Your balls are worthless, and have little value, so when I asked you just how much they're worth to you, You said you would give them up just for a glance of my freshly shaved pussy. So I decided that I would take you up on that. Now you find yourself in one helluva predicament as I recount all the ways your pathetic tiny balls are in fact, pathetic and worthless. But I would be remiss to say that they do contain a bit of value and that value is in me owning them. That's right... My ownership of your castrated balls increases the value so dramatically that I agree to give you what you want, in exchange for the irreversible castration, making you a eunuch for the rest of your life. As I stand in front of you, in my gorgeous bespoke leather dress, you can't help but find yourself growing weaker, mesmerized by my power and beauty... you start to consider the ramifications of your choice. You never liked your balls anyway, you know they're small and inadequate, I mean they barely produce any kind of substantial load at all... just a watery, slimy mess of infertility! It is better this way, permanently chaste, just for an opportunity, a moment in time, of watching me shave my pussy. While my hair will grow back, and more thick and full than ever, your balls will always be gone. They will be permanently kept in a jar on my shelf. And maybe once in a while, Il'l even let you hold them so you can remember all the pathetically mediocre times you spent with them hahahah