11.04.07
Academic castration fantasy
The caller was looking for a fantasy, not reality. He didn’t want a Mistress to tell him what to do to himself. He wanted to play out a fantasy.
He described himself in detail. I like guys who can get descriptive. It makes for a more elaborate fantasy when two people are conjuring it up together. Well, that cute British accent didn’t hurt.
He was not into pain, necessarily, but he was into caning. Forced bi. Cbt and castration, but he wasn’t one of those “ball-removal” guys who is fantasizing about being made into a girl. He was looking to get his balls completely crushed in the fantasy.
Hmm, a student gets called into the Principal’s office. He is told his crime—staring at the cleavage of the girl in the next seat—and made to strip naked, standing against the wall. He gets stripes on his ass, and is told to sit in a chair, where he is fastened in place. The seat of the chair opens, and his nutsack gets nailed to the backboard. After teasing him and telling him that the determination had been made that we would have to eliminate his balls to get him to focus on his education, I put some pressure on those balls, using my shoe.
In comes the gym teacher, who is planning on making our hapless student his bitch boy. He whips out his huge black cock and, between the two of us we make sure that the experience is satisfying—for the gym teacher, anyway. Then I put the spike heel of my shoe on his balls and slowly crush them until they are destroyed.
We unshackle him—he can hardly move now—bend him over my desk and rape his ass, while waiting for the nurse to come to bandage him up and the custodian to clean up the mess. What fun!