She heaves a long sigh of exhaustion. She has definitely been experiencing the downside of being the Bay Area's hardest working Certified Public Castratrix. She was over-worked. She'd been spreading herself way too thin. In addition to her busy practice she had also taken on jobs as consultant to a number of local area organizations.

She was a consultant to a local organization of professional dominatrixes and to a local group of human-horse/pony-play enthusiasts and to a local chain of kinky fetish bookstores and boutiques.

She was also a special, honorary member of a sizeable association of eunuchs. She was always thrilled to attend their annual banquet where she and a number of other castratrixes were honored guests. She found the company of eunuchs to be very sweet and agreeable in general and she also loved meeting again the ones she'd personally castrated. In fact, there was a ritual at the end of each banquet where the castratrixes would sit in a row, a few feet apart, at the back of the room while a dozen or so eunuchs lined up in front of each. As each eunuch came to the front of the line he would take down his pants, spread his legs and thrust his crotch forward, offering himself for inspection. The castratrix would gently reach between his legs and feel around.

"My, my," she would say, quietly, "I can't seem to find your balls. What happened to them?"

"They're... they're... they're gone," the eunuch would say with a gulp. "I was castrated."

"You were?" she would say, with a sly smile. "Who did it to you?"

"It... it was... you, you did it, you did it to me," the eunuch would say.

"And how do you feel about that?" she would coyly ask.

"I... I... I want to thank you, thank you for... for... for castrating me!" he would gasp.

"Of course," she would purr, "you're very welcome. Believe me, it was my pleasure."

Then he would pull up his pants and leave the line and the next eunuch would step up and pull down his pants.

Ms. Van Gelder was also consultant to a small eunuch prostitution ring run by a couple of hard-ass bull dykes. Some men, and a few women, found special delight in enjoying the sexual favors of eunuchs. And some clients were always eager to enjoy new, cherry, or fresh-cut, ones, and it was up to Ms. Van Gelder to perform the necessary alteration. She did feel a little bad about how these meek little eunuchs were dominated and exploited. She also had heard that cunnilingus received from such a eunuch was a rare delight but had yet to sample it.

She was also a special contributor to an annual, private, by invitation only, weekend-long TestyFesty, or testicle festival. Her special contribution was, along with a few other local area castratrixes, bags of frozen testicles that she accumulated during the year. The TestyFesty was organized by a small group of dominant women and it was attended primarily by their female friends and submissives. It centered around a banquet where fried testicles were the main course, but there were also a few other events and activities. She'd heard it was a fun weekend but had yet to make a point of attending.

She was also consultant to the kinky fetish magazine, Castratrix Quarterly. Recently she was the consultant on the filming of a Castratrix Quarterly produced video of a fictional story about two evil dominatrixes who trick a hapless dweeb into allowing himself to be tied up with his scrotum held securely in a small, but very sharp, guillotine. It was her job to clean him up after they pulled the release cord and neatly sliced him.

She was also consultant to the big, annual kinky fetish ball. All of the groups mentioned above supported it and took part. The highlight was a contest between 15 male submissives, the loser of which was to lose his nutsack. The contest took place in front of a large audience. The submissives were strapped naked in a bent-over forward posture to bondage frames. Naked dominatrixes with dildoes strapped to their waists stood behind them, gripping their hips and vigorously sodomizing them. Each contestant's genitals was spotlighted and displayed up on a big screen so everyone in the audience could see. The first one to lose control and cum was the loser. A raffle was given in connection with the contest where the prize to be won was the matching nutsack-change-purse and testicle-earrings set resulting from the contest. The raffle was open to dominant women only, of course.

She was also a consultant to the local area high schools. Recently she was called in to help deal with a teen that was getting erections all the time during school hours, shamelessly playing pocket pool during class, even occasionally exposing himself to the female staff and students, most notably to the cheerleading squad. Ms. Van Gelder was more than happy to help them nip his problem in the bud, so to speak. After that he became the laughingstock of the school. They even forced him to wear a t-shirt for a week that had the word "Eunuch" printed on the front and back.

Ms. Van Gelder was so over-worked and over-extended that she was seeing scrotums and testicles coming at her relentlessly in her dreams at night.

She was also depressed by how common and mainstream castration was becoming. Recent issues of both Cosmopolitan and Esquire had run articles glamorizing and promoting it. It was losing its edge. She was considering changing her profession.

She snaps out of her funk as she arrives at her farm. She goes in the main house and discovers a cabinet open that should have been locked and some of the issues of Castratrix Quarterly she kept there missing. She suspects her handsome young handyman and caretaker, Joe.

Mildly fuming, she stalks out to the barn. She finds Joe sitting on a bale of hay, facing a three-quarter turn away from her, naked except for a t-shirt. His right hand obviously busy in his lap, his right elbow jiggling rhythmically. His left hand holds a magazine. She creeps up quietly from behind. She sees the magazine is Castratrix Quarterly. He's reading the three page cartoon story, "Human horse", that's at the end of each issue. The formula for each episode of this story is always the same. The human horse tries, and narrowly succeeds, in eluding various combinations of dominant women who are eager to capture and geld him. At the end, when he finally thinks he's out of the woods and can relax he finds he's fallen into a clever trap and he loses his freedom and his balls all in one fell swoop. In the final panel of the story the dominant women gloat and grin wickedly in triumph while the human gelding hangs his head in total humiliation and resignation. It's at this last sequence in the story that Joe is jerking off to. She waits until he shoots his load. Totally spent, he lets the magazine drop to the ground.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asks, dryly.

Twisting around quickly to face her, he blurts, "Ms. Van Gelder! I... I..." He lunges to cover his crotch with his hands.

"You are, of course, aware of what I do for a living?" she asks, coldly.

"Yes, Ms. Van Gelder. But I... I..." he stammers.

"Get dressed and come see me in the house in half an hour," she says.

"You're not going to... going to...?" he asks, worriedly.

"Castrate you? I never castrate a male until he's ready. Just do as you're told," she says.

When he comes in she tells him he'll have to be punished. But first she gives him a couple hours of chores to do and tells him to come see her in the house when he's done.

Two hours later he comes back to see her, sweaty and tired. He finds her sitting in her living room, naked except for a strap-on dildo. She gives him a Fleet enema kit and tells him to give himself an enema. Afterwards she leads him out to the barn and tells him to strip and get down into the gelding stocks and straps him into them. She proceeds to sodomize him until he cums. She pulls out and looks down in smug satisfaction at his limp, spent body hanging weakly in the stocks. His butthole is still twitching and quivering. She gently prods it with her index and middle finger. He trembles, sighs and moans submissively, totally giving himself up to the feelings she's stirring in him. She laughs quietly. She pushes her fingers in an inch into his well-lubricated and totally open and receptive butthole and gently finger fucks him. He pants, gasps, wriggles and pushes his ass back to encourage her casual, playful penetration. She laughs again, loudly and deep-throatedly. He's so obviously putty in her dominant hands.

She stops playing with his ass and lets him out of the stocks. She tells him that in the tack room there's a bridle, bit, reins and harness for a human horse and tells him to go fetch them. While he's gone she takes off the strap-on and puts on a t-shirt and jogging shorts. He returns with the gear and she puts it on him. She takes him out to the paddock behind the barn and puts him through his paces as a human horse for the first time. He soon becomes hotly erect during this play. She leads him back inside the barn. As he stands there with all his human horse gear on she comes up close to him, putting her left arm around his waist and pressing the left side of her soft, fragrant body against him. She grasps his hard cock with her right hand and slowly strokes. "Of course you realize, don't you," she says softly, "if you're going to be my human horse you're also going to have to be gelded."

When he hears that he gasps, grunts and blurts, "Oh, oh, oh, Ms. Van Gelder! You make me do it!" And he thrusts his hips forward, helplessly spurting again and again. She watches and giggles, gently stroking his strongly pulsing organ.