A femdom trainee learns a new and interesting way to dispose of a males genitals
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As a domme in the business for only 2 years, I was fascinated with the idea of male castration, yet I never found a sub who was willing to go the whole way. Fantasy seemed as far as all I met would go, leaving me without my ultimate fullfilment. Then I met Ms. Megan. I hardly believed she was real. The stories told at BDSM parties, on the net, in close domme circles, were simply beyond truth. I put them down as urban myth. Stories of subs coming to her, never to be seen again...of men taken from the street against their will, to please Her.....tortures that went well beyond the tired but oft repeated oath of Safe, Sane....and Consentual. And then I met her. I had been invited to her annual party and I dared not miss it. I don't know how she knew of me, only that she had been watching my career as it blossomed. She presented herself at the party escorted by three of her subs...all showing the scars of her brutality. The fear the subs exuded was something one could actually taste. "I'm Ms. Megan" she said to me evenly. "And you must be Ms. Tanya". she said. I wasn't prepared for that, having a legend know me by sight. "Yes....Yes I am. I have heard quite abit about you Megan, the honor is mine" I mananged. She seemed genuinely interested and ignored the staring eyes around her. "I have heard a great deal about you as well, Tanya. I would like to show you some things that you may find of interest". I followed her as we left the party to the more private areas of her house. I had no idea how or where she had heard of me. I followed her, and her consort of three subs followed behind me, naked and shackled, to the dungeon in the house. "My understanding, Tanya, is that you believe males to be inferior as cattle are, am I correct?" I nodded slowly in the affirmative. "Have you ever observed one being castrated, Tanya?" The question startled me, yet the moisture developing between my thighs confirmed my interest. The three sub males bowed their heads in unison...sweat began to form on their brows as they listened to the conversation develop. "You realize of course that for me to castrate a male either with or without his consent is illegal? Hence the reason even consenting males have a hard time finding a domme willing to take a knife to him?" I nodded, knowing that the fantasy of taking a knife to a male was not legal, frustrating as it is...would never be. The risk simply too great. She then led one of the males to an alter in the middle of the dungeon. She seemed to pick one of the males almost without thought....as though the choice was of no significance. She pushed him down upon the alter, laying him on his back. Shackles embedded in the alter were attached to his hands and feet, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable. I was suprised to see his cock harden. She then took out a small pouch and dipped her hand in the contents. Without a word she slowly massaged the goo into the flesh of the bound males genitals. "I will now show you a way to castrate a male without risk to yourself" she said. I began to tremble with excitement as I realized this male was to be altered before my eyes. Ms. Megan left the room, only to return a moment later carrying a rather large but inoffensive cat, who seemed very much at home within her arms. The remaining two sub males, as well as the male bound upon the alter, gasped audibly, though at that very moment I did not understand their fear and trepadation. "Watch....and enjoy" is all she said to me as she laid the cat between the outstretched legs of the bound male. The two remaining males backed up and coward into the corner of the room. For his part the bound male seemed rather calm. Though he was sweating profusely, he seemed to accept that his lot was predisposed, and he could do nothing about it. The cat approached him, sniffing about his genitals, and the goo Megan had applied to him. I was at a loss as to what this was all about, until I watched with suprise and excitement as the cat opened her maw and bit down upon the males penis, drawing it away from his body....to feed. She used her claws to grasp at his member, pulling it closer to her mouth to feed. Her jaw worked to pull the flesh of the member into her, as she would when devouring a mouse. Megan grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to the spectacle, to see in detail what the feline was doing. The male for his part, seemed in shock. He started to scream though, and Megan flung a leg over his head, sitting on him to quiet the noise. I watched fascinated, as the cat fed upon the unfortunate males genitals. She had done this before I surmised, as she had a method of disposing of the flesh. She had started by eating the head of the penis, and worked her way down the shaft. The blood was lapped up as she worked. As a small girl I had seen our farm cat dispose of a plump mouse in much the same manner. The scene was fascinating for me. Here I was watching a male being castrated, yet no human was involved in the act. The cat finished devouring the males penis, and was now working on his scrotom. Ms. Megan worked to hold the males head between her legs as the male struggled against the pain. I imagined for the male, getting his balls devoured slowly would be fairly painful. Truth be known, I find the idea gratifying. The feline, now working on the males scrotom...tender flesh, easily seperated by suprisingly strong jaws for such a small animal was in a world of her own..his flesh, her sustanance. My pussy awash in sexual juices, I watched the male being reduced to so much protein. The cat was in no hurry, simply feeding on that which she thought of as hers. Ms. Megan rode the male like a bronco, as he heaved beneath her weight....the cat tending to his softer parts. Finally, the cat had her fill and left, leaving Megan and I a freshly castrated male, moaning pitifully on the alter. "What do we do with him"? I inquired. He was obviously in need of medical assitance. "Ah, but I have yet to show you my other pet" said Megan. We walked to another room where she unlocked a heavy door. Out strode a magnificent Bengal Tigress who very non- chalantly walked passed us, towards the room containing the injured male upon the alter. "She'll clean up the scraps for us Tanya" said Megan with a grin. "We don't want to busy ourselves with leftovers do we dear?" I laughed as I heard the terrible sounds of a male being ripped to pieces by a pussy he simply could not handle.