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07-08-2009, 01:29 PM
Pamela(RN), White ********** Specialist
A BlackRuled/Femdom Illustrated Future Story
TJ Ryder
www.Midnightx.com/ (http://www.Midnightx.com/)
Chapter 2
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"And, was there something, else?"
"Oh yes," Heather said, "I was also thinking of having Walter *********."
Walter cringed at the blunt statement, but Pamela merely nodded.
"Of course, many of our clients do that. I'm available for private
********** and breeding parties as well. Sometimes we do them
at the same time. It's a lovely ritual, beginning with a white male
********** 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, 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 interracial beautiful 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 writeup 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 *********. 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
half hard somehow. x
"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 with a white man's balls 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, **********, 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 ********** 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. 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."
Pamela(RN), White ********** Specialist
TJ Ryder
www.Midnightx.com/ (http://www.Midnightx.com/)
A BlackRuled/Femdom Illustrated Future Story
TJ Ryder
www.Midnightx.com/ (http://www.Midnightx.com/)
Chapter 2
************************************************
"And, was there something, else?"
"Oh yes," Heather said, "I was also thinking of having Walter *********."
Walter cringed at the blunt statement, but Pamela merely nodded.
"Of course, many of our clients do that. I'm available for private
********** and breeding parties as well. Sometimes we do them
at the same time. It's a lovely ritual, beginning with a white male
********** 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, 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 interracial beautiful 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 writeup 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 *********. 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
half hard somehow. x
"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 with a white man's balls 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, **********, 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 ********** 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. 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."
Pamela(RN), White ********** Specialist
TJ Ryder
www.Midnightx.com/ (http://www.Midnightx.com/)