Should Every Male Undergo Castration?
Slave knelt with bowed head. Slaves do not speak without permission.
Mistress Theodora asked her lover:
“Should we have slave spayed?”
Mistress Pru smiled, nothing disgusted her girlfriend more than male genitalia.
“I would prefer he retain them.”
“Because of how loudly he screams during CBT.”
“You know how much I enjoy listening to men suffer.”
Slave did not dare nod his head. No one knew better than he how much she enjoyed his tears.
“But it is more than pleasure. Can you think of better punishment than testicle kicking?”
Pru pressed her lips. They were having a common discussion.
“I cannot bear seeing his junk – whoever coined the term deserves a box of money – I don’t want to see his genitalia anymore.”
Knowing Pru’s feelings would never fade, Theodora had researched male genital concealment.
“Let me get a catalog.”
“You can’t bribe me with more jewelry. He must be cut.”
Slave listened as the women talked about his fate. His presence had no effect. They were no more conscious of him than the couch. Merely male, his superiors decided everything. Not only gelding but what he ate, how long he slept, etc. He had a single role: obey.
Theodora returned with her new iPad Pro.
“Look at this. The belt in the middle.”
Pru saw a catalog page of male chastity devices. In the middle was a shiny metal device that went around a male’s waist. His scrotal sac and penis were completely contained. The chastity belt made his genitals invisible.
“Slave must wear this when I am home.”
“I wouldn’t be in love with you if you weren’t a clever and brilliant woman.”
“There are attachments that … “
“I’m sorry. I need to go. I have a meeting with clients.”
“You’ll be home in time for the party?”
“Yes. You know I’d hate to miss a Cruelty Party.
“Since it may be the last time I see them, I’ll probably be in the mood for CBT.”
Slave shuddered invisibly.
“Do you want me to skip slave’s afternoon whipping?”
“No need. Breaking protocol might confuse the simple creature.”
The women embraced and kissed. Pru left.
Mistress Theodora looked down at her chattel.
“I didn’t get to tell her about the built-in electroshock. Instead of ringing a bell to summon you, Theodora and I will shock you.
“Slave, retrieve my steel cane.”
The steel cane hurt the worst.
Slave, knowing his place, went to fetch it.
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