Victoria was very gracious in her treatment of Eric after Marcel left them; he was summoned to her bed and she cuddled him lovingly between the sheets. She had truly shown him his place; he had accepted his duties and this had thoroughly stimulated her. Eric, for his part was also still excited with respect to his thorough degradation and utter humiliation before his dominant mistress and another mail. Victoria took great pleasure in making him describe how he felt as she stroked his cock, now stiff in her elegant hand as he re-lived his humiliation and her triumph. Eric duly shot another healthy wad of semen as Victoria told him how he was now her complete slave and plaything. She then had him lick her asshole once more as she indulged in another orgasm herself, before the two slept in each-other's arms.

The following evening, the woman took pleasure in having their chosen males help dress them in their most severe leather outfits; the males adorned in the most humbling of attire.

Eric was erect throughout the process as he helped Victoria into a tightly creaking cat suit, an exquisite shiny hooded mask accentuating her soft facial skin and bright red lips, studded thigh length boots and soft long gloves completing her picture of absolute dominance. Eric sniffed at the mixed scent of leather, natural female arousal and soft perfume, as Victoria smiled down whilst she buckled the sparse leather harness he wore; as with all males that evening, he would be next to naked with cock and balls openly exposed, so as to add an extra feeling of vulnerability as they watched a male castrated. Each of the male's unsure if they may be chosen at random by their mistress to give up their balls; such were the way of the events involving Madam Rennes. Many a male yearned to be chosen to offer this penultimate sacrifice in honour of their mistress, though just as many lived in fear of it.

After Eric was leashed, Victoria had him crouch down on all fours as she invited him to look into the mirror. She smiled with satisfaction as Eric's cock bobbed stiffly on viewing himself owned by this magnificent woman. She looked like some predatory black cat in the glorious leather outfit; his balls tingled as they dangled exposed, after last night's treatment he thought she just might have him castrated. He could not know now. Victoria knew he would think this and it thrilled her; her juicy cunt bulged and buzzed in the leather as she took in the commanding presence she had become; she now yearned for the trip to be over so as she could parade Eric back home. The shock of her change in the eyes of the upper-middle class women she knew would be such a delightful thrill.

Wanda, Cherie and the other ladies looked equally severe as they paraded their leashed males around the poolside in the warm evening air. Much emphasis was put into teasing the exposed balls of their charges with canes and crops, and verbal taunts about not returning intact later were made to add to the flavour and excitement of the evening. The women complimented each-other as they strutted in superior fashion; the delectable curves of the full- bodied middle-aged women emphasised beautifully by their clinging leather outfits, globular breasts with erect nipples and delicious camel-toes displayed to reinforce their feminine authority. The cocks of the males dribbled as they were walked by their mistresses, pre-cum delivered from balls they could not be sure they would return with; balls tingled universally with fear and anticipation as the party left for the venue, pussies universally open and fully aroused in eagerness at witnessing emasculation.

Sylvia Rennes was resplendent in her purple leather outfit; zipped tightly into the supple full length dress, gripping her hips, ass and thighs and then flaring slightly from the knees down. Her feminine shape emphasised beyond question to ensure the male to be castrated was left in no doubt that a woman who represented pure femininity would relieve him of his balls. A severe black leather mask her only token gesture to the uniformity of the other women present, as they creaked, sweated and strutted in uniform shiny black hide. Eric's cock pulsed as a cheer went up from the ladies; Victoria watching with great interest as this was her first event too. The women began a slow handclap as a line of mistresses walked into the arena with what to Eric and Victoria, what looked like their maids and attendants, rather than owned slaves. Wanda gave a satisfied sneer as she turned to Victoria.

"These are males who have previously met with Sylvia and have been 'improved' by her; note how delightfully feminine some of them are, the male who is about to lose his balls will of course note this too!" Eric's balls tingled and Victoria looked on with smug satisfaction at the parade of eunuchs and maids; relieved of their balls and the testosterone provided by them, some of the castrated males were sweetly effeminate. Several of the subjects paraded proudly by their smug and haughty mistresses were fully attired as maids and displayed breasts which were developing with the aid of added oestrogen; corseted and high-heeled, some of the more slightly-built ex-males were transformed into very pretty females; all were uniformly showing the signs of meek and absolute obedience as they were led like lambs. Wanda crossed her arms in dominant fashion and smiled with sheer delight.

"It is always such a pleasure for me to see once proud and arrogant males, ones that I've known personally, defeated, dominated, castrated and then transformed beyond all recognition. I favour this over a snuffing of an awkward male anytime; seeing one completely and utterly humiliated this way is SO pleasurable, and they are put to good use over and over again, continuing their humiliation and our pleasure perpetually. Many of them don't see it, as they almost forget how they were before, so complete is their transformation; reminding them that they had balls and have had them removed at the behest of a woman, makes events like the one they're experiencing now, so pleasing." Eric's cock stiffened to rigidity as he listened to the spiteful tone of her satisfaction at this cruel pageant. It peaked and throbbed as he caught sight of the male in whose honour this event was being held; his eyes were drawn by the direction of the looks of countless leather-clad dommes, who now smiled with wicked anticipation at a male who was kneeling centrally, cock erect and balls hanging awaiting a final milking before the purple goddess administered her cruel task. The dommes smiling faces looked on him with deep satisfaction as the mistresses with their assortment of maids and eunuchs were paraded past him, allowing him a view of the variety of reduced males; one of which he would shortly become.

His mistress took great delight in making him lean forward on all fours, so that she could swing the balls he was to lose with her cane, as the parading mistresses had their respective maids expose what remained of their genitalia; the women sneered and laughed at the expense of both male parties involved in the moment, as the honoured male looked on in horror at the displayed defunct cocks, tiny and curled, the pink acorn of a bell-end serving only to release urine, never again to see an erection or pass semen in the ecstasy of an orgasm. The male let out an audible whimper and the crowd of women applauded, when the last eunuch passed the hapless male and Sylvia Rennes was seen striding purposefully up the stairs to the central stage, her magnificent ass flexing beautifully in the tight purple leather. A brief distraction to the oncoming event was the impromptu thrashing earned by one of the slaves in the crowd; he had suffered involuntary ejaculation, having witnessed an event before, the sight of the leather clad castratrix was too much for him. He was made to lick his mess from the floor as his smiling owner took great pleasure in striping his ass and back whilst a crowd of laughing dommes looked on.

The chosen male was ushered forward like a dog, naked with his balls hanging, he was turned by his smiling mistress to ensure the entire crowd had a good view of what he was about to lose. Despite his predicament, his cock was rigid as he was walked toward Madam Sylvia, who smiled down at her victim and drew a cord from a curtained area behind her. The crowd of excited women applauded loudly as the drapes dropped to reveal two smiling and equally buxom nurses in white leather with full face masks; their eyes betraying their pleasure at attending. They stood by a couch-Like seat with elevated stirrup attachments. The male cowered a little at the sight, much to the delight of the women; his stern mistress was not to be denied and a smart tug on his leash ensured he continued to the couch and the supreme pleasure of his mistress. The nurses made no secret of the syringes and knives which would dispatch his balls; they were proudly wielded and displayed on a sloping surface next to the couch, the nurse's nipples prominent in their tight leather tops, hard and erect showing their subliminal pleasure at being first hand instigators in a castration. The male was ordered up to the couch and was strapped smartly to it; feet tied into the stirrups with legs splayed, his head raised on a sloping rest so that he may witness the removal of his balls, the couch arranged so that his open legs and dangling balls faced the eager crowd of women.

Eric's cock was fit to burst as he watched the fate of the male who would be gloriously de-bagged in front of a crowd of dominant women. He marvelled at the grace and sheer dominant presence of the delicious woman in purple, who smiled with satisfaction as the male was secured, his balls doomed. Equally the two eager nurses who readied syringes and scalpels, resplendent in their white leather; somehow their clinical correctness added something deeply erotic to the scene, making Eric yearn to masturbate as he knelt naked with his own balls exposed, leashed and owned by his own beautifully mature mistress. Victoria smiled down at him to ensure he was enjoying the show as much as she; the exquisiteness of the permanent and irreversible punishment of a male this way excited her no end. Her cunt bulged and tingled with arousal as she witnessed the male squirm, strapped and helpless; her dominant streak was running riot, she would thoroughly enjoy seeing the male separated from his balls. She teased Eric's cock with her leather crop, making him gasp for want of relief.

"Remember, you earned yourself a caning last night; I am going to give you such a thrashing when I get you home." She laughed as Eric did his best to chase the crop with his rigid cock as she drew it away. The promise of punishment made, the eyes of the two returned expectantly to the act of permanent submission neither wished to miss. Sylvia Rennes squeaked forward in her tight purple leather, smiling down at the squirming male who was about to give her and the other ladies such an erotic thrill. As his mistress toyed with the cock which was ready and erect for the final time, Madam Rennes took great delight in softly lifting the balls she would shortly remove, making the desperate male hump his cock as much as his bonds would allow, into the leather-gloved hand of his sternly smiling mistress. The dominant bitch in purple was in complete control now, and she was anxious that her victim and everyone in attendance would savour the moment. She temporarily unzipped her tight leather down to her delicious ass, and then wriggled out of her panties which dropped to her ankles, just visible at the bottom of her flared lower skirt. There were groans and the sound of another cane being put to good use, as the sight of the flesh at the top of Madam Rennes' rear cleavage, and the buxom nurse helping her re-zip up in the tight leather was all too much for one male, who shot his load involuntarily as he imagined the scent of that glorious crack.

There would be no imagining the scent for the male who was to lose his balls; Sylvia bent to her ankles, giving the rampant slaves a beautiful panorama of her globular ass, stretching the leather delectably. She picked up her panties which were a matching frilly purple; the gusset much darker, soiled with her arousal. The male's mistress squeezed his cock hard; feeling it pulse in need of ejaculation as Sylvia smartly gagged him with the highly seasoned panties, ensuring his nose was treated to the most soiled part of the gusset.

"There! You have opted to delight your mistress and all who are present by giving up your balls for the righteousness of womanhood. Nothing arouses a woman like the prospect of castrating a man; you now smell the arousal of a woman who is going to realise that ambition, and will thoroughly enjoy doing so. My nurses will inject your sack and then your mistress will milk you one final time. You will give a good show; this is inevitable because it will be your last. Your mistress will then have the privilege of slitting your sack, and I know she is very eager to do so. I will then have the divine pleasure of removing your balls." His muffled cries were pitiful, as his cock stiffened to absolute rigidity with the taunting words of the purple goddess; his mistress smiled with satisfaction and began to stroke his cock to oblivion as he snorted in ecstasy at the delicious whiff of the cunt of the woman who would take his manhood; the scent was indeed divine. Sylvia Rennes stood commandingly.

"Nurse; inject his sack!" the nurse's nipples poked through the leather like thimbles as she delighted in feeling the male wince as the sharp needle was eased slowly and as painfully as she could, into the sack which would soon be emptied, his mistress savoured the moment with a broad smile, as he witnessed his pain and quickened her strokes, anxious to see his balls held high. The male panicked just a little a she felt his balls numb as though they had already gone; a chemical castration would not suit any woman, the delicious spectacle of seeing a man's balls physically removed being secondary only to seeing a male dance at the end of a rope; he would shoot his last and see his own balls sliced away, a few moments after they had delivered their final seed. His mistress quickened her stroke even further and sneered down triumphantly as the male squirmed pointlessly against the bonds he could not escape from, the delightful tingle of the inevitable orgasm now gripping him as Sylvia's glorious scent willed him on to castration. His mistress grinned as she felt him begin to convulse.

"I'll have your cream now; immediately! Then we'll have your balls!" The watching crowd of women erupted to match the fountain of cream the doomed male's balls shot forth as he spent for the last time, in complete and utter submission to the women. Sylvia Rennes casually captured some in a small jar as he gratefully emptied the balls which would be of no further use to him. She smiled with satisfaction as his mistress made sure he spent all he could.

"A souvenir of his last, to be added to the ice cubes at my next cocktail party; I find it a very popular novelty, consuming the proceeds of a last orgasm, so exquisite."

The male stopped wriggling and lay in complete submission as his smiling mistress was handed a scalpel and as Sylvia held the sack and pointed, his mistress's pussy was close to orgasm as she deftly slit his sack, exposing his balls. The crowd of women hushed as one of the nurses then passed a larger, cruel looking knife to the purple goddess, who grinned with absolute pleasure as she fingered his split sack with her free hand and showed him the knife.

"You'll not soil your mistress's sheets again; I'll have your balls now." With a broad grin and a swift movement of the knife, Sylvia Rennes severed the male's balls and held them aloft to the rapturous applause of the watching women. As the male looked at his own balls displayed by the magnificent woman he began to come to terms with the fact that he'd submitted to womanhood and had paid the penultimate price; the scent of Sylvia's gusset was just as sweet, but in a different way. The smiling nurses ten took great pride in suturing his sack; flat and empty.