Chapter Four
The veterinarian was a termagant. A plain woman in her fifties, hair partially gray and drawn into a bun, she looked at me as if I was a snack, a morsel to be devoured.
“Cute. In England I did many such as him. Unfortunately the legal system there is not as enlightened as we women desire.”
She palmed my testicles.
“It’s a simple operation and I prefer performing it with local anesthesia. It is better that he watch, fully understanding that he is sacrificing his little glands to the Dominant female. Observing helps with the psychological transformation.”
“The Princess has a concern about tumescence, doctor. It seems she has come to enjoy having the little member stand for her.”
With the nurse’s comment the doctor looked over to where the Princess sat, smiling coyly.
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