Interview With a Castratrix

A reporter for his fraternity's quarterly newspaper, the Sigma 
Sentinel, Barry was assigned to write an article about something 
outrageously sexy, but true. He was granted an interview with a 
beautiful, but eccentric rich woman who allegedly kept a harem of 
eunuchs on her ranch.
If you read the story, Temporary Internet Files, you remember 
Nannette. This is her story.

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Interview With a Castratrix

Barry Sidmore couldn't remember exactly where he had first heard 
about her - Nannette that is. He overheard some other guys talking 
about her in the dorm or maybe in the cafeteria. There were always 
so many phoney stories going around campus that he hadn't given 
this one much credence - until now.
A journalism major in his junior year, Barry was also a reporter 
for his fraternity's quarterly newspaper, the Sigma Sentinel. It 
had become traditional to have at least one article in each issue 
about something outrageously sexy, but true. This time it was 
Barry's turn to come up with the story and he was fielding some of 
his frat brothers for ideas.
"I'll tell you what," said Mike, the editor, "why don't you 
interview that rich woman that keeps her own harem of eunuchs?"
"Yeah, sure," Barry said, in a sarcastic tone. "But I thought the 
story had to be true. No urban legends."
"I'm not shitting you, man," said Mike. "This broad is for real. 
"My girlfriend, Rita, waits tables in her restaurant. She not only 
owns the restaurant, but she has a big ranch just outside of town. 
That's where she lives with her eunuchs. I'll bet Rita can set you 
up for an interview."
Barry felt a queasy feeling come up in his stomach. His palms began 
to perspire and he held to the back of the chair to steady himself. 
This is silly, he thought; I shouldn't let a little thing like this 
make me nervous. He had interviewed the Dean of Students last 
semester and that didn't make him feel nearly so nervous. Barry 
realized that in the course of his chosen career he would likely 
interview prominent politicians; perhaps heads of state or even 
international terrorists. This little interview with Nannette 
Knickers should be small potatoes - a piece of cake - yet it gave 
him a giddy feeling in his gut.

The next Saturday afternoon found Barry driving out to the K-Bar-
None Ranch on the edge of town, home of Nannette Knickers. 
Unpainted cedar siding adorned a large rambling structure nestled 
into well-manicured shrubbery and trees. The place looked more like 
some movie star's mansion than a ranch house. Barry pulled into a 
small paved lot next to a large, rustic garage with four doors. 
There were some parking spaces marked with yellow lines and signs 
that said, "VISITORS."
Ringing the door bell, Barry felt as nervous as a fourteen-year-old 
on his first date. He was greeted by a polite, soft-spoken man, 
with just a hint of a Texas drawl, who introduced himself as Curt. 
Curt was dressed in country attire - jeans, boots, western 
stitching on his shirt - yet he conducted himself with all the 
poise and sophistication of an English butler. He invited Barry to 
be seated in the parlor while he announced his arrival to Ms. 
Knickers. Barry wondered if Curt might be one of Nannette's eunuchs 
- an assumption that was to prove quite correct!
The room was rustic, but well appointed. A large rock fireplace 
occupied almost an entire wall. Not in use during these warm days 
of spring, it had been immaculately cleaned. A large pair of horns 
from a long-horn steer were mounted above the heavy oaken mantle. 
The other walls were adorned with large paintings of western 
scenes. Cactuses in large clay pots decorated the red tile floor; 
the several chairs and two sofas were covered in real leather.
Barry was getting that queasy feeling in his gut again, 
contemplating meeting a woman who had reduced virile men to sexless 
eunuchs. The rumors had it that the castrations had all been quite 
consensual. How did she do it? What kind of power did she hold over 
these men who would allow her to do such a thing to them? What made 
them want to remain with her as servants? Well, if possible, that 
was what he was here to find out.
Suddenly Barry became aware of a presence behind him and whirled 
around to see a petite blond woman smiling at him. He jumped up 
awkwardly and introduced himself. Expecting to see some towering 
dominatrix with a sadistically cruel expression, Barry was quite 
surprised by Nannette's appearance. She was barely five-two with 
curly blonde hair and big innocent-looking blue eyes. Her feet were 
adorned with soft Indian moccasins which had allowed her to glide 
so silently into the room. Tight blue jeans stretched over her 
voluptuous curves like a pair of dancer's leotards. A blue satin 
blouse, partially unbuttoned, exposed her ample cleavage, and she 
appeared not to be wearing a bra.
Nannette's manner was disarming, yet somewhat condescending. She 
looked Barry over from head to toe with amused fascination, the way 
someone might look at a new puppy. She asked Barry to please be 
seated once more, and took a seat across the room opposite him. 
Curt brought in a tray of refreshments and placed it on the coffee 
table. After a brief round of introductions Curt stepped out of the 
room and the interview began.

BARRY: I guess the first thing I should ask is whether Nannette 
Knickers is your real name.

NANNETTE: [laughing] Honey, as far as the IRS is concerned that's 
my real name and I suppose they're the ones who count. That's the 
name I sign my checks with and I haven't bounced one since I was a 
teenager.
Seriously though, that was a stage name I took on when I was a show 
girl in Las Vegas. I had it legally changed and I haven't gone by 
anything else in... I'm not going to tell you how many years! 
[laughter]

BARRY: Of course the real reason I'm here is to find out about your 
-well- somewhat unorthodox lifestyle. At least I'm told you're 
quite unorthodox in your choice of living companions.

NANNETTE: And we are talking about my eunuchs?

BARRY: Yes, How did you get started in this eunuch thing? What was 
the inspiration - the motivation?

NANNETTE: Well, I grew up on a ranch in west-central Texas. 
Castration was nothing new to me. Helping castrate the calves and 
pigs was just one of the many chores I had to do on my family's 
ranch. I hated it at first. I wondered why we had to do something 
like that to them [the animals]. Then I began to notice the 
difference in the castrated males and the bulls and boars we kept 
for breeding. I wasn't interested in all that selective breeding 
stuff like feed conversion ratio, or percent body fat and that 
stuff. As a girl growing up around the animals I mostly noticed how 
much gentler and more manageable they became after they were 
castrated. Uncastrated males were meaner and more dangerous. Once 
they were castrated they were more like a pet. Finally I got to 
where I enjoyed castrating farm animals because I felt like I was 
doing them a favor. They would become a much nicer, sweeter little 
creature after I fixed them.

BARRY: I wonder what the animals would say if we could hear their 
side of the story?

NANNETTE: Well, it's true that animals can't talk, but I think that 
more intelligent animals like dogs and cats actually express 
appreciation in their own way.

BARRY: I can't really believe that. I would think they would only 
know that what you did to them hurt, and they surely couldn't 
comprehend the changes in their lives that would be caused from the 
loss of their hormones.

NANNETTE: Oh, they're certainly a little uncomfortable while it's 
happening, but I use local anaesthetic to keep the pain to a 
minimum. I don't allow the experience to be traumatic at all. 
Afterward, even weeks later, I will see the dog or cat and they 
will remember me. The dogs will wag their tails and wiggle their 
little bodies and lick me. The cats will purr and rub themselves 
against my ankles  and sometimes they jump up on my shoulder just 
purring and rubbing. They must remember that I'm the one who 
neutered them because that's the only other time they have ever 
seen me. I think they realize what I did to them improved their 
lives, just like most pets understand that shots and other mildly 
painful things they get from the vet are for their own good.

BARRY: Are you a veterinarian?

NANNETTE: Oh, heavens no, honey! I think it would be wonderful, but 
you have to study far too much technical stuff to do that. I never 
was too good at math or chemistry; you have to be good in those 
things to become a veterinarian today. I just occasionally neuter 
pets as a favor to my friends. It's legal if you don't hang out a 
shingle or charge for it. And best of all, it keeps my skills 
honed. [laughter]

BARRY: Are you implying that you have actually neutered men?

NANNETTE: [laughter - cackling]  Of course, honey. How do you think 
I got my eunuchs?"

BARRY: Speaking of what's legal, isn't it illegal to castrate a 
man? Couldn't you get in trouble for it?

NANNETTE: Technically, yes. I guess in my younger days I took quite 
a few risks in that respect, but I never had anyone want to 
prosecute. Today though, I have a urologist friend in California 
who's into this scene just as much as I am. She can usually finagle 
a legitimate medical excuse for the operation and get a 
psychiatrist to sign off on it as a second opinion. She also has a 
deal with a clinic down in Monterey, Mexico. Sometimes we do it 
down there. Sometimes we do a scene in a private home. It just 
depends on the individual case. Each one is different.

BARRY: So you don't really do these operations yourself?

NANNETTE: [Smiling mischievously] Well, sometimes I do, it just 
depends. I've learned a lot working with my urologist friend. 
Looking back on some of my early scenes it's a wonder some of the 
guys didn't get serious complications. I was just lucky I guess. Of 
course I had lot's of practice castrating animals and that helped.

BARRY: Yes, but aren't men different from animals? I mean, a man's 
self image and all he hopes for in life revolves around his 
sexuality. If a man is castrated it ruins his whole life. It's like 
taking out a piece of his brain. He's just not the same person - 
not even a whole person - anymore, and never will be. Personally, I 
couldn't imagine a greater tragedy than to be castrated. I refuse 
to believe that any men ever willingly submit to this.

NANNETTE: Well first of all, honey, you have the wrong idea about 
what castration does to a man. A castration is not a lobotomy and 
eunuchs are not zombies - far from it. If a man is intelligent and 
articulate he will be the same way as a eunuch. He just becomes 
gentler, more sensitive, less self-centered and aggressive, and 
much more contented.
As for men volunteering for it, or desiring to be castrated, I was 
as surprised as you are when I first discovered that was true. In 
fact, lots of men become obsessed with it - they call it castration 
fixation. This usually starts out with risky sex play involving 
their own genitals - you know, rubber bands, clamps, needles and 
stuff. They usually wind up doing permanent damage to their sex 
organs. If they can't get themselves castrated properly they 
usually end up in the emergency room with a life-threatening injury.

BARRY: What ever possesses men to develop such a fixation?

NANNETTE: Damned if I know, honey, but I know how to cure the 
problem - safely too! [laughter]

BARRY: Ms. Knickers, how did you...

NANNETTE: Hold it right there, young man. You don't have to call me 
Ms. Knickers. We're acquainted now. You can call me Nannette, and 
I'll call you Barry. Honey, you're going to make me feel old! 
[laughter]

BARRY: Okay, Nannette, when did you first learn that there were men 
who had these castration fixations?

NANNETTE: It was shortly after I moved to Las Vegas and began my 
career as a professional dancer. I had this girlfriend - I'll just 
call her Tambra - who was a professional sex worker.

BARRY: You mean a prostitute?

NANNETTE: [Laughter] Well, yes, but they prefer to be called sex 
workers. Less stigma attached - and these professionals really have 
their act together - not at all like the poor girls on the street 
corner. They really know how to take control of a man, if you know 
what I mean. [Laughter]
Well, Tambra approached me one day and wanted to know if I cared to 
come along with her on a trick. I was surprised, and at first I 
told her I wasn't interested. This client of hers wanted to do a 
double - you know, him and two girls, and was willing to pay extra 
big bucks for the experience.
Tambra told me he was real heavy into S&M and wanted to be tied up 
and stuff. I wouldn't even have to "do it" with him if I didn't 
want to. She would take care of that. So I kept thinking about it 
and it kind of turned me on. Finally I said, what the hell, and 
went with her on the trick.

BARRY: And?

NANNETTE: [Lots of laughter] Honey, that was the most fun I had 
ever had in my life! This guy was into CBT - you know - cock and 
ball torture. I guess that was the first time I met a man who 
really wanted to be hurt between the legs and take chances with his 
sex and stuff like that.

BARRY: So this was the first guy you castrated?

NANNETTE: No, we didn't castrate him at all. He was just into it 
for the fantasy - at that time anyway. I think once a man starts 
playing around like that though, it's just a matter of time until 
he wants it for real. It just takes time - maybe several years - 
for a man to accept it and realize that's where he's headed.
	 
BARRY: Tell me about your first one. What made you decide that one 
was ready? Did he actually ask for it to be done to him?

NANNETTE: Well, if you really want to talk about my first one, I 
did that when I was just sixteen. [naughty laughter] This guy had 
been screwing two girls in one of my Daddy's hay barns and they 
were all three passed out drunk. I slipped in and used the Burdizzo 
on him. [more naughty laughter] But that's a whole story by itself.

BARRY: Burdizzo?

NANNETTE: [cackling laughter] I see you're not a country boy.

BARRY: No ma'am.

NANNETTE: A Burdizzo is a castration tool that looks like a giant 
pair of pliers with fat smooth jaws. It works by crushing the cords 
and blood vessels that attach the balls to the body. At first you 
can't even tell by looking that anything has happened, but the 
balls quit working as soon as you do it. They get smaller and 
smaller, and after three or four months they just disappear. 
Nothing but a little empty sack hanging there and that gets a lot 
smaller too.

BARRY: That sounds like it would really hurt.

NANNETTE: Well, it does for just a few seconds - it hurts like 
hell. At least that's what they tell me. Of course I've never had 
it happen to me. [naughty giggles] But they say after the first few 
seconds it's all over and it doesn't hurt anymore. His sack might 
be a little sore, maybe like sore muscles, but there's no real pain.

BARRY: You said it was all consensual. That guy in the barn doesn't 
sound consensual to me.

NANNETTE: Well, except for him they were mostly consensual.

BARRY. Mostly?

NANNETTE: [cackling laughter] Honey, I told you that in my early 
days I took a few chances. Looking back, I know I pushed things a 
little too much sometimes. I learned that when a man is really 
turned on and just about to ejaculate he'll agree to almost 
anything you want to do to him.

BARRY: Including castration?

NANNETTE: Yes, maybe especially castration. Once a man starts 
getting turned on by that fantasy it captivates him like nothing 
else can. It's really easy to get him to agree to it in the seconds 
just before he squirts. But that's taking advantage of him. Today I 
make very certain and even get them to sign a release when they're 
not aroused. Sometimes I even mail it to them, because, honey, when 
I'm in their presence, they're aroused! [laughter]

BARRY: You still haven't told me about that first one - after the 
one in the barn.

NANNETTE: Well, after doing that first trick with Tambra, I told 
her to let me know if she had any other clients who wanted to have 
their balls messed with. I told her I thought I could make them 
want to get castrated for real. At first Tambra thought that would 
probably be a bad idea since once a guy lost his balls you wouldn't 
get any repeat business. But she got to thinking about it and it 
turned her on. So she agreed to let me give it a try.
We didn't have to wait long until we found a guy with a castration 
fetish who was into S&M play. We had him all trussed up in bondage 
gear and he almost fainted when I pulled out that Elastrator I had 
bought at the Farm & Ranch store.

BARRY: I've never seen one, but the name, Elastrator, sounds 
somewhat self-explanatory. I assume it uses some elastic device to 
cut off the circulation to the testicles?

NANNETTE: Yup, it stretches a fat little rubber donut out enough to 
get it over man's testicles then you let it snap. Actually, they're 
made for livestock. Sometimes I forget! [laughter]  I always like 
the way kind of knocks the breath out of a man when that thing 
snaps. Something about that just turns me on.
Anyway, we had been teasing and torturing this guy for over an 
hour, mostly light playful stuff - you know, mild shocks from a joy 
buzzer, slaps with a riding crop, little pin pricks, hot candle 
wax, and stuff like that. We had brought him up to the point of 
ejaculation several times and then backed off. We had shaved his 
crotch and teased him about not being able to go to the gym and 
stuff until his hair grew back. He was almost in a frenzy with 
desire and lust. Me and Tambra were pretty hot by then too.
It was then that I pulled out the Elastrator and told him it was 
time to get rid of those little play-pretties between his legs. He 
couldn't protest; he had a ball gag in his mouth and he was trussed 
up with heavy leather and rubber restraints. But you should have 
seen his eyes bulge![laughter] 
I hadn't planned this at all. I didn't know if I was really going 
to castrate him or not. We removed the gag from his mouth and asked 
him if he was ready. He just said, "Oh yes! Oh yes" kind of gasping 
like. Then I put a band on the prongs of the Elastrator and snapped 
it on him. You should of heard him suck in air! [laughter]
Then for some reason the idea just hit me to slip another band on 
him, just a little ways down from the first one. This forced his 
balls down into the end of his sack and sealed them up. There was 
just a little shaft of flesh, about as big around as a pencil, 
connecting his manhood to his body. It felt really weird pinching 
that little tube of flesh between my thumb and finger. Knowing how 
easy it would be to castrate him now, and how different his life 
would be after that. It gave me a feeling of power I hadn't felt 
since I nutted that boy in the hay barn. This was even better since 
I was getting him to agree to it! [laughter]
At this point though, I still kind of thought we were just playing 
with him. I wanted to see just how far he would let us go before he 
started screaming and begging us not to do it to him. I squeezed 
that little tube of flesh connecting his precious balls and kept 
right on teasing him. I told him how different his life would be as 
a eunuch and how he had better enjoy it when he came because it 
would be his last time and stuff like that. I told him I was going 
to do it and I asked him if he was ready. He just said, "Oh yes, 
Nannette! My balls belong to you! Take them if you want!" My god 
was he hot!
Tambra had lubed up a little stainless steel rod and was working it 
into the end of his penis. It was funny. His thing looked like a 
blind pig that was choking on a fence post. [laughter] I'm sure he 
was feeling VERY submissive right then. Course being submissive is 
what got him off. Me and Tambra were just doing our job REAL well 
[giggle] and our crotches were soaked too!
Then all of a sudden Tambra reached in her purse and handed me the 
straight razor she carried for protection. I opened it up and asked 
the guy one more time if he was ready. He just gasped that his nuts 
belonged to us. We could do what we wanted with them. Tambra hit 
that stainless steel rod with the joy buzzer and his thing began to 
jerk. She had a teasing look on her face and she slowly pulled the 
rod out to let him cum. Then the next thing I knew, I just reached 
down and cut that little shaft of flesh right between the bands - 
just as he shot off. [naughty snicker] He shrieked like a whistling 
tea kettle - it was unreal- and I've never seen a man squirt so 
hard. He shot all over our faces and me an Tambra looked like we 
had both been hit with a cream pie! [laughter]

BARRY: That's certainly quite an experience. How did he react after 
his excitement settled down? Did he have second thoughts?

NANNETTE: He sure did! [grinning mischievously] Of course me and 
Tambra were just as surprised as he was, but we couldn't afford let 
it show. We were professionals you know! [giggles] You should have 
seen the expression on his face when he saw me standing there with 
his balls dangling in my hand. They were still in their sack since 
it was sealed up with that second band. It felt real funny too, 
because they were still warm, but detached from his body and all. 
As soon as the shock passed though, he started to cry. Bless his 
heart; he wasn't ready to lose his balls.

BARRY: So you're saying that if you had allowed him to have his 
orgasm first, he wouldn't have gone through with it?

NANNETTE: I'm sure he wouldn't, not that night anyway. Sooner or 
later he would have done it though - they all do. Tambra and I just 
pushed things a little fast, that's all.

BARRY: Did he threaten to sue or go to the police?

NANNETTE: No, even though our agreement was just verbal, he 
realized he was as much at fault as anybody. After all, it was his 
scene! [giggle] Right then he was needing comfort and support more 
than anything else. Tambra and I just cuddled him between us and 
let him get his cry out. We kept reminding him of how he begged for 
us to do it and that we gave him exactly what he wanted. Luckily, 
he agreed.
We got him to cum a couple more times that night and he felt a lot 
better knowing he could still cum. We had to be very gentle with 
him so the band wouldn't come off; I was worried about that.

 BARRY: Was there much pain or bleeding?

NANNETTE: There was very little blood, and he said it didn't really 
hurt - just a little sore. I like that technique using two bands - 
double banding we call it. I use it for most scenes in private 
homes now. I like it better than the Burdizzo.

BARRY: Well, did Tambra lose him as a customer? How much did that 
slow him down.

NANNETTE: Well, you gotta understand we didn't dare tell Tambra's 
call agency what we did. They would have fired her - or worse. Most 
of those places are connected with the Outfit you know. They don't 
want the girls doing anything that would damage customer relations 
and scare men away. Playing is one thing; actually going through 
with it is something else again. The funny thing is though, that 
guy actually patronized the call service more after his castration 
than he did before, but he had developed a new kink. His big thing 
now was having several women at a time. The girls always booked him 
on typically slow nights and gave him a discount - I guess you 
could call it a group discount. [giggle] They enjoyed playing with 
him.

BARRY: Do you think he was just trying to prove he was still a man 
- even without balls?

NANNETTE: Maybe, but I think he was really into it too. He couldn't 
really cum any more - not like a real man. When he had an orgasm he 
would just give a big sigh, like he simply relaxed, and his penis 
would just drool a little clear liquid, like a runny nose. He could 
keep it up all night though. He would drool two or three times 
during an all-night session and he seemed to be much happier and 
satisfied with himself.


BARRY: Is this guy's reaction to castration typical?

NANNETTE: Well, yes and no. [laughter] Each individual is 
different. Castration always brings out something in a man's 
personality that is masked by his testosterone. I like to call it 
testosterone poisoning. [giggles] In that way I guess you could say 
there is no such thing as typical. But on the other hand, they all 
seem to become calmer and less aggressive and less competitive. 
They lose a lot of their territorial instincts and are less 
possessive and self-centered. If I want to go out clubbing with the 
girls and knock me off a piece of real man meat, my eunuchs don't 
get jealous. The only thing that concerns them is having a secure 
home here at the ranch. They know I'm not going to throw them out 
and move some stud in here. They trust me in that, and they're 
happy.

BARRY: Well couldn't one of your eunuchs just go to a doctor and 
start receiving hormone replacement therapy? They could function 
pretty much like a normal man after that and go out and find a mate 
of their own. What keeps them from doing that?

NANNETTE: Sure, honey. This is a free country and any of my eunuchs 
could do that if they wanted. I don't hold them here against their 
will; not at all. They choose to stay with me. Castration seems to 
remove that male wanderlust. You know, they don't want to get in 
their truck and take off across the country just to see what's over 
the next hill. They're contented here. I guess it's a lot like when 
you neuter a dog or a tom cat. They're not so interested in 
straying all over the neighborhood any more. They're much happier 
at home. In that respect I guess you could say my eunuchs are kind 
of like my little neutered pets. [laughter]
As for the hormone therapy, my eunuchs all receive about one-fourth 
the standard dosage. This is enough to keep them licking and 
sniffing, [giggle] but not enough to restore those negative male 
traits like possessiveness and  aggressiveness. This is something 
they agree to in the beginning and we don't have a problem with it.

BARRY: Is it possible for a man - a eunuch, that is - to perform 
sexually on such a small dosage?

NANNETTE: [laughter] Well, honey, it depends on what you mean by 
"perform." On the dosage I give them a eunuch can usually get up a 
softie and drool a little when they get worked up. They can't 
really have an orgasm anymore. They tell me it's a little like 
thinking your going to sneeze and then not needing to. The urge 
just goes away as easily as it came. But they can satisfy me, and 
that's what they live for. By satisfying me they satisfy 
themselves. It's an emotional and mental thing for them rather than 
a physical thing. They no longer have this overpowering urge to 
achieve their own orgasm. They can't have an orgasm and they don't 
want one. That allows them to focus all their attention on me. 
[laughter]

BARRY: So you are "satisfied" by men who can't achieve erections?

NANNETTE: Sure! [giggles - smiling and sucking her finger 
suggestively] I have lots of sex toys and my boys are experts with 
them. Of course their real specialty is their tongues. [naughty 
laughter] That's the first thing my eunuchs have to learn - that's 
a requirement! [more laughter] And like I said, if I really get 
hungry for dog meat I just get together with some of my girlfriends 
and we know where to get it! [laughter]
But seriously, I enjoy my eunuchs - I love them. They're family; 
they're my whole life and I'm theirs and we all know it. You cant 
imagine how wonderful it feels to crawl naked into a bed between 
two or more big powerful, but sexually harmless eunuchs. I know I'm 
the center of their affection and attention and they just live for 
my pleasure - they wouldn't harm a hair on my body and the wouldn't 
allow anyone else to do it either. Their harmlessness is their gift 
to me and I repay them with love and the security they find here. 
It's a wonderful life.

BARRY: Nannette, how did you progress from that guy you and your 
friend, Tambra, castrated to where you are now? Could you briefly 
fill me in on a little of the history?

NANNETTE: Okay. After that guy, I went with Tambra on three or four 
more tricks where the guy was into CBT, but these guys didn't want 
to go all the way. Me and Tambra made a pact to be REAL sure the 
next guy really wanted it before we did it again. [laughter] We 
realized how much this turned us on and we started asking questions 
and making contacts. After about six months Tambra quit the call 
agency and we went in with four other girls and struck out on our 
own.

BARRY: You mean as prostitutes?

NANNETTE: [laughter] No, not as prostitutes. Well... not exactly, 
anyway. We started doing S&M and B&D scenes for guys who were into 
it - you know, male submissives; female tops. We wouldn't bottom 
for nobody. We pooled our money and bought an old Victorian fixer-
uper in the edge of town. We made some basement and first-floor 
rooms into dungeons and lived upstairs ourselves. Sexual contact 
was never in the contract so what we did wasn't really sex work in 
the eyes of the law. Legally, our little operation was just like a 
strip club. We teased guys unmercifully, but no sexual acts ever 
occurred - officially anyway. [giggles] If we wanted to do more 
than just tease it was strictly at our discretion. not the 
client's. We always worked in pairs, minimum. We all shared the 
same interest and we were looking for guys with castration 
fixations; always trying to see how far they would really go. As 
soon as we nutted our first client he volunteered to work as our 
bouncer. He would stay in the next room, out of sight, ready to 
come in if a client started to get out of hand. This made things a 
lot safer. Within two years we had three eunuchs living with us 
full time.

BARRY: Wouldn't a submissive eunuch be too much of a wimp to offer 
much protection?

NANNETTE: Not necessarily. Most guys are just role playing when 
they're being a sub. It's their way of getting turned on. Lots of 
guys who are S&M submissives are corporate CEOs and real ass-hole 
power trippers at the office.
As for eunuchs, being a eunuch doesn't make a man that much weaker 
physically, especially if he works out and stays in shape. Losing 
his male aggression will likely only mean he will use sounder 
judgement in a tight situation. He won't let his male ego goad him 
into doing something stupid. Remember in the Bible that the Queen 
of Sheba had a eunuch in charge of her armies. And they tell me 
that the Turks and the Arabs used eunuchs as generals and admirals. 
It's not that they can't fight if they have to; they just don't 
have such a chip on their shoulder. 

BARRY: What percentage of your clients actually went all the way 
and became eunuchs?

NANNETTE: Oh gee, honey, I've never tried to figure it up. We would 
do between one and two dozen scenes a week - let's say fifteen 
average. We nutted about five or six clients a year. Some of the 
guys were weekly regulars, some came once a month, some every three 
months. Hell, you do the math, honey! [laughter] I will say that 
all the guys we nutted were weekly regulars though.
After about five years our little group finally broke up and 
started to scatter. You know, the girls had made good money and 
wanted to pursue other careers and have families and stuff. All the 
eunuchs that lived there stayed with some of the girls as life 
partners. It was like they had discovered a new kind of family. I 
sort of envied them. I kind of wished I had a eunuch of my own. 
[laughter]

BARRY: What did you do after that?

NANNETTE: Me? I got married.

BARRY: To a - regular man?

NANNETTE: Yup, honey. With balls and all! [laughter]

BARRY: ...And that didn't last?

NANNETTE: Oh, it was a wonderful marriage. We had just observed our 
seventh anniversary when Dennis was killed in a plane crash.

BARRY: I'm sorry.

NANNETTE: Well, it was just one of those things. I had to get over 
it. It's been several years now. My life certainly changed after 
his death. I got back into the scene and started pursuing this 
castration thing again.

BARRY: So you were out of "the scene," as you call it, during your 
marriage?

NANNETTE: Well, mostly, but not completely. [smiling] I still 
maintained contact with Tambra and a couple of the other girls 
during my marriage. I would still go out and help them do a scene 
and nut a guy once in a while - about twice a year I guess. That's 
also when I met Sheila, my urologist friend.

BARRY: Did your husband know you were into this castration thing.

NANNETTE: Yes. [snickering softly] You see, I met him while I was 
dancing at one of his clubs - he owned three night clubs. I think I 
told him about it on our third date. I was afraid he would think I 
was a weirdo and never ask me out again, but it kind of turned him 
on. Not for himself, but thinking about me teasing those guys and 
never having sex with them and finally nutting some of them is what 
turned him on. It helped make him feel superior; men need that you 
know. If you must know the truth I think that's what really caused 
him to get serious and ask me to marry him. It was just too cool 
thinking about what I did to those guys and I was just his cuddly 
little sex kitten. He could have me all the time and never had to 
worry about any of that "silly S&M stuff" as he called it.

BARRY: So he knew where you went when you helped Tambra with a 
scene?

NANNETTE: Oh yes, and Dennis couldn't wait to hear the story when I 
got back. That would make him so horny he would want to have sex 
four or five times a day for several days afterward. You know, in 
the traditional world, a woman is supposed to make her man feel 
like he's a king sitting on top of the world, and this is what I 
did for Dennis.

BARRY: But your husband never had any castration fantasies 
involving himself?

NANNETTE: Well, [smiling and giggling softly] not at first. We had 
been married three or four years before he was even comfortable 
letting me tease him about it. But I was steadily gaining ground 
with him, softening him up. [grin]

BARRY: You mean you were trying to get your husband to develop a 
castration fetish.

NANNETTE: Sure, it's like a little seed. You plant it and once it 
germinates it just grows and grows. Eventually the man will 
actually beg to have them [his balls] cut off.

BARRY: You mean you were actually hoping your husband would 
eventually develop such a castration fixation that he would ask you 
to castrate him?

NANNETTE: That's the whole idea. Plant the seed; watch it grow; 
then harvest the fruit. [giggles] You know, it may not be for all 
women. If a girl is weak and needs some dominant figure in her life 
to always tell her what to do then she wouldn't be happy with a 
eunuch. But if a woman is strong-willed and enjoys living her own 
life and making her own decisions in life then a eunuch is a 
perfect choice for a companion.

BARRY: What's in it for the man?

NANNETTE: Well, this may sound like a lot of bullshit, but me and 
Sheila and one of her psychiatrist friends have talked about it a 
lot. I think when it comes to sex, most men are obsessed with 
achieving physical gratification. A young man pretty much believes 
that's all there is. He to often just goes through the motions of 
being romantic to get in a girls pants. As a man matures he 
realizes that if he could get rid of his silly superficial 
obsession with physical gratification a whole new world of sensual 
experience and emotional fulfillment would open up for him. It 
would be a much happier world filled with appreciation of the 
feminine.
Once a man has that vision, that little seed I was talking about 
starts to grow. It casts doubt on the idea of the insensitive, 
macho-jock-tough-guy as the ideal male role model. He begins to 
desire those tender, touchy-feely things that women hold so dear. 
He won't admit it at first, but it keeps gnawing at him. Finally he 
understands that the only obstacle standing between him and a life 
of sensual bliss are those little testosterone factories between 
his legs. If he's ever to achieve true happiness he has to get rid 
of them. I know its hard for them to accept, and some men struggle 
with it for years, but once they've seen the light it's just a 
matter of time. A little encouragement from a woman doesn't hurt 
either! [giggles]

BARRY: I refuse to believe there is anything natural or good about 
removing perfectly healthy, functioning organs from our bodies. The 
idea that this will improve a man's life is perverse.

NANNETTE: [chuckling] Honey, I would expect most young men your age 
to feel that way; you're typical. I look at castration as a natural 
phase in a man's development, part of the maturation process. It's 
a little like losing you baby teeth. It hurts like hell to pull 
those out, but when the time comes we know what we must do. They've 
served their purpose and they've done their job, but the time comes 
when they have to go. You remember how good it felt once those 
little boogers were finally out! [laughter]
Well, balls are the same way, honey. Once they've done their job; 
caused a boy to develop into a man and maybe produced some children 
then it's time for them to go. Leaving them just makes a man become 
a cranky, self-centered old coot. [laughter]

BARRY: At what age would recommend a man have this done?

NANNETTE: It will vary, of course, and depend on the individual, 
but if I had to recommend an ideal age I would say twenty-five. 
Unfortunately, most men wait until they're around forty to make the 
transition. I believe that's because the subject is so taboo in our 
society and men with the fixation have to be so secretive. That's 
sad because making the transition while a man is still in his prime 
makes his gift to his mistress all the more wonderful. Of course I 
say it's better late than never, but if a man waits until he is 
facing prostate surgery anyway, it takes a lot of the punch out of 
the moment. [chuckles]
I think it's really a shame though for a man to have to be 
castrated in a strictly clinical setting. This is the most profound 
event in his life, certainly more so than a wedding because it's 
irreversible. [chuckle] A castration should be done safely, but 
with ceremony. When I castrate a man I try to make it the most 
beautiful and memorable moment in his life.

BARRY: Nannette, how many men have you actually castrated?

NANNETTE: Oh, let's see... [giggles] probably around two dozen. Now 
I'm just counting the ones I've actually castrated myself. That 
doesn't count the ones where I just assisted or advised. [big grin]

BARRY: Would you say that most men who have a castration fixation 
are into the S&M scene as submissives.

NANNETTE: No, not really. I used to believe that myself, but I'm 
learning that the vanilla world is full them. I think it's just a 
case of it being easier to find them in the S&M scene. There, the 
taboos are lifted and they can become visible. If you go to your 
average suburban cocktail party or social gathering the subject of 
men desiring castration is not one that is likely to come up. 
[laughter]
Now you take Curt. He's was as vanilla as they came. We started 
dating about a year after Dennis's death. Curt had a casual sexual 
relationship with about three or four other girls who worked at the 
club. He enjoyed sex as much as any man had ever enjoyed sex. Of 
course as soon as we started dating I started probing him about 
castration fantasies. I even told him about my plans to sell the 
night clubs and acquire a harem of eunuchs to take care of me on a 
ranch. He was fully aware that he wouldn't be the only one, and in 
less than a year he was ready to make his commitment and become my 
first personal eunuch.

BARRY: You mean he just gave up going out with the other girls?

NANNETTE: Yup, the idea of becoming my eunuch turned him on more 
than the vanilla sex he was having with the other girls. When his 
night finally came, the girls all got together and gave him a 
wonderful going away party, if you know what I mean. [naughty 
laughter]

BARRY: How many eunuchs do you have here on the ranch?

NANNETTE: Four, and I really don't plan to take on any more. I 
guess you could say I'm pretty satisfied. [grin] Mark and Carlos 
have driven into Middleburg today for some fencing supplies, and 
that lawnmower you hear running outside is Norm taking care of the 
lawn. He takes care of most of the landscaping.
Now if you're wondering what my official or legal relationship is 
with my eunuchs, they are employees of this ranch. They are each 
set up with a trust fund and a profit sharing account so they won't 
be left out in the cold if anything happened to me.
Some women marry their eunuchs, but since I wanted more that one 
[giggle] I decided to go this route.

BARRY: Would you say that there are quite a few more men into this 
life style than women?

NANNETTE: Yeah, lucky me, huh! [laughter] At least that's the way 
it is now. If a woman is serious about this lifestyle men will 
literally line up to give her their balls. There's a big shortage 
of women out there right now, but I'm afraid the next generation of 
girls won't be so lucky. Women are catching on fast! [laughter]
Just last week Norm spent the weekend at my daughter's sorority 
house and the girls just went ape! Over half of them said they 
wanted a eunuch of their own. [more laughter]

BARRY: You have children?

NANNETTE: Yup, one girl and one boy. Nikki is twenty and Matt is 
sixteen.

BARRY; So it was your daughter, Nikki, who invited Norm to spend 
the weekend at her sorority house?

NANNETTE: Yeah, the other girls didn't really believe her at first 
when she said her mother had eunuchs living in her household. Her 
sorority sisters kind of dared her to bring one and she took them 
up on it. Boy, were they in for a shock; Norm is a nullo! [laughter]

BARRY: A nullo?

NANNETTE: [cackling laughter] Barry, honey, you haven't even been 
around the block even one time have you! [more laughter] 
A true nullo is a man who has had his testicles, scrotum and penis 
completely removed. It's not the same as a penectomy where only the 
external portion of the penis us cut off. Nullification involves 
removing all the erectile tissue below the surface along with all 
the connective tissue. Then the urethra is rerouted through a 
little hole they make between the anus and where the scrotum used 
to be. This allows the nullo to pee sitting down, like a girl. 
Otherwise he would make a mess when he peed. [giggles]
By the way, that's why  Sheila set up that clinic down in Monterey. 
You can't legally perform a nullification as an elective surgery in 
the States.

BARRY: Why would anyone want to be like that.

NANNETTE: It's the ultimate sexual sacrifice; the ultimate gift a 
man can make to his mistress. The result of nullification is total 
sexual harmlessness. Even with a full dose of hormones they can't 
function. They would only find that frustrating. But they can sure 
cuddle and slurp! [giggle] Norm is such a sweetheart, and he's 
quite contented with his body.

BARRY: What does your son think of all this? He must take a lot of 
kidding at school.

NANNETTE: Well, Matt has grown quite used to the idea. My four 
eunuchs are just part of the family. They take Matt to ball games, 
fishing and hunting and all that. It's just like having four 
fathers only they don't get jealous of each other. [giggle]
As far as taking kidding at school, I see where there might be 
problems if he attended public school locally. But Mattew is in a 
private academy on the East Coast. 

BARRY: Nannette, I think I've about covered all the major points I 
had on my list - and then some. So on behalf of the Sigma Sentinel 
I want to thank you for you time and your gracious hospitality. 
It's been a pleasure, and a most enlightening experience.

NANNETTE: Well, thank you, Barry. Anything to spread the gospel. 
[laughter] Do you think I might have planted a little seed in your 
mind today, honey, huh? [smiling mischievously]

BARRY: No ma'am. I'm afraid I could never get into that lifestyle, 
not in a million years, but I'm sure the people at the college will 
enjoy reading what you had to say.

NANNETTE: Is there anything else you want to ask me about before 
you go.

BARRY: No, I believe I've about covered it - unless you want to 
tell me the story about that guy in the hay barn. [laugh]

NANNETTE: That's a whole story in itself, honey. You'd probably 
have to get me drunk before I'd tell that. But I have been known to 
imbibe a little. [cackling laughter] You'll just have to set up 
another interview sometime. Hell, if you get me drunk there's no 
telling what secrets I might let out of the bag! [more cackling 
laughter]

THE END - (Of This Interview)