Comments from domme that claims she did burdizzo castration
Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 9:53 pm
I ran across some information from a woman who is a stripper/escort in Florida. Like I've told some people before, I've found that I can convince women in their early 20s to do almost anything, including castration, because some of them get in a mode where they want to prove that that they're wild. This is how the Girls Gone Wild guys get so many women to do dirty things, and how those male strippers can get a whole bachelorette party sucking their cocks. Basically if you find a 23 year old girl who thinks they're wild, you can get them to do almost anything simply by daring them to do that. That is sort of what happened with this chick that is relating the story of her castration of a guy. Basically one of her escort clients asked her if she would do a castration and over several meetings he convinced her to do it. Here is her account. I think the account rings true, but it is something I heard on the Internet so take it for what it is:
Well let me share my experience about the castration!!
Jeff as I mentioned before was a man who contacted me about a castration because he never wanted to “go too far with a woman” He would not talk in detail over the phone but after I spoke with his therapist and he signed a release form I agreed to indulge him in his fetish. Upon meeting him he did elaborate more on why he wanted this done. In college he had sex with an unconscious girl. He said that he told the girl later and she sued him. Needless to say this man has issues. That’s all he revealed but I could tell there was more to this story….
Castrating a man is something I will not repeat. This little device is clamped on the balls and he screams in writhing pain. Tears start pouring out involuntarily. He tries to scream, he tries to kick but he’s tied to the table. I gag his mouth to muffle the sound. He continues to wail like a dying animal. I move as quickly and efficiently as possible.
The screaming makes me nauseous. His balls are swelling to the size of a peach but the color of a plum. My hands are a bit shaky. The only thought in my head is “You’re fucking crazy!” It’s on repeat like a top 100’s song on the radio.
I move the clamps from one ball to the other. Last clamp. Two for each ball. Last one. Last one. I felt like crying myself, and I am rarely a crier.
14 minutes later it’s all over. He goes and sits in a tub of ice and I comfort him encouraging words. 45 minutes later he left.
Since then he’s gone to the doctor and got an MRI, the castration was successful. But ladies and gentlemen let me tell you it’s not all it’s cracked out to be. It took all of me not to cry with him and not to stop. He was very happy afterwards but it’s very hard to see someone go through that amount of pain. I’m a natural sadist but this is something I will not do again.
Good to know I’m not a sociopath!
Well let me share my experience about the castration!!
Jeff as I mentioned before was a man who contacted me about a castration because he never wanted to “go too far with a woman” He would not talk in detail over the phone but after I spoke with his therapist and he signed a release form I agreed to indulge him in his fetish. Upon meeting him he did elaborate more on why he wanted this done. In college he had sex with an unconscious girl. He said that he told the girl later and she sued him. Needless to say this man has issues. That’s all he revealed but I could tell there was more to this story….
Castrating a man is something I will not repeat. This little device is clamped on the balls and he screams in writhing pain. Tears start pouring out involuntarily. He tries to scream, he tries to kick but he’s tied to the table. I gag his mouth to muffle the sound. He continues to wail like a dying animal. I move as quickly and efficiently as possible.
The screaming makes me nauseous. His balls are swelling to the size of a peach but the color of a plum. My hands are a bit shaky. The only thought in my head is “You’re fucking crazy!” It’s on repeat like a top 100’s song on the radio.
I move the clamps from one ball to the other. Last clamp. Two for each ball. Last one. Last one. I felt like crying myself, and I am rarely a crier.
14 minutes later it’s all over. He goes and sits in a tub of ice and I comfort him encouraging words. 45 minutes later he left.
Since then he’s gone to the doctor and got an MRI, the castration was successful. But ladies and gentlemen let me tell you it’s not all it’s cracked out to be. It took all of me not to cry with him and not to stop. He was very happy afterwards but it’s very hard to see someone go through that amount of pain. I’m a natural sadist but this is something I will not do again.
Good to know I’m not a sociopath!