Stone's Sterilization

The sterilization is scheduled for the next day. I take Stone to the clinic, just as I took Lexi.

He’s silent during the car ride. His face is pale, his hands trembling.

“You can still back out,” I say. “You can still change your mind.”

He shakes his head. “No. I made my choice. I’m going through with it.”

Stone is led into the operating room. He’s completely naked, his body exposed.

The doctors are professional, efficient. They position him on the table. They sedate him.

And then they begin.

The surgery takes an hour. I watch every moment of it—the incisions, the clamping, the removal. It’s brutal, clinical, and somehow beautiful.

When it’s done, Stone is wheeled into recovery.

He’s neutered now. He’s changed forever.

Stone wakes slowly, his body aching.

“It’s done?” he whispers.

“It’s done. You’re neutered. You’re mine.”

He nods, tears streaming down his face. “I’m yours. I’m yours forever.”

The recovery is slow and painful. Stone is weak, his body struggling to heal from the trauma of surgery. I sit with him, feeding him, bathing him, caring for him.

He’s grateful, his eyes full of adoration. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for everything.”