finally, six days after her due date, Sigrid went into labor. She gave birth to a lovely daughter with beautiful golden-brown skin, whom Sigrid named Nikki, after her father. Kim wasn't crazy about her name, but he couldn't help loving her with all his heart. After they left the hospital, Kim was so attentive to them both that Sigrid wanted to do something special for him. One evening while she was breastfeeding Nikki in the recliner, she ordered Kim to kneel beside her. She gently cupped the back of his head and brought it to her free breast, saying, "Here honey, you deserve some too. You've been a good son." Kim was ecstatic. He never thought he'd be allowed such a privilege. He took his mother's nipple and let the sweet milk flow into his mouth. As he swallowed, Kim shed tears of thanks and joy. Sigrid was moved, and kissed each of her offspring. "My two precious, beautiful children. I love you both so much." She sensed that Kim would do anything to breastfeed, so she refused him this treat save for rare occasions when he had been hyper-attentive and obedient. One nice sunny Saturday about six weeks after Nikki was born, Sigrid took her family to the neighborhood park. She had Kim dress her in a sexy red tube top, blue satin gym shorts, and white leather running shoes. She was glad she still looked hot. She hadn't neglected her diet and workouts, and her body was almost back to its full pre-pregnancy glory. When they got to the park, Kim opened the car door for his mother before gently picking Nikki up in his arms. He softly hummed Frère Jacques to his sister as she looked up at him with half closed eyes. As Sigrid checked her hair in the mirror on the car door, she caught the eye of a young, tan, broad shouldered, all American hunk. She couldn't resist flirting with him, having been without a lover since Nikki's birth. He swaggered over to where she was standing. The hunk looked at Sigrid and then at Kim and Nikki. "Now, something tells me this kid's not the father, right?" the hunk said, smiling. "No, he's not." "Good. I was about to question your taste." "Kim, why don't you take Nikki over to the duck pond, honey." Kim obeyed. Although the pond was only a few yards a way, Kim had trouble hearing what his mother and the hunk were saying. He didn't need to hear, though. He could see the hunk grab his mother's waist as she leaned into him. If only it were that easy for him to get a woman, he thought. As he tried to focus his attention once again on his sleeping sister, he was distracted by a group of teenage girls standing by the tailgate of a pick-up. A particular girl caught his eye. She looked like an angel. Somehow, he saw something almost supernatural in her face, something he and she had in common, some rare type of loneliness that only their union could annihilate. Kim heard another girl call her "Melissa." He had to try talking to her. It might be crazy, but he just had to. He looked back around at his mother, who was exchanging phone numbers with the hunk. As the hunk went to his car for a pack of Marlboros, Sigrid caught Kim watching the girls. She walked toward her son, and their eyes met. Sigrid knew. She nodded and held out her hands. Kim gave his sister to his mother, and walked toward the pick-up. When he got there, he stood in front of Melissa and started talking to her. Sigrid couldn't hear what he said, although she could see them clearly enough. Slowly, a cruel smirk spread across Melissa's face. The other girls looked down and giggled with their hands over their mouths. While Kim was still talking, his angel drew away from him and cringed with disgust. "Ewww. Go out with you? Get real, piss ant." As Kim limped back to his mother, another girl threw a crumpled Dixie cup at him. For a split second, Sigrid glared at her pitiful, disappointing son. She turned away, and Kim followed her back to the car as she cuddled and talked baby talk to her daughter. She walked past the hunk, who was wearing a smirk himself, having seen the whole thing. Not a word was said on the way home, but Sigrid did a lot of thinking. Things just can't go on like this, she whispered to herself. Today was just the latest humiliating episode in a life of humiliation. Kim was never going to be any different. She had to face that fact, and so did Kim. Nothing she tried had helped in the slightest, but she knew of one solution that would. It was foolproof and permanent, and it had to be done. Her son had to be saved from a life of failure. He had to be saved from himself. Kim carried Nikki from the car into the house and tenderly put her to bed. He felt so ashamed he headed right for his room, but Sigrid stopped him. "Kimber, come here." "Yes, Mom." "These sneakers are a little small and they hurt my feet. Take them off and give me one of your famous foot rubs." Sigrid sat down on the sofa as Kim knelt before her. As bad as he felt, the sight and scent of his mother's pretty feet enchanted him as he removed them from her shoes. It had been a warm day in the park, and her feet glistened with tiny beads of clear sweat. He stared transfixed, forgetting about his task. Sigrid watched, thinking about the first night he dressed her. "You can kiss them if you want." "Huh?" Sigrid crossed her left leg over her right and pointed her left foot toward Kim's face. "You know you want to. Ever since the first night you were my valet, and you couldn't resist kissing my toes. Go ahead, honey, it's ok." Kim cupped Sigrid's foot in his hands. The air he breathed became slightly pungent as he brought it closer to his face. He pressed his lips against his mother's toes and inhaled deeply. Despite what had happened that day, Kim was getting an erection. After a moment of solemn worship, he began planting kisses all over Sigrid's foot. She thought now would be the best time to bring up her solution, while her son was literally at her feet. "Honey, do you know what castration is?" "Yes," Kim replied indifferently, enamored with his mother's instep. "Good. Then you probably know it's been used effectively down through the centuries as a remedy for all kinds of problems and situations. Now don't get upset, Kimber, but I think castration might be the right thing for you." "What? You mean you want to have my balls cut--" "Hush! Keep kissing, sweetheart, and listen. You know how tortured you are. Always wanting and never getting. Those girls laughed at you today, and you've been rejected before, lots of times. At an age when you should be getting it just by snapping you're fingers, you settle for sniffing your mother's panties and pulling on your little penis. And it is little, honey. I'm sorry, but it's true. You're not a stud and you never will be. You're a compulsive masturbator." "Mom, I-- " "Kim, I love you, and I don't want you to have to live the rest of your life like that. It's humiliating to you, and yes, it's humiliating to me. But honey, the good news is, it doesn't have to be that way. The wonderful thing about castration is that it can take those desires away. You won't be humiliated any more. You won't have to worry about getting any because you won't want any. And that's a good thing. Look, you're not an alpha male. You're not the type that turns a woman on. Mommy doesn't want to hurt you, you know that. It's just that you were meant for a different purpose. You can live a happy, useful, dignified life with me and Nikki. Mommy needs you. We need you. Now, what do you say, honey?" Kim didn't care at this point. He'd been humiliated long enough. His mother was right. He might as well have his balls removed and be done with it. "Ok Mom, let's do it." "Good boy! I'll make the arrangements right away. And don't worry about a thing. It won't hurt, and you'll recover in no time." Sigrid knew just whom to call: her old friend, Dr. Mi-sook Yoon. When they were younger, she and Mi-sook spent many a night out on the prowl for men. It was a friendly rivalry, and Mi-sook was the only woman who ever gave Sigrid serious competition. She was a self proclaimed female supremacist, using, among other things, her sexuality as a weapon to seduce and humiliate men. The last Sigrid heard, Mi-sook had yet another weapon in her arsenal: her scalpel. In addition to her regular practice, she performed consensual castrations on adult men-for a hefty fee of course. Mi-sook was happy to hear from her old rival. After Sigrid explained her situation over several long phone consultations, Mi-sook agreed to castrate Sigrid's son. Sigrid was to bring Kim to Mi-sook's Los Angeles office in three weeks where Kim, having just turned eighteen by that time, would sign the papers for his own castration. The surgery would be performed that day. Sigrid made arrangements to take a limo with her son and daughter to L.A, where she'd book a hotel room to give Kimber a few days to recover before the drive back. On the appointed day, the nurse at Dr. Yoon's office greeted them and gently took Nikki from Sigrid's arms. She handed Kim the consent forms which signed without even reading them. Sigrid held her son's hand as they walked into the room where Dr. Yoon was preparing for surgery. "Great to see you, Sigrid." "You're looking as young and pretty as ever, Mi-sook." The two friends hugged as Kim sat down on the paper-lined table. "Kim, did you shave yourself, take the tranquilizers this morning as I prescribed, and have you already started your antibiotics?" "Yes, ma'am." "Excellent." Sigrid and Dr. Yoon helped Kim remove his clothes. There he was, naked and clean shaven in front of his mother and her old friend. Maybe it was the cool room or some lingering anxiety, but his scrotum tightened up and his flaccid penis shrunk even more right before their eyes. It looked like a turtle's head trying to retreat into a non-existent shell. Kim was beyond embarrassed. "Awww, you were right, Sigrid. He does look like a child down there." "Yeah, he's still my baby." Sigrid stood at the head of the table behind her son and let him lean back against her. She put her arms around his shoulders and lovingly held him firm. Dr. Yoon spread Kim's legs out and put his feet in stirrups at the sides of the table. He could feel his penis lengthening a little as Dr. Yoon taped it to his abdomen and swabbed his scrotum with a disinfectant. "Now honey, these anesthetic injections are going to hurt, but after that, you won't feel anything. Hold him tight, Sigrid." The beautiful Korean doctor stuck her needle into her friend's son three times: twice below Kim's waist into each of his spermatic cords, and the third into the lower center of his scrotum. The first injections made him wince and the last one made him whimper. Sigrid wanted to comfort her son, so she shifted her body to the side, opened her blouse, and exposed her left breast. Kim turned his head, latched onto her nipple and began to suck. "Oh, I see he really is still your baby!" Mi-sook said, as she grinned and winked at Sigrid. Kim tried hard to take the pain, but each injection seemed to go on forever. Finally, the doctor said, "The toughest part is over; now we wait for the anesthetic to take effect." Kim calmed down and enjoyed his mother's sweet milk as she and as Mi-sook talked over old times. After a few minutes, Dr. Yoon started to prod, squeeze, and prick Kim's testicles. "Did you feel that, Kim?" Dr. Yoon asked repeatedly. Kim rapidly shook his head "no," each time without turning away from his mother's breast. When she was satisfied he could feel no pain, Mi-sook began castrating her friend's son. Sigrid watched closely as Mi-sook made an incision in his scrotum. She spread the skin and there lay Kim's left testicle, vulnerable and glistening. "Ah yes, here we are, a pretty pearl ready for the harvest," Dr. Yoon said. She maneuvered the testicle out, stretching the spermatic cord. Kim felt a slight tug but no pain. "So that's what they look like," Sigrid said, fascinated. Mi-sook cut away a bit of the outer covering to show Sigrid the naked testicle itself. "I didn't know they were so pale. Kimber, honey, are you sure you don't want to look? It might make you less nervous and afraid." "Maybe later," Kim muttered, his mother's nipple still in his mouth. Mi-sook began clamping and tying off the cord. "Is that where his sperm comes up from? Came up from?" Sigrid giggled at her mistake. "Yes, and as we discussed on the phone, after we're done there will only be prostate fluid when he ejaculates. And as his hormone levels drop, that will happen less and less. Finally, maintaining an erection will be difficult, perhaps impossible." "Hear that, Kimber?" Sigrid said blithely. "You won't ever have to be humiliated again. You'll be free of a troublesome drive you're not man enough to satisfy. Right, Mi-sook?" "Oh yes, honey. We must face facts. You're much too small to please a woman. If by some miracle, a woman besides your mother or doctor ever saw your penis, she'd only laugh at you. There's no need at all to put yourself in that position. Besides, you have a much more important job: serving your beautiful mother and sister." Mi-sook cut away Kim's testicle and dropped it in a pan. Kim flinched a little as he heard the sound. It was really happening now, and he felt his eyes welling up. Kim's body recoiled slightly as Dr. Yoon released the cord. Sigrid watched as Mi-sook spread the incision again, exposing her son's only remaining testicle. She pulled it away from its pouch and started tying off the cord. Sigrid was surprised at her own reaction: her panties were soaked, her breasts were heaving, and she was on the verge of an orgasm. While her son was losing his sexuality, her's was on overdrive. Kim felt his mother's nipple get harder in his mouth and she felt his tears on her breast. Sigrid started kissing Kim's cheek to comfort him. "It's ok, baby. It's just about over. You're going to be happy now, and so will I. You'll be my contented, devoted, eternal virgin son." Kim barely heard her. He was dreaming his beautiful dream, one last time. A girl was with him, walking hand in hand through a park on a warm spring day. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed; her mouth was so warm and sweet. He could feel her heart racing as he held her tight. Their bodies thrust lightly into one another and ...THUNK: the sound of flesh on metal as his other testicle dropped in the pan. It was over. His vision shattered into a thousand pieces with that sound. He felt his mother shuddering, and he knew she'd just climaxed. Well, he thought, at least one time in his life, a woman had an orgasm because of him. Dr. Yoon made sure that what was left of the cords was properly in place and began to close the incision. Kim slowly turned his head around. The blood nauseated him at first, but he continued to watch as his empty sac was sewn up. His fate was sealed now, and he knew it. He'd have to make the best of it, and he'd better start right away. "See honey, it's over. Now, admit it, it wasn't so bad." "No, Mom, it wasn't. And you're right. It's the best thing for me." "Of course it's the best thing, honey," Dr. Yoon chimed in. "Just listen to your mother, and you'll be happy." After being bandaged, cleaned, and allowed to rest for a while, Kim was asked if he was ready to get up and get dressed. Dr. Yoon and Sigrid each held an arm and helped him off the table. He was sore but not as uncomfortable as he'd feared. Mi-sook gave Sigrid instructions on Kim's post op care and on what behavioral and physical changes to look for. "I know we've discussed these things already, but I just want to remind you what to expect. In a few weeks, Kim will experience symptoms similar to menopause. He'll have a decreased libido of course, and perhaps some depression and hot flashes. He'll also lose some physical strength, and he'll need to take calcium supplements to avoid bone loss. Weight gain and a loss of energy are probable, but these can be managed with proper diet and exercise. He'll likely become even more docile and obedient, which I know is a plus for you and Nikki. As for mental abilities, it may be a little harder for him to concentrate sometimes, and he might become disoriented occasionally. His ability to remember could decline a bit, as well as his aptitude for mathematics." Kim winced when he heard that; he'd hate to lose his knack for math. But it didn't really matter. He knew he wouldn't need any more than basic arithmetic to keep house, baby sit, and be a valet. "Also, he'll likely lose what little muscle mass he has, and his genitals might shrink even further." Dr.Yoon turned to Kim and cupped his chin in her pretty, petite palm. "Of course, a tiny penis is nothing new for you, is it boy," Mi-sook teased. Kim smiled and turned red. "Tell me Sigrid, how was he able to masturbate with that little thing?" "Good question; but getting hard and tugging on your little pee pee won't be so easy now will it, Kimmi," Sigrid said with affectionate sarcasm. Kim turned even redder. "Here are his antibiotics and painkillers, along with detailed instructions for post-op care. In the unlikely event that he still has a strong libido after a reasonable period of time, we can discuss penectomy. It would completely remove any possibility of humiliating behavior." Kim turned pale when he heard that. "If there are any problems or you have any questions, don't hesitate to call." "Thank you so much, Mi-sook." "No problem. Please keep in touch, Sigrid. We've still got a lot of reminiscing to do!" Sigrid held Kim's arm as they walked out the door toward the waiting limo. The nurse carried Nikki and helped place her in the seat between Sigrid and her son. They were quiet as the car started down the tree-lined street toward the hotel. Nikki cooed and smiled while Kim caressed her head with his fingertips. As he gazed into her beautiful brown eyes, he was overwhelmed with love and fierce devotion. No doubt was left. He knew his purpose was to care for his sister and make life easier for his mother. And now, for the first time, he was completely at peace with it. A tear streamed down his cheek. Sigrid smiled at Kim and brushed the tear away. She knew he would be her gentle, obedient son forever.