This is not a new story; I wrote it in the past. I deleted it at the request of the interested party, and I am rewriting it with their permission. I do not reveal their identity, although they are a user of this page. If they agree, you will know their nickname at the end of the last chapter.

At that time, I was a Master. He came to me and told me that he wished for me to castrate him. We did not live in the same area, so I had no way of knowing if he was obeying me, although, to be honest, I must say that he was a scrupulous adherent.

My method was very simple; he tied his testicles with a string or a rubber band, and I timed him. I started with 15 minutes and gradually extended that time.

Previously, I gave him a deadline to think about it and made him aware of the possible physical and psychological consequences, but he told me it was unnecessary.

We stayed like this for several weeks. I had to be absent, and I thought he had not continued, but it was clear that he was not an ordinary slave. His discipline was total.