The Decision, A Femdom by Chris Bellows
The fabulously wealthy Genevieve Templeton Von Kraft acquires a strapping young male, Nicholas Strothers, to be presented to her daughter for her eighteenth birthday. But there is a decision to be made...should the human gift serve neutered or intact? Thus, the male subordinate must suffer the utmost in female caprice...lying stripped naked while his teenaged owner judges whether to snip or not to snip. While awaiting the decision, Nicholas Strothers is subjected to the ultimate in psychological duress...not knowing whether his maleness will survive. The Decision, A Femdom by Chris Bellows
Bizarre medical procedures assure that Nicholas Strothers fully understands that his new owner is in earnest. Intense suggestioning and indoctrination videos assure he will adequately fulfill his role. Being afforded the opportunity to beg and grovel to save his prized male possessions assures that he will entertain his owners and tending handlers.
Bondage, sensory deprivation, extreme scenes of body modification, profound humiliation, moderate pony play, strong scenes of medical control, all combine to make this graphic tale most entertaining for the afficionado of feminine dominance.
The asylum staff has once again permitted Chris Bellows to utilize the wordprocessor. The result is a typically lurid Bellows' fantasy with extremely dominant females tormenting hapless males. Readers will find the ending to be diverting...be prepared to make a decision of your own.
“Your owner has to decide. That’s when I suggest you become most humble and contrite. But then again, she may not want that. She may want a subjugant who is more of a fighter...a gladiator. One who resists...willing to verbally thrust and parry to keep his most prized possessions. You’ll just have to do your best if you wish to remain intact.”
“But how long?”
“In making the decision? Oh, you’d be surprised. Just as your scrotum is immersed in special solution now, I’ll have a similar basin waiting with a very antiseptic liquid. Believe it or not, all the ducts, nerves and vessels stretch beautifully...they unravel like slack electrical extension cords. Just think...these little organs will be completely exposed but still functioning. And you’ll be able to move a little but, obviously, not far...don’t want to leave these behind...”
The doctor laughs with the thought of the disastrous implications of the hapless male ignoring his circumstances and neutering himself by moving off sans gonads.
Meanwhile, her patient cringes.
“But how long?” he beseeches again.
“Could be days. We keep everything quite sterile. As I said the incisions will be small, and I can keep them open indefinitely. The laser scalpel nicely cauterizes as it cuts. There will be limited bleeding. I am told by other patients that you will feel coolness where never before felt. The wafting of air in places and on parts never before exposed. You will feel incredibly vulnerable...completely helpless...which is our intention, of course.”
The doctor steps forward noticing that the anxiety has brought full erection. Young nurses seem to walk past more slowly in admiring the male salute to the governing female.
“Yes...you’re going to feel wonderfully controlled. You’ll need assistance in evacuating your bowels while awaiting the decision. And you’ll be catheterized...our special form of catheterization, by the way. But, otherwise, we will remove all straps, and you’ll be able to move about as best you can....as long as you keep these immersed. A nurse will help you if your muscles cramp up. We’ve taken some on a little walk from time to time. It’s awkward but not impossible.
“Think of these as becoming a rather peculiar leash.”
The doctor laughs uproariously in referencing balls about to be foraged by the laser scalpel; her interlude of humor augmented by the sight of the fully standing penis.
“So glum? Take heart. It could be that the decision is to let you remain intact. In which case, I simply slip the testes back in place and suture. Otherwise...with just a snip, snip, snip, you may be freed of your leash...permanently. Either way, you’ll feel quite relieved.”
The doctor chuckles and turns to leave as a stern nurse approaches.
“Catheterize him. Lot’s of liquids. Drain him at your leisure.”