castration – Page 22 – Contemplating the divine

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.

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.

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.

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