“Well the uprising ended and my services in military intelligence were no longer needed. It was dangerous for me to remain in Nigeria. There were numerous circumcised rebels seeking revenge, although strangely enough, as I mentioned, I received occasional correspondence from some former prisoners requesting meetings.
“You’d find that of interest, Doctor. The humbled, male warrior seeking further humiliation at the hands of his inquisitor...
“Well, it was not possible to determine which former prisoner truly desired more of my special attention and which sought revenge, so I returned to the safety of England to complete my studies.
“My military service had spurred a curiosity within me, and, while I completed my Masters degree, I also took many courses which concerned the male. Basic urology, male reproduction, and any courses related to the male anatomy. I did extensive research into male behavior..., the affect of hormones on the psyche.
“I volunteered at a nearby animal clinic and truly learned to perform castrations. I was fascinated with the changes in behavior that a simple operation could manifest.
“And as a result, I became very knowledgeable concerning all facets of male behavior. The mental aspects and the interrelationship of the physical.”
[At this point in the story, Jasmine was coating Boy’s body with mineral oil. Her narrative slowed as she began to methodically inspect every inch of Boy’s flesh. This was followed by a most aggressive massage, which included pulling and bending Boy’s limbs into incredibly awkward positions. On occasion, Boy cried ou
t, which interrupted Jasmine and earned him more pressure on the subject limb. The naked Boy and the nearly naked Jasmine appeared to be in a rather uneven wrestling match, with Jasmine demonstrating very painful holds and Boy docilely accepting his losing status.
After several minutes of rolling and flipping Boy like a toy doll, Jasmine reached under Boy’s buttocks, firmly gripped his scrotum in her right hand, pulled back and stood. Boy quickly brought himself to his hands and knees to relieve the tension, but Jasmine slowly raised her clenched hand until Boy was forced to position himself on the very tips of his fingers and toes with his sizable scrotum pulled back between his thighs. The pink flesh was stretched taut by Jasmine’s gruff handling, and its modified state was quite apparent since the bottom end where the testicles nestled was held upwards as high as the level of Jasmine’s waist.
It was a very impressive display of power, and I sincerely believe Jasmine had the strength to lift Boy entirely off the floor and dangle him by his precious organs.
But after looking at me and smiling, she just stood while Boy very carefully balanced himself. Any movement on his part increased the pressure, which he desperately sought to avoid. So he obsequiously remained in the most humiliating of positions while Jasmine continued.]
“So what does a dominant female do with all this training and knowledge?
“I could not return to Nigeria. So upon receiving my degree, I applied for positions in several psychiatric prisons in England and Europe. I relished the opportunity to handle males, although I knew my military experience was unique, and I probably would not have the opportunity to replicate it.
“But then Ms. W----- came to London to interview some of the graduates. She’s the director of the clinic where Boy was first trained to serve. In our first meeting, it became evident that we shared many philosophies concerning the handling of the male. But then when I told her of the details of my military experience, which I obviously did not have listed on my resume, I was hired instantly.
“And so it was off to Europe.”
[Jasmine lowered Boy’s testicles allowing him to better balance himself. She then used his scrotum as a handle and pulled him to the far wall where the hoses hung in waiting. Boy comically scampered on all fours. Experience told him where he was going. Jasmine’s firm grip assured that he would get there without delay.
When Jasmine released her hold, Boy obediently turned his backside toward the wall. Jasmine removed a hose. A familiar nozzle on the end told me where it was to be placed and Boy’s anus, well opened from the butt plug and lubricated during the massage, accepted the business end without resistance. Several quick squeezes of a rubber bulb indicated it was an inflatable nozzle. After a noticeable groan from Boy, Jasmine squeezed twice more then slowly turned on a valve.]
“You’re going to take an extra couple of pints for the Doctor this morning, Boy. Nice and high for me. Head down..., buttocks up.”
[Boy’s forehead touched the floor and as commanded he knelt with his effeminate cheeks pushed up. As always well separated thighs left his organs freely swinging.]
“I learned much at the clinic, particularly concerning the long term care of younger males. You understand that my military experience was comprised of only short-term contact. Ms. W----- was very experienced, and my education in abnormal psychology became most useful in transforming her charges into submissive, groveling playthings.
“Her contacts were impressive. There was a worldwide network seeking candidates for her. And of course her clientele were comprised of the extremely rich and in some cases people of great notoriety. You’d be surprised, Doctor, to learn which famous people have a naked, submissive male secured in their closet waiting to lick the shoes of his Mistress. Or who owns a secluded ranch where feminized, young males fulfill the most unusual whims and fantasies of weekend guests. Yes, there’s global demand for the likes of Boy, and my years at the clinic were gratifying in assisting to develop an appropriate supply.”
[Jasmine removed another hose from the wall while she talked. This one ended with a shower nozzle, which with a twist of a valve spewed a curtain of water over Boy’s kneeling form.
After soaking him thoroughly, she retrieved a large bar of soap and a brush and began to slowly lather Boy’s entire body. The utility of her latex halter and apron became apparent with her proximity to the wet, soapy, naked Boy.]
“Within a few months at the clinic, I was taught to infibulate the new arrivals. It’s really a very simple procedure, but the spacing of the piercing is very important. A young, male’s frenulum must be pinched tightly over the penis head to be most effective. And Ms. W----- noted that I did it the tightest.
“Ms. W----- also noted my work in neutering animals, and I was placed in charge of alterations when demanded. A certain Chinese woman, for example, insisted that neutered males provided the most attentive oral service and I must confess, Doctor, that after the quick and simple removal of the testicles, training became much simpler and quicker. And the hours of teaching good tongue work has marvelous rewards, as you can imagine. I have a theory that the altered male can be trained to attain a curious level of sexual gratification by orally servicing a demanding female. I plan to write a research paper on the subject at some point.”
[Jasmine was scrubbing away. Boy was covered from head to toe with suds and a level of discomfort was becoming apparent. It was not possible to discern whether the enema hose was filling him to a level of unbearable pressure, or Jasmine’s scrub brush was abrading his skin. I could only assume both were occurring and Jasmine seemed to enjoy the reaction.
While she cleaned, she also inspected. Beginning at the head and working down, every cranny was poked, pinched and examined in the bright lights. When she reached the buttocks, her slippery, soaped hands placed the bar and brush on the floor and grasped the scrotum.]
“I always give the testicles a good examination, feeling for cysts and unusual growths.”
[Jasmine’s strong, black hands pulled Boy’s enormous, scrotal sac back between his thighs. She stretched the hairless, pink skin with her left hand until the large gonads appeared to be two lumps lying in a bag of flesh. Her right hand began to pinch and squeeze the vulnerable testicles testing Boy’s composure. He remained motionless, and this observer was impressed. It appeared that Jasmine truly owned the organs and could play with them at will. With her extensive knowledge of the male reproductive system, she knew just how much could be meted out without damage, and, at her whim, Boy’s sensitive eggs were taken to that level.
When she finally released the scrotum it swung back and forth heavily, while she poked his lower abdomen. Apparently satisfied with the level of expansion, Jasmine arose and turned off the enema hose.]