Another one that was just too long (ironically, enough, given the theme) for a caption.

…and I was thinking it would make things easier for both of
us, you see?  Because I know how
frustrated you get, locked up in that thing, 
So if you only have half as many balls, you ‘ll probably only want to
come half as often.  And it’s better for
me too, because I won’t have to keep unlocking you every few months.
The penectomy?  Well
that’s just cosmetic.  I just thought we
could get you tidied up down there.  
Make it a lot shorter.
Well, sure, I know I’ve always said it’s too short already.  But I mean it is too short for penetration and
stuff like that.  But you’re never going
to need it for that again, so we might as well cut it back a bit. 
How much?  How much of what?
Oh, I see.  Well, as long as there’s enough there for you
to grab on to when I unlock it, I suppose.  An
inch…maybe a bit more?
No, not an inch
off, silly.  An inch left.

Well, that’s why I’m talking to you about it.  Our contract’s very clear that I can’t have
you castrated without consent.  I meant
it then and I meant it now.  I’d like you
to do this willingly, I really would.  I
know it’s better for both of us.

OK.  Well, I’m sorry
you feel that way about it.  I really
am.  Maybe if you think about it a bit
longer, we can…?
Uh huh.  Well, if you’re
going to be like that I guess there’s nothing more to talk about.
Only, I have been thinking about it, you see.  And I’ve been reading that contract we
signed.  And I think you’ll find it
defines ‘castration’ as removal of the slave husband’s balls.  Plural. 
Not ball – balls.  And it says
nothing about your cock, just that I can’t subject you to anything that removes
your ability to function sexually, without consent.
And with your one ball, and your one-inch cock (and after
that little tantrum, you can forget about getting anything more than an inch,
buster!), your little messing can still happen. 
Whenever I decide it’s OK.

So, I’m afraid this is going to have to be one of those
things that the mistress decides and the slave husband just has to accept.  And I’ve already made the booking and paid a
deposit anyway.

Hmmm?  Oh, Wednesday I
think.  Or was it Thursday?  Bring me my diary – it’s in the hall.

0 thoughts on “Boundaries”

  1. One should be careful when marrying a lawyer. I know there is the comfort of slaving away in a nice home in a nice area. One that no male could afford to live in on his own since we are not allowed to be lawyers anymore. But it can be seen to have its downsides.

    Hasn't Mother Nature been magnanimous in giving males and extra testicle they don't need.


  2. Indeed she isn't. And you're right, it is just a trifling matter. It's really very good of her to take the time to explain it all like this, instead of just packing you off and getting it done, for goodness' sake.

  3. Thank you, Femsup. Mother Nature gave some of us two testicles we don't need, apparently. Seems a little excessive – but who am I to question?

  4. We should never question our superiors or that is a sure way to find our testicles in our mouth to shut us up.


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