castration – Page 20 – Contemplating the divine

No means no

There’s been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman’s consent before any sexual activity. And I think that’s exactly right. If she says no – that’s it. You’ll just have to wait until next month.

Finally found something you’re good at! Well done.

The selection process is quite rigorous. Some don’t survive. But there’s plenty of them, so that’s really not a problem.

Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn’t take his mind off sexy things, I don’t know what will!

They’re more kind of… snaily, if you know what I mean. You don’t? Oh. Well – kind of like a cockroach that’s been squished under a boot most of the day – and I expect you know how bad that tastes!

Awww… sweet.

Helplessly devoted

Oh relax! Look if George is hetero too, then it’s not like you’re going to be having gay sex anyway, is it? I mean, who’s going to make you do it?

The offence? Oh – unauthorised erection, I think. Now just watch the caning very carefully and try not to let it happen again, OK?

Could get expensive.

Well I think it’s rather sweet.

Men can be so obsessive about these little things.

Unreasonable force

He’s a lucky guy.

Planet Femdom, of course. If you like statuesque ladies brutally dominating… well, that bloke mostly. I do, actually. Rather a lot.

Cruelty-free farming has its downsides. Still, I’m glad she found a solution.

Oh dear. Another of those painful conversations.

Actually, the story is rather simple. The post of office tampon boy was advertised, so he studied, and prepared and pulled every string he knew of to get it. But wouldn’t you?

Try not to take it too badly. Just because you’ll be spending the rest of your life alone, in poverty, with your empty days filled only with the longing for her doesn’t mean you have to be miserable. It just makes it very, very likely.

Arbitrary power

It’s the best sort.

It’s the personal touch that counts.

The awesome Hunteress, also known as Mistress Cassie. But you knew that!

Summer on the roof, winter in the cellar…and you get to see how she lives in the rest of the house twice a year, when you go up or down.

It’s worth taking the time to get these things right.

Don’t worry – you won’t have the apartment to yourself for long. It’s not like you’re her only slave.

One form of castration is much the same as another, I reckon. Just get on with it – that’s what I say.

Entrées

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of the dildo, her
moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the black
rubber.

And then she took it into her mouth, kneading with her lips and nibbling gently at the
glans. With little nibbles she inched
her way down to the base, the black rubber gradually disappearing into her
accommodating mouth, before his astonished eyes. Meeting his gaze, she giggled, fastened
her lips firmly around the base and slowly drew back along the length of the
dildo, which emerged glistening with her spittle.

Then, after a pause for breath, she opened her mouth wide
and bit hard just behind the head. Her
teeth sank deep into the reluctantly yielding rubber, and when they could go no
further, she shook her head gently to work them loose and, once again, bit deep
and hard. This time the bite went clean
through and the head came free in her mouth, to be spat out onto the floor.

Her mouth opened wide for a third time, and took in another
inch of what remained of the black rubber – and she bit down again, this time
chewing her way slowly until another ragged chunk came away. And so on down to the base, biting more and
more off as she went until her amused eyes were level with his horrified gaze,
and nothing but a rough stump remained.
He fainted clean away in shock.

… to wake up with wrists and ankles firmly bound, the
remains of the dildo gag still in his mouth.
He tried to lift his head, to look down to where he could feel her
presence between his legs and hear her breathing, but he could see nothing but
the top of her head, lowering down towards his groin.

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of his cock, her moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the skin.

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Giving until it hurts

… and indeed beyond.

Poor things. Their fingers must have been awfully cold. You’d think the film-makers could have provided gloves or something. Men can be so thoughtless, can’t they?

I hope they don’t lace it too tight. But they probably will, knowing them.

Sometimes, in a relationship, an apology isn’t even needed.

Looks like you’re in for another uncomfortable evening.

Ten minutes. What can we do for ten minutes… hmmm. I wonder if she’s feeling generous?

Despised and rejected by women

…whenever I get the chance, but usually I have to pay for the privilege. Ah well.

I like a domme with a sense of humour. But actually, I’ve always been able to make girls laugh. I remember my very first date – in school the next day, she and all her friends giggled whenever they saw me. Just a knack.

I try to identify and pay hommage to featured pro-dommes here, after downloading, lusting after and defacing their pictures. But does anyone not know this is Mistress Eleise de Lacey already? I mean, really? Come on guys – do try to pay attention.

Dommes: don’t try this at home. You can chip off the paintwork. Do it at his place, instead.

Good luck, George.

I’ll bet she does.

This lady – Lady Annabelle – doesn’t feature here quite as much as Ms de Lacey. But she’s very lovely too (and has a wonderful voice) and you can find more pics and video of her here, you lucky little perverts.

Well, I think it’s disgusting. Reading a squalid little porno blog like that. Yuk.

Sub-shaming

It’s a strangely self-defeating exercise, because we love it.

That’s kind of her. Not exactly a sympathy fuck… more of a pitiful wank. But the principle’s the same.

Kinda scary. Yeah.

I hold that truth to be self-evident.

OK, now that would be humiliating. And not in a good way. Well…maybe a little bit good…mmmm.

It’s uncanny. It’s almost as if she knows me. Do you think I should go and hang around her house in Beverly Hills… see if fate somehow brings us together?

She only does it to be cruel

…because she knows it teases.

Nice to know she still respects you for what you are.

Oh…not the garden centre. I hate garden centres.

Great. You can show off that little dance routine you were practicing with Mike and Gerald before the invasion. Shame about what happened to them… still, never mind.

It does seem a little unfair, on those of us that would like to be in that position.

This is, of course, the glorious Goddess Heather. She shouted at me once, you know. At Club Pedestal. I might have mentioned this before. And I didn’t even have to pay her. Aaaaah.

Sometimes you just have to take time for yourself. Don’t let anything rush you.

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.