Consultation With A Castratrix

Mr Jones goes in for a simple exam, but the cunning castratrix has other ideas.

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		"Consultation With A Castratrix"

Only in San Francisco. Only in San Francisco could you find five 
offices in the same block, each one openly advertising the services 
of a castratrix. I chose the one with the humorous shingle:  the 
image of a large, pendulous scrotum and a pair of stainless steel 
scissors open and poised to close on the neck of the scrotum. A 
lady's elegant, manicured hand is shown wielding the scissors. 
Embossed on the shingle are the words "Ms. Veronika van Gelder, 
Certified Castratrix".

The waiting room is half full of nervous, fidgety men, some alone, 
some with their wives or girlfriends.

After waiting 45 minutes, my name is called and I am shown into a 
small office.

Ms. van Gelder is in her early thirties and is very attractive and 
very confident. She sits behind her desk and looks at me with a sly 
smirk and a twinkle in her eyes.

"And why have you come to see us today, Mr. Jones?"

"Oh, just for an exam.  I'm just curious, you know, I  just wanted to 
find out what would be involved."

"Yes, of course, that's what all my patients say on their first 
visit."

She gives me a form to sign.  I read the form and one sentence 
catches my eye.

"I, the undersigned do hereby consent to be examined by the above 
named Certified Castratrix, and further, I agree to meekly submit to 
any and all additional procedures that are verbally consented to 
during the course of the examination."

I ask Ms. van Gelder to expain what the sentence means.

She smiles again and purrs "Oh, that's just a catch-all clause. We've 
found that it saves alot of time and paper work. Quite frequently, 
things come up during the course of an exam that are best dealt with 
without delay."

Before I can ask her what sort of things she is referring to, Ms. van 
Gelder tells me to go through a door to her exam room.

Waiting in the exam room are two lovely young girls in nurses 
uniforms. Ms. van Gelder introduces them to me:  Nurse Elaine and 
Nurse Maryann.

Ms. van Gelder tells me to strip and lie on the exam table with my 
feet in the stirrups.

I do as I am told and I quickly develop an erection as I lie naked 
and exposed on the exam table in front of these three sexy young 
women.

Ms. van Gelder steps between my legs and immediately starts handling 
and squeezing my scrotum.

"Yes, Mr. Jones, you seem to have a good pair of balls in your sac. 
But they're really quite hairy, aren't they?  I'm afraid I'm going to 
have to shave you down there, Mr. Jones, in order to conduct a 
thorough and complete exam."

Ms. van Gelder applies some shaving cream to my tight scrotum. My 
bursting pecker starts to drool while she is shaving me. She notices 
this and tells Nurse Elaine to start milking me. I sigh and moan "Oh 
lordy!", as I feel Nurse Elaine's soft fingers curl around
my throbbing cock and begin slowing stroking me.

After Ms. van Gelder is done shaving me, she wipes the leftover 
shaving cream off with a warm, wet cloth. When she sees my naked, 
pink, hairless scrotum, she squeals with delight.

"Oh, I just love the sight of a freshly shaved scrotum! Just look, 
girls, isn't it just adorable!"

Ms. van Gelder begins to excitedly tickle and squeeze and pluck at my 
balls in their wrinkly sac.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Jones, you've got a splendid pair of balls!  I'm so 
glad you decided to visit us today so I could see them and handle 
them."

This leaves me totally flustered, but finally I manage to ask, "Could 
you tell me please, what would be involved in the procedure, Ms. van 
Gelder?"

"Well, it's really very simple, Mr. Jones. First, just a slight 
pinprick while I inject you with local anesthetic."

Ms. van Gelder snaps her fingers and holds out her hand, Nurse 
Maryann hands her a hypodermic needle. Ms. van Gelder quickly jabs 
the hypo into me near my ball sac, and starts depressing the plunger.

I wince and asks her what she's doing.

"Oh, nothing, Mr. Jones.  I noticed just now that you seemed to have 
some extra sensitivity down in your groin area, so I thought it best 
to alleviate it."

"Oh, good, I thought for moment that maybe you might be getting me 
ready for..."

"Ready for what, Mr. Jones?"

"Oh, you know, I thought you might be getting me ready to do that 
thing to me, you know, that thing we were talking about."

"Oh, you mean that procedure I'm certified to perform?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one I mean."

"Why that's silly, Mr. Jones, I couldn't do that. Not without 
obtaining your consent first, I couldn't."

Ms. van Gelder asks Nurse Elaine how the milking is coming. "Oh, I 
think he's about ready", she replies.

"Good, good, then why don't you go ahead and finish milking him while 
we watch."

Ms. van Gelder and Nurse Maryann watch, giggling and smirking slyly, 
as Nurse Elaine firmly, but sweetly, milks my bursting cock.  Soon I 
loose control to the bursting feeling between my legs and start to 
grunt and squirt thick hot globs of cum onto my hairy belly. After I 
am done squirting, Ms. van Gelder tells me what a good boy I am, and 
thanks me for giving them such a sexy show.  Then she tells Nurse 
Elaine to clean me up.

After I've recovered from my intense ejaculation, I ask, "How many 
men have you seen today, Ms. van Gelder, if you don't mind my asking?"

"No, no, I don't mind.  Four.  I've seen four. Each one told me he 
just wanted an exam, just like you, Mr. Jones. But once I got them up 
on my exam table, it was easy to get them to admit that they were 
secretly aching for me to give them much more than a simple exam."

"You don't mean..."

"Mean what, Mr. Jones?"

"You don't mean to tell me that you actually went ahead and did that, 
you know, that thing to them..."

"Why yes, Mr. Jones, yes, that is exactly what I did do to them, as 
it so happens.  And they thanked me for it afterwards.  Oh, don't 
looked so shocked, Mr. Jones.  It really wasn't very hard for me to 
pursuade them to finally admit the real reason they had came to visit 
me in my office, and what it really was they wanted me to do to 
them.  And, unless I'm very much mistaken, I suspect that you've been 
hiding a little secret from me as well, haven't you, Mr. Jones?"

She was leaning over me and smiling knowingly, expectantly. She kept 
my scrotum gently cupped in the palm of her hand, but I had lost all 
feeling in it.

I looked up at her, gulped, and then said, "What do you mean, Ms. van 
Gelder. What secret do you think I'm hiding from you?"

"You know very well what I'm referring to, Mr. Jones. And I think 
it's time you stopped fooling yourself and admitted the real reason 
you came to my office today. C'mon, tell us, we're waiting."

I gulped again and whispered that I was secretly dying to be 
castrated.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell us, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes, I want, I want to be castrated, and I want, I want you, Ms. van 
Gelder, I want you to do it to me, please, please, please,
Ms. van Gelder, please castrate me! Please!" I pushed myself a couple 
inches down the table, pressing my scrotum into her hand, wriggling 
and squirming it against her palm.

"Excellent, excellent," said Ms. van Gelder, smiling smugly and 
squeezing and plucking at my profferred scrotum, "that's more like 
it." She nodded to Nurse Maryann, who handed her a scalpel.

"Why, it'll be my pleasure to help you with that request, Mr. Jones, 
it'll be my pleasure." She laughed softly to herself. "I had a 
feeling it wouldn't take long for you to give me your consent."

I felt a slight pressure as Ms. van Gelder began to make a small 
incision in the left side of my scrotum. Her assistants began to 
giggle.