Pam’s Plan

By Palemale

[Castration]

Her boyfriend has left her. She is lonely and wants him to return permanently. She indulges in a fantasy about how she could make it happen.

She missed him and wanted him back. Seven weeks had passed since he had stormed out and said he wasn’t coming back. What had started as a pleasant evening had turned into the end of a long relationship.

Things had started well. Earlier that day, she had sent a note inviting him to dinner and “sexual escapades”. He had replied that he would “love to come to dinner” and he “would love to accept anything else she had to offer”. They had prepared the meal together. The food was wonderful, as was the conversation. Afterward he insisted on putting things back in order. She had lingered at the table. When he finished he joined her there to continue their conversation. Eventually he took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Once in bed, her telling of plans for the following week displaced foreplay. While he would have preferred to move on to lovemaking, he was enjoying her company and felt that there wasn’t any reason to hurry. Her talking and his listening continued until she abruptly announced she had other things to do before she was finished for the night. At first he was confused, then he became angry. Why did she send the note saying to come for dinner and intimate sex? Now before they even had sex, she was through with him for the night? This was not the first time she had treated him in such a cavalier manner, but it would be the last. That’s it!

They had been together for almost nine years. He loved her, and she often said she loved him, yet there were things that strained their relationship. She suffered from an increasingly debilitating disease, no cure, some help from medications, but she often suffered from unseen pain. She had lived a life of wealth and privilege and often refused to acknowledge it. Private clubs, expensive cloths, expensive houses, it bothered her to be seen in a car that didn’t live up to the lifestyle to which she was accustomed. She was spoiled, self-centered and expected others to make allowances for her poor behavior. Far too often she took others for granted, somehow expecting everyone else to accept her mistreatment as part of the cost of being close to her. He felt that she treated him as if he were one of her pets of which she once had many.

An animal lover, she had many dogs over the years. Her favorite had died a few years earlier. She had never found a suitable replacement. Now she found herself without either a household pet or a boyfriend. She missed having a dog more than ever. As she thought about it, a fantasy emerged in her mind. In the past, she only had male dogs and she had every one of them neutered. She would never consider having a pet that wasn’t. Unless they were fixed they were impossible to train, constantly wanted to roam, and she couldn’t stand seeing a dog lift it’s leg to pee. Her ex-husband had all the same bad qualities, and after years of his unfaithfulness she had finally divorced him. Thinking back now, she wished she could have had him fixed like she did her dogs. It would have made all those years so much more enjoyable.

So why not do it now. If she could have her ex-boyfriend fixed, it would solve all her problems. Still it was just a fantasy, she could not really consider having that done to a human just to please herself, or could she? Of course not, but she didn’t stop thinking about it. In a certain way she found it exciting. Taking control of her life, putting her needs first. She was becoming increasingly lonely. Why couldn’t she have what she really needed?

The more she tried to put these thoughts out of her mind, the more they would pop back in. She began to rationalize, after all, these were her private thoughts, no one need know, she could engage in her own fantasies. Before long she used her computer to google castration. She watched videos of different ways to perform castrations. The first time she saw them, she was repulsed. A day or two later she was back watching and found them a bit crude but not all that objectionable. After all millions of dogs, cats and farm animals were castrated daily and that wasn’t a big deal. One more castration certainly couldn’t be very important.

When she read about the thousands of men who were diagnosed each year with testicular cancer or prostate cancer, she became more convinced that a castrated man was not that uncommon and that the after effects could be very positive. Millions of women had hysterectomies, how could this be so different?

Her investigations led to the conclusion that there were four ways to castrate a man. Surgery, chemicals, banding the scrotum, and crushing of the cords by way of a tool called a burdizzo. Each had it’s own problems. The drugs take a long time and needed to be repeated often. Without a prescription, the necessary drugs aren’t readily available. Also, it would take her boyfriend’s cooperation. There was too much risk that he would change his mind and stop taking the drugs. Surgery would be more direct but she didn’t know anyone who could do it despite how common it seemed from the stories she found on line. The idea of banding was attractive. She could do that herself. Still, the chance of infection, waiting for his scrotum to fall off and the weeks necessary for him to heal made it a very unappealing solution. If he changed his mind after she banded him and before his sack dropped off, she might end up explaining to the police what she had done. The only way left was to crush the cords to his testicles. It would be safe, immediate, irreversible, and if done properly he might not even realize he had been castrated for weeks afterward. It would be painful unless it could be done when he was unconscious. She liked this way the best.

She still thought of her plan as a fantasy. It was something she would never do, but she did find it fun to think about it. She had lots of time to think. She spent days at a time alone, more absorbed than ever about getting him back. It didn’t take much for her to start acting out parts of her fantasy.

After doing extensive research on burdizzos, she took the plunge and ordered one she was sure would do the job. It was really just a large hand operated clamp that would crush the cords and blood vessels that connected the testicles to his body. No surgery, just find the cords in the scrotum and squeeze repeatedly. It was designed to do very little damage to the skin. Once it came, she played with it for hours, often practicing on vegetables and fruit until she was sure she could do it right, if she really wanted to. She ordered xylocaine from an online source. It was easily available without a prescription. She could use it to dull the pain to the skin and if she was very careful, she could also inject it into his sack to dull the pain when she used the burdizzo. She now had the motive and the means, she needed opportunity. That would be the easy part, if she really wanted to do it.

He was divorced and enjoyed his freedom. He also had a sexually kinky side that she tolerated and even participated in from time to time. It was the key to making the entire plan a reality. She would exploit his predictably perverse nature and ultimately leave him without those desires.

Every time he had intercourse with her he would talk dirty. He couldn’t reach a climax unless she promised to do some nasty thing to him later. He would ask to be whipped, sometimes to an extreme. He loved to be in bondage, unable to escape, chained up, held as her prisoner. He’d asked to be locked to a pole in the basement overnight, or chained to her bed unable to escape. She’d locked him in chastity devices. On one occasion she kept him at her house while she went out to lunch with a girlfriend. She took all of his cloths, blocked his car with hers, and told her girlfriend about it at lunch. When she got home he was naked and begged to be allowed to masturbate.

He had even talked about being castrated. One night while having a particularly difficult time ejaculating he brought it up while they were having sex. Volunteering that if he were “fixed” she wouldn’t be bothered by his constant desire for sex. She had responded that she already knew he had thought about castration. She reminded him about reading it in one of the fantasy stories he had written. In that story the main character was castrated to make him a better servant. That made him stiffened and come quickly.

What she needed to do was get him to come back for a one-night stand. Once they started to copulate she would bring up castration. She was sure that topic would turn him on. After he started to talk about it she would lead him to asking her to get him “fixed”. Once he came she would not let him talk about it or he might take it back. If she did castrate him she didn’t want him to be able to say he didn’t ask for it.

After that it would be easy. A few days later she would leave a message saying she would like to whip him and he would show up. The only part missing was how to knock him out so she could crush his cords while he was unconscious. He usually never drank alcohol. Still, if moments before she chained him down she warned him that he was going to get a particularly severe beating he might take a drink if offered. It would be a crème liqueur laced with dissolved pain pills and sleeping pills from her medicine cabinet. After a good whipping he was usually exhausted from straining at the restraints and would need to sleep. Once she had him lie down on her bed he would pass out. The drugs would simply insure that he didn’t wake up until after she had neutered him.

Any visible damage from the castration could be explained by a few poorly aimed whip marks. He preferred to be hit on his butt cheeks. It was normal that some whip strokes missed their target. His back and legs always ended up with stray marks. This time the whip would “accidentally” wrap around and hit him in the balls. When he complained she would intentionally whip his cock and balls until he was silent. It would take a lot of whipping to properly quiet him so she could count on a lot of damage to his groin. He’d never notice a few extra cut marks on his scrotum and if his balls hurt he would think it was from the whipping.

When he woke up, he would be very sore in many places. His butt would need attention, his legs and back would have numerous welts and cuts. His sides and most importantly his genitalia would be cut and hurt. He would discover he was chained to her bed and be told that he had to stay until the injuries from his whipping healed. She would care for him while he recovered and changed. His balls would die and shrivel to the size of raisins. When he realized they were dead she would apologize for whipping them so hard and remind him he was the one who wanted to be whipped.

She would keep him confined as his nature changed. Once castrated, he would be easy to train and would have no desire to roam. She could probably get him to sit to pee. He would be suitable enough to allow him to live with her. He would no longer press her for sex or kinky things. If she felt a personal need to be sexually satisfied, he could use his tongue to please her. She would never be alone again.

Once again before she fell asleep she thought about her fantasy. She now had a complete castration plan she could execute anytime she wanted. Maybe she would send him a note tomorrow inviting him for a one-night stand.