“I have Mark on the line, but he wants you to call him Darlene,” Mindy says, “You’re going to be 27 and a white, hard-core dom. He gets into violent sort of stuff so keep that in mind. It’s a 10 minute call.”
I scribble all this down in my notebook, wondering what I’ll have to do to him. I don’t really have a problem telling them how to hurt themselves. Typically the ones into pain announce what tools they have, and I just tell them what to do with them. Q-tips for the peehole, clothespins for nipples, rubber bands and leather straps for the genitals. Easy. That is until someone tells you they also have a toilet brush? I wasn’t sure if I should make him spank himself or fuck himself with it. So, I chose both.
Anyway, we’re talking about Mark/Darlene here.
When we’re connected, I ask Darlene to describe himself.
“Well,” he says in that annoying wanna-be-a-lady-sub voice, “I’m a forced sub slave with boobs…”
That’s a new one.
“I have implants,” he continues, “They’re a 36DD. I’m wearing a white lacy bra and a pair of white crotchless panties. I would like to be without balls.”
“Well, that makes sense,” I tell him, “There’s no use in having a balls when you’re all dressed up like a girl.”
“No, Mistress.”
“We’re going to have to cut those balls right off,” I announce, matter-of-factly.
I run through the castration stories I’ve read trying to think of the best way to fix this guy. I belonged to a body modification site for a while, and there were a number of eunuchs there. I knew there was a big contraption that crushes the blood vessels that feed the testicles, causing them to shrink and be absorbed by the body. It’s usually used on cows, but people do use it to castrate themselves or their friends. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was called and having no internet, I couldn’t look it up, so I settled on the good old sharp knife/rubber band scenario. The contraption I was thinking of is a Burdizzo, if you’re curious. (Don’t worry, I linked you to the Wikipedia page, so there’s nothing gory. Google it if you’d like the hardcore stuff.)
“I sit you in a chair,” I say quietly, “I take wrist restraints and I tie your left hand to the left arm of your chair. Then I strap your right arm down. I spread your legs and strap each ankle to the legs of the chair.”
“Oh yes, Mistress.”
“I wrap a rubber band around and around your sack, we don’t want too much blood on those pretty white panties, now do we?”
“Oh no, Mistress,” he says breathlessly, he’s very excited, so I speak slowly and quietly.
“I take a scalpel and cut down the center of your ballsack. Then I cut around, and pull the skin open, exposing your little, worthless testicles.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Turn your hands palm up, Darlene,” I don’t know why these things pop into my mind. I have to admit, I was a little amused and a little horrified by the story building in my brain.
“Yes, Mistress,” poor Darlene, he has no idea what I’m doing and he’s very confused.
“I pull out one testicle and I place it into your left hand. Then I take the other and place it in your right.”
“Oh yes, Mistress!” He’s happy again.
“I remove the rest of the skin of your sack, leaving you with a useless little cock, and ball free. I untie your hands. Do you know what I want you to do with your testicles, Darlene?”
“No, Mistress,” confusion again.
I laugh softly.
“I want you to eat them!”
Don’t ask me. I have no idea where that came from.
“Oh yes, Mistress! They taste good, Mistress! Thank you for letting me eat them,” he says breathlessly, he really does seem to be enjoying my little story, and that’s all that matters.
“Next time I talk to you, we’re going to hack off that worthless piece of meat left dangling between your legs.”
“Oh no, Mistress. I still want to stroke my cock.”
Now he sounds horrified. My laughter is genuine.
“You can’t stroke your cock anymore, you silly little bitch. Your cock is useless now without your balls, you’re a eunuch now,” I still say this softly, but condescending and mocking at the same time.
“A what, Mistress?”
“You’ve never heard of a eunuch? You know how some kings used to have harems?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, a eunuch was a castrated man in charge of watching over the harem. Since he was castrated, he wouldn’t become aroused and think of fucking one of the women.”
“I see, Mistress.”
“So, without your balls, you’ll have much less of a sex drive, if you even have one at all. I suppose I should have let you stroke yourself one last time before I took your balls…oh well, too late now.” I’m laugh to let him know I really don’t care. “It’s possible you’ll still be able to get an erection. Don’t bank on it, though.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“When you’re ready to get rid of that useless dick, I’ll cut it off for you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Did you enjoy eating your testicles, Darlene?”
“I did, Mistress.”
“Good, then you’ll enjoy eating your cock, too.”
“Oh yes, Mistress! Thank you! May I call you again?”
“Of course, how else can we cut off your cock?”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!”
“You’re welcome. Have a good night, my silly little eunuch. I will talk with you again soon.”
I love it when I can disturb myself with these calls.