A Woman's Servant

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Welcomed Advice

Over lunch, a sandwich with Nurse Devon, there come brief reminders before my formal duty shift beings.

“Though they are boys without balls, there may remain untoward male behavior to be discouraged, Nurse Cummings. On occasion, apply outright punishment if necessary. For example, they are not to touch themselves... just as intact males are to want to play there can remain some strange urge... like the amputee who needs to scratch a missing limb. Yes, despite being snipped, they’ll attempt to toy from time to time. If it happens, first there should come a reminder that only play with the p***s of the donors is permitted... or if you deem it appropriate the p***s of another castrate. We obviously encourage homoerotic passion here. It’s delightfully humiliating for them... and quite entertaining for us.

“If your warning is ignored, or you feel the transgression is severe enough, spanking is the preferred punishment for such an offense. A hand spanking, we deem it a ‘fanny spanking’ to foster the ‘little girl’ aura we cultivate, should be offered, in full view of the other caregivers, over your lap. And do not spare the frottaging... I like to hike up my uniform and have their little p***s and fleshy scrotal remains rub and rub the tops of my bare thighs. You’d be amazed what the combination of faint pleasure and pain does for the once male psyche. The frustration is divine. They’ll want more... they’ll want less. And with enough fanny spankings there will come a bond. Not as strong as with me, the woman who ended their virility... but a respectful bond all the same.”

I nod, repressing a wicked smile. I am in my element.

“Sperm collection should be carefully measured and recorded. As you know we monitor very closely, adjusting the diet and testicle temperature for those with waning production. And of course, there will come the monthly tally, at which time the champion caregiver will receive just desserts...and those lagging caregivers offered appropriate incentive to improve.”

Nurse Devon neglects to more fully detail the events of the monthly tally. But I remain listening, knowing full well I shall learn in time.

“The afternoon shift ends with feeding. The caregivers feed the donors then feed each other. Also as you are aware, they are to assist each other with toilet needs. A caregiver is never to hold his/her own penis... never to wipe himself/herself. We promote intimacy here... much male on male intimacy if such is the proper term for interaction amongst castrates,” added with a whimsical chuckle.

I note the look of Schadenfreude. Nurse Devon, appearing to approach age fifty, is stern and matronly... and so much enjoys her dominion. A dozen helpless donors, bound in such thorough restraints, a quartet of former males, trimmed at her whim... with the dispassion of a veterinarian... it all amuses.