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.