Hello again my little slaves,
As you might know I like to modify my CBT slaves to fit my standards. While most modifications are psychological in nature, there is still a need to adjust some physiological characteristics of my pets. Generally speaking getting my slaves castrated is the first of such modifications I impose on any slave I deem worthy to serve me. As long as those balls are still functioning it is often difficult for the slave to control his (subconscious) animalistic urges. Hence it is paramount to start the destruction of those nasty testicles as soon as possible. As you all know, this is a task I happily carry out 🙂
I do not consider slaves as men, and as such they do not need functioning sexual organs. In fact to call those things sexual organs is an insult to me as a Mistress and to real men in general. In essence those balls and dicklets are my canvas. My toys for cock and ball torture or maybe some nice ballbusting but nothing more than that.
This is why it infuriates me when a slave dares to get an erection in my presence. It is a symbol of massive disrespect as the slave is basically non verbally communicating that he wants to fuck me! When this happens I just want to cut that disgusting thing off and feed it to them or stuff it in their ass. I’m getting angry just by thinking of it while typing this post. I’m 100% convinced that all slaves must be castrated to reach their full potential.
When my puppy could still get erections I used to punish him relentlessly whenever he lost control over his clit. It would get erect while I was washing it. Sometimes it would even try to stand up while I was doing my work on it. Not only does this insult me, it also ruins my beautiful needleplay art!
Punishment for failing
I ordered my slave to “lose” the erection he had while I was washing him. He had ten seconds to go fully limp, to the point where I can bend it in any direction without resistance. Since he failed this test, it was now time to pay! Normally I prefer to whip the dicklet until the slave regains control. In other cases where the erection is a bit stubborn I resort to using a syringe to suck the blood out.
This time however I was not in the mood to give warnings. Since I had warned him multiple times before, it was now time for real damage. I ordered my slave to lie on the floor as I tied his feet to the wall hooks. For good measure I also tied his hands above his head, leaving him completely defenceless to what was to come.
Slave balls kicked in half. . .
I left the room and returned with my favourite pair of high heels. A pair of beautiful pink ball-kickers covered in spikes, perfection! My slave looked a bit worried as I took my place between his legs and looked down at the still (semi) erect insult between his legs. He knew what was coming, and he deserved every second of it! Slowly I pulled back my leg, winding up for the giant kick that would crush those testicles.
With a swift snap I put all my strength in this kick and my spiked ball-buster hit it’s mark flawlessly. My slave let out a screeching high pitched girly sound, I knew this was going to be good 🙂 Apparently my kick had crushed the testicle against the bone or another hard part and destroyed it. The testicle was very swollen and the shape looked weird to me. You can see it in one of my pictures, it looked like it was cut in half with a narrow middle section connecting both halves.
Do you still want to fuck me, slave?
My slave was writhing in agony while I was squeezing the testicle while examining it. I did not care at all of course, I was just curious to see what had happened to the little man egg. The testicle felt different in consistency, not like a firm solid shape any more. After I was satisfied with my inquiry I regained my previous position between his open legs. I looked down on my slave, who was still in agony, and asked him if he still wanted to fuck me.
He lost the erection, the balls were swollen and red and he was moaning something unintelligible. I want my slaves to articulate when they receive the honour of answering me. Therefore I disregarded this “answer” and gave him another kick to help him formulate a sentence. I asked him again: “Do you still want to fuck me?”. This time I was satisfied by the reply. My slave begged me for forgiveness and vowed he would behave better.
Better safe than sorry
This incident made me look for a more permanent solution. I wanted to not only control his conscious behaviour but also his base primal instincts of the hormonal kind. I researched the topic of castration and testicular atrophy as a result of trauma. The results where encouraging, it seems that men like cattle become more docile and manageable when you castrate them. This was exactly what the doctor ordered 🙂 Puppy had to be neutered!
So now you know why I prefer my slaves castrated. If you want to read more about the actual castration, you can read that by following the link: https://www.castratix.nl/femdom-castration-mistress/ I will write more about the other modifications in another post so stay tuned slaves.