Castration Nurse Pamela.

Walter was very nervous about today's appointment with the nurse at the Mandingo Sex Clinic, even though it was only for a preliminary screening. In his mid thirties, he was slightly older than the voluptuous twenty five year old young woman who drove. Usually he drove, but she said he might be feeling a little too nervous today, with a smirk.

Looking over at his wife's bare shapely thighs in her miniskirt, he licked his lips.

"Um, dear," he tentatively said, "you know we agreed that this was a decision we would both make."

Looking at him with a frown on her lovely face, Heather rolled her eyes. "Good grief, Walter, of course I know that. It's just that a girlfriend at work recommended a chat with this woman. She said she was just so knowledgeable. You know we can't make a decision unless we have all the facts."

"Um, this girlfriend..."

She smiled, "Veronica Carlson. You remember Veronica and Bob at the Christmas party?"

He vaguely remembered a real pretty redhead and a meek kind of guy who said he was an accountant somewhere. He did remember her wearing the BlackRule emblem but that was popular everywhere now that the coalition had swept the national election. Oh yes, he remembered they also had a couple of interracial children and Veronica was so proud of her Black Master breeding her. He and Heather had no children yet because, as she put it, she wanted to have a permanent Black Master first and they had to relocate several times in their three year marriage for his career. She was adamant even during their courtship that she wanted Black babies only, and she had a Black stud boyfriend even during that period, but her gorgeous body and subtle way of controlling him made him think this would work out. And it seemed to, but she also got so politically correct about everything now.

"Anyway," she continued, "I wanted to talk about the Black breeding program also so we can accomplish two things here."

Walter wasn't real sure about that. She was going out by herself regularly, mostly to Black sports bars with a girlfriend, and he was wondering if she wasn't looking for a mass breeding party like one of her girlfriends did to get knocked up.

The Mandingo Clinic looked pretty typical from the outside, maybe the only thing that made it unique was the African flag on the door and the various Black sponsored organization decals. A very pretty white receptionist nurse in an oddly low cut blouse smiled widely at them. She had an odd gold necklace around her pretty neck with a couple of pendants that dipped into her full cleavage. She had one finger on the security button but when she saw Heather's Black Power medallion she moved it off.

"Can I help you?"

Heather was leading as usual, "Wer'e the Peddiwells, I, we have an appointment with Pamela Mason."

The stunning brunette smiled at Walter, "of course, I'll ring her office."

Sitting in the lobby, Walter noticed all the photographs, white women and Black babies. Occasionally Black males with their big hands possessively around the woman. Many white pregnant women and Black males together.

A gorgeous blonde came out in a tight white low cut dress and nurse's cap. Holding out her hand, she shook hands first with Heather, and gave her a little smile, and then a quick handshake and nod and odd soft smile at Walter, that made him swallow.

"Hello, I'm Pamela Mason, so very glad to meet you both. Let's talk back in my office."

Her office was sort of like the lobby, but with more graphic photos on the walls, awards from civic and criminal justice organizations, and testimonials.

She noticed Walter looking and pointed out one, "These are the ones I'm most proud of. I had that one framed."

Walter and Heather both looked at the long hand letter.

"Dear Pamela, We want to thank you so much for your help. Frank is much better now, much more accepting of BlackRule and I know things are going to be wonderful. In fact Frank wants to write a separate thank you. Love Jennifer B."

Sitting down behind her uncluttered desk, Walter noticed she also wore a gold chain with pendants. She wore a BlackRule button, and also a BlackOwned medallion.

"So," she said, crossing her shapely thighs as his wife did, "I understand you know Veronica and Bob? I hear theyr'e doing very well."

Heather affirmed that, "Oh yes, in fact she suggested we come here. We, I'd like some clarification. You see we believe in BlackRule and have been married for three years, no children yet, and we are getting settled in the area... and we need some information, if you don't mind. This, um, place, is for Black breeding?"

"Oh yes," The woman smiled, "the Mandingo charter is only for the impregnation of white women by Black males, as I'm sure youv'e heard. Is this something your'e interested in?"

Heather gushed, "Of course!" as Walter blushed.

"Excellent," she said, taking up a pen and clipboard. "Do you have a current Black male in mind?"

"Well, that's one of the problems, nothing really steady." Pamela nodded.

"I see your'e married, and its very common for our clients to be women married to white men, as I'm sure Veronica told you. Some of what I ask is personal, so please feel free to decline if you want. But we can't help you if we don't have all the information." Heather giggled and said that was no problem, they had no secrets.

"Good, and are you on any birth control now?"

"I use a diaphragm, if I remember to put it in."

"Ummm, humm. Are you having sex with Black males now?"

"Yes." Walter winced, looked down and rolled his eyes.

"Are you having sex with your husband?" Pamela smiled at Walter.

"Well, um, sometimes," she said apologetically, but added, "but thats mostly an occasional quickie handjob."

"Fine, all our clients incidentally cannot have sex with anyone outside our donor list during the fertilization periods, you understand."

"Oh yes, I understand."

"How many times do you have sex with Black males during a week?"

Heather thought, counted on her slim fingers. "Ooh, about 5 or 6 times a week." Walter's jaw dropped at that, but tried not to act surprised.

Pamela smiled, "I should have mentioned I'm interested in penetration sex for that question."

"Oh, that was for penetration. Um, they came inside me," she added, squirming and crossing her shapely legs.

"Fine," she said, writing it down, "and how much other type of sexual activity with Black males?" After a pause, Pamela clarified, "you know, sex other than penetration?" Heather blushed a little at that and squirmed a little as she looked at Walter.

"Ah, well, I blow the Black building superintendant once a day, oh, and once his son too."

Walter gasped at that, "but, dear, you didn't tell..." The big burly mean Black guy who grinned at him in the parking lot and once told him he could just fix his own pipes when he complained about the hot water.

Heather shrugged, "it's nothing. Just a sort of courtesy thing. It's like tipping but we don't have lots of money right now."

Pamela suppressed a smile, and continued. "Do you swallow when you do that?"

Heather nodded, "oh of course!"

"Do you cum, have an orgasm when you perform oral sex on Black males?"

"Um, yes, usually." Walter noticed her nipples on her big breasts were getting hard through her sheer blouse as she licked her full lips.

"Any other sex at all, with Black males?"

She frowned and thought, and Walter wondered at that. "Oh, well, I forgot the pool cleaner at the apartment complex." Walter thought of the big Black stud in the speedo that came once when he was at home getting some papers. He figured his lovely wife would say she had a brief affair with him once, but he was surprised when she said, "that's every other Friday morning." Like it was a schedule.

"I see, and what kind of sex is that?"

"um, like, how detailed do you want this information..."

Pamela smiled, and picked up a paper and handed it to her. "This is a clinic so we try to be as precise as we can. See if you can find a category on this."

Heather's eyes widened as she looked at the printed form listing all types of sexual behavior. "Wow, I had no idea. I guess I left a lot out with what I said earlier. Okay, well with Tyrone, you have to understand Tyrone. He's a big muscular guy who's kind of proud of his body you know."

Pamela chuckled, "sounds like my last Black Master."

Heather giggled, "so according to this paper, this is a mostly oral body worship, I mean me to him, kind of thing."

"Okay, and since this is a regular thing, how long does the session last?"

"Oh, maybe 45 minutes in the shed. There's a small beach cabana thing by the pool we use. He tells me what to do." She ticked off items on the paper. "Okay, well usually, if he's sweaty, makes me tongue out his armpits. I then suck his nipples, kiss his feet, then I usually rim him, pretty thoroughly, he likes that." Walter could tell by her nipple indentations she did too.

Walter squirmed at that, crossing his legs thinking of his lovely wife's face between Tyrone's muscular jet black ass cheeks spearing her sweet tongue into his anus. And then she would kiss him afterwards. Heather didn't notice his discomfort now, caught up in trying to remember it all.

"And I kiss and lick his balls. They are so huge I spend minutes just doing that. I suck him off with my finger in his anus finally. Oh, I didn't see this. You have an entry for watersports. That's how it always begins."

"How does that work?"

"Oh, he has me lie down with my bikini off and pisses on me head to foot. Sometimes I have him do that with me kneeling. I like that better."

"I see, and that's his idea, or do you make some of these things happen?"

"Well, it's mostly all his idea. Sometimes he lets me drink some, because I love to drink a Black man's piss. Anyway, when I finally suck him off, he usually lets me swallow but sometimes gives me a facial by pulling out, making me beg for it. And it always ends with my kneeling and kissing his feet to thank him."

"Okay," she nodded, noting that down, "and that was his idea too?"

"um, not at first. Now he says he makes all his white whores do that."

"I see," she continued as Walter groaned to himself, trying to hide his little boner now, "and did you cum during this at all?"

"Oh yes," Heather smiled warmly, "usually several times."

"And, is this, um, Tyrone, a candidate for stud service?"

"I wish," she sighed, she blushed and laughed, and Pamela joined in, both laughing softly "but I know he has other girlfriends. I tried to get him to let me please him more often but he just laughs. No, I, wer'e still looking for my Black Master."

"Well, we can't help too much in finding a permanent partner, but we can help you in getting multiple sperm donors for impregnation if that's what you want."

Heather nodded eagerly, and asked her to explain.

"We have many tested healthy young and virile Black males, and if your'e having trouble getting pregnant, and after testing we find your'e healthy, I'm sure we can fix you up."

"Oh, I'm really glad to hear that. Isn't that nice, honey?" she asked Walter, who cleared his throat, nodding. Pamela looked over at him then with a speculative glance.

"And, was there something, else?"

"Oh yes," Heather said, "I was also thinking of having Walter castrated."

Walter cringed at the blunt statement, but Pamela merely nodded.

"Of course, many of our clients do that. I'm available for private castration and breeding parties as well. Sometimes we do them at the same time. It's a lovely ritual, beginning with a white male castration and ending with a white girl impregnated by Black men."

"Um, how," Heather tentatively asked, "how is it,,, you know?"

Walter wanted to ask that question but was afraid to.

"Couldn't be simpler," Pamela said, rising from her desk and moving in front of Walter, her big breasts hanging down as she picked up a poster with a series of color photos. Walter winced at it immediately but had to admit to himself it was fascinating.

Heather squealed. "Oh, theyr'e little white sacs, look at them, Walter!" Walter was looking at several stills of an operation, the male sitting in a chair with his hands and legs spread, and bound tightly, and there were several white women and Black men present and grinning. His eyes followed the white female's hand on the next few shots with a tiny curved knife, and watched her make each incision, so much bright blood squirting, and then her hand squeezing each testicle, and then out popped a fleshy marble sized thing, oval shape that Walter remembered seeing earlier somewhere. Pamela talked cheerily as she pointed out each step.

"You see, a small incision, and voila, the testes pop right out. A few stitches and everything's fine. Most of the males participate in the party as cleanup boys soon afterwards, in fact that's very therapeutic. Iv'e never had any complications if you follow the instructions."

"Um," Walter cleared his throat, "aren't there some, you know, side effects."

Pamela grinned, sitting in front of him now. "Your'e thinking of eunuchs in palaces. Well those were males whose testes were cut before they reached puberty. Today, with hormones, we can stop any raising of voice octaves or hair loss or muscle tone, but we recommend that the wife has control of that." Smiling at Heather, "that way the woman has control over how much of a male you, um, the subject is allowed to be. We think that's a much nicer arrangement for cuckolds raising interracial children anyway."

"And," Pamela continued, "you can still get an erection, especially with hormones, but you'll be shooting blanks from then on. You needn't worry about birth control at all." Walter realized she was addressing him now.

Heather smiled, "I just have to ask, do you personally like the idea?"

Pamela grinned warmly at her. "Oh yes, I certainly do. All the staff here, men and women, are strong believers in the BlackRule party. I have a white husband and Black Master and two beautiful interracial children myself."

Walter looked at the oval testes on the operating table and then at her pendants on her necklace, just touching her lovely cleavage. Pamela caught his look and smiled, and lifted them out to show them better.

"Gold plated, the clinic gets a 20% discount, and 15% off the chain. Also available for bracelets, and a girlfriend wears her husbands balls on her car key holder. I like them in front for display, and I like the feel against my breasts as a reminder too."

Heather giggled, "how wonderful, I wondered about the receptionist's necklace."

Pamela smiled, "yes, her husband Tom, just a month ago and he was sitting right where you are, Mr Peddiwell." He shivered and she grinned.

Dangling her gold plated testes in her small hand, she continued with a warm smile. "It was unusual, doing my own husband. I think there was a newspaper write-up of it. But it was a lovely and very satisfying ceremony. My friends and our Black Masters were all there for it."

Heather's eyebrows went up at that. "It sounds like a party."

"It was, after my husband Will recovered he served at it and personally thanked me and my Black Master very sincerely. And he drives a new Volvo today we got with the tax rebate for getting a white male in the household castrated. Gets a break on insurance rates too; it's all in a pamphlet you can read when you get home.

Walter had to ask this question, "um, is it very, um, painful?"

Pamela shrugged, smiling at him. "It doesn't have to be, but most of my clients elect to not use anaesthesia. Yes, I usually hear a couple of healthy screams. But it passes quickly."

Heather asked why most wanted it that way.

Pamela bit her full lower lip. "Well, it's like a sacrifice, and a sacrifice wouldn't be complete unless some pain were involved. I even get directions from my clients, especially the wife, on how long the pain should last. It's a small incision, but I can make it last several seconds or even minutes. I can't let it go too long because I do have to tie off the bleeding but that's a decision you can make." Walter was shocked, Heather's pussy was creamy, and even Walter's cock was getting hard somehow.

"So, um, like we can sort of direct this, um, ceremony? Invite friends to watch?"

"Oh yes," Pamela agreed, "we encourage it, it's a very important event in a couple's life. Many bring their own photographer."

"Can you tell me, um, like how a typical one goes?"

Pamela replied, "I can't tell you specifically. Many wives want their Black Masters present of course, and we do tease the white males quite a bit. All the white males are usually not only erect, but frequently on the verge of ejaculation. And the Black males, they just love watching this." She was about to go off on a tangent about how Black cocks were rigid and drooling but decided to try to keep it professional.

"Most wives are penetrated during the ceremony, sitting on the Master's lap and cum when the male screams. That's quite common. In fact it's a typical request that all the white women there be riding a big Black cock at the moment of truth, including myself. At first being a nurse I had difficulty riding a huge Black erection during the process, but now I prefer to do them that way myself and it's kind of sweet. I like to let the white male know that his screams while he loses his manhood are giving us such pleasure."

Heather's senses swam at the thought of a Black cock spraying up her cunt while her husbands balls were being cut open under her orders. Him screaming while she cums repeatedly before he passes out. Walter's face was pale but the knowledge and nearness of the two beauties was overwhelming him.

"Anyway, most girls keep the testes to remind them of the moment." Heather nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly now.

"It's very pretty," she said enviously.

Looking around he saw lots of smaller jars with photos of a young white male pasted on them. Looking at one jar on a rack, he saw two testes in a liquid.

"Um, excuse me, these apparently weren't gold plated."

Pamela smiled. "Oh, those. Well those weren't exactly voluntary, that's why. Even so it's less than half my collection because even for those most are requested for trophies."

Heather asked about that, raising an eyebrow. "But, who, how is that?"

Pamela shrugged, "well, under the BlackRule and feminist majorities, sexual harassment by white males has lots of consequences now. Fines, prison, castration, re-education centers run by feminists." She smiled looking down at Walter, "it can be tricky out there. Anyway I'm one of the few court ordered castration specialists in the state so Iv'e done my share of those too."

"Are those done the same way?"

"Surprisingly very much so. You can hardly tell the difference except in the attitude of the young man, who generally struggles more. You see in the court system the victim of the sex assault sometimes during the sentencing is allowed to be present or even determine some of the things we do. It depends on whether you get one of those radical feminist judges that are being appointed these days. In fact most of the male testes removed during the process are eventually worn around girls necks on a gold chain. Those you see here are simply unclaimed testes that I like to keep around to remind me of them."

Looking at row after row, she speculated, "I really haven't decided what to do with them. I look at them and see all the faces, remembering each time, and just feel warm all over."

"Wow," Heather exclaimed, "I didn't know there was so much of that going on."

Pamela nodded and smiled, "well the courts have a wide latitude on what is sexual harassment. Still coincidences do seem to happen," she reflected with a smile.

"I know one young woman who has a pretty heavy necklace now, because she's been here three times making sure a assaultive young man gets what's coming to him."

She was thinking of an appointment tomorrow with a court ordered young man and a buxom receptionist called Tiffany who turned him in for grabbing at her at an airport, even though it was the third time that had happened to her. What was not revealed in court was that lovely young thing was totally Black owned and a super sadistic tease and ex topless dancer. Thinking of Tiffanny and her latest victim she shifted her crotch in her chair. 'Mmmmmm," she thought, looking at Walter's crotch as he tried to cover his lap with his hand. The handsome young man would arrive naked, between two huge Black prison guards and Tiffany would arrive with her BlackMaster anxiously awaiting her next delicious castration experience. A party had already been planned and Tiffany was sure to tease the white boy senseless as he lay strapped spread-eagled as the main attraction. The women would dance naked around him as the party went on, and as his castration approached Pamela knew that Tiffany would take personal charge (with a girlfriend or two of course!) of making sure he was bone-hard and drooling with pre-cum by the time she had the boys balls in one hand and the cutter in the other poised for his judicial gelding.....

On the mostly silent stunned ride home, Walter's thoughts were a shambled mishmash of conflicting emotions. Pamela's mind was made up, her pussy creamy even without Leroy's Black sperm injection that morning and she decided to be extra nice to her husband, because she knew what she wanted him to do now. Picturing those gold pendants on a chain around her neck, showing it off to all the other girls at the office, Walter was surprised when she pulled off the road, but soon very grateful at the chance to kneel between her ripe thighs and tongue clean her this early even though her copious discharge into his mouth was driven by what she had planned for him now.

Pamela rose and cupped her big breasts, gently kneading her big nipples as she looked at her rack of testicles in jars, looking at each picture and remembering in warmth the shrill scream as she popped each one out. One castration specialist in Oregon was written up as having her collection bronzed into smooth spheres and then made into a chair seat. That would be so nice, sitting on them. Or have a barbecue for her Black Ruled friends, with Rocky Mountain oysters on the menu. Mmmmm, with chasers of hot white jets of creamy Black man's sperm from a full mouthfull of ebony sausage.