castration – Page 21 – Contemplating the divine

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.

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!

Fuss

Yeah, it was a bit weird, actually. I mean, I thought I’d enjoy it, but actually
I found it kind-of disturbing, you know?

I hadn’t told him what was going to
happen, of course, but he figured it out as soon as we got to the clinic, and
he was panicking and trying to get away.
Honestly, if I hadn’t thought to have him on the leash, I think he really would
have run out onto the street. Fortunately, the nurses
there are very good – I mean, they see this sort of thing a lot. So they soon had him strapped down, but he
was still screaming hysterically and pleading – all “Oh God, Mistress, please
don’t do it, I’ll do anything!” You
know?

And then we had a long wait for the
doctor to get round to him, and it’s amazing, he was shrieking and crying the
whole time. I had to step out and go for
a little walk in the fresh air. He’d
calmed down a bit when I got back, but then the doctor arrived and started
getting the knives out, you know, and it all started up again. Honestly, I think he made more fuss while he
was lying there waiting, then he did when she started cutting! And you know what he’s like with pain. Always has been – he screamed the place down
on our wedding night.

Anyway, all done eventually.

I hope this one’ll be easier when I take
him in. I made him watch when I punished
the other one for embarrassing me in front of the doctor like that. So he should be more co-operative.

But we’ll find out tomorrow, I suppose.

Do you fancy a cup of tea?

Love not given lightly

Now if it gets too much for you, just cry out at any time, OK? She likes that.

Now that’s the kind of expression I usually have, when I’m in session. Sort of “oh shit”.

This picture is from menareslaves.com. You guessed, didn’t you?

Well, I think she shouldn’t have. It’s ridiculous. I mean, the elevator guy only has to press a button.

This is the delightful (sometimes too delightful – but I like to imagine her being mean) Carla Brown. So I guess that makes you Mr Carla Brown.

Oh – and it does count, even if your fingers are crossed. So don’t think you’re getting away that easily, boy number 3.

Yes. Yes it will.

Taking her hand in marriage

If you’re lucky. If you’re unlucky, you might have to take the cane as well.

On we go.

I wonder if they have a ‘bring your daughter to work’ day, too?

Best not to look nervous at this point. Just relax. I’m sure she’s very broadminded.

The only thing worse than being locked up in chastity is being in chastity and not locked up, I think you’ll find.

That’s a relief.

Don’t even mention little blue men. Unless you want Victoria to cane you. Do you? Oh…OK. Well, go ahead then.

After school activities

Hi Honey!

Listen – Miranda called today. You remember she started teaching at that new
school? That’s right. Sex education for a class of seventeen
year-old girls. I mean, can you imagine!

Anyway, she came round a couple of days ago, because she
knows you had the operation a few years ago, and she wanted to borrow the
jar. Show them what male genitalia
really look like.

So of course I said yes (sorry – hope that’s OK with you!).

Well, apparently the kids were really interested! I mean, that’s amazing – normally they only
care about Facebook and stuff like that.
And she wants to use that in her teaching – you know, get them talking
about sexual politics, how traditional gender roles are changing, the image of
the ‘castrating woman’ in literature and popular culture… You know?

So, she was wondering if we could go in and talk to the
class some time. To talk about how we
handle sex now – apparently when she first told them, they thought we were both celibate!

I thought maybe we could pop in next Tuesday. She’d do it as an after school activity – you
know, put up a poster and just see how many turn up.

You’re not busy on Tuesday, are you? I told her it would probably be OK, but I
thought I’d better just check first.

Don’t worry – it won’t be like this. You’ll get a much bigger audience, I’m sure.

I grant I never saw a goddess go…

…My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she
belied with false compare.

She walks upon the ground it’s true, but also into my dreams. Ahhh.

Really, men get so obsessive about this sort of thing.

It’s good to have choices. Eat it, don’t eat it. Up to you.

I’ve noticed she seems to stay cross for longer, these days.

Actually, the Ladies always cook too much food at Christmas, and they end up having to throw at least half of it away. But it doesn’t get wasted – they just feed it to the pigs.

The person is political.

And, just for Another Anonymous:

See? It’s worth commenting in this blog. You get stuff.

Time for change

Oh – honey. About
last night… look, next time you meet him, could you be a bit less weird around
Adrian? I mean, goodness, he just
mentioned his operation and you looked like you were having a panic
attack. And then you spent the rest of
the evening staring at his crotch.

Yes, it was very noticeable.
Honestly – anyone would think you hadn’t met anyone who’d been castrated
before.

Don’t be silly – of course you have. You know Simon, don’t you, and Fernando and –

Yes, of course he is. Simon had the op almost – oh I don’t know, two years
ago now. Jeanne told me. And there’s Eric of course. Eric was castrated ages ago. He was one of the first, in our circle.

Yes he is. Honey, I’m
not going to argue about this! Well,
maybe you didn’t know, but believe me Eric’s got nothing down there any more. Angie had a few friends over the day it was
done.

No, well it’s a girl thing, you
wouldn’t have been invited.

You know, actually I think it might be harder to think of
which of the married men we know hasn’t been cut. There’s Alex of course – Karen’s been trying
to get him to the clinic for years now, but you know how stubborn he is. And Malcolm and Kate, but that’s because
they’re still trying to have children.
Kate doesn’t want IVF for some reason, so they’ve agreed they won’t do
it yet.

Paul? Hmmm. I don’t know actually. I haven’t heard anything. Amelia doesn’t like to talk about private things like that. But he does seem a lot calmer than he used to be, don’t you think? Sort of placid. That’s often a sign – it’s because the testosterone isn’t there any more, apparently. Maybe he is. Gosh – it’s almost everyone then, isn’t it?

I guess we’re just at that kind of age. Like a few years back, when everyone seemed
to be getting married, and then everyone seemed to be having kids. We’re a bit behind, this time, I suppose.

Oh, stop looking so panicked. We don’t have to talk about it any time soon,
if you don’t want! I’m fine with how
things are just now. You know I am. They do say it’s best
to get it done before you’re 45, that’s the only thing. And that would still give me time to enjoy a
few younger men before I hit the menopause.

But there’s no rush.
Maybe some time after the summer holidays? You’ll probably want to have sex when we’re
in Portugal, after all. It would make
the holiday really special, knowing it was the last time for you, don’t you
think?

Anyway, we can talk about it another time. Do you want to watch some TV?

Crying behind the tears

Never mind. They can’t spend the whole two weeks discussing your sexual inadequacies, now can they?

And you can play out ‘small penis humiliation’ scenes even more effectively! You like SPH, right?

Plenty of time. Brain damage sets in quite quickly, but it’s a few minutes after that before any vital organs are affected.

Well, she seems very determined. Just as well, at those hourly rates.

This is of course, the divine Eleise de Lacy, of Femme Fatale fame. Wonderful lady, wonderful site.

Time to pull out that faded old copy of the pre-nup and refresh your memory about some of the other terms she insisted on putting in. I’m fairly sure many of the more painful ones are illegal, though – maybe you could have a word with the learned lady from the previous picture?