The yard slaves surrounded Mistress Sheri-Lynn's slave and tackled him down. They subdued him and grabbed his arms, legs and chains, as they dragged him off to the table. He was still squirming, now begging and pleading for one last time. Mistress Sheri-Lynn told Lady Terri that this is how it usually happens. When the final moment comes, the slave will try his best to get away, even though it is futile. The slaves picked him up and placed him face down on the table They held him while one slave fastened one hand and one leg to the table with the straps. Once those were tightly secured, the yard slaves released their hold and moved to his other hand. They all held him while the chains were unlocked, then secured his other hand with the straps. The table was shaped like the letter "A", and the slaves hands were bound at the tip, near the point. His legs would be fastened at the bottoms, spread wide, so the castrator could have easy access to his testicles. They moved to his legs and in the same fashion, removed the chains. There they spread his legs and secured them at the ankles. Once he was immobilized, the slaves moved onto the secondary straps, ones that would secure him at the knees, abdomen, and shoulders. The slave was completely immobile now, and was crying while he begged his new owner for mercy. Mistress Sheri-Lynn was tired of hearing this, so she took a rag from the pile and stuffed it into the slave's mouth. Now his cries were muffled, even though he tried pushing the rag out with his tongue.

The castrator moved in behind the slave and took a look at her work area. The slave's penis was dangling, so she took it and stuffed it in between his abdomen and the table. She wanted it out of the way. Now only his scrotum hung there, and in the heat of the day, it hung loosely. This was the best way to castrate a slave, because when the scrotum tightens up, it becomes harder to cut as the testes are pulled in closer to the body. She reached up and felt the slaves testicles, and the spermatic cord that ran into his body. She estimated where she would have to cut, and as she reached for her blade, Mistress Sheri-Lynn stopped her. She explained that Lady Terri asked to see how it was done, and asked the castrator if Lady Terri could watch up close. The castrator agreed, and Lady Terri pulled up a small bench near the slave. The castrator directed Lady Terri to take hold of the slave's scrotum, and locate the testicles. When Lady Terri did, the castrator explained how to feel the cords to see where to cut. Lady Terri was more familiar with the male anatomy than the castrator thought, because she often used genital punishment on her slaves. She knew where the pressure points were, and how to drop a slave to his knees with a simple squeeze of the testicle. The castrator said she has to know how the slave's testicles feel, because once she makes the first cut, there's blood everywhere and it's hard to see where to cut. She said she sometimes has to feel around to know where she's cutting. While they were discussing the cutting, the slave was still crying, but his muffled sounds weren't even heard by the ladies. Mistress Sheri-Lynn stood near the slave's head, patting him on the back to reassure him that he'd be OK when it was over. The slave tried to thrash about, but the straps did their job and all he could do was lay there, face down, with his most private parts exposed for all to witness.

With the details of the castration out of the way, the castrator reached for her blade and moved toward the slave's scrotum. As she put the blade to his scrotum, the slave screamed as loud as he could, but again, the rag in his mouth made the scream inaudible. She carefully made a slice about one inch long, near the left testicle. The bleeding began, and blood dripped all over the ground near her feet. With the incision made, she popped the left testicle out of the opening and pulled it down. The slave felt his innards being pulled, as the small testicle was now exposed for removal. The slave went out of his mind, and nearly passed out from the combination of pain and mental anguish. The castrator clamped the spermatic cord, then carefully cut the testicle free. She ordered her yard slave to bring the hot poker to cauterize the end of the cord, and when the glowing poker touched the cord, a sizzling sound was heard as the flesh was seared closed. A small wisp of smoke rose from between the slave's legs. The castrator released the cord from the clamp, and it disappeared back into the incision. With her knife, the castrator carefully cut the remaining tissue from the excised testicle. It was now free, and she held it up for Mistress Sheri-Lynn to see. Lady Terri looked on as well, carefully examining the removed gland. The castrator dropped it into a small cup. The cut continued to bleed, but the castrator took her sutures and sewed up the opening. She did it quickly with the skill of a surgeon. In a way she was a surgeon, as she had performed so many geldings that this became second nature. Now it was time to move onto the other testicle. By now the slave stopped his squirming, and just lay there motionless, exhausted from the castration. The castrator took her knife and made a second incision on the right side of the scrotum, and again, blood started flowing freely. In an instant, the testicle was squeezed through the hole and now the second spermatic cord was clamped. The slave's remaining testicle was cut free, and like a few minutes before, the yard slave brought over the hot poker to cauterize and seal the cord. The excess tissue was sliced free, and the second testicle was no longer part of the slave. She held it up to show Mistress Sheri-Lynn, who smiled and just patted the slave on the shoulders. She dropped this testicle in the cup with it's twin, and proceeded to sew up the incision. The yard slaves brought over some fresh water and washed off the slave's asshole and legs, as blood was everywhere. The castrator had a towel and patted down the slave's empty scrotum to dry the water and clean up any excess blood. By now the bleeding had slowed down and would stop very shortly. The yard slaves released the straps and shackled the slaves hands and feet again. This proved unnecessary, as the slave barely had the strength to stand, let alone escape.

Mistress Sheri-Lynn ordered her slave to his feet, but he could barely stand. He kept his legs spread wide, as his scrotum was raw and painful. He avoided looking down or touching his scrotum, as this would be confirmation that he was altered. But Mistress Sheri-Lynn crouched down with Lady Terri, lifted up the slave's penis, and inspected the work. Although she poked at the empty sack very gently, the residual pain was too much for the slave and he collapsed. The castrator ordered her yard slaves to help Mistress Sheri-Lynn and drag the slave off for her. They hoisted the slave into the bed of her pickup truck, while she and Lady Terri exchanged pleasantries and goodbyes. Mistress Sheri-Lynn offered her help when Lady Terri is ready to geld her slaves, to which Lady Terri thanked her and agreed to contact her in the future. They parted ways.

As Lady Terri was driving home, she suddenly became aware of a wetness between her legs. When she reached down inside of her pants, she realized she had been so excited that her panties were soaked. She knew when she arrived home she would summon her personal slave to the privacy of her room.