Servitor – Page 178 – Contemplating the divine

Routine

Hmm? No – lots of men ask about that. I suppose it was a bit
strange at first. But after the first week or so, working on the castration
ward just feels like working anywhere else in the hospital. I’ve been doing it
for almost two years now –bit boring actually.

Right – now we’re just removing the testes today, OK? Then
your penectomy’s tomorrow. It’s best to get the testicles out of the way first,
so there’s no danger of tumescence during the operation.

Oh now, come on. It’ll be all right. Nothing to worry about.
I castrated two men this morning, and I’ll probably get another three done
after I’ve finished with you. Just relax. You’re in good hands.

My name’s Deborah, by the way! Sorry – nearly forgot to say!
Terrible really, you know – it can get so routine, I just think of you as my
“10 am castration”. But every patient’s different, aren’t they? A real person, not
just a set of genitals to be removed.

Anyway – you’re John, aren’t you? Oh – really? Are you? Oh, I’m really sorry, George. Maybe John’s one of the ones this afternoon. I’m sure there was a John. Anyway – pleased to meet you, John – George! I’m Deborah. Debbie, really.

Anyway, let’s get on with it. Ready? You might want to look
away during the procedure. Just look at the chart behind my head, or something.
Won’t take a moment.

Here we go.

Some of them want to abuse you

…and the rest don’t really, but they’ll probably have a go if there’s nothing else to do.

Anyway, you need to go to bed early so you can get up in time to do all your chores, right?

If you survive the mixing process, you’ll be encased in concrete forever. What’s not to like?

Just routine. Nothing to worry about.

Actually, I had a similar experience a year or so ago. My doctor put me on a course of pain-killers, just before I was due to visit my Significant Other. A bit pointless, really.

It’s partly that he doesn’t see new people very often, of course.

The four stages

It is a well known fact that the development of any skill passes through four stages. Let me illustrate:

1. Unconscious incompetence

The individual does not understand or know how to do something and does not necessarily recognize the deficit.

They may deny the usefulness of the skill.

The individual must recognise their own incompetence, and the value of the new skill, before moving on to the next stage.

The length of time an individual spends in this stage depends on the strength of the stimulus to learn.

2. Conscious incompetence

Though the individual does not understand or know how to do something, he or she does recognize the deficit…

…as well as the value of a new skill in addressing the deficit

The making of mistakes can be integral to the learning process at this stage.

… and then apparently there’s another two stages, but I have never got beyond conscious incompetence. I’m really good at that, as regular readers of the blog will know.

Because she says so

Always the best reason.

I think there’s now an app you can get that makes the whole process a lot simpler.

Aren’t you lucky?

I read in a self-esteem book once, that you should write out a list of all the things about yourself you despise. I got on quite well at first, but after a few months it started to get quite unwieldy. So I started this blog instead. And it’s been great – I haven’t been troubled by self-esteem since.

Looks safe enough. Hope he gets something liquid to drink at some point, though.

Hmmm. I wonder what they’re going to do with those bunches of flowers?

All the same

Something new for the blog – a collection of themed, uncaptioned pictures. But all really making exactly the same point, a simple answer to a simple question:

“Because life’s not fair – that’s why!”

Report an abusive image

…if you spot any of those, do let me know, won’t you?

No taxation without, err….

Sounds exciting.

I always find the washing instructions on clothes hard to understand. So did he, apparently.

It wouldn’t really be asking permission if she didn’t say no, now and then, would it?

It rarely is, actually. In fact, I don’t know about you but I’ve always found the standard travel phrasebooks to be pretty useless in session. I’m thinking of writing in to complain.

Making him pay

nnnn nnnNNN NNNGGG! nngg nnnng!

Oh well. It’ll be agony this time, around, but…it’s not as if you masturbate often. Is it?

Oddly, I understand this is one exception to the rule ‘everything tastes like chicken’. It just doesn’t.

This is from a lovely English Mansion clip, much of which can be found here. I just love the way Mistress Neive (the blonde one) giggles. ‘Hee hee hee’. Somehow the way she’s slightly self-conscious makes it even sexier.

Good thing you’re into humiliation. You’ll be getting lots of that.

Actually, it’ll be quite a bit cheaper than having it done back in a properly equipped facility in the First World. More holiday spending money – can’t object to that!

Divine retribution

Best to pretend you didn’t overhear anything. Just act normal…relaxed.

I think he’s learning to be less of a dickhead. But it’s a slow process.

It’s so rare to meet a woman who really understands…

And then you never need worry about getting lost, ever again. No matter where you are, she can always track you down.

Oh, women can be so silly. Does she really think he’ll have changed his mind, just because his wrists are shackled to that bar? I think someone’s going to be rather disappointed here!

The hard labour of love

I don’t see why. Sounds like a great deal to me.

That’s thoughtful. One of my former Significant Others was always very keen on symmetrical patterns of welts. She’d take quite a long time adding a bit here, a bit there until it was right.

Good. It’s about time those pampered slaves at OWK learned the meaning of hard work and discipline.

This is – of course – the magnificent Madame Sarka, who will not be returning to OWK, but can be found here.

Yeah. Women can be sensitive about these things.
Aren’t the little heel-marks cute, by the way?

Apologies to MenAreSlaves.com for abusing two of their pictures this week (it’s their own fault for making such a vast archive of video stills public!). Of course, if they object in any way I will beg their forgiveness and take whatever consequences they mete out. In the meantime, why not pay their website a visit?

Nice to see boys getting a look-in, in this traditionally female occupation anyway. I’ve always fancied being a booth-babe. But it’s hard to imagine a product that would actually sell any more if I did.