Taking two castrating rings out of the bag and holding them up to the sissy.

"I want you to remember this is what happens when sissies try to stand up to me." "When the salon girls come over, I will have both of your ears pierced and have one of these dangling from each ear." "That way you will remember each time you look into a mirror." "If you do get uppity at me again, I will use these very rings and take what is most dear to you." "You have no idea what is most dear to you, yet."

As he settles down on the table I bring over a tray with three syringes on it. Holding up the first syringe and telling him.

"This is a testosterone blocker, your body will soon be rid of all that nasty testosterone." "But I want you to ask me to inject you first." "Say, Please Mistress, inject me so I don't produce anymore boy juice."

As he starts to object, I hold up the bag of castrating rings.

"You can pay me now or pay me later."

Herve signs a contract (with Uschi)

Leaving Herve on the cross while I walk over and take a chastity belt from a drawer.

"You are fortunate as I have just the thing to control your nasty urges." "But I will give you a choice." "I will have your balls removed permanently."

Setting down the belt on the examination table.

"As if there is any other way." "Seems that a little super glue just won't put Humpty back together again."

Quoting from the old nursery rhyme.

"But since I can't leave you run around with a cock, I'll remove that too."

My eyes light up and a slow and languid laugh.

"Or I could just leave your balls and take your cock." "If you ever want to see or use Moose and Squirrels in the future, I would suggest you choose the belt."

"It's not forever and I will let you out." "Trust me."

Still stuck at the front desk doing nothing but filing my nails. Some drunk is sleeping it off in the lobby. I'd have him tossed, but some lady dropped him off and gave me an envelope that was addressed to Mistress Uschi. It said private and confidential.

I remember Mistress' last talk to me where she said, "Darcee, I'm at wit's end with you." I didn't really pay much attention to the rest of what the old bag-of-wind had to say, I've got her twisted around my little finger anyway. Opening the letter to Mistress Uschi and reading it.

Typical, lousy lover, lazy no good, wears womens clothes type of letter. If you've read one personal and confidential letter, you've read them all. Picking up the phone and calling her mistress-ship, telling her that another package has arrived.

Knowing I have about 10-15 minutes before hurricane Uschi blows in, and being bored out of my mind, I decide to "HELP" the new arrival.

Walking over to him and bending over showing off my chest. I try not to show my disinterest and sarcasm in saying the company greeting.

"Hi, I'm Darcee." "How can I make your day better?"


"Hey Adonis, you look like crap." "You better look sharp by the time Miss Darling arrives." "First impressions are very important to her." "Let me help you prepare for her."