"Ah, there you are mr.Morris. Feeling better? You asked for me? What do you say? I can hardly hear you. Mr.Morris, come on, you had minor surgery, there’s no need at all to act like you do now. You can sit, talk, eat, you even can go home later this afternoon. It’s nothing, I was done in less than five minutes, which means you had a minimal amount of anesthetic. You audience was very disappointed about what had to be done. They complained they had hardly seen anything. Well, years ago I gave the ladies something to see, sometimes even let them do the cutting.. But there’s no time anymore. I have over fifty amputations per day, I don’t have time for that kind of nonsense.
Maybe your wife and the others expected a lot of screaming and fountains of blood and unbearable pain. That can be arranged of course and it happens more often than you might think, but your wife didn’t ask for it when we talked about what had to be done and what she eventually might want additionally. There was something but I’m not allowed to tell you. Maybe she will but I doubt it. It’s more fun to let the man discover it himself.
But like I said: she didn’t ask for the painful treatment. Nevertheless you acted like a toddler mr.Morris. You cannot have felt much (although we never make the area entirely numb) but you acted like we were some moron butchers torturing you. I can tell you, I read about some medieval treatments men had to endure when they had committed some serious crimes and compared to that I just tickled you with a feather. You misbehaved badly. And sometimes, doing men like you, I wish I could do some of these far more interesting medieval actions. They arouse me. I’m not ashamed to tell that to a man.
But I must say, you made me quite mad, and my nurses had to stop me from doing nasty things that could have been rather unpleasant in the future. So in a way you are quite lucky. Nothing to complain, is that clear?
No further questions? Stop acting like you were almost murdered. It’s just a minor part of your body, women manage to live without it perfectly and you have to accept it’s obligatory. Soon all men (except some selected useful species of course) will be treated and then the world is a better place.
Greet you family from me, especially your youngest daughter. She made some really good photos, some picturing the entire scene, some showing well chosen details. They will be on the internet by now, I suppose, but I’m sure she will be glad to give a special presentation to you.
O, and your wife took the remains with her. She didn’t tell what she wanted to do with it.
Stop looking at the nurses’ butts. They are as beautiful as ever but you can’t handle your appreciation anymore. A shame for you, no doubt, but really relaxing for the nurses. See? You already start to be a better person and a good citizen. It’s a success, just as it always is. Carry on!”
Once again CtD is showing his wicked side. Wonderful.
Being castrated is like buying sugar. Every day business. Nothing to fuss about.
A woman/wife cannot be more dominating. Its not in the beating. It’s in these kind of actions/conversations. He is no factor whatsoever. No question about that.
And when they are back…. No asking how he’s feeling of course. ‘Honey, make me some tea. I’m a little thirsty. I inhaled a lot of dry air this afternoon. Quite annoying if you ask me.’