The nurse feigned surprise in toying with the boy’s emptiness, obviously adding a psychological layer of therapy to her physical efforts.
“Miss Elizabeth,” Jamie clearly enunciated in his girlish voice, his tongue free to express.
Jamie both winced and smiled as the expert single finger worked its way into his rectum to find the neglected gland. Meanwhile the right hand rubbed and the cooing voice continued in its pleasant but taunting manner.
“Now, what would Miss Elizabeth do with a boy’s balls, Jamie?” she asked in a mocking tone.
“She has them in a drawer.”
I looked to Miss Elizabeth at that point. The look of firmness on her face told me it was true. Little Jamie’s marauded testicles were in fact in her possession, symbolizing her Dominance, and I am sure serving as fascinating tchotchkes among her Dominant friends.
Hands and fingers worked as the condescending talk continued…mocking ... taunting … reminding Jamie of his altered status and in particular the woman who served as catalyst for his neutered state.
“Oh, Jamie, you’re getting nice and hard for me. How nice. You like pleasing your nurse. Look in the mirror.”
Nurse Stenson shifted her feet to turn the stool with Jamie remaining on her lap. Facing more toward the mirror and the camera, I was shocked indeed to see that Jamie’s tiny penis was in fact somewhat engorged, even without the Prince’s Wand. It was comically small and Nurse Stenson was quick to point that out. For her to bring Jamie to erection, she must indeed know the castrated male, I thought to myself.
“It gets tinier every week, Jamie. And look at the nasty fluid I’m pumping. There are remnants of your naughty days as an intact male.”
Yes, as Miss Elizabeth had pointed out weeks before, Jamie’s prostate kept producing and it seemed that one of Nurse Stenson’s roles was to ensure he was relieved of the gooey fluid build up.
Little Sam began to knock on his cage at that point. Watching Jamie receive the attention which I so much needed made him painfully press against the entrapping plastic. Miss Elizabeth smiled understanding the source of my discomfort.
“In time, Sam. How long has it been? Four weeks? Not sleeping well? The nocturnal erections will be become more frequent by the way, so as early as you awake now it will probably become worse. And I believe you may soon need absorbent padding in your underwear. You will begin to constantly secrete fluids and it’s possible that you will stain your suits.
“When you make a decision, that will end; I assure you. You’ll have your own appointments with Nurse Stenson and be free to frolic with Jamie as much as you like, when not in service”
Miss Elizabeth paused from her lecture and studied the television screen. The tiny penis, centered in the picture, stood untouched with Nurse Stenson working the prostate gland from within the anal passage with her left hand and from without by stimulating the perineum and empty scrotum with her right.
“Would you like to come for Nurse Stenson?” the cooing voice asked of the squirming Jamie.
“That’s my cue, Sam. I’ll return in a moment.”
Miss Elizabeth left me alone. With wrists bound and Little Sam locked away, I was unlikely to cause mischief. I continued watching and observed my Hostess enter the examination room where Jamie struggled to receive the frustratingly pleasurable caresses of Nurse Stenson.
The scene became perversely decadent...Jamie stripped of everything except his gold waist chain, sitting erect, or as erect as he could become, on the lap of a fully clothed nurse with a fully clothed Miss Elizabeth now observing. She used the same condescending tone of voice in expressing mocked surprise in viewing Jamie’s tumescence.
“Why, Jamie, so big and hard for Nurse Stenson?”
It was the smallest erection I had seen since I was a boy. But the women doted over it, making farcically exaggerated comments about its puissance. Miss Elizabeth began toying with Jamie’s nipples ... so puffy and pink ... so obviously tender. Then her free hand diddled the tip of Jamie’s erection.
“Think you can ejaculate for me, Jamie? Get rid of all that foul fluid. Hmmm.?”
Well, of course, he could not. And the women massaged, toyed and verbally humiliated Jamie while he meekly sat and oozed what Nurse Stenson’s knowing finger’s pumped from within.
Finally, Jamie began bucking his hips in frustration, mimicking the motion of copulating. And the women laughed, knowing that it was for naught, that long ago, a simple strand of thin wire so callously twisted about his testicles slowly robbed Jamie of any possibility of ejaculating sperm. And yet, like a neutered puppy, his girlish body still emulated the motion required for fornication.
The bucking continued with Miss Elizabeth and Nurse Stenson closely watching in fascination. Then the nurse noted that the stream of goo had ceased and announced ‘clean up time’. Miss Elizabeth affectionately patted Jamie on the head.
“Maybe next time, Jamie. Though your penis is getting smaller and smaller.”
Miss Elizabeth laughed with her comment and withdrew toward the door. A forlorn Jamie remained bucking even as Nurse Stenson removed her hands and pushed Jamie off her lap.
As the door to the bedroom opened for Miss Elizabeth’s return, Jamie was placed under the shower.
r /> “The castrate needs to constantly be reminded of his status, I’m afraid. And the session is not entirely cruel. I am told that in his overwhelming desire and psychological need to climax he experiences a degree of pleasure. But I am also told it is akin to the sensation of being about to sneeze but not being able to do so. Is it pleasure, or unrequited tantalization?
“Anyway, as he learns time and again that his genitals have been permanently altered, that he can no longer sexually function as a male, he more readily accepts his status, that of owned and groveling servant, and his special treatment.