Giving Up a Ball for Lindsey (Lindsey and Mia)

Drew took a deep breath before he knocked on the hotel room door. He wondered if he could really go through with it. But he knew that he at least had to knock after he had come this far, not only all the way physically to finally meet Lindsey in-person, but also so far mentally since he met her last year in an online group for ballbusting kink. She had told him how excited she had been when her husband had to be castrated after a mishap but how much she wished that she could experience breaking a guy’s ball herself, even just one. Even though he tried to fight the feeling, the idea excited him. And now, here he was, outside the door of a hotel room in Lindsey’s city, ready to give her the chance to ruin one of his balls. He exhaled and knocked with a trembling hand as his heart pounded in his chest. 

“Come in!” Lindsey called, and Drew obeyed, stepping tentatively into the ultra-deluxe suite. He had expected her to be standing, maybe in heels that would partially compensate for the height difference between them. Instead she was casually stretched on a couch in the suite’s central room. 

Afternoon sunlight streamed in from the room’s glass wall and accentuated her smile as she looked him over with a slightly amused smile. As Drew took in her powerful legs, though, he realized that her greatest power wasn’t physical. She looked like she might have enough physical strength to overpower him and make him a eunuch then and there if she wanted, but, at a more basic level, what was most awe-inspiring about her was her attitude: not just her willingness to use men’s innate weak spots to her advantage but the aura of relaxed authority about her that made Drew’s will seem to wilt before her.  

“Umm, hi,” Drew said sheepishly as he watched her stretch her legs and arch her bare feet languorously. 

“You actually showed up,” Lindsey laughed, “I wasn’t sure you’d have the balls to.” As Drew’s face reddened, she added, “Of course, you won’t have them for much longer. Not both of them at least!” 

With that quip, she hopped spryly up and Drew felt a wave of exhilaration and nervousness as she confidently strode into his personal space. “So,” she said holding eye contact with him, “Did you obey the first part of our agreement?” 

Drew reddened more and instinctively looked down at his feet. But because Lindsey was standing so close to him now, he found himself glancing at the swell of her chest beneath her shear, white button-down top. Now more embarrassed, he made eye contact again and stammered, “Yes, I did.” 

“Well, let’s see!” Lindsey prompted impatiently. 

Drew took a slight step back and unfastened his shorts, allowing them to fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, he tried to avoid looking directly at Lindsey for fear of judgement as he removed his boxers. 

“Oh good!” Lindsey exclaimed as she observed the small, tight fitting cock cage that was keeping his dick soft and pushing his balls forward so that they presented a compact package framed in front of his muscular thighs. “You did just like you said you would,” she smiled, “Now, hand over the keys.” 

Drew did so, and Lindsey immediately grasped the lock atop the cage, letting her hand bush teasingly against his balls as she did so. They were small, but not as small as she feared they might be, and she enthusiastically wondered how big she could make them swell before she finally broke them. Drew’s excitement at the fleeting feeling of her hands working near his most prized organs was quickly overshadowed by a more powerful feeling as he heard the click of a new lock on the cage.  

“There we go!” Lindsey said cheerily, “Now I don’t have to worry that you might have a secret key hidden somewhere. It’s all mine now!” 

“Yeah,” Drew stammered, “I understand. I want you to feel safe.” 

Lindsey giggled. Despite what she said, the cage had nothing to do with her safety. If he tried anything, she would just collect her prize early. But she didn’t think he would. Instead, she had insisted on the cage because, as Mia had suggested, staying in a cage through the whole process would keep Drew in a mindset that would make his de-balling easier. And, indeed, with the new lock in place, Drew already felt even more under Lindsey’s control than he had when he first entered the suite. 

Drew stood there self-consciously for a moment, unsure if he should put his shorts back on now and feeling a tickle in his abdomen that told him that if the small cock cage were not keeping him soft, he would be rapidly growing in response to Lindsey’s evident enjoyment of his discomfort. “Uh, so, um, what should we do now?” he asked. 

Lindsey gave a little shrug and gestured toward an adjoining room, “Come in here. I’m hungry for breakfast.” 

Hesitantly leaving his shorts and boxers behind, he followed her into a room that turned out to contain a kitchenette and table. Like the rest of the suite, it had been designed with windows that bathed the room in light, which gave it a relaxingly open feel but also made Drew even more self-conscious to be in only a t-shirt, socks, and a cage that felt increasingly snug while he watched Lindsey’s canvas shorts shift on her hips as she led him in. 

“For some reason,” Lindsey said in the teasing tone, “I feel like scrambled eggs! Make me some, will you?” 

“Yes, of course,” Drew said and got immediately to work preparing an omelet with ingredients from the fridge. As he cracked the eggs into the pan, he couldn’t help thinking of the similar fate that he knew was in store for at least one of his nuts. Somehow he managed to push the idea to the back of his mind while the two chatted and he made her breakfast. When he set the omelet and fresh brewed coffee before her, though, the bemused look she gave his crotch confirmed that she had been thinking the same thing. 

“Sit down,” she said pleasantly, but the table only had one chair. Seeing his confusion, Lindsey pointed to the floor at her feet. 

“Oh, uh, yeah, ok,” Drew said as he lowered himself onto the cool linoleum. With a few quick and precise gestures, Lindsey wordlessly positioned Drew with his legs spread, so that she could rest her elegant right foot on both of his balls comfortably (for her) while she ate. 

“So,” she said between satisfied bites, “which ball do you want me to break.” 

“The left one, please,” Drew said unable to make eye contact as he did so. Lindsey pressed her toes into both of them, moving them around to feel their shape and size as Drew squirmed slightly. 

“The left one feels smaller,” she said icily. 

“Yeah, it is,” Drew reluctantly admitted, “but…” Whatever he was going to say was lost in a deep, panicked groan as Lindsey’s foot compressed his right ball against the linoleum. 

“Ok,” she said perkily, “I’ll think about it.” 

“But…” Drew gasped as Lindsey shifted more force to his trapped right ball. 

“Don’t argue,” Lindsey said in a reasonable, almost sweet tone, “You should be thankful that I’m only going to break one. You’ll just have to live with whichever one it is, ok?” She punctuated this sentence by shifting her weight suddenly to his left ball instead, causing him to yelp in startled pain. 

“Yes, ok,” he managed to pant despite the intensifying pain. 

“Good,” Lindsey smiled, reducing the force, but distributing it now to both balls. “Tomorrow morning,” she went on, “we’ll go meet Mia so you know who will be removing the ball after I destroy it. She’s a very experienced urologist and can answer any questions you have. Then, I’ll have some fun, and when I’m done Mia will fix you up!” 

As she calmly explained this, she rhythmically pumped her foot into the squishy orbs. Looking up at her, Drew felt himself becoming less able to resist her with every pulsing pain, as if his independent will was ebbing away with each push. 

Finished with her eggs, Lindsey ordered Drew onto all fours so that she could rest her feet on his back while she finished sipping her coffee. The two began to chat as casually as a woman can chat with her footrest. Lindsey occasionally rose to refill her coffee while Drew remained on all fours. Retuning with her last cup, Lindsey stealthily positioned herself behind Drew and gleefully lined up his right ball (the one he wanted to keep) in front of her. Setting her coffee down, she drew her foot back in near silence and delivered a kick that sent Drew’s nuts flying forward. The intensity of the pain for which he was totally unprepared reduced him to a quivering heap on the floor. 

“Breakfast’s over,” Lindsey laughed, “That was just a preview of tomorrow’s scrambled eggs. Now get dressed and go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

\~ 

Back in his own hotel room that night, Drew apprehensively examined his balls for any signs of serious damage. The relief that swept over him when he determined that they were only slightly swollen underscored for him how much he wanted to keep both of them. Even losing one would do irreparable damage to his self-esteem. But, he tried to reason with himself, just having one won’t be that different. He would still be able to get hard, cum, and even father kids. But he knew that he was lying to himself. He would always feel like less of a man if he let Lindsey ruin one, and he knew that afterwards he would feel even more intimidated by her superiority than he already did. 

Then his mind drifted to the expressions of joy that he had seen on her face when she had teased and played with him. Remembering the way that she seemed to glow with happiness as he looked up at her after the surprise kick made him suddenly feel that one ball would be a small price to pay to make her even more happy. 

Drew looked dejectedly at the new lock that she had put on his cage. If she hadn’t done that, he probably would have broken down at that moment, gotten the emergency key, jerked off while thinking about the day’s events and then, with a more clear mind, probably have left with both of his nuts. But he knew there was no chance of that now. Fantasies of her smiling face as she used him as her half-strated footrest flooded his mind. Maybe if he was good, he thought, she might even let him fuck her. 

\~ 

Lindsey picked him up early the next morning and drove him to Mia’s clinic because she had correctly sensed that if she relied on him to meet her there, he might get cold feet and run. They did not look at all out of place in the clinic’s lobby, which was crowded with men who looked anxious sitting next to women who occasionally smiled knowingly at one another with expressions that hovered between amusement and delight. 

One guy, who looked not much older than 18, appeared especially uncomfortable. He shifted continually in his chair and looked up eagerly each time he sensed movement at the reception desk. Meanwhile, the girl sitting next to him, who judging from their similar age and features must be his twin sister, looked utterly bored as she messaged on her phone and periodically rolled her eyes. 

When a slender woman in white medical garb entered the waiting room, the guy asked hopefully, “Is it finally my turn?” 

“Not yet. I’ve told you already to be patient,” Mia said sternly before turning to greet Lindsey by saying, “It’s so good to see you again! I’m glad I’ll be able to help you out! Let’s get Drew in for his consult.” 

As the two women hugged, Lindsey whispered, “Thanks for getting us in early! I think he’s going to back out if we don’t do it quick!” 

“It’s my pleasure.” Mia said softly, pulling Lindsey further aside so that no one else could hear, “Besides, I need something to kill a little time. Do you see that guy? He got referred to me as an emergency. Apparently, his sister’s been studying self-defense and twisted his balls really well! If his primary care doctor’s correct, the blood flow is totally cut off and in about 30 more minutes, both of his nuts should be dead. So I moved you and two other patients ahead of him.” 

At their restrained laughter, the sister, who sensed that the women were talking about her looked up, and Mia nodded encouragingly. The girl let a broad smile cross her face before she went back to posting pictures of her brother with captions about what a baby he is. 

Mia then turned her attention to Drew. Knowing that things would go more smoothly if he was reassured, she addressed him soothingly: “Come on back now. You have nothing to worry about; I’ve done this a hundred times.” 

In the consultation room, Mia told Drew to remove his pants so that she could see what she would be working with. This was entirely unnecessary, but it amused Mia and amplified Drew’s insecurities as the two women surveyed his caged cock and vulnerable balls. Mia rolled Drew’s balls between her fingers, gently at first but then squeezing until Drew squirmed and pressed up on his tip toes. 

“They both seem fine and health,” Mia commented, “You shouldn’t have any problems at all regardless of which one you lose. You probably won’t even notice a difference. I’ll prescribe some pain killers that I want you to be sure to take regularly. There is no sense trying to be macho by ignoring the pain when you lose a ball. I’ll refer you to my colleague, Dr. Sanchez, who will help you mentally adjust to your new role. But, honestly, I don’t think it will be that big of a deal.” 

Drew asked a few questions about what would happen and if there were any risks, but his humiliation and the residual pain from how tightly Mia had compressed each of his balls made him feel more like ending the meeting as soon as possible than learning more of what was ahead for him. 

Mia explained that if Lindsey ruptured one of Drew’s balls, she could bring him to the emergency desk. Mia’s twin sister, Mini, would be working, and they should tell her that Drew had suffered a bike-riding accident. Mia would then see them privately, and if she confirmed that the ball was ruptured and couldn’t be saved, she would remove it. 

“Don’t worry too much,” she added in a sympathetic voice, “I’m very good, and I’ve saved a lot of pretty mangled balls. So, there’s a good chance you’ll leave here with two working balls after all!” The thought lifted Drew’s heart and made him eager for the encounter with Lindsey. Maybe they would both get what they wanted: she might get to break one, but he might still keep it after all, thanks to Mia. He looked at the urologist with overwhelming gratitude, tears misting the corners of his eyes. 

Before ending the consultation, Mia wanted to do a sonagram on each of Drew’s balls, just to confirm that it wouldn’t make a difference which one Lindsey focused her attention on. She allowed herself the fun of compressing his balls a few more times as she applied the gel and passed the sonagram wand over his organs. She showed both Lindsey and Drew the normal blood flow on the monitor and printed out images showing two perfecting healthy testicles. 

“One last thing before you go,” Mia said, addressing Lindsey, “I want to show you how to check to see when you’ve damaged him.” 

“Good idea,” Lindsey said eagerly. 

Lindsey took Drew’s balls in her hands, gently, and Mia softly put her own hands on top of Lindsey’s, guiding them. “Do you feel the smooth sides?” Mia asked in a low voice behind Lindsey’s ear. 

“Mhmm,” Lindsey nodded in assent. 

“When you rupture one,” Mia continued, “it won’t feel smooth there anymore. You’ll feel the rupture and the contents spilling out.” 

“Mmm,” Lindsey murmured happily while Drew tried not to focus on the conversation but to enjoy the feeling of their hands, telling himself what they were doing was for his safety, to make sure she stopped as soon as she damaged one. 

The pleasure that he was grasping for didn’t last long. Mia asked, “Also, do you feel how firm they are now?” and pressed together with Lindsey’s hands until Drew had to bite his lip to prevent himself from screaming. “When you succeed, they will feel more like mush.” Lindsey gave a soft sound of pleasure. 

“And one last thing,” Mia said with a confiding tone that she knew Lindsey would understand, “Do you feel here?” She slowly maneuvered Lindsey’s right thumb back and positioned her nail slightly pressing into a mass at the back of Drew’s left ball. “That’s the epididymis. Do you understand?” 

Lindsey did understand. The two women had discussed in detail how this was the weakest part of the male anatomy, where the pressure of a fingernail could easily castrate a guy. Lindsey became acutely aware of the warmth of Mia behind her and realized that the two women were breathing in unison. A feeling of bliss spread through her body with each breath. 

Finally removing her fingernail from Drew’s epididymis, Lindsey laughed to herself that he didn’t realize how close he just came to losing a nut. But there was no rush. She would enjoy taking her time. 

Mia led them out through the lobby. The young man was looking green with nausea and his sister was looking a bit more entertained now. “Is it my turn yet?” he asked pleadingly. 

“Oh goodness,’ Mia exclaimed, “that consult took more than 30 minutes. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. I have to see one more patient, but I should be able to get to you after that.” She then added, to the girl, “I can tell this waiting is boring for you. I’ll try to finish your brother up quick once I get him back there” and winked. 

\~ 

Lindsey’s hotel was only a few blocks from the clinic and within minutes the two were back in her sun-soaked suite. Drew was trying to focus on taking slow, regular breaths to avoid a panic attack. He kept reassuring himself that Lindsey might not really be able to break one, and if she did, Mia might be able to save it, and even in the worst case scenario, he would still have one left. Every time he almost convinced himself to back out, he thought about how much he would regret not experiencing at least one kick from Lindsey’s powerful legs and the chance to see her glow with joy. 

Lindsey told Drew to take off all of his clothes, which he did with no resistance, blushing much less than he had the first time she’d order his pants down. As he peeled off his t-shirt, Lindsey noted his muscular arms and chest. She smiled inwardly thinking about how his defined musculature would disappear almost as quickly as his self-confidence once she had emasculated him. 

“You want me to try to break the left one?” she asked playfully. 

“Yes,” Drew admitted softly. 

“It’s smaller so, I’ll need good aim; don’t blame me if I miss,” she joked, “Also, you owe me an apology: I hurt my foot on that cage when I kicked you yesterday.” 

“I’m sorry!” Drew exclaimed in genuine sympathy before thinking and adding, “We can take it off now, right?” 

“In your dreams,” Lindsey snorted. “No, I’m putting these on,” she said gesturing to a pair of riding boots, “They have steel toes. I’ve got to keep my toes safe right?” 

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Drew said nervously, “But won’t that maybe damage, uh, both of my, uh…” 

“Stop worrying,” she laughed as he trailed off, “It is very rare to break both balls with one kick, and I’m not that lucky! You saw Mia teach me how to check, I’ll make sure that you will be ok.” 

“Alright,” Drew said with a deep breath. 

Lindsey spread his legs and lined up her shot, aiming carefully for the right ball she had promised to try to avoid. She drew her leg back, and their height difference meant that the steel toe of her boot was traveling at maximum force when it slammed into Drew’s crotch. He collapsed to the ground and curled up, dry heaving. He was thankful that he had taken Lindsey’s advice and not eaten anything since yesterday morning otherwise he would be vomiting. 

As he whimpered, Lindsey reached down and yanked at his left nut, squeezing it hard. “It seems to be fine,” she said in a disappointed voice, as she watched Drew’s body convulse with pain.  

“You,” Drew gasped through tears, “You… mostly… got the… right one.” 

Releasing his left nut and squeezing the other one, she was excited to immediately feel that it was swollen and deformed. 

“I’m sorry,” she said sweetly, “stand up and I’ll try harder to get the left one this time.” 

Drew slowly managed to return to his feet, and almost as soon as he was standing, Lindsey’s boot again crashed into his nuts, again, mostly hitting the right one. Again, Lindsey squeezed his left nut, which although a bit swollen still felt disappointingly intact. Drew could only moan and convulse as she squeezed his right nut again, definitely feeling it lose its structural integrity. 

“I’m so sorry!” Lindsey exclaimed, “I think I got the right one again, didn’t I?” 

Drew moaned affirmatively. 

“Omf! It just hangs lower, and now that it is so swollen it keeps getting in my way!” Lindsey explained, “stand up and I’ll try again!” 

But Drew couldn’t stand, so Lindsey walked slowly behind him and quickly kicked his sac repeatedly as he tried to clutch it between his thighs. 

Laughing, Lindsey bent down again. She could tell just by looking that his right nut was ruptured, so she focused solely on his left nut. She squeezed it viciously to make sure that Drew was utterly incapable of protecting himself while she moved her fingernail to the place Mia had delicately showed her. After a brief pause to savor the significance of the moment, she pressed her fingernail in and felt the ball separating from the cord. Drew’s scream of agony merged with her joyful exclamation of triumph. 

“I think I did it!” Lindsey informed Drew brightly, “Let’s get you back to Mia so she can fix you!” 

Drew could barely take in what she was saying, much less respond, so Lindsey simply hefted his quivering form into a wheelchair that Mia had leant her and hauled him to her car. 

\~ 

Back at the clinic, two nurses helped to get Drew out of the car while Lindsey checked in at the emergency desk. 

“Perfect timing!” Mia said, rounding the corner to great Lindsey, “I just finished up with my emergency patient.” Lindsey noticed the glass jar in Mia’s hand with two small orbs floating in it and smiled at the significance immediately. 

Lindsey told the story of Drew’s unfortunate bike accident to the waifish woman working the emergency desk, who looked pale and horrified with each detail. Lindsey mused that Mia’s twin sister clearly doesn’t have the same enthusiasm for damaged balls that Mia does. But the thought was interrupted by the sound of Mia’s cheery voice talking to the girl who had been waiting with her brother. 

 “Your brother is recovering right now,” Mia was saying, “You did that self-defense move perfectly! As I suspected, I couldn’t save either of his balls. He probably won’t want to see them, but I thought you would. If you don’t show them to anyone, you can keep them, ok?” 

As Drew was wheeled in, the girl was happily posting pics of the jar to the great amusement of her best friends. 

Once Drew was situated in the sound-proof exam room, he managed to keep himself conscious by focusing intently on Mia. He had to know if she was going to be able to save his ball. He couldn’t see the sonagram as the two women stood in front of it whispering, but Mia brought him an image showing two badly damaged balls. 

“This is going to be a challenge,” Dr. Jenn said seriously, “Lindsey did a very effective job here, but I promise you I will try my best to save them.” She was very well practiced at saying this sort of thing, and she didn’t even crack a smile until she had administered anesthetic that would keep Drew unconscious for much longer than she would need to do anything Lindsey might want. 

“You really did do an effective job,” she said beaming at Lindsey, “Come and feel this: the left testicle is completely detached.” Lindsey’s hand met Mia’s on Drew’s purpling sac, and she indeed felt how she had severed the ball. The two of them could now roll it anywhere in the sac unimpeded. 

“You can’t repair this, right?” Lindsey asked. 

“Well, I could probably repair it, but I’m one of the best surgeons there is,” Mia said with a bit of professional pride, “but reattaching is a long, intricate procedure, and frankly it’s exhausting. You don’t want me to reattach it, do you?” 

Lindsey laughed, “No, of course not! I was just curious about what would have happened if I had taken him to another clinic.” 

“To be honest, most surgeons wouldn’t even try to reattach it. I’m sure no female surgeons would: it just isn’t worth the trouble. Here, let me open this up and I’ll show you.” She picked up her scalpel and then, seeing the look in Lindsey’s eye asked, “Would you like to do the cutting? It’s easy.” 

Lindsey eagerly agreed, and under Mia’s encouraging guidance opened a slit down the middle of Drew’s ball sac and fished the detached left ball out. She remarked on how smooth it felt. 

“Yes,” Mia said, “It is a good specimen. A little smaller than average, but, at the time you severed it, a perfectly healthy functioning testicle. Here, drop it in this jar. The formaldehyde solution will keep it looking fresh for display. Also, once they soak in the solution, reattaching them is totally impossible.” Lindsey dropped it into the jar and smiled as she imagined all of the little cells dying. 

As Mia helped Lindsey maneuver the still-attached right ball out of the slit, she explained the severity of the rupture, pointing with her scalpel to the tear Lindsey had created in the tunica albuginea and the mass of tissue and fluid that was oozing through it. 

“This is another injury that could go either way. If I was really motivated to repair it, I probably could; a lot of surgeons probably couldn’t, so great job again! Even if it could be saved, it would lose significant mass.” 

“What do you mean?” Lindsey asked, intrigued. 

“Anything that spills out of the tunica albuginea has to be removed before you can stitch it back up. I’ve seen guys go from having eggs to having peanuts. It’s a pretty amazing change. Some guys say that they wish I had left them with nothing at all rather than shriveled raisins. Do you want to see what saving it would look like?” Mia was eager to show off her skill to Lindsey, so she was glad when Lindsey said she wanted to see the surgery. 

“Surgeons are trained to close a rupture up as quickly as possible because movement and pressure can lead to more loss of mass, like this,” Mia said as she delicately took Lindsey’s hand and placed it on Drew’s damaged ball, showing her how to apply gently increasing pressure until she felt the ball literally deflating between her fingers. 

By the time she managed to make herself stop, Drew’s ball was less than half its original size and Lindsey’s heart was pounding. She rested her free hand on Mia’s hand, which was still clasped calmingly on the hand that had just squeezed more life out of Drew’s wounded nut. 

“You can finish it off if you want,” Mia whispered in Lindsey’s ear. 

“No,” Lindsey said, “I want to leave something.” 

As much as she would have enjoyed flattening the ball in a shared grip, Mia was glad to be able to display her surgical skill for Lindsey. Efficiently, she cut through and discarded the mass of tissue distending from the ball and stitched up the tear. 

“See how talented I am,” she said with pride, “It looks ridiculously small now for a full grown man, but even with this small remainder, his body can still get testosterone and he still has the chance to impregnate a woman. So, it is up to you now: should I sew the sac back up, or do you want both of them?” 

“Of course I want both of them” Lindsey said, surprised that she even had to say. 

“I assumed so,” said Mia, “But I believe it’s important to double-check with the woman in charge whenever I’m removing functioning testicles. Would you like to do the honors?” 

Lindsey took a pair of medical scissors from Mia and grasped Drew’s remaining ball, pulling the cord taut before she snipped it and dropped the now-useless organ into the jar to make a pair. 

Her husband had ruptured sooner than she had planned, and his castration had happened so quickly that she hadn’t had the time to savor it as much as she wanted to. As she watched Mia stitch up Drew’s empty sac, she was overjoyed knowing that she had been fully responsible for his emasculation, from coaxing him into the idea of risking a ball, to breaking his delicate little organs, to finally making the snip that fully neutered him. She had taken the fate of his balls fully in her hands and ended them exactly how she wanted. 

\~ 

As Drew regained consciousness, Lindsey and Mia's concerned faces slowly came into focus. Both were looking down at him with intense pity. Lindsey was the first to speak: “I have some bad news for you Drew, I broke both of your balls.”  

“Are they ok?” Drew asked in groggy panic, “could you...?”  

“No,” Mia cut in, in a consoling but firm tone, “Lindsey broke them beyond all hope of repair. You were effectively castrated by the time I snipped them.”  

“I didn’t mean to!” Lindsey protested believably, “You know I wanted, but I honestly tried to just break one. It was those boots I was wearing to protect my toes, I couldn’t aim right!”  

She had such sympathetic anguish in her voice that Drew stumbled over himself as he said, “It’s ok, it’s not your fault, you didn’t mean to, I knew it was a risk, I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” Even through the haze of sadness and overwhelming loss that Drew felt descending over him, he still found himself in the thrall of Lindsey’s personality and anxious to please her.  

“I hope you also understand that, even though it was an accident, I’m still happy that I finally got to turn a man into a eunuch,” she said, allowing herself a small smile, “and I’m going to be so proud showing my new little trophies off to all my friends.”   

Drew’s eyes widened in horrified disbelief as Lindsey help up the small jar with the remnants of is testes. The reality of his situation was finally inescapable. At the same time, seeing her triumphantly displaying his ruined manhood made his subservience to her seem even more inevitable.  

 “I understand" he said softly before hesitantly asking, "Do you think I could still make you scrambled eggs and be your footrest?”  

“Sure,” said Lindsey with a kind smile, “Let’s go back to my hotel. My daughters and some of their friends from college will be over in a bit. They’re all really excited to hear how my day went. I would love for you to make us breakfast while we celebrate the fact that I got twice as much as I’d hoped for!”