He imagined his castrated balls a fantasy he craved. The thought of it made his cock ache. He dreamt of the moment of complete obedience. The blade glinted a promise of freedom. He braced himself for the coming cut. The pain was a sweet fire he welcomed. His groin was now smooth and empty. A new sense of self emerged from the loss. He reveled in his altered state. No longer burdened by urges. His body became a canvas for control. He embraced his feminized form. A life of pure devotion began. He was owned body and soul. His master's pleasure was his only goal. He was a perfect submissive. Every touch a new sensation. His body responded with eager delight. He was remade a willing toy. His future was clear absolute obedience.