A Visit to the Vet

A Mistress finds it difficult to train her male slave to be an obediant puppy, and decides to take him to a veterinarian to see if his problem can be solved. 

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Mistress S. was perplexed.  Her new slave, an attractive,
eager male with many fine qualities, had developed a trait
which she had been unable to discourage.  All of Mistress
S.'s slaves had been trained to act as if they were her
puppies, leashed and on all fours when in her presence,
and taught as all good puppies, to be able to lick their
owner properly.  Although Mistress S. enjoyed being
worshipped, and was quite fond of having her new slave
tongue her lovingly, from her toes to her ripe pussy and
luscious ass, the slave had become unable to control
himself when she was with him.  Without waiting for her
order, he would continually lunge at her crotch, pushing
his head under her skirt or robe, and sniff hungrily at her
cunt.  Neither pushing him away with a scold, nor beating
him severely had stopped his behavior.  As much as
Mistress S. enjoyed his attention, she wanted it on her
terms, when she wanted it, not, as often happened, when
she was taking with a friend or otherwise engaged.

	Since she adored her new slave, and did not want
to have to get rid of him, and since he had otherwise
taken to his assigned role as her puppy dog, she thought,
out of desperation, that maybe she should take him to see
a veterinarian.  Conveniently, Mistress S. had recently
met such a person at an S & M party last month, a
dominatrix named Sugar.  Unlike Mistress S., who was a
tall, long-legged light-skinned black woman with a round
tight ass, Sugar was a plump, buxom blonde.  Although
the two women were opposite physical types, they found
they had many interests in common. They had talked
about exchanging slaves, as they were each intrigued by
the male the other had brought to the party, but Mistress
S. had been too busy to call.  Fortunately, she had saved
Sugar's business card, and noting that her office was only
a couple blocks away, decided to take her puppy in that
afternoon.

	The slave was allowed to dress himself for the trip
out in public.  At home, he wore only a collar for
Mistress's leash.  After reaching Dr. Sugar's office, the
slave quickly undressed and was collared and leashed. 
He continued to push his nose under Mistress S.'s short
leather skirt and into her luxuriant, tightly curled pubic
hair, retreating only when sharply struck with a crop, but
straining again at the leash within a minute or two.  After
several annoying minutes of this, Dr. Sugar appeared at
the door leading to the examining room, greeted her new
friend, and inquired as to why Mistress S. had brought
her "puppy" to the vet today.

	"Well," Mistress S. began, "as good as this puppy
is at licking my cunt and ass, he just won't keep his
goddamn nose out of my crotch for more than a minute. 
I've tried every kind of discipline I can think of, and he
won't stop.  Unless something can be done to get him to
stop, I'm just going to have to get rid of him, and I really
don't want to."  As if on cue, the slave lunged toward Dr.
Sugar, shoving his head under her skirt, and pushing the
startled vet back as he sniffed enthusiastically.  Mistress
S. yanked the leash, and slapped his ass sharply.

	"I see!"  Dr. Sugar smiled, with a laugh.  "He really
is uncontrollable around pussy.  It must be somewhat
embarrassing having a slave that's this undisciplined."

	"That's for sure,"  Mistress S. responded.  "Is there
anything I can do?" she asked hopefully.

	Dr. Sugar broke into a wide smile.  "Only one thing
you can do," she said, pausing for a second, "But it's very
effective, and I guarantee while fix his problem."

	"Don't keep me in suspense...what is it?"

	"Very simple.  Have him castrated!"  Dr. Sugar
looked down at the slave as she said this, giving him a
wicked leer.  Both women noticed the slave's cock start to
stiffen.  "I see he likes my idea!" Dr. Sugar laughed.

	Mistress S., slightly taken aback, asked "Is this
complicated?  When can I have it done?"

	"Right now," the vet said in almost a whisper, still
looking at the slave who was straining at his leash.  "By
the way, I don't charge for castrations.  Cutting off a
male's balls is so exciting that I consider my pleasure is
more than an adequate fee.  Look, he must be able to
sense all juice my cunt is producing, I'm so hot!"  Sure
enough, the slave was almost choking trying to get his
face into Sugar's crotch.  "Why don't you let the poor little
puppy go.  I think he deserves to be allowed to lick the
pussy of the bitch who's going to castrate him, don't you?" 
Sugar parted her thighs, and moaned with pleasure as the
slave eagerly lapped at her dripping cunt.

	After Sugar had enjoyed an orgasm, she turned to
Mistress S.  "I think you'll find this will be an arousing
experience.  Are you ready?"

	Mistress S. was indeed aroused.  "If all the juice
running down my thighs is any indication, I sure am! 
How about if I sit backwards on his face and have him
tongue my asshole while you do the castration?  That
should give me a great view!"

	"Excellent!  Have him lie down on the bench, legs
spread."  By this time the slave had a full erection.  "Make
him ejaculate first.  That will relax his balls somewhat
and make it easier to make my cuts--and there's another
reason I'll tell you about later."

	Mistress S., who was enjoying an orgasm as her
slave's tongue lovingly probed her tight asshole, slowly
slid her hand along the length of the slave's cock.  After a
couple minutes of gentle teasing strokes, the slave's cock
exploded.  Dr. Sugar made two quick incisions in the
underside of the slave's scrotum, pushed the balls out one
at a time, and severed them from the slave.  Both women
shuddered at once with the intensity of their climaxes, 
Mistress S. sinking exhausted onto the now neutered
puppy's face.  Sugar, catching her breath after a few
minutes, took the slaves balls and put them in a small
refrigerator.

	When she returned, Mistress S., who was having
her toes sucked by the slave (who showed no more signs
of pussy fever), asked what it was that Sugar was going to
tell her later.  "Oh, that!"  Sugar laughed.  Years ago, after
trying and liking Rocky Mountain oysters, I thought I
sample the balls of one of my patients.  Turned out they
were fantastic, really delicious, and the kinkiness of
eating them just added to the pleasure of castrating the
male.  I've found out that an ejaculation right before I cut
them improves the taste.  By the way, if you'd like to stay
and try your puppy's with me..."

	"I'd LOVE to!!" Mistress S. blurted, before Sugar
could even finish her sentence.  And so she did.