“A deal is a deal, Jamie. You had your moment of pleasure,” I reminded him. And then I tied off the left, not fully tightening. I wanted Jamie to be slowly castrated…to maximize the number of days of declining maleness. I wanted him thinking of the superior female and the ‘dainty’ hand that was so easily robbing him of any opportunity for normality...that the power nature imbues can so readily be modified...that strength is so sadly evanescent. I wanted him to wallow in his ebbing virility while I took mental control.
Jamie was forlorn at first, moping about the basement clinic, many times at the end of my leash, as I smilingly walked him about while he was painlessly being castrated. Sometimes I wonder if the male is better off experiencing some overwhelmingly traumatic episode when un
