Domestics Auction

    “Good morning ladies.  Welcome to the Domestics Auction House!  My name is Miss Caroline and I’m your auctioneer for today.  Please feel free to come up close to inspect the merchandise, test the muscles, check the teeth.”  As we advertised, all the merchandise will be modified for domestic service during the auction, if you do not wish your purchase to be modified, please indicate which Lot numbers you’re interested in and we’ll hold off the modification until the ownership’s been established.”  She glanced around, but, in particular in the direction of Mrs. Nathan.   Janet Nathan had a reputation for always doing it herself; she used pinking shears because she favored that zigzag look.

    “Number four!” Janet called out.”

    “That’s fine.  Miss Jessica, hold off modifying number four until after the Lot’s been sold.  Please shout out your bids in a loud, clear voice and hold up your buyer’s registration card.   We pride ourselves on our efficiency, it’s just on eleven o’clock so let’s start the auction.”  While Miss Caroline spoke, Jessica surveyed the waiting slaves.  Fear and apprehension was written across all their faces.  It was painted there, not simply from the prospect of being the possession of a cruel mistress, there was the more immediate prospect of their public circumcision.

    “We’ll begin with Lot three.  Who’ll bid five hundred?”  There was no response.  “Four?  Three then, he’s gotta be a bargain at that price!”  A few cards shot up.  “Who’ll bid three fifty?  Thank you, four hundred? Three ninety then?  Thank you.  Sold to bidder 174.”

    Meanwhile, Miss Lindy had grabbed Lot 8, pinned his arms in a ju-jitsu lock and stood him in front of Miss Jessica, who was already kneeling down on the plastic-covered cushion supplied for her comfort.  (She would have preferred velvet, of course, but it was easier to wash blood off plastic.)  He struggled, obviously, and shook his head, shouting: “No!  No!” - they all would.  Well, it was only to be expected - Jessica was about to butcher his cock - slice into the most sensitive flesh on his body.   In short, she was going to make him circumcised.  She followed the procedure she’d learned on the course.  First, she curled her hand around his flaccid, floppy penis and began to masturbate it.  She drew the foreskin back and forth over the glans.  It was the last time that he would ever experience that sensation.  The guy just couldn’t help himself.   None of them could!  Despite the trembling fear, festering in their brains, anticipating the searing pain about to be inflicted on their precious sex flesh, female fingers couldn’t fail to bring them up to a full, throbbing erection.  When Lot 8 was hard enough for her purposes, Jessica drew his foreskin fully forward again, gripped it firmly between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and yanked on it.  She pulled hard until it would stretch no further.   Lot 8 yelled.  He thought his cock skin was going to rip away from his groin.  “Hush there young fellah,”  Miss Lindy whispered, contemptuously, in his ear, “Save your cries for later - you ain’t felt nothin’ yet!”

    When she was content that the skin would stretch no further, Miss Jessica took up the knife in her right hand and made a number of short, shallow nicks in the strained flesh, all around his cock, following just behind the line of the head.  The nicks were clearly visible from the small trickle of blood which rose to the surface.  She let the skin spring back.  The red, dotted line now rested halfway along his penile shaft marking the point  where  she  would cut him.

    Jessica replaced the knife in the small, steel bath of antiseptic, and stood up to pour herself a glass from the Thermos of chilled lemonade that had been provided as refreshment - it might be a long, hot  morning.  She sipped slowly.

    The knife itself was purpose designed.  It had a small, black nylon handle specially shaped to take a firm grip, but also be maneuverable.  The surgical-steel blade was about five inches long and it was slightly rounded.  If you didn’t know better, you’d mistake it for the sort of knife a cook might use to  fillet  a  flounder.  Jessica could have used scissors - the curved type, like nail scissors, that Medics used to circumcise those foreskins that had developed beyond the rudimentary, infant state.  That was o.k. for paying customers, Jessica thought, those lucky guys who got an anesthetic.  But, for slaves, the traditional blade seemed more appropriate.  There was no question of anesthetic for them, of course.  It wasn’t to be cruel (though there was no harm in letting these guys know that ‘pain’ was going to be a feature of their lives from now on - if they displeased their mistress that was.)  No, it was simply a question of economics; why waste the cost of a shot of Novocain on a mere Domestic?  Miss Jessica put down the glass, she was ready to continue.

    Taking up the knife again, she inserted it, sharp edge turned upwards, between his foreskin and the top of his glans.  She pushed it in till the tip of the blade pierced through the pocket of skin behind the guy’s sulcus groove.  Then she pushed some more and sliced upwards at the same time.  The scream made even Miss Lindy jump:  “I’d like to bid for him myself,” she thought, “Just so’s I could give him a dozen with the quirt for being such a wimp!”  It was only a dorsal slit after all.

    Both layers of his foreskin were now split open on its upper surface from the tip to the preputial root - quite sufficient for a normal circumcision, but this was no ordinary circumcision, it was a full, male, genital modification.  It was not just his foreskin that was being cut off, all the redundant sex flesh would be sliced away as well.  He was being modified for domestic service; he would almost certainly be put to work in the kitchen and kept naked while he was about his labors - no reason to squander money clothing a slave.  Hygiene was paramount.  There must be no surplus skin to bunch up behind the head, even when he was slam-dunk flaccid.  Miss Jessica was going to prune him back hard like a rose bush in spring, so’s his cock head would be stripped bare for ever more.  Never again would even his sulcus be covered to harbor that disgusting smegma.  It might make masturbation harder for him, being stretched taut as a balloon, when erect, but what did that matter?  Besides, if his mistress chose to use him for sex duties, that totally exposed glans would be  perfected for the  pleasuring of her vagina.

    Miss Jessica, continued to split open the upper side of his shaft skin until she reached the red line where she was going to circumcise.  But, Jessica liked to split it open further, cutting almost back to the root of the shaft at the pubis.   She liked unfettered access to the genital flesh she was modifying.  It was now time to release the inner layer of his foreskin from his sulcus groove.  She took another sip from the glass beside her.

    She lifted the penis up and held it flat against his belly, the slit prepuce fell open revealing the underside.  Its frenum was attached quite high up on the glans at the very top of the two small lobes and extended for about an inch and a half along the mucus layer.  It was not the usual string web, but was a thick strip like a piece of elastic band.  It looked disgusting and Miss Jessica was especially satisfied that she was about to excise it for his new mistress.  She wasted no time, running the tip of the knife up and down, along each side of the ligament.  Hell how he screamed!  Jessica didn’t care, in fact she was delighted.  If it was that sensitive then it had to go.  If he was used for bedroom services, and she knew he would be, he’d last that much longer.  It was so obvious that evolution of the male genitalia lagged far behind that of the female.  Miss Jessica was convinced of the fact.

    That’s why women invented male circumcision in the first place.  Oh, sure, men thought they‘d come up with it, but that was always the woman’s ploy.  Suggest something to a man and then let him think it was his idea.  She remembered the story of Zipporah, Moses’ wife, who circumcised their son with a flint knife to keep God happy.  Good excuse Zippo - can’t argue with that!  But the story did prove that women were circumcising their males as long ago as the stone age!..

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    My circumcision

    I was 12 years old when my mother caught me masturbating. She had warned me several times about the evils of such behavior. She had warned me many times that she would have me circumcised if she ever caught me touching myself down there. She was extremely angry and questioned me at length about how often I did it and even made me tell her what I was thinking about while I did it. When she finished questioning me she called the doctor and made a appointment for the next morning. I was terrified and begged her not to do it. I sobbed and pleaded to deaf ears. The doctor arrived at 10 the next morning. I was in my room and was shaking like a leaf. I could hear them talking for quite some time and then I almost fainted as I heard them coming up stairs. My mother had made me take a bath and remain in my room naked so that is how I was as they came in. I was so humiliated to be naked in front of my mother and the doctor I could have died and I knew my mother had told her what I had been doing. The doctor just came in and sat down on a chair and told me to come and stand in front of her. I am going to examine you she said and I want you to keep your hands behind your back. I did as I was told and she started to examine my genitals. She pulled my foreskin back and forth several times and much to my horror I got an erection. This did not seem to bother her and she remarked to my mother that I was over sensitive and there was a lot of redness around my glans. She remarked that I must be a compulsive masturbator.

    She looked at me and said you know what we have to do to you so I want you to do as you are told and it will be much easier for you. I told her I would be good and would do as she asked. I was shaking so much from fear I could hardly stand. I still had an erection and I was aware that as scared as I was a part of me wanted this punishment. She got up and told me to sit on the chair. I have to restrain you so you can’t move she said. She put straps around my knees and ankles and across my thighs stomach and chest. She had to ask my mom for some cord to restrain my hands. He’s really going to scream when I do this to him she said to my mom. Do you want to wait downstairs or remain here? It won’t bother me she said, I will watch you do it. The doctor got her instruments ready and laid them on a stand next to me. She joked to my mother saying that you would think he was looking forward to this by the way it is standing up. They both laughed. My mother said she thought the blade would cure that. When she picked up the scalpel I almost fainted from fear and my body was shaking uncontrollably. This is really going to hurt she said but if you hold still it will be over quickly. My mother said that she should do it slowly so I would remember it. O.K. she said stand behind him and hold his head still. She then pulled my foreskin forward and started to slice. She did it slowly like my mom had asked her and it took about 5 strokes to sever it. Inhuman screams came from my throat as my cock was being mutilated. She then stitched it and bandaged it. Before she released me she stretched out my balls and said that if I ever played with it again that she would have no choice but to cut them off. You don’t want me to do that do you she said. I had to do it to a few young boys and it hurts a lot more then what I just did to you and your thing would never get hard again. You might take some precautions and tie his hands to the bed at night she said to my mom. This was done until I left home at 19. Because of what happened to me I have fantasies all the time about castration and will probably have it done someday. I can only be satisfied now if that thing between my legs is punished on a regular basis. My mom was right I have never forgotten the torture I went through under the circumcision blade but if I had to do it over again I would want the same thing to happen. Someday I want the same fate to happen to my balls.

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    Better

    She stood over him with a small key in her hand, his wrists handcuffed to the bed he was laying on. Arms pulled above his head, secured to the bed-frame, he was completely naked save for the cage that held his now straining cock. Twirling the key around a finger, his mistress bent over and ran it down his torso, his clean shaven crotch and balls, even up to the small padlock the key fit. Straightening, she set the key on the nightstand and smiled at him, cruel and amused. “Perhaps in a bit,” she said, then reached down and gave his balls a slap, somewhere between playful and punishing.

    He knew he was in store for something special tonight, because the evening was a special occasion. Tomorrow morning the two of them would drive across town to a nondescript medical campus, sign in for their 10:30 appointment, and only an hour or so later they would return home. His mistress of course would be exactly the same as when she left, but he would be leaving something with the doctor. His foreskin, that savage bit of flesh that had at turns fascinated and horrified him throughout his life, would finally be gone forever. Just the thought of it now made his restrained cock ache as his mistress caressed his balls, and then gave them a squeeze.

    “So,” she said, looking directly at him, those beautiful eyes filled with excitement. “Your last night as an untamed boy. What shall we do to celebrate?” He stayed silent, knowing the question was rhetorical; he would have no say in how the night progressed. “Are you excited for your big day tomorrow?”

    “Yes Mistress!” He exclaimed. How could he not be excited? The moment he’d been dreaming about, saving for, planning ever since he met the goddess who stood above him. The hours of research he’d put in to find a doctor who understood their unique perspective on the excitement of male circumcision, who’d counseled him on the particulars. Not willing to let Mistress observe the procedure, the doctor had spoken repeatedly about how being cut would change his life for the better, how much nicer his member would look, even fondling the uncut cock in his medical gloves while he and Mistress discussed incisions and lengths. He remembered how the doctor had flinched the moment his wild cock came into view, a natural recoil that briefly overcame professionalism.

    All these thoughts raced through his mind as his mistress unlocked his cage, barely needing to touch him before he sprang to attention. “I know I’ve been rather neglecting of your poor cock these last few months, but you know how I feel about touching it in its current state,” she said. She moved the foreskin down, revealing a swollen head and a growing bead of pre-cum, then back up. “Tonight however, because it is your last chance to see how an untrimmed cock feels, I will make an exception.” Sitting beside him on the bed, she stroked him gently, sliding the skin along his shaft, her thumb finding his frenulum and rubbing it gently. He moaned and stirred, he had not been unlocked in two weeks and was desperate for an orgasm. Running her other hand up his chest, she played with his nipples as she continued to stroke his cock, taking care not to bring him too close to the edge. Leaving his chest, her hand slid up her own leg to touch the growing wetness between her legs as she spoke again, staring at his cock.

    “I am so proud of you for making this choice for my pleasure. You’re going to love your new cock, and you’re definitely going to love how it makes me feel! We’re going to give you such a wonderful trim. All

    this horrible sagging will be gone, leaving me such a nice tight cock to play with! I’m even going to finally let you inside of me,” she said breathlessly, her hand moving a little faster between her legs.

    He could feel himself starting to get closer to an orgasm as she continued to stroke him. Suddenly she stopped, and looked directly into his eyes. “Is this what you want? To be cut for me?” she asked.

    “More than anything, Mistress,” he moaned.

    “Before I touch this disgusting thing for the last time, tell me how much you want this cock trimmed, and how grateful you are that I pushed you to this.”

    “I want it desperately!” he whimpered. “Please, Mistress, this is all I’ve ever wanted, I just didn’t know it until I met you. All those wasted years, selfishly choosing my own pleasure over service to others, without even knowing it was a choice… I’m so lucky to have you here, and I can’t wait to finally be a toy worthy of your attention.”

    She smiled at him, a genuinely caring, passionate smile, and stroked him harder, bringing him to the edge. He began to thrust his hips towards her pumping hand, desperately bucking towards a climax, but suddenly she stopped again.

    “On the other hand,” she said as the smile regained an edge of cruelty, “I know that I said you could cum one last time as an uncut boy, and I would never break my word, but your begging has made me so wet and needy, I would love to cum too. Obviously this thing isn’t going inside of me, not that you’d last long enough anyway before we deaden it, but maybe I could ride you with the strap-on like I usually do?”

    She reached down, picking up the dildo and harness that had served as my only method of penetration since I’d known her, and set it on the bed. “Just this once, I’ll let you make the decision. Would boy like to cum from a loose hand-job for the last time in his life, or would he like to please his mistress?” As punctuation, she took the hand from between her legs and touched a finger to his lips, letting him taste her need.

    He knew what the correct answer was, obviously, but what amazed him was that it was so easy. His balls were aching, his cock was straining and pulsing in her hand, and yet all he really wanted was to make her happy. The taste of his mistress was intoxicating, and he barely heard his own answer, much like he barely felt the cage snap shut around his cock. All he could focus on was how beautiful his mistress looked as she slowly lowered herself onto the dildo she’d secured to his body, the two toys becoming one as she moaned and closed her eyes.

    His past; his wild and uncut cock meant nothing to him now, and as she rode him slowly at first, then gaining speed as he again thrust his hips, fucking her with the plastic cock that for one more night was far superior to his own. As he watched his mistress spasm and climax, both their thoughts fixed on one thing only: a beautifully cut, smooth, perfectly tamed cock and the future of pleasure that it would bring them both in her service. The feeling that washed over him in that moment was far better than any orgasm, no matter what his cock looked like.

    (Contributed by J M)

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    From Tumblr to Where?

    Well...  i’m not sure what to do or where to go...   I’ve loved my time here and I guess as most of my posts are text-based i’ll be kind of allowed to continue. However, I am deeply opposed to the closed-minded censorship that Tumblr are enforcing that is going to break up so many digital communities that mean so much to so many people including myself, so my instinct is to leave and set up somewhere else. I hope this awful new policy kills Tumblr and in a few short months we can file them away with Myspace and other dead places of the internet that were once great. I’m extremely grateful to everyone that’s enjoyed this blog and particularly to other members of the circumsexual community that have sign-posted moving on to reddit, imagefap etc. and i’ll be looking and registering and see where feels right for me to continue.  One thing’s for sure, this kink ain’t going anywhere.

    In the meantime if anyone wants to contact me directly, my email address is:  avictim@yahoo.com

    Also, I’ve registered http://www.femdomcircumcision.com/  but it’s going to take me a while to build something...

    Forwards, you beautiful people.  X

    My name is Justin. I am a tall handsome male with dark black hair, a flawless complexion and a six-pack of muscles on my stomach. In my life I had several painful experiences, but none left such a lasting impression as the following true story of what once happened to me.

     In the year 2020 women were finally fully appointed to lead and govern our country, and we had our first elected female president winning on a ticket about reversing the damage done by so many years of patriarchal damage and bullshit. Most of the women voted and perhaps surprisingly a lot of the men who were desperate for change post-#metoo.

     A few years later a new law came into effect that required all young men and women to attend a two year training course. During this time the men were taught how to respect and behave towards women. The young women were taught how to handle the men, discipline them and keep them in their place as the, now, weaker sex.

     This two year course was named “life discipline”, and was compulsory for all men over the age of 18. Both the male and female students had to remain on the life discipline campus and sleep in the dormitories on the grounds.

     It was at one of these institutions named Silver Waters where I first came to fear and respect the head-mistress. She was a stunningly beautiful women in her early thirties with gorgeous hair and a well sculpted body. She had the most desirable breasts I have ever seen on a women, and her buttocks were simply to die for. Her name was Ashleigh, and although all the young men feared and respected her, all of us had crushes on her.

     Being extremely conscious of young men’s hygiene, the first thing she ordered all the men to do, was to remove all their body hair from the neck down. A special liquid spray was provided to each man with strict orders to use it on a regular basis. We would all spray the funny liquid over our bodies, and then simply wipe the loose hair away with paper towels. No man was allowed to have any hair in his groin area, and the scrotum had to be smooth at all times to reduce sweat and odour issues.

     Mistress Ashleigh, being so strict on hygiene also introduced the “three strikes and you are circumcised” rule for any male caught masturbating. The first two times a man was caught playing with himself he was severely beaten by one of the mistresses in front of the young ladies attending the course, but if he was unlucky enough to be caught a third time, he was immediately circumcised as punishment. These circumcisions were always performed by Mistress Ashleigh herself, who refused to use any anaesthetic to dull the pain.  Having an extreme sexual appetite myself, I had already been caught masturbating twice by some of the girls in my class, and received severe whippings for both my transgressions. One Wednesday evening after class I was so horny I simply could not contain my sexual urges any longer, and snuck into the men’s toilets to have a quick jerk-off session.  I took my 13 centimetre uncut cock in my hand and slowly started moving my thick foreskin back and forth over my swollen head that was already soaking wet with precum. In my left hand I held a large chunk of tissue paper, ready to aim my dick at it and drown it with cum. After a minute or two, I started ejaculating on the roll of paper. Halfway through my orgasm, the door suddenly flew open, and mistress Ashleigh was looking down at the last few squirts of my orgasm onto the paper. With an amused look and a hint of a smile on her face, she ordered me to clean myself up and follow her.

     ~

    I was terrified, but had no choice but to obey her command, even though I knew very well what she had in store for me. She grabbed me by the arm and lead me to the medical department where the young women were taught all about the male sexual function, and men were subjected to the final punishment in the “three strikes and you are circumcised” masturbation rule.

      When we arrived she ordered me to remove all my clothes and lay down on a type of gynaecologist table that was made specially modified for male bodies. I was so scared my heart raced, and my palms felt sweaty, but my disciple was already ingrained in me, and I obeyed her. I removed my shirt, and pulled it over my head, brushing my black hair back out of place. I then removed my trousers and jockey briefs, leaving me naked in front of Mistress Ashleigh. She ordered me to lie down on the table and place my feet in the stirrups, leaving my cock and large, hairless balls totally naked and exposed to her expert manipulations. Once she locked both my feet into position, she turned around and left the room. What felt like an eternity later, she returned with all the girls from my class. She raised the table’s top part, so my position changed into an upright one, and I could clearly see my genitals hanging in front of my crotch. I was very scared, and both my balls were pulled up as far as possible with my scrotum snugly hugging them in a vain effort to protect them from danger. Due to fear, my foreskin’s little sphincter muscle was also tightly constricted,  forming a tight little bud in front of my terrified dick.  “Girls, I brought you here today to learn the best punishment for a man that is constantly playing with himself”, she said, and all the girls started giggling and laughing simultaneously. Many of them saw previous circumcisions being performed by Mistress Ashleigh, but none of them would ever possess her skill in performing the operation. She explained that she first needed to clean my penis and balls for the circumcision, and started to wash my dick with a washcloth and soap, every now and then rinsing the cloth in a bowl filled with soapy water and disinfectant. I jumped as she expertly took my long foreskin between her fingers and rolled it off my cock’s head. She held the skin as far back as she could and proceeded to thoroughly rub the inner foreskin held tight along my shaft with her small fingers, and then  aggressively scrubbed my poor dick’s head until it was red, before rolling my precious, sensuous, protective foreskin back over the head of my penis.

     She took a small plastic bag from one of the young ladies standing around us, and tore it open. Inside was a plastic stencil with different sized holes in it. She once again rolled my delicate foreskin off the head, and started fitting my cock head through the holes. When it was clear that the smaller holes were too small for my size, she fitted my cock head through the largest hole, and nodded her approval with a smile on her lips.

      She explained to the ladies that she had to coax my dick’s head from its protective foreskin for the next step, since an erect penis made it easier to judge exactly where to cut and the exact optimal amount of foreskin to be removed. Terrified but fascinated I watched as her beautiful small fingers expertly manipulated my foreskin and scrotum until my monster cock stood at full attention in front of her. Despite my fear and shame my cock was leaking pre-cum and nodding up and down with each of my heartbeats.

     The sight of such a beautiful women playing with my silky smooth cock and balls, and the touch of her small fingers filled with so much skill and power made me hard despite my fear, and before I could stop myself I started cumming again, this time in her hands. Even for a second go, there were plenty of thick squirts of white cum shot from my pulsating dick into my Mistress’ palm.

      I was so ashamed I blushed a dark red, and the ladies roared with laughter around us. Mistress Ashleigh wiped my mess from her pretty hands and looked at me with an angry stare. More than just scared, I started to plead with her not to circumcise my most sensitive foreskin that provided me with so many years of intense pleasure and orgasms.

     To my total surprise, she started smiling lovingly at me, and gently took my one hand in hers. She calmed me and reassured me with a soft and caring voice that this was for the best. She explained that the foreskin can be a very filthy, smelly, disgusting thing with bacteria and germs underneath it if not properly kept clean, and that by removing the dirty piece of skin, I would be much cleaner and healthier male “down there”. She told me of the benefits of having a circumcised penis, like a 70% reduction in chance to become infected with HIV. Since I was not the type that fucked around, I knew I would never benefit from that 70% reduction. I also wanted to ask her that if amputation provided such good prevention of diseases, why the breasts of all young ladies are not amputated when they turn 18 in order to prevent the 211,300 cases of breast cancer and resulting 39,800 deaths in the United States each year, but thought it better to keep my mouth shut and not argue with her.

      It might be dangerous to argue with a lady soon about to start working between my legs with a blade in her hand.  

      Mistress Ashleigh explained to the girls that my ejaculation was a very normal thing for a young man about to be circumcised, and that it was my fear, combined with my knowledge that I was about to lose the most pleasurable part of my penis that made me cum. While still holding my hand in hers she explained that it was due to all the pleasure I receive from my foreskin that I masturbate as much as 4 times a day, and that by removing the obscene piece of skin, my pleasure would be reduced by about 70%, thereby decreasing my sexual urges to masturbate as often. She told me that after I was fully healed, I might only feel the need to masturbate once every day or second day, since the intense pleasure from my foreskin would no longer be there to tempt me. She also mentioned that after I was properly circumcised, I would be able to last longer before cumming inside a women since my sensitivity would be forever gone from my dick. I would learn that the act of sex was more about pleasing my partner than being caught up in my own selfish sexual pleasure. It might seem cruel, but by physically limiting my pleasure by such a drastic degree it would make me a better lover and that would make me very appealing to women. With tender loving care that belied her status as head Mistress, she slowly cleaned me once more. Despite cumming I still had a semi hard-on that just wouldn’t quit. She took the tip of my delicate foreskin between her silky soft and beautiful small fingers, and after pulling it as far away from my body as possible she took a black marker and made a black line in the middle of the skin covering the shaft of my penis.

     With all the young ladies staring wide eyed and with open mouths, she rolled my prized foreskin back from my swollen head for the last time, and spread a layer of Vaseline around my swollen cock head with her finger. She then took a small tube of plastic, and forced my swollen head inside it’s chamber, until my entire cock head disappeared into it. She ensured my pee-hole was smack in the middle of the tube, and rolled my foreskin over the tube’s outside, finally pulling the skin all the way up until the bottom end of the tube made a visible budge on the black line she made with her black marker. Next she slid the plastic locking mechanism of the clamp over the outside, finally turning the plastic arms and mechanism to position it on the tube. She asked one of the ladies to grab the top end of the foreskin, and pull it up as high as possible over the tube. “That’s good, but can you get a bit more?” she asked at one point. When she was satisfied of the amount of foreskin trapped in the clamp, she pushed down on the two arms of the locking mechanism, clamping the small device in place, and trapping the folds of my foreskin between the tube and the outside ring. I heard a hard “click” sound coming from the clamp, and immediately felt a dull pain running around the foreskin where it was trapped by Mistress Ashleigh’s clamp. She explained that she had to wait a couple of minutes until the clamp strangled my precious foreskin’s blood supply.

     While she waited she taught the young ladies some more benefits of demanding a boyfriend or husband’s circumcision. She also explained that many ladies prefer the look of a neatly cut cock, and that some ladies had greater peace of mind seeing the naked glans and knowing no dirt like pee or cum was trapped under the filthy foreskin. She explained that the device she chose to use that day was a SmartClamp, and that she was rather impressed by the good quality circumcisions it produced in males. I listened with fear and fascination as she gave a short history lesson on male circumcision, also referring to the first pioneers in the USA that promoted the practice.

     She smiled while she quoted the inventor of Corn Flakes breakfast cereal, Dr. John Harvey Kellogg’s exact words on the subject of curbing masturbation in boys:  “A remedy for masturbation which is almost always successful in small boys is circumcision...The operation should be performed by a surgeon without administering an anaesthetic, as the brief pain attending the operation will have a salutary effect upon the mind.”        

     One of the ladies then asked Mistress Ashleigh if it would not be easier to simply circumcise all baby boys as routine. My Mistress gave her a stern look and answered that it was both sick and barbaric to strap a helpless baby down and mutilate him while he screams with pain. On the topic of aneasthesia, she replied that general anaesthetic is not suitable for infants, and even local anaesthesia still causes immense physical pain…  And of course once the baby wakes up with the vicious, firey wound of amputation clamped around their cock slowly healing, what are you going to do?  Give them some calpol?

      I was in total awe of Mistress Ashleigh’s knowledge on the subject. She was truly a master when it came to information and intellect. On the one hand her deep level of education and understanding on the subject of male circumcision eased my mind a little, since I figured she would be extremely skilful in removing my prepuce, but on the other I was terrified that the lady who was about to circumcise me knew so much.

      After about 15 minutes she picked up a small scalpel, and guided my trapped semi-erect dick towards the cold blade in her left hand. She told me with a stern voice that since my circumcision was to be performed as punishment for my masturbation, she would not be using any anaesthetic do dull my pain. “Remember the pain you will experience here today the next time you are tempted to masturbate”, she said and returned her attention to my trapped foreskin. She started at the tip of my penis, making small nips and nicks with the blade’s sharp point in the soft and delicate foreskin, cutting her way slowly down the length of my dick towards my body and the strange ring that strangled my foreskin in a death grip against the surrounding tube.

      The pain was intense, burning like fire where her blade had forever cut my once proud prepuce, that tears filled my eyes. I shut my eyes and tried to pretend I was somewhere else.  Mistress Ashleigh instructed, “Open your eyes.  Watch what I’m doing.”  And I was compelled to watch my circumcision being performed.

     Once Mistress Ashleigh had reached the black line clamped next to the tube, she started making small nicks with the blade’s razor sharp tip around the circumference of my penis. She skilfully worked her way first down to the left, and then from the top half down the right to the bottom where the last bit of remaining foreskin was left trapped.

     The tiny nicks she made with her scalpel felt like hot coals being pressed against my foreskin, and the pain was unbearable. Mistress Ashleigh deliberately made the tiny nicks as slowly as possible in order for my circumcision to serve as the harshest punishment for masturbating. The pain was exquisite. Each nick of her cold blade sending pain shooting through my body and finally down to my balls where they dangled helplessly in their sack before my Mistress. After what felt like an eternity for me, she finally severed my foreskin from my penis, leaving the large folds of loose skin around the tube. She picked up a pair of tweezers, deftly pinched the severed foreskin with it and slowly pulled my foreskin, sliding it off the tube. It was shocking exactly how much skin had been removed. At that moment I saw her magnificent body give a little shudder, and a satisfied expression enveloped her face. I looked at her pretty smile, and could almost have sworn she had an orgasm from the excitement of circumcising me. I am sure I must be mistaken regarding this, since I did not see her playing with herself. In my experience I know it is impossible for a lady to achieve orgasms without even touching herself, so I am certain I am mistaken regarding that. Mistress Ashleigh explained that my severed foreskin will be unfolded and dried, and that she would keep it together with all her other foreskin trophies in a special photo album as memento of my circumcision.

     My Mistress released me from the table’s straps, and dismissed me for the next five days with strict orders that I should under no circumstances try and remove the clamp from my penis. The next five days was sheer torture, as frequent erections were trapped inside the small confines of the plastic tube around my skinless head, leaving me in pain and frustration from constant hornyness.

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     After the five days I reported back to the medical division, and again the room was filled with my female class Mistresses. I once again subjected myself to Mistress Ashleigh’s will by obeying her every command and lying down on the table where I was made less of a man five days earlier.

      After securing me on the table, Mistress Ashleigh took a small pair of pliers, and cut away the locked arms of the clamp.

      She removed the tube from my dick head, leaving my naked glans feeling cold and exposed. Ashamed of my cut cock I looked away, but again Mistress Ashleigh ordered me to observe what she was doing. She took tweezers, and carefully removed a black circle of dead foreskin that was slowly strangled to death by the clamp after the foreskin next to the ring was so skilfully removed by her. She nodded her approval while inspecting my penis, remarking on the neat job she did and the perfect circle running around the middle of my penis shaft. She disinfected my cut penis and while cupping my balls with her one hand, caressed my cock with her other hand, rubbing her palm against the liberated bulging head. In no time I was fully erect, but I was in for another shock.

     Mistress Ashleigh explained to me that the most sensitive part of my foreskin was my frenulum, and that although most of it was cut away with my foreskin, the remaining bit also had to go. She made it very clear that no circumcision is fully complete until the entire frenulum was also removed. She told me that that little piece of skin would forever temp me to resume masturbation and distract me from my task of serving my future Mistress. She explained that full sensuous intact sex was for the enjoyment of females, and that men should not be allowed the same pleasure during sex. In an ideal world all men would get circumcised when they reach maturity, and it was a very real possibility that the government might introduce such a law. She asked one of the ladies standing next to the table to press my erection firmly against my body, providing her full access to the underside of my swollen cock’s throbbing head. Next she took a small pair of pliers, and grasped the tiny piece of skin underneath my dick head’s two halves. As she closed the pliers on my frenulum and started applying pressure, extreme pain shot through my penis making me feel weak, and causing sweat to break out on my forehead. She pulled the string of skin as far away from the underside of my penis as she could, picked up a small pair of surgical scissors, and slowly snipped the remaining frenulum away from my dick’s head, ensuring the cut is made as close to my cock’s underside as possible. At the very first cut I yelled out in pain, and my erection withered away in mere seconds.

      The underside of my cock felt as if it was on fire. Once severed she dropped the tiny piece of pleasure heaven, and all the ladies surrounding us started applauding and cheering. Mistress Ashleigh completed the procedure by inserting three stitches into the underside of my cock between the two halves of the head where my most erogenous frenulum used to be.

      After releasing me, Mistress Ashleigh gave me a hug, and congratulated me for being so brave during my circumcision punishment. She also congratulated me on my clean and neatly circumcised cock, with the remaining skin stretched as tight as a drum over the shaft.

     My circumcision was so expertly done that no trace of skin remained on my dick for me to play with. Even my bag with balls were pulled all the way up to my denuded glans. Of my male G-spot, my frenulum, only a tiny little bump of scar tissue remained in the skin between the two halves of my cock’s underside. The most sensitive part of my penis had been totally excavated, leaving a deep valley between the two halves.

      After my mutilation I enjoyed playing with myself on a regular basis, it took a long time to cum, pounding away at my forever numb cock  when remembering what such a beautiful Mistress did to my once magnificent cock.

     I found that because Mistress Ashleigh circumcised my cock so tautly, it was impossible for me to masturbate without some lubricant. Since lube and moisturiser was a forbidden substance for men, I had to use spit to lube my naked cock, thereby enabling me to masturbate.

     Because I was so extremely tightly circumcised, erections were extremely painful, and this pain continued for about six months until the remaining skin on my shaft stretched enough to allow me painless erections. Over the first few months I was in constant discomfort as my tender, newly exposed cock head rubbed against my briefs. At first it was downright painful feeling my denuded glans touching against my underwear, but later the painful sensation disappeared, and was replaced with a mild discomfort as each step and movement rubbed  my once protected glans against the material. Soon even that discomfort totally disappeared, but my initial relief soon turned to horror when I discovered what was happening.

     To my shock and horror I discovered that my naked dick head had developed a tough callous-like exterior from the constant rubbing against my clothes and masturbation. My bulbous cock head that used to be so silky smooth with its thin and extremely sensitive pleasurable lining had disappeared forever. After trying in vain I found that the intense pleasure I used to get from masturbation had disappeared. Even the orgasms that eventually came felt weak and incomplete. Instead of gushing and squirting sperm, all my circumcised cock could now achieve was an occasional hard squirt or two and a weak dribble. I can compare the loss of foreskin with the following:

      Sex and masturbation with a foreskin is like watching a DVD movie on a wide screen colour TV with surround digital sound.

      Being circumcised, that richness in sexual experience is reduced to the equivalent of watching a VHS movie on a black and white 54 cm television with only two small speakers in the televisions’ front. The picture and sound is still there to be enjoyed, but the quality, richness and detail is missing.

        Contrary to what Mistress Ashleigh told me about women being universally in favour of circumcision, a few ladies refused to go out with me and called my penis a washed out dildo since the moving parts were missing. Others wanted the diversity of sexual experience and enjoyment only a foreskin can provide.

      Many years later I found a mistress that enjoyed my company and services, and she agreed to marry me. She insisted on a cleanly circumcised man with no mobility left in his foreskin, and she was delighted with the result Mistress Ashleigh had obtained for me. I on the other hand was devastated to learn that my once sensitive cock could no longer fully feel the moist inside of my new Mistress’ vagina. The exquisite sensations and pleasure I used to receive from my foreskin and frenulum were no longer there. Each time we made love she moaned and yelled with pleasure while I hardly felt anything with my dry naked prick. Fortunately for me,  my Mistress allows me to have anal sex with her once a week. At least inside her anus I can feel the tight walls pressing against my naked cock, robbed of his extreme former pleasure. Since I had nothing left of my foreskin to play with, I always have to masturbate with some sort of lubricant, mostly Vaseline hand cream. My Mistress, being a kind and generous person allows me to keep some next to the bed, and also uses it if she wants to give me a hand-job.

     The above is a true account of my circumcision. While immensely regretting the loss of my most pleasurable foreskin, I still count myself fortunate. I was circumcised in two steps. Rumour has it that a couple of months later a young man made the foolish mistake of breaking into Mistress Ashleigh’s room and masturbating against a pair of her panties. She caught him too, but she circumcised him more than ten times as punishment, each time by only cutting away a small strip of his foreskin, allowing him to heal fully and then repeating the process. Mistress Ashleigh took three months before she finally cut the last piece of foreskin away from his penis.

    A year or so later a new young man raped one of the ladies, and his punishment makes mine look like a walk in the park. But that story is fortunately not mine to tell.

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    Tom, a boy of 10 is chasing and teasing his slightly older sister through the lush winding growth of their grandmothers backyard garden. It’s a hot, muggy late Summer day. Wearing nothing but shorts, he teases his sister about having to wear a shirt. Barefoot and sun baked Julie swirled around putting up her hand just as it made contact with Toms bare chest, stopping him mid-step. She starts teasing him back “well tease me as much as you want, at least I’m not a boy and I don’t need to be fixed!!”

    “What do you mean I don’t need anything fixed, I’m perfect! grandma tell Julie to stop lying!”

    Their grandmother over by her roses simply asks the two to join her.

    “Grandma, tell her!”

    “Julie, you shouldn’t joke about this with Tommy, it’s a very sensitive thing boys need to go through.”

    Go through what? Tommy asked.

    Grandma sighed. Putting down her rose shears onto the rich, dark earth and picking up a garden knife.

    “You see Tommy, all boys need to be pruned, kind of like my flowers here. If these flowers could grow wild, then they wouldn’t do what I need them to do.

    Grandma pulled two mushrooms out of the ground. One was just an orb shape, the other a traditional mushroom with a flared head. With her garden knife she cut the orb mushroom in half and presented them to Tommy.

    “You see how the head on this one is flared and this other one is more like your penis Tommy, with everything seamless inside.” When you prune a boy’s penis before puberty it causes the head of the penis to flare out into a defined ridge like the second mushroom. But if we leave it covered it will never get that definition.” It will be overgrown, and it’s growth restricted like a tree choking by its own roots.

    Boys are special you see, if you prune them at the right age they grow up to be different, some would say better. It’s a surgery called circumcision where your foreskin is cut away. But it’s very important to cut as much of it away as possible that isn’t necessary for a penis’s main purpose.

    Tommy stood barefoot, legs set widely apart. His mouth open, slightly surprised, mushrooms in his dirt dusted hands. Nervous, doubting, but curious. To his right stood Julie with a mischievous grin creeping across her face.

    “And it will make your penis less sensitive!” Julie yelped out justified after an afternoon of teasing from her little brother.

    “Julie! That’s enough!!” Grandmother wondering if Julie had been too young to have the purpose and methods of circumcision be fully explained to her.

    Tommy’s mind went back to late night sessions where he pulled and twisted on his foreskin, and remember how good it felt.

    “But what if I like my foreskin!”

    “Tommy” grandma said warmly as she placed her hands on his bare chest to calm him.

    “If you were any plant in my garden, your purpose would be to flower brightly for our enjoyment. Wouldn’t you want to be the best plant you could be?” Don’t you want to become the best kind of man for society?

    Tommy looked up at a budding rose, it’s petals still twisted, spiraling inward, still light in hue. Nothing but the potential of what was to come. In its twisted rosy bud he was reminded of his own foreskin, and he felt this sudden yearning inside, to be able to see his penis bloom naturally like that rose will.

    “…and that is why you will be circumcised.” missing part of his grandmothers statements in his own thoughts.

    “I don’t want my penis to be less sensitive, I like the way it is.”

    “I know, I know” as she ushered him towards her roses. “Look how beautiful they are, look how strong they are. Do you think they like it when I cut their leaves?”

    Tommy shook his head slightly.

    “You may not understand this now, but your penis isn’t for you. Just as these flowers beauty isn’t for them. They go through the pain and mutilation of pruning so we can appreciate their beauty. They sacrifice what they are to serve a different purpose. If you are a male, it’s always been seen as your role, and duty for you to serve society before yourself.

    Tommy looked uncertain, so Grandma continued. Remember when you said last year you wanted to be a soldier for Halloween? Well men are made soldiers because it’s traditionally their role. But soldiers are made to do things they might not like, but they do it anyway because its honorable.

    What you are, what you want is secondary. Yes it’s true women’s roles use to be about serving men, but thankfully we are moving beyond that side of things now. But not all traditions should change I don’t believe.

    If your penis is less sensitive, and has a more flared head like those mushrooms you will make a girl very happy one day. These flowers are for you to appreciate their beauty, and your penis is for a woman’s pleasure, not yours. But that’s ok, when you are older you will understand why that’s important.”

    Julie had already run off to woods behind grandmothers property, restricted by her shirt but free from the worry Tommy faced. Tommy had turned around to follow, not sure how he felt about all this. But he stopped, and asked “So when will you take away my foreskin?” When will I be pruned?”

    The grandmother gave a soft laugh, “I don’t do that the doctor will. Don’t worry about when, just know it will happen when it’s time, and it will be for the best. She will cut you nice and tight and it will grow into a new shape. You will grow to like it very much, you will be proud of what it will do. But its also ok if you don’t like it too, just know its important to do no matter what. Try not to think about it, and go off and play in the wildflowers with your sister while you still can.”

    anonymous

    As someone who was born outside of the states and was never circumcised. Would you say a circumcised man feels better for his female partner? That's the impression I always got, from their flared heads.

    You can ask one of the characters in this blog, or ask me as the writer. I’ll start giving characters names so it’s easier if anyone wants to address them. Honest answer is that there are women that swear by foreskin and there are women that swear by circumcision… Most would probably say it’s not the organ, but how it’s played.My only advice would be to seek a partner, who is erotically charged in this area the same way that you are.

    10,000

    (interview with Nathalie)

    - 10,000 circumcisions! How do you feel?

    - I don't feel anything. It's just my job.

    - Your style has been described as, "ultra low and tight", can you explain your personal technique?

    - Hmmm... For me it's about aesthetics. As a surgeon, I think scars are ugly. As a woman, I appreciate the male form, so when I'm doing a circumcision I think the cut should be right in the sulcus. After circumcision the jutting, pronounced, coronal edge is so visually striking, I think you can professionally hide the scar in the dip.

    - And why so tight?

    - Look, any fold down there, can be a site for cheese. We all know boys aren't exactly the cleanest of creatures. "Leave no wrinkle" is my philosophy for how tight I go! [Laughs]

    - You know, a lot of people say that a low and tight cut is quite sexually disabling in terms of sensation and sexuality?

    - Yes. I hear that. Honestly, as, i think, both as a surgeon, and as a woman, it really doesn't bother me. I've had guys I've operated on complain about the loss of sensitivity afterwards, but I always say, "Can you still get off?" They always say yes. I honestly think that's enough. If anything, I'm a feminist, you know, I mean how many rapists, mysogynists, and fucking murderers of women there are out there? I think the only sane society is one where women have absolute control of male sexuality.

    - Absolute?

    - Hah! Next time ask me about vasectomies and castration... You know, if you inject a castrated male with testosterone he can still fuck you right? It's just totally on your terms, rather than these chastity devices people seem so into...

    (inspired by snippykins @ http://snippykins.tumblr.com )

    Female surgeons

    A friend on her asked me via message what I thought about female doctors doing circumcisions. I think it’s fantastic - I love that guys lose control of their bits, and I especially love when it’s to a woman. 

    The most interesting one to me is a woman in the Netherlands who has apparently done over 10,000 circumcisions. I’ve seen photos and videos of her work, and she does them SUPER low and tight - she removes all inner foreskin and stitches the shaft skin to the head. From what I read online, and confirming with my guy, the inner skin is at least 10x more sensitive than the outside skin.

    This means that there are at least 10,000 guys in the Netherlands walking around having lost a TON of sensitivity thanks to her. 

    Bless you Nathalie, you’re doing god’s work husking these guys ;) The gentleman pictured had anesthetic injected at 10:58, and by 11:12 he would never have any sensation from his inner foreskin again, thanks to Nathalie here.

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    - What is it that turns you on about circumcision?

    - I don't know, I guess... It's like, I guess boys are more appealing if they're always a little hungry, y'know.

    - How do you mean?

    - I just think, well, if they're cut, they can never, you know, quite get there, never be completely satisfied. They always want more, which they can never have... And that's so, so, sexy. It really turns me on.

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    "Great news," she said to her girlfriends sitting around the table with their non-dairy flat whites, "he's cut!"

    - Oh but I thought you liked making them get cut.

    - Yes. That's just it. He's been restoring for three years. He's so blown away that he has enough foreskin now to rub and down over his glans and masturbate like a normal.

    - What are you going to do to him?

    - Well y'know I'll be gentle. But first, I'll convince him to stop restoring. Then second, convince him to get all the skin he's got stretched, circumcised to my specifications, including that inch of inner skin he has left. We're going low and tight as possible. Oh and also totally removing his frenulum. I might do this in two or three stages. Trust me when you spread it out, with each stage they love you more.

    (Jessica)

    eternalii-famishiis

    Fuck it can be frustrating to not have a foreskin sometimes!

    I’m sitting here horny as hell, rubbing myself furiously tonight and I can barely feel anything! This was exactly what my wife wanted when she made me get it cut off and it’s definitely worked. There’s not enough skin on the shaft to pull up over the head as I stroke and even if there was the head has become so insensitive it wouldn’t make a difference. It’s amazing the way women can perpetually control us just by having the doctor cut a little bit of our skin off. It’s incredible the way society has normalized women taking away so much of men’s ability to self-pleasure. No matter how much I might want my foreskin back tonight to get myself off with, it will never happen. It’s gone forever and with each day I feel less and less. My penis is just a tight shaft and dull head now.

    And I’m so grateful I have a wife strong enough to make the decision to do that to me…

    mytrophyballs

    Just wait buddy. Next up is your vasectomy that she will insist you have as soon as your last kid is born. Then next up is your total castration and cutting off your balls to end your sex drive so she doesn t need to deal with never letting you fuck her as much as a man wants and needs. 

    She will cut off your manhood and sexual abilities piece by piece until you are her neutered gelding. 

    eternalii-famishiis

    It’s interesting you say that…

    I don’t think I’ve talked about it on here yet because the whole thing is still a bit of a sensitive issue in my head but, since you’ve mentioned it…

    Yes, actually, my wife has already told me she expects me to eventually have a vasectomy.

    She brought it up one day after she’d been visiting with family. From the little bit she’s told me, it sounds like one of her cousins had just had her husband vasectomized and was talking about how happy she was with the results. I think he was still in the healing phase and still not able to have sex yet but she had absolutely no regrets about it. Then a couple of aunts chimed in that they’d had their husbands done as well and thought it was a great idea. This evolved into a conversation amongst all the women about how it’s the obvious thing to have done to your husband after you’re finished with pregnancy because it’s so simple and makes women’s lives so much easier–they all loved how the procedure meant not having to worry about birth control anymore. Apparently there was a general consensus that there was no down side to it because a man’s anatomy made it so straight forward and we don’t miss having sperm in our ejaculate anyway.

    It was a couple days later when we were getting ready for bed and she was taking her pill that she said in a very matter of fact way, “it’ll be so nice once you’ve had your vasectomy and I don’t have to worry about these anymore.” 

    I looked at her stunned and after a second replied with, “I’m sorry, what? No, I’m not getting a vasectomy.”

    She looked at me with an expression of bewilderment, like it had never crossed her mind that I hadn’t already expected this, and replied, “What do you mean? Of course you are. Once you don’t need to get me pregnant anymore.”

    I continued to look at her stunned and confused and finally asked where this idea had come from all of a sudden. She responded calmly that it wasn’t all of a sudden, it was simply the most reasonable thing to do. A woman’s body is much more complicated than a man’s which makes birth control more difficult and dangerous for them. The only problem with vasectomies is that they’re permanent which is why we were waiting until I didn’t need to get her pregnant anymore and then I’d go to the doctor to get it done. It wasn’t until I pressed her on the fact that in years of being together she’d never brought this up that she finally told me about the conversation she had with her family.

    I continued to insist that I wasn’t going to have it done but I couldn’t really make an argument against it. She just smiled and kept calmly saying that it isn’t a big deal and lots of husbands do it for their wives and never have any trouble with it and that I needed to think about what was best for her and that it was just a little cut in the side of my scrotum that would be over before I knew it. Eventually she ended the conversation with a kiss and an “okay dear, whatever you say.”

    Looking back on it I’m a little stricken by just how similar this conversation was to our first conversation about circumcision, and you all know how that ended up. Very much like with circumcision, she presented the idea in a very matter of fact way, as if it would be silly to think that I wouldn’t have the procedure and without any hint of interest in my thoughts on the subject. She clearly has no concerns about having my spermatic cords cut and tied and leaving me permanently sterile.

    She hasn’t brought it up again but she’s on her second pregnancy now and I can’t help but wonder how much longer it will be before she does. And I’m not sure that I’ll do any better resisting her intentions for me this time than I did the first time when she set her sights on my foreskin…