Castrated by The Office Girls by MartinOOOO@hotmail.com I, a Domineering boss am humiliated, defeated and castrated by my office girls I was appointed Managing Director of a large firm in Devon just 6 months ago. I came from London with a reputation for both technical and personal skills. I would describe myself as a 46-year old man, tall (5'11"); slim (10½ St); a full head of greying hair, large dark brown eyes, a deep, masculine voice; and attractive to girls who seem to become very submissive to me without question. I like young, very slim or positively skinny, waif-like girls and was hoping to meet some in Devon. One can imagine my delight when the outgoing MD showed me into my office with its huge oak desk and the picture window to the "Virgin's Club". When I asked what that was the MD took me to the window that looked into the General Clerical Office - and I saw, to my pleasant surprise, at least a dozen young, slim, pretty girls in there. He explained that the Personnel Director had a weakness for pretty young, waif- like girls and he had recruited lots of them into the company. Unfortunately, he had got one of them pregnant and they both had to leave the company. I started to settle in and started to meet the "Virgin's Club" girls as they came into my office frequently to do filing, bring me messages, ask me for instructions, access the safe, and a myriad other things. I noticed two girls immediately. The first was Jacomina, a slim gorgeous looking girl of only about 5' tall. She is both extraordinarily beautiful and amazing pretty with an elfin face, deep blue eyes, an explosion of golden hair, and a constant "naughty" grin on her face all the time that seems to both challenge and tease the recipient. Jacomina has a "bubbly", personality, always laughing and grinning. The MD had warned me about her, saying that she was the unofficial leader of the girls, an inveterate bully, and very dangerous. Apparently even her boss was afraid to "cross" her. The second was Danielle, 5'2", extremely thin, with brown hair, brown eyes, and not particularly pretty, but with a sweet, timid, girlish innocence and submissive vulnerability. As soon as our eyes met I had a disturbing feeling felt that I had known Danielle all my life. We seemed to be drawn to one-another and I engaged her in conversation as much as I could while maintaining a proper distance. She has a very demure, submissive, gentle and sensitive demeanour but clearly has confident intelligence behind that. She has a very slight, almost unnoticeable speech impediment that seems, curiously, to beguile me and increase my feelings of male protectiveness towards her. As I talked to Danielle, I found myself gazing at the tightness of the black satin stretched around the small, delicate, slender roundness of the sides of her chest (she doesn't have prominent breasts) and wanting to hold her in my arms, feeling the delicateness of her body. I found myself speculating, too about the slimness of her waist and the girlish narrowness of her hips. She seemed to respond to my attention to her, and return it in a very natural and sincere way. However, I had to be careful to keep a little distance, as I did not want to look like an old fool "chatting-up" a young girl. My first mistake was when Jacomina came into my office and announced "I am Jacomina, shall I call you Brian?" I fully intended to tell her that she should call me Mister Cooper, as everyone else did (although some called me "Sir"). Somehow that response seemed too pompous and found myself saying "Yes, call me Brian". I felt strangely out-manoeuvred by Jacomina. Soon all of the girls called me Brian, and I felt that it undermined my authority. My second mistake was when a pretty, meek little 13-year old called Gina on a work- placement from school asked me, in front of the whole clerical office, if I approved of her wearing her hair in two plaîts. I have a weakness for plaîts as they evoke a strong emotional and tactile response from me as I long to hold them and stroke them. Unfortunately, I gushed like a schoolboy, saying how lovely and feminine they looked and how, of course I approved. The next day Jacomina came in with her hair in two enormously thick golden plaîts, and within a week every girl in the officer had them. Some girls with shorter hair had only little pigtails, and some had only bunches, but all of them did something. I was extremely flattered and gratified in a way, but my instincts told me that something was not quite right about it. I put it down to Jacomina's manipulative nature. My very worst error was when Jacomina turned up at the staff party as if she were dressed for a night-club: a tight ciré "crop-top" showing off her belly button (and stud), and a matching ciré micro-miniskirt that was really far too short. Jacomina just brazened up to me and asked me what I thought about her outfit. Now ciré has always been my favourite material because it has that shiny, wet-look, and yet, unlike PVC, it soft to the touch - when worn tight on the female body there is nothing like it for sexiness and tactile pleasure. Stupidly, I admitted my "weakness" (and weakness is an accurate description) for ciré, silk and satin to Jacomina, and on being pressed, I said about miniskirts, " if a girl has the legs for it, the shorter the better. " Jacomina then announced that their boss had told her that the outfit was inappropriate. I should have told her that I agreed with their boss, but there was something oddly intimidating about Jacomina and I just shrugged it off. Again I knew that Jacomina had succeeded in bullying me. Within days every single girl in the office was wearing shiny, wet-look fabrics and a fashion war had broken out with them vying with each other to wear the shortest skirt. One word from me and I could have put a stop to it, but I was enjoying the sights too much and was not feeling confident about "crossing" Jacomina. I talked about this at length with Danielle and she admitted that she was afraid of Jacomina, begging me not to cross her. I was getting on so well with Danielle that I didn't want to prejudice that by upsetting the girls. I was still terrified of looking foolish by asking Danielle out and being rejected, but I thought about her constantly. I longed to take her sweet face in my hands and kiss her inviting lips. I realised that she was my soul mate - the girl that I had been looking for since I was 12 years old, but had never found until now. But she was 17 and I was 46 and I was too scared of rejection to tell her. One day I was standing near to the door of my office when Jacomina walked in. She just sat on the edge of my desk and leaned back wards. The hem of her tiny black ciré skirt rose up her thighs until her shiny white satin panties were clearly on view, but she seemed not to notice. I deliberately looked away to avoid the embarrassment of being caught looking, and then focussed on her face. Jacomina is breathtakingly pretty, especially when her angelic face is framed by those two thick golden plaîts and those deep blue eyes are looking at you. I was mesmerised by her perfection. She looked away from me with studied unconcern and I fell into her trap. My gaze was pulled back to the tantalisingly white shiny triangle of her panties and the creamy white roundness of her thighs and knees. I noticed the small pale mounds of flesh on her thighs just below the panty-line and I stared at it all longer than I should have done. I looked guiltily and quickly to her face to see if she had noticed where I was looking, but she seemed deliberately to be looking away. I looked back and, God in heaven, the sight was so sexy that I couldn't help licking my dry lips as I felt the stirrings in my underpants. I convinced myself that she was deliberately letting me have an eyeful by pretending not to notice what I was doing - it was as if we were together in a conspiracy, our little secret. I was too week to resist the temptation and the trap. I was firmly in the grip of her female power over my male urges. I looked up again, only this time to find myself transfixed and challenged by Jacomina's wonderful startlingly blue eyes and my comfortable feelings were deflated in an instant. As our eyes met, my awful shame hit me like blow with a rush of blood to the head, my whole body suddenly hot, my face flushed and sweating. The look of utter sneering contempt on Jacomina's pretty face bit into my soul as she said, with a scornful laugh, "Are you getting a hard-on drooling over my crotch?" When she pushed herself off the desk and I felt a deep and bitter disappointment at having such a lovely sexy sight taken away from me. Without waiting for an answer she just walked out of the room leaving me stunned; then ashamed, then humiliated and confused. I shouted after her "Prick-teaser!" But the shame was all mine, not hers. Worse, I had a hard-on threatening to expose itself; my balls ached dully, hanging heavily in my pants; a deep hunger for sex was tickling in my belly; and there was a dreadful itch in my mind where her beautiful contempt had bitten me hard, leaving a deep wound that might never heal. I just couldn't shake off the urges and emotions welling up inside my body. I sat down at my desk and furtively pushed a handkerchief down my underpants, folding it up over the glans of my penis. Then, leaning back in my chair and with my hips hidden under the desk, I gently rubbed my cock and enjoyed the thought of rubbing it on Jacomina's shiny satin-covered belly with my balls banging against her invitingly feminine crotch. My breath became ragged as I rubbed faster and faster. My back arched as I saw Jacomina's sneering, contemptuous, but beautiful face swimming before my eyes, tears streamed down my face and I began to sob as I ejaculated, imagining my male shame sploshing all over Jacomina's delightful panties and belly. I felt the hot spunk on head of my penis, held against it by the handkerchief, and waves of orgasmic pleasure exploded from somewhere near my spine right up to my head. I hadn't had an orgasm from masturbating for months so this was a delight that I took my time with, until one last shudder told me it was over except that I was still panting loudly. Suddenly, I felt guilty and glanced over to the picture window. Horror! I though that I saw a face there, but only for a second and then it was gone. Had one of the girls seem me disgrace myself? I felt a sharp pang of fear, but then succumbed to the languid relaxation that followed the satisfying release of sexual pressure. Later that night I had palpitations when I thought who could have seen me, but I eventually banished those terrible thoughts from my mind on the basis that I simply couldn't cope with the awfulness of them. I felt that Jacomina had callously used, abused and shamed me. A week after the incident with Jacomina, Danielle invited me to stay late at the "CIub" as the girls planned a little entertainment. As I entered I saw that Jacomina was sitting on a table, with her back against the wall, supported by cushions. She called me over. As I approached, she did it again! She slid backwards, exposing her thighs and her provocatively bulging white satin panties. I suppose it must have been because she had already "softened me up" that I just ogled at the delicious sight in front of my eyes and the pleasure of my illicit masturbation came back to me. My erection returned with a vengeance. "We saw you wanking over my panties", she said loud enough for everyone to hear. I was stunned with shock, but felt my face glow bright red with shame. "No, I..." But I just didn't know what to say. Then she stuck her tongue outside of the corner her mouth and panted, jigging her open fist up and down in a parody of male masturbation and then laughing, but looking to the other girls for support. They laughed and giggled too. I was utterly appalled, realising that I was the "entertainment", but I just stood there like the fool that I was. She said, "Do you want some of this, Brian?" as she ran her finger along her panty, leaving a crease pushed inside her pussy. I just couldn't find the strength to tear my eyes from the sight of her enticing pussy- crease, but I tried to stammer a denial. Then she took my hand and placed it on her feminine, rounded knee, and I knew I was done-for. Before I knew what I had done, I was caressing both of her knees and moving up to her thighs, gently brushing my fingers along those little pale mounds at the top of her thighs and sobbing with anticipation. "Oh, No!, No, please!" I moaned. But I pushed one finger along her wonderfully silky pussy-crease, another along her pubic mound, feeling the delight of her femaleness. Then I placed my hand over her belly and pressed against her pubic bone rubbing silky skirt against silky panty and enjoying the firm, silky, slick sensation. Jacomina clearly enjoyed it too. "He knows what he is about, girls, she said laughing in my face. I tried to say "panties", but it came out as a sob. I tried again and it came out as "P p p Panties!" and I fell to my knees to kiss her panties, running my tongue this time, along the crease. As I did this, I felt hands undoing my shoelaces and my trousers. I looked up at Jacomina's face and I just melted in her angelic gaze. She ripped off her top and started rubbing her tits. Then she lent forwards over me and dangled her beautifully shaped titties in my face. Like everything about Jacomina, her tits were fabulously shaped and firm, narrowing in the middle as they hung down and then thickening and turning upwards towards the nipples, which were huge, red, and erect! I nibbled her nipples and she reacted with sharp little sighs. I must have spent five minutes licking, caressing and sucking those gorgeous wobbly breasts, oblivious the rest of the world. Then I moved gradually down her chest and belly, caressing and kissing her knees and thighs again, before approaching what seemed to attract me like a magnet, her shiny inviting crotch, and the hidden little jewel beneath her panties. Someone was asking me to lift my legs so that they could take off my trousers and pants. As my pants came down my prick dangled hard as iron between my legs and my bollocks felt like huge swinging weights. "Please, Oh, Please", was all I could say. Jacomina understood, pulling her panties aside to reveal her hairless exquisite femaleness, the perfect flower of her girlhood. I licked six or so times, inserting my tongue into her slit and running it up and down, Then I gently rolled her lips between mine alternately, sucking then up inside mine. Jacomina made "Mmmmm..." noises of pleasure and writhed about. I knew what I had to do and moved up to the top of her slot, probing my tongue deep inside her, reaming her, and then in and up forcefully against the roof of her cave, where I pushed it as hard and for as long and as I could. She moaned appreciatively and then I found her enormously large trigger, sucking it in between my lips and then "pinging" it out with gently but firm pressure. She squealed like a little piglet and shouted, "Don't stop!" pulling the back of my head further in between her legs. I "pinged" again and again until Jacomina shuddered, clasping my head in a vice-like grip between her thighs, and her back arched and her whole body shuddered. I felt her juices running down onto my face - then she went limp and still. I came up, panting for breath. "That was good, Brian!" she said as I stood up and she was panting too. Jacomina's blue eyes were staring at the enormity of my rock-hard maleness. I pleaded with her; "Please, Oh pussy, please please let me come inside!" gazing adoringly at pussy. I was then that someone gripped my testicles and massaged them gently. I looked around and saw, to my horror, that it was my sweet Danielle. Jacomina shrieked "My God, I'm not having that awful thing inside me, I'm a virgin and, anyway it's too big - it'll split me in two!" All I could think of was ramming my bursting cock into Jacomina's pussy and giving her my spunk deep inside her belly. I grabbed Jacomina's two plaîts in my two hands and tried to mount her, but she pulled her panties over her girlhood and looked determined. Danielle tightened her grip and I was helpless, balanced between the pain in my testicles and my urgent need to penetrate: total frustration! Jacomina took hold of my cock and started caressing it, then wanked me. "Oh No, Please, the shame!" I wailed, and I could feel the burning of my urges coming along the length of my penis, my balls bouncing about delightfully against her hand. Seeming to relent, Jacomina gripped the head of my penis between her thumb and forefinger to stop the flow and, at the same time, Danielle squeezed my bollocks harder until I screamed in agony. The temptation to come receded for a moment. Then as the rush of my rampaging sexual urges threatened to overcome the pain, I arched my back ready to let-go, I looked alternately at Jacomina's angelic little face and the shiny, silky-satin bulge of her femaleness between her legs. I tried to stop myself from surrendering, but couldn't prevent the loud sobs escaping my lungs and my tongue protruding out of my mouth. My eyes were glazed and my face set in a rictus of sexual need and my toes were flexing uncontrollably. I could see the smug look of total victory on Jacomina's face as she touched the head of my penis with her finger. Danielle increased the pressure and I thought I might pass out from the pain. It was the triumphant look on Jacomina's pretty little face that did for me - she had vanquished me and she knew it! Oh Blessed relief! The first explosive glob of hot semen felt like heaven and hell ripping and searing out of my come-hole like white-hot lead as it ejaculated so far that it splattered Jacomina's tits. I suffered the indignity of begging her not to stop and she obligingly wanked me some more, thank God! With a long drawn out guttural grunt I pumped out my degrading male shame, filling her belly-button to overflowing, all over her skirt, and, satisfyingly, all over the shiny, satin mound between her legs. It seemed to go on forever and it was such an amazingly beautiful relief! Then it was over and I needed so much just then to cuddle Jacomina, to hold her in my arms and kiss her sweet little face and to caress her buttocks, her panties, her belly, her tits and her chest. I needed to grope her plaîts while I looked at her face and pleaded for forgiveness. But Jacomina was not even looking at me, she was laughing and looking at her friends who had gathered around and was picking up globules of my semen, still hot with my passion, showing them to everyone with long glistening "strings" attaching them to her belly and panties. When her eyes did meet mine they were filled with scorn and contempt. I was stung with ignominious shame and shock and disappointment. I just kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over and was racked with sobs, tears welled up and rolled down my face. All I could think of to do was to gather up my clothes and run, red-faced, sobbing, utterly humiliated and naked from the room, under the gaze of the cruel, despising, crowing Jacomina, and the giggling, pitying girls. Danielle came into my office and cuddled me, comforting me while I sobbed with shame and hurt and kept saying "Sorry". She told me that Jacomina had publicly humiliated many men like that before and said that she was terribly sorry that she had taken part in what had happened to me. Jacomina also physically dominated the girls and made some of them lick her pussy. She said that men's egos were so fragile that mine must be utterly crushed, but that I would get over it eventually by blanking it from my mind. She told me that she would cuddle me and love me until my ego was mended. I asked her if she enjoyed seeing men humiliated by women, and she said that she did, she had fantasies of female revenge. I asked her if she had enjoyed what had happened to me, and she admitted, hesitantly, that she had. "I'm glad", I said. I admitted to her that I was secretly a writer of erotic female revenge fantasies and we agreed to read them together. We kissed gently and tenderly and fell asleep in one another's arms. Danielle moved into my flat and we lived together after that. We did not have intercourse, I was too traumatised and mentally bruised to do that, but we re-enacted my stories and masturbated each other and kissed and cuddled and slept together. In the weeks after my public disgrace, one by one the girls, under Jacomina's direction, humiliated me in front of all the others at the Club. Gina, the little schoolgirl (the original one with the plaîts) surprised us all by whipping my naked backside until I cried with pain, the tears rolling down my cheeks. Then she smacked my bollocks until I howled and begged for mercy. She kept doing it until, eventually, I exploded all over the carpet. Little Jennifer wrestled with me and defeated me at every turn. I was helpless as she took advantage of my masculine weakness, my testicles, to make me submit, crawl, grovel, beg and plead until she had me in a 69 position, my tongue deep in her pussy, while she held my balls in her mouth. As I licked I realised that, if she came, she would quite likely emasculate me - and it was that thought that made me come, gushing all over her tits. She knew what had made me come, too, which was doubly humiliating. Kerrie with her dark hair and pretty face would melt any man's heart, but she made me penetrate her from behind while she crushed my testicles unmercifully. She turned her face around to allow me to kiss her and I pleaded with her to castrate me before she let me come inside her. Blonde Kate tied me up and then teased me for hours until I just let go and disgraced myself by dribbling down my leg while she laughed scornfully at my indignity. Sweet Caroline just kneed me in the bolllocks. She kneed me and revived me again and again, sneering in my face until, eventually, I creamed her knee, great globules of my spunk running down her leg, which seemed to satisfy her immensely as she wanked herself off immediately. Little Jen was only about 14, one of the work experience girls. She simply teased me, she undressed me naked but wouldn't take any of her own clothes off, she led me on and on until I shamefully soiled her skirt and then she giggled uncontrollably showing her soiled skirt to everyone. Every one of those pretty little, innocent and vulnerable looking little girls found a new way to shatter my male ego, degrade me, grind my male pride into the dirt, humble, shame and humiliate me. Soon all had taken their turn and were coming back for another one. Danielle stood by me, but every night I was tormented by awful shame, humiliation and deep, visceral fear of being exposed for what I was. Danielle was worried about my sanity. Then one night I found the courage to tell her what I really wanted, something that would solve my problems. I asked her to arrange for the girls at the Club to castrate me! Danielle tried hard to talk me out of it. I did want to keep my manhood both so as to enjoy my humiliation again and again, and to be a man for Danielle, the girl I loved. But the powerful allure of the final masculine thrill and humiliation was too much for my weakened mind. Eventually Danielle agreed on the proviso that she did the deed herself. As I walked into the Club every single one of those beautiful young girls looked at me and giggled and I felt as if my whole body was hot with both shame and lust. I wanted every one to shag me in her own way. I walked into a little cubbyhole and changed, emerging wearing just my black ciré thong. Waves of hot flushes cascaded around my body. Several of the girls ogled my muscular maleness admiringly, masturbating themselves and shouting anti- male insults. Danielle lay on the heap of cushions on the table looking beautiful, submissive, innocent, and doe-like, like a bride waiting to be raped on her wedding night. She was wearing her hair in two delightful plaîts that rested on her chest and they moved with her breathing. She had a bright red shiny silk top, so tight that I could see her erect nipples. Her skirt was of shiny black ciré and so short that the hem had risen to rest tight over her belly and my eyes were fixed on the provocative bright red silky bulging triangle beneath it. She was my idea of heaven and I was sick with love for her and sick with lust for her. My erection arose for her and burst out of my thong. There was a collective sigh of anticipation from the girls. Jacomina undid the thong and smacked my bollocks playfully but painfully, then held the thong aloft as a trophy of her dominance. I waddled to Danielle, my enormous erection bobbing uncomfortably and ridiculously in front of me, my huge bollocks swinging and banging between my thighs. As we embraced and kissed gently I caressed both of her plaîts, rubbing my hands along their lengths in tactile delight while the head of my penis rubbed against her skirt- clad belly. I rubbed and groped my hands along her satin-clad chest and sides, savouring the delicate smallness of her body while she groped my chest quite violently. She pushed her chest hard against mine so that I could feel her little silk-covered tits and hard nipples squash against my naked, bony chest. We both moaned with the pleasure of it. I nuzzled her forehead, neck, cheeks and lips, and rolled her lips between mine. I cradled her delightfully firm little silk-covered breast-buds in my hands, then we lifted off her top and I gently massaged her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers as she writhed in pleasure. She lay face down and I nuzzled her backbone, bone by bone, from her neck to her sacrum, and back again. She turned over and I caressed and licked and nipped her tits, her nipples, her chest, licking each space between her prominent ribs; then her belly button, her belly, her knees and her thighs. Danielle has the most beautifully erotic porcelain-white delicate thighs that I have ever seen and her tight, shiny, red panties were stretched very tightly over her enormous, soft, inviting, hard mound of Venus. Her knees and thighs and little thigh bulges are all thinner and more subtle than I have seen on a girl before, but the bulge between her legs is large and fleshy, but firm. I was overwhelmed with sexual hunger for her. I was in utter bliss when I pushed my tongue into her pussy crease, enjoying the silky feel of it. I tried to pull the elastic of her panty away from her belly with my teeth so as to see down to my heart's desire, but she pushed me away. "No, I am ready", she said. I lay on top of her, my penis on her skirt, pressed between us and sliding deliciously against her skirt and panties, while my balls bumped against her pubic mound. When I said "I want you, Danielle, I love you" I knew that she knew that I needed her both emotionally and physically. I marvelled over her lovely, delicate, feminine little hands and slender wrists, I kissed them passionately. She and slid her hand down to cradle my balls and I felt insane with the need of her. Danielle puled her panties aside to reveal her perfect flower, then took my penis and guided it into her sweet portal of love. She was tight, hot and moist as I slid my length deep into her belly until our pubic bones ground together with only the fabric of her panties and skirt between us. I grasped her tight little bottom, kneading the enticing skirt over silky panty while she groped my spasmodically flexing buttocks hard. I could feel that, in this position, with her hips on a couple of cushions and her legs dangling over the edge of the table, my shaft was exciting her clitoris. Our naked chests squashed her little titties so hard that I could see that it must have been hurting her, so I gently rearranged her little tits so as to be more comfortable for her. Danielle was aroused like a wild tiger, writhing sinuously and thrusting her thighs upwards as we ground our bodies together, ciré sliding over silk sliding over flesh. She pushed her tongue greedily deep into my mouth and I did the same as we both tried to penetrate, melding our bodies together. All this time my bollocks had been knocking against the edge of the table and I had to say "Please, Danielle, hold my bollocks again." Danielle saw what was happening and, reaching behind her with one hand, and grabbed my bollocks, stretching my scrotum out as far as it would go. I saw Jacomina put the knife into her other hand. I lost my mind, thrusting deeply and trying frantically to obtain yet deeper and deeper penetration as she matched my rhythm, making very loud, high-pitched little squeals. I wanted desperately to ejaculate, feeling as if there were an over-extended and straining balloon of hot lead in the end of my penis - pulsating with heat and pressure and threatening to burst. Deep in my viscera a delicious and fatally powerful cocktail of emotions was driving me: all-consuming lust, awful frustration, tender love, gut-wrenching fear and a hunger for ignominious humiliation. I pleaded with her " Please, defeat me, Danielle, my love, Castrate me when I come" I bit into one of her plaîts and waited for the ultimate indignity. I could actually taste my own fear in my mouth. I felt the numbing coldness of the knife against my scrotum and the stinging feeling of a cut, blood welling out. I wanted more than anything in the world to savour the smug little girly look on Danielle's dear sweet little face of her female victory and my male defeat. It was the gift of that very look on my darling girl's face that pushed me over the edge. With a violent, frantic thrust into that wonderful soft femaleness, I felt the burning hot balloon of passion burst, my hot spunk gouting deep in her belly. Danielle grunted and said "Brian, I can feel your hot spunk inside me" as she lay back to enjoy it and went quite still except for the pulsating waves inside her vagina, gripping and holding my penis. That goaded me to one final thrust, feeling the hot juices milked out of me by my voracious lover. The spunk splurged through my come-hole in spurts coinciding with waves of pure joy emanating from the base of my spine and rippling to my finger-tips and toes in the most powerful orgasm that I have ever experienced. I wanted to give her every last drop of my love and my passion. I saw Jacomina hold a tin plate under me. I felt my testicles go completely numb as my love emasculated me, my girl unmanned me, Danielle cut my bollocks off in the final male humiliation, the ultimate male thrill and I surrendered my inferior maleness to her conquering femaleness. I heard the tinny thud as my manliness fell onto the tin plate that Jacomina was holding. Then I experienced the most wonderful shame of meekly watching Danielle pile delicious humiliation on humiliation. With a coquettish giggle and triumphant grin, Danielle held up my precious vanquished jewels as her trophies for all to see, then put the man-meats into her mouth one at a time, crushed them in her teeth, and took her time in chewing them with obvious enjoyment and gusto. Then, Oh then! Swallowing! Oh the perfect, glorious, heady, emotional soul-consuming thrill of thrills to have the very essence of my manhood ripped humiliatingly from my body and eaten by my female conqueror, my dear love! This was everything that I had always wanted and the sense of humiliation was simply delicious and fulfilling. At the height of my passion I told Danielle that all I wanted now was for her to slit my throat, slaying me at my happiest moment, held in her arms, gazing adoringly at her face as I died vanquished, humiliated and defeated by my lover, yet loving and loved. We lay happy and contented, kissing and cuddling for what seemed like blissful hours until we fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up next to Danielle, and with a terrible ache in my balls. My balls? Yes, I am still a man (with a small but painful cut in my scrotum). Danielle had tricked me! She explained that they had kept the all-metal table knife in the freezer before the event and the frosted metal had made my testicles go completely numb so that I thought they had been cut off. The "testicles" that she had eaten were red grapes! Danielle and I cuddled one another and talked for ages about our love for one another and our emotional and sexual needs and we worked out a solution. Now, once a week, we go to the Club and act out our fantasies and at other times we make love at home. We are both turned-on by her humiliating me in front of the other girls and also by her watching the other girls humiliate me. At first Danielle was jealous of Jacomina, but eventually accepted her and as they became close friends, she enjoyed watching such a beautiful girl humiliate her man. For her part, Jacomina has become more attentive to me and, after I broke her virginity in a another mock castration session, she told me that she loves me. One day when my tongue was up in Danielle's pussy, Jacomina tortured my bollocks until I screamed for mercy. Then, almost squeezing my bollocks into oblivion, she brought me to ejaculation and swallowed every drop of it, while Danielle brought her to an explosive, shatteringly satisfying climax and fucked my face to obtain her own - all at exactly the same time. I have to confess that I watched Jacomina's beautiful face and those piercing blue eyes with loving awe and pulled her plaits roughly, wanting to deliver up my shameful spunk to her. The three of us enjoyed a cuddle and a kiss afterwards and told of our love for each other. Jacomina has moved in with us now and we live as a threesome. Now the girls bring the occasional male guests and, sometimes they even have male wrestlers. Seeing these big strong men beaten and abused by their delicate waif-like little girl opponents arouses us all. We get a thrill from seeing the look on the girls pretty, sweet little faces when they win and our lovemaking afterwards is extra passionate and satisfying for us. Once a year we perform our special play for the Club:- "Danielle and Jacomina the Gladiatorix Defeat the Male Gladiators and Castrate Brian, the Leader of the Males With His Own Sword Before Killing Him." Beaten and humiliated in a sword fight, and then in unarmed combat, forced to submit to humiliation after humiliation, I am one of six defeated male gladiators lying dying at the feet of our female conquerors, Danielle and Jacomina. They dispatch the other men, castrating them first to the delight of the crowd, and now turn on me, the leader of the vanquished males. Danielle and Jacomina strut and pose and preen. They hold up the severed remains of my manhood, cut with my own sword, for the chanting, stamping, jeering female audience to see, and then they eat one each. Each has one foot on my chest in the victory pose, my male shame and her own ejaculate dripping off her panties onto my face. Danielle slit my throat and everyone listened to my death-rattle of love as my lifeblood seeping into the dust. I always have an earth-shattering ejaculation at that moment, followed by a long, productive and satisfying orgasm, ending up with a chest and belly full of spunk. Sometimes I fall into blissful sleep on the spot. The Virgin's Club has gone from strength to strength and I realise now that, in fact it is Jacomina who recruits for it, and that she has always done so. She obtains a particular pleasure in finding the most, silly, innocent, weak, waif- like, vulnerable, timid, pretty, giggly little girlies to satisfy my need to have Danielle watch them defeat and humiliate me and to watch Danielle do the same to me in front of them. It is a good life, and I am glad that I am still a man, and so are Danielle and Jacomina!