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Headcanon time!

It's not like I'm going to hypnotize you.

Why would you think that?

Why bother thinking that I'm going to hypnotize you and drop you into a deep trance?

All that paranoia isn't healthy for you, you know.

It'd be so much easier to relax on that front and let your mind wander to other things.

Wouldn't you agree?

So just relax. Get comfortable.

I have something to tell you. Something very important.

So keep reading, and I'll tell you exactly what that is.

(Note: This is a tumblr-only mini-fic as part of an effort to diversify my presence across platforms. I’ll be trying my hand at a few of these 500-ish word length stories)

The lady of the house clicked her fingers and, once the maid had stopped licking at the bound boy’s privates and hurried out of the room, prepared the hypodermic kit.

‘Stupid boy. Did you think your grandfather spoke merely of money when he disinherited you? Did you think you could leave to glide along on the name and education with which this family saw fit to provide? There are two classes in this world, those who lead and those who serve, and there is no soft niche to burrow ticklike into betwixt them.’

The boy whimpered as she grabbed his still-stiff shaft, writhing from side to side, his wrists and ankles tied too tightly to each corner of the bed for anything but token resistance. She looked at his penis almost admiringly. When she touched his balls, she squeezed them hard until he wailed into the rag stuffed between his lips.

'Your seed is an inheritance too.’

She prepared two needles. The boy groaned as she made small injections at five points along his penis with the first needle, and howled as she made an injection deep into both of his testicles with the second. His cock wilted like spinach in a saucepan.

'That was the last erection you’ll ever have; I hope you made the most of it,’ she said, satisfaction evident in her voice. 'Your seed, too, is now dead, even if someone were to milk it out of you.’

She took another item out of the kit, a thumb-thick, three-inch long steel cylinder with a much-thinner inch-long protrusion at one end, and a set of interlocking steel rings at the other. The boy squirmed as she guided the thin protrusion into his urethra and kept going, the solid steel block pushing his glans back into his foreskin, which rolled over the metal until his penis had been inverted three inches back into his body cavity. One of the rings went behind and underneath his testicles, a second went over and in front, they closed on a hinge and were locked in place with a silver padlock. From the outside it looked as if his penis had been pulled out at the root; its cavity filled with something metal and medical.

'As it serves no purpose there’s no reason that we should allow the remnants of your manhood to flop around uselessly, so it shall stay locked up inside of you at all times except under blessedly brief interludes of hygenic necessity.’ She reached down and gave his balls a vicious squeeze, which caused him to howl and thrash hard enough to wobble the bedposts. 'These, on the other hand, are a useful source of discipline. If and when such a time occurs that you do not require such discipline, I shall call for a surgeon and give you the mercy of removing them.’

She put away the needles and brought out another bag. 'Soon, you will serve this household as a maid. This will only commence once you have been properly trained in both skill and temperment, and until then you’ll serve as little more than a chamber pot.’

Donning a pair of leather gauntlets, she prepared a slim polished-wood dildo by slathering it in a thick off-white paste. More howls, more protests as she shoved it inside him with no great care or gentleness

'I’m afraid that the cream will induce a dreadful itching, and after repeated applications this itching will become permanent. It can be soothed by the application of balm or by stretching and massaging the affected areas with penetrative means. The maids in our employ behave most solicitously for the promise of one or both of these treatments, you know.’

The protests turned to grunts, the thrashing to wiggling, and then to tears. The lady of the house giggled to herself as she wiped the dildo clean and carefully replaced her equipment.

The life of a single human being is worth a million times more than all the property of the richest man on earth.