Would you make the ultimate sacrifice for me? You know what I am asking! Jimbo’s voice quivered as he mumbled his response, agreeing to 
my demanding commands of castration phone sex. Let’s face it: I wanted his balls. I want to plumate them with castration phone sex. The thought of taking his balls in my hands and then cutting them right off excites me. Again, I asked? Would you let me take your balls? He mumbled a small response. I spoke in a stern voice. I can’t hear you! Louder agreed with yes to give up his little manhood. I must admit, calls like that never fail to make me wet. The control men like Jimbo give me is a power trip. I adore dominating guys and cherish when they’re willing to give me power over them.
There’s no greater symbol of that than a man agreeing to castration phone sex. When I command their attention, I ask them How would you like me to do it. Would you let me cut them off with a cleaver or a butcher knife? Resting their fate within their own hands. Knowing there is no greater thrill than seeing them ball less. Helpless now, a sissy. Every time I see him in those panties, I’m reminded of that clitty with useless balls packed all in a little package. I wonder how it would look after they were chopped off.
Castration phone sex
I make Jimbo reach down into those panties and twist those balls so hard, turning them blue. Then, ask him to tuck them behind so I can see what it looks like resting there without those worthless, pathetic balls. In my opinion, the only option he has left is to obey me and cut off those balls permanently with castration phone sex. ! It can’t be done at the snap of my fingers, right? Castration preparation: it is time to work on making my slave ball less. First, we are going to lock his clitty for 6 months. Will you be wishing him luck as he slips the padlock into his clit cage? Knowing the key is miles away, tucked safely in my drawer? That was only the beginning of the fun.
Neutered. Having no gender whatsoever.