Hi all,

Yoli here, on leave from the asylum (See: Comp time).

I once read a post here referring to people's reactions at the sight of a castrated guy. Something about a beach or pool party, I think...no matter.

Well, friend Barry, along with a still-has-'em friend, a girl from our Kastration Koven, and lil' ol' Yoli went up to Lake Travis (near Austin) last weekend for some sun and fun at the lake house owned by one of my bosses. Said boss had tossed me the key, told me where the boat keys were, and said "Be careful...have fun...BE CAREFUL!". So, off we went. Ash(leigh) was out of town so missed the fun, sad to say.

Anyway, the still-has-'em (not for long if I have my wish) guy is experienced with boats and so am I, so we decided to fire up the pontoon party boat that El Bosso has docked there. Off we went, cruising and sipping champagne, soaking up the beauty of the outdoors. Naturally, the swimsuits soon came off.

Welllllll...we were drifting in a semi-secluded cove when another pontoon boat muttered slowly in, the mixed-gender crew of 40-ish/50-ish folks all naked too. Some REALLY should not have been, if you get my drift. They stopped their motor and drifted close to exchange greetings (and closer peeks, no doubt.)

We chatted a bit and exchanged first names and were just hanging out when one of their crew, a lady who was defying gravity pretty well so far, gasped and said to another lady on board "I don't think that boy (Barry) has any balls!!!" Well, at least we knew she was peeking at peepees!

Barry smiled sweetly and said "You're right, ma'am, I don't."

Now, you KNOW she was about to burst from trying not to ask The Question, but she managed hold her tongue. Barry, after letting her simmer for maybe five minutes, finally said "I had them taken off so I wouldn't be a bad boy when I saw a beautiful babe like you." I thought she was gonna faint.

The two guys on the other boat acted as though they hadn't heard a thing, but...are you ready for this???...one began to get a stiffie! He discreetly kept himself turned away, but there was no doubt that Barry's cute self was getting to him.

We drifted close by for another fifteen minutes or so before they started their motor and cruised away. But, before they did, the woman who had spoken (the other two women never said a word re balls.) handed Barry her business card (NO! It was in her beach bag!) and asked him to "Call if he ever wanted to look at properties in Austin."...riiiiiiight!

As they cruised away I could see one of the other women nudging the stiffie guy and laughing.

Now we fast forward to yesterday.

Just before Barry left to return home to Lubbock he called the lady's number. He left a message with MY number when she didn't answer. About an hour after he hit the road she called.

I answered and she asked for Barry. I explained that he had left and didn't talk on the phone when driving. She started to hang up but I said "I know you are curious about Barry, wanna know more?" Ohhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!

I gave her the canned "Why Barry was castrated" presentation. I also dropped the hint that we shared some fun and games and she pounced on that like crazy, wanting all the lurid details.

I knew, just knew, that she was playing with her furry place as we talked. That's OK...I was having a bit of fun myself, 'cept I'm currently furless.

After an hour of phone sex, with both parties finally admitting what the free hand was doing, we agreed to meet soon, in San Marcos, halfway between SA and her part of Austin, for a drink and a snack, then to hit the big outlet mall there. I have a feeling I have a new recruit and maybe someone new to, uh, play show and tell with. She will be, if we DO gat naked together, the oldest female I've ever, well, you know. She's darned goodlooking for 40-ish. Time will tell. And I might too, of you get all your homework and chores done!

Later, Barry called to say he'd made the trip safely. I told him of my chat with the lady and he said, to my amazement, that she sorta turned him on too! (I suspect there's a Mommy Dearest factor here.) She's gonna be thrilled/freaked when I tell her Barry might allow her to make a closer inspection the next time he's here.

Sorry to be so chatty, given my usual reticence (Liar! Liar! Panties on fire!).

I'm a bit curious re experiences some others have had with folks "noticing" their "condition" post-snip.

Back to my healthy salad...dammit! As God is my witness, it's gonna be lots of FRIED shrimp and scallops for din-din!

Love to all,

Yolanda T. Locolady

Manager and Talent Coordinator

San Antonio Branch, EA

PS: I am saddened by the passing of Dingbat and her unborn child (did I read that correctly?). It has nothing to do with her being one of the few other females here, just the tragedy of a productive and loving life lost. My sincerest condolences to those who loved her. She was in my prayers this morning and shall remain so in future.

Yoli

Wow, your story is very interesting. I'm also amazed how forward every one was about the whole thing, starting with her comment about that boy having no balls.

About Dingbat, we all miss her so much. She was very kind hearted and very very smart. It's sad that one careless idiot took her away from her family and friends. I don't think she was pregnant though because she was inter-sexed, but she was worth about two of any one else. I miss her a lot.

Jema

mmmmm did i miss something?

intresting story anyway.....

Gee, I hope all the women swoon at the sight of my empty baggie. I'm making plans to get it emptied real soon.

I've seen some. More than one in fact. I reacted very favorably. --FLO--

I'm positive I would react favorably, too. Were there more people present than just you? How did they react?

Actually more than one occasion. Very personal small group, sort of a get acquainted show and tell. --FLO--

I guess Yolie is like the three princes of Serendip--wherever she goes, entertaining things seem to happen. Looks like she will have a positive introduction to granny sex, too.

Beau Geste (imported) wrote: Sun May 13, 2007 12:04 pm I guess Yolie is like the three princes of Serendip--wherever she goes, entertaining things seem to happen. Looks like she will have a positive introduction to granny sex, too.

BG,

Interesting things happen because my inate curiousity and apparent openess MAKE them happen, at least according to some sometimes amazed friends.

If someone wondered aloud what the inside of a mausoleum was like, there'd be Yoli, hiding in the casket just to get a peek. Of course, I'd have an escape plan and be sure to send my "host" or "hostess" a card of thanks for the hospitality. (Even though he/she would be past being able to read it.)

Regarding "Granny" sex; I'm not certain that I'll ever experience that, at least in the true bio-sense. Y'see, I don't really want to give birth, being selfishly vain 'bout my rather special widdle body.

The above being said, however, I DO love children and hope to adopt someday fairly soon. Problem: I'd have to be VERY circumspect in my never-ending quest for adventure, especially that of a sexual nature.

I can just imagine the doorbell ringing and litte Smedley opening the door and saying "Mommy is busy just now, Sir/Ma'am, she's right in the middle of a castration session." Eeeeeek!

Needless to say, any children I may be raising will be shielded from any knowledge of my particular kink. Still, if a kid, once of sufficient age, somehow catches on, I might be willing to gently impart more knowledge and thus let them make their own decision re learning more or becoming involved to some degree.

It just occured to me to wonder what my reaction would be to that, especially if a boy I'd raised wanted to be snipped or a daughter wanted to get VERY involved, perhaps even witnessing/performing a snip. I'd have to do some very deep thinking on such things. I hope, frankly, that my secret will remain just that...a secret. After all, our little Kastration Koven can flourish other than in my home.

Well, still recovering from last night's *debauchery/pool party/BBQ so will now wander off in search of some tomato juice...straight.

Love to all,

Yoli The Hangover Poster Girl

*Nothing too exciting. Just good eats, al-k-hawl, and some special time with Ash(leigh) after the guests left.

Spelling corrected on 5/14...now that I'm fully recovered...I think.

Y.

Rosie and I have had some hot role playing - me being Barry and she being the nurse that tried to convince him NOT! Thanks for the fun and keep the ideas coming (sorry)!

Arab Nights (imported) wrote: Mon May 14, 2007 4:18 pm Rosie and I have had some hot role playing - me being Barry and she being the nurse that tried to convince him NOT! Thanks for the fun and keep the ideas coming (sorry)!

A.N.,

Someone once asked me to write some castration-related "short stories". Well, Ash(leigh) is actually the skilled wordsmith around here, and I've learned a great deal from her.

A sampling of scenarios I find interesting (and might put into words someday.):

A place where court-ordered castrations (and penectomies? Ohhh, I don't know.) are carried out. The idea that men are required to give a semen sample moments before the cutting and that both the "collection" and the cutting are done anonymously, either with a sheet shielding the collector/cutter from view or in a sort of gloryhole setting.

Maybe the lucky ladies are provided with a DVD of their efforts.

The above is my favorite fantasy. I don't want to see their faces, just their doomed goodies.

Women who apply to the authorities to be witnesses and/or "volunteer" semen collectors when castrations are carried out. I can only imagine getting a letter..."Dear Miss Yolanda Wacko, you're application has been approved and you are invited to attend the castration of Mr. Elmo Craphead, Mr. Mortimer Dingwipe, and Mr. Won Hung Lo on Saturday, April 20.

Wowser!

Being selected to give a man his last 'gasm, before witnesses, before his widdle ballsies go bye-bye.

Maybe someday I'll try my hand at committing my very vivid and exciting fantasies to print.

For now, however, I'll have to stick to realities.

Love and like that,

Yoli

Loonielady in residence.

PS: The names of the prospective snippees are names we use around the office when referring to less-than-loved clients.