More glimpses of bygone worlds: male inferiority is really nothing new. Should have been last week, but rocket went up.
Well-behaved women seldom make history
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
New Boudoir Eunuch continued . . .
At that point, much to the general astonishment of the Court, a young men stepped forward. It was the merchant’s son.
He was a handsome fellow, who made a very decorous little speech about how it would be his honour to put right the error of his father.
The Queen graciously considered the offer. He was easy on the eye. She never quite understood why men volunteered for these duties, but no matter. She made it clear there were certain skills the young man would need to demonstrate first. So she sent him and a comely lady-in-waiting off to a private chamber.
They returned a hour later. The lady-in-waiting was glowing. “His tongue is not just pretty in speech, your Grace” she reported.
So the Queen sent for her barber-surgeon, who carried out all her castrations.
PP
I imagine the young gentleman of the Court are quite precise in their instructions when they visit the barber-surgeon. “Just a cut today, is it, Sir? Maybe trim it back a little, now the weather’s finally turning warm?”
As for the story, I note you don’t quite say that the Queen accepted the deal, as offered. She’s a Queen, not a merchant. I mean, I’m sure she’s all in for dealing with the error of the father, as well as taking the manhood and service of the son. But she can do the latter and then turn her attention back to the former, can’t she? Otherwise where’s the fun in being a Queen?
Best wishes
S