Interview with Jenny, Part 2

Jenny: No, there was one other. His name was Mark. I castrated him a few months ago.

Q: Oh that’s right. He wrote a story about it for the Eunuch Archive. It was called “The Journey.”

J: Yes.

Q: But since you took Mark’s balls from him, the tables were turned on you, so to speak. Could you tell us about that?

Y: Well, as you know I’m a nurse. I’ve gotten to know a doctor at my hospital quite well. John is not so much into sex as into S&M and being basically a lesbian that suits me.

We agreed to have a bondage session starting about 2 p.m. It was nothing new to me and I was beginning to get addicted to S&M pain. It was beginning to become a pleasure.

I was attached by my wrists and ankles to a large tabletop, with my legs parted wide. John now fitted a piece of tape as a gag across my mouth. I was in a real helpless position so there was no going back.

I have always maintained once you allow yourself to be stripped then tied up you have basically given up any say as to what can happen to you as from that point on. You have become a product to be dealt with as the Dom feels fit. Any person who thinks otherwise is deluding themselves.

Q: You had mentioned your castration experiences to John, as well as your own fantasy about being castrated.

Yes, he mentioned I have often fantasized about being castrated. I had been sterilized some years ago as children were not part of my life in any way.

I looked up at the mention of castration. A sort of alarm bell was beginning to ring in the back of my mind at this point. He was now placing a tray by the side of the table, and to my horror it contained several syringes and medical instruments.

I started to yell but it is difficult to complain when gagged. He went on, saying castration was also one of his interests and he had cut several males. Some had not really wanted to go through with it when it came to the crunch but once on the table it was too late to protest.

He went on to explain to me that true female castration involves cutting the ovaries out but in my case as I was already sterilized that was unnecessary. But the clitoris would have to go as this was my basic reason for sex . Since I had no chance of bearing a child it was pointless having sex, so he was really doing me a favour by removing the clit plus making a few other modifications on the way.

Q: Were you in a panic at this point?

J: Oh yes, the sweat was beginning to pour off me. I struggled on the table, but he now put a wide belt across my hips then another over each leg just below the crotch. This stabilized any movement. He assured me it was for my benefit

By now my mind was in overdrive and I was in blind fear and trying to plead. He said he would remove the gag if I did not shout. I nodded and the gag was removed.

Q: What did you say?

J: I gulped in fresh air I told him it had only been a fantasy. He smiled and said "it will be nice to live your fantasy."

I was now crying and begging that if he did not do the operation I would agree to anything. But it was all to no avail.

The horror really seemed to dawn on me as he held up a large hypodermic, pressing the plunger till the clear liquid seeped from the needle. He now pressed a finger into my pussy, massaging the clit which responded almost immediately. Soon it was aroused and standing up. He held the lips apart with his fingers of his left hand and then the needle was pressed into the upper base of the clitoris.

My body was arched from the pain of the insertion. His thumb depressed the plunger and the clear liquid hurt, it sort of burned as it was injected.

I begged him between sobs, but he just smiled back. I think physically I had given in. I was resigned to being castrated now.

The needle was withdrawn, and he now positioned clamps onto my outer lips, pulling them apart and exposing the hood and clit. I had given up struggling but my whole body had developed a shake at this point.

He now was pulling and pushing around my pussy. He asked if this or that hurt. Between sobs I shook my head no.

John reached over, picking up a scalpel. He was smiling at me as I could feel him pulling and prodding. The next moment he dropped a bloody little lump into a stainless dish, telling me that was my hood. A bit more pulling and a second bit was exhibited in front of me held in a pair of tweezers. He told me to say goodbye to my clitoris as he dropped it into the dish. He explained he had to cut quite deep in order to completely remove any trace of the nerve endings.

I noticed his gloved hands were now all covered in blood. A catheter was now inserted into the urethra. I could not feel it at first but as it was forced up into the bladder i realized what it was. He told me I would have to have a bag fitted for a few days. I was eventually unshackled and helped off the table. I was all shaky to say the least.

Q: That was a few months ago. How has sex been for you since then?

J: It took me about a month to fully heal. My sexual feelings haven’t gone away completely down there, but it’s much less pleasurable to touch that area around my pussy.

Q: Can you still orgasm?

J: Yes, but it takes much longer, and isn’t as intense. In order to get off, I have to simultaneously stimulate other parts of my body. I use nipple clamps and also a vibrating butt plug. That usually works.

Q: Are you still angry with John?

J: Yes, but at the same time I can’t blame him entirely, because I’ve been on the other side of the table. I know how exciting it can be to have someone helpless, at your mercy, and then to take their sex away from them. It’s a very powerful experience and once the adrenaline gets going, it’s very hard to stop.

Q: Do you still have sex with John?

J: He’s been asking me if I’d sleep with him, and I’ve been putting him off. But I might agree to it. I’d love to figure out a way to return the favor on him some day. (smiles.)