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6/23/2022 7:05 pm

A disturbing dream got me focussed on what I had to do.

I woke up in that hiding place at first light in a disturbed state with my hardness reflecting the dream I'd been having about Velma that screamed for my attention and it seemed my subconscious was as confused about her as I was about her.
In one instance it was the memory of her often checking out Daphne's ass and knowing she'd not had a boyfriend made me think she'd drifted into the wild side and was considering an affair with a woman.
Maybe many women started of that way till they'd decided what they wanted I thought. Maybe she was just waiting for the right guy also I thought and she could be partial to even having a large black cock up her ass.
Oddly I didn't feel overly jealous at this thought but a restlessness was definitely present inside me. I didn't even know if she was all woman. She could even be a T and that could make it awkward for me if she ever accepted my advances.
I'm sure she'd be quite concerning and sweet about breaking it to me when she was ready for sex. Damn I thought ,I had to get out of this place and back to my own time to find out who she really was.
So with that thought driving me I set off with my new identity badge and clothes towards the city. I had been carefully briefed on what to do and who to find to help me.
I had also been warned about the female rulers who if rubbed the wrong way would turn brutal and resort to their femdom ways.
I'd already suffered much from femdom women in the past and knew how they loved extort their pleasure though torturing a mans balls.
The cruel expressions on their faces still taunted me as they tightened the clamps.
I wanted to avoid anything like that and in fact the pass I was wearing was the one that showed I was a simple eunuch who'd already been castrated.
It was better that way they told me as the one's with balls were put under a lot of scrutiny and even forced to do certain things like participate in online dating sites.
They were even required to write suitable letters that prospective suitors could read and be warmed and consoled by the thought that real men still existed.
But if the guy snapped and wrote the wrong things they would be cautioned and lose points that would eventually add up to see them marked for castration.
Then vile and wicked women would bid to take his nuts and would display them in a jar of preserving fluid with his name and picture of his face on them.
He was told about one wealthy woman who used her influence in the wrong ways who had collected several sets of balls and would ply the online dating sites looking at the faces of her prospective victims before making up her mind who's balls she was gonna take, then deliberately bait the man with offending blogs to make them fail on their duties.
But I would be fine and just left alone so long as I wore the badge.
This would be turn out to be useful but also slightly upsetting when I saw gorgeous girls eyeing me of and giving sweet gestures only to change their minds when they got close enough to see I was ball less.
Damn the way that would irk me too.

GOD_GOD_GOD 98M

6/23/2022 7:07 pm

So many questions that needed answers.