Subtle emanations from the mathematical spirit world govern our lives.
Ha ha, just kidding. Pi (π )is evil!
Subtle emanations from the mathematical spirit world govern our lives.
Ha ha, just kidding. Pi (π )is evil!
I love building worlds in which men are trapped and must live in constant fear of castration, where if they make one false step they will lose their balls.
A hot adjunct of this are stories where women are aware of the dynamics and who cunningly scheme to trick and maneuver men into making that false step. Like a game of cat-and-mouse or a game of chess where checkmate means castration. Games where the women have everything to gain and nothing to lose. Such women would naturally leer and gloat once they had achieved their wicked objective.
I guess I am similar to Lamivex in this regard, with his Ladies’ Love Paradise and Cuckworld.
[This is a continuation of “The Adjudikator – Up in the Attic”]
Megan was a cute, popular girl and still a virgin. She had French kissed a couple times on dates but was eager to learn more. On one occassion, she and her girlfriends had organized a pajama party and invited a cute boy to sneak in. They all took turns shyly touching and feeling his throbbing privates and then he showed them how a boy masturbates. So she was very inqusitive about everything to do with sex including castration.
Later that same night she and her mom had visited her grandmother’s attic, Megan went to bed wearing only a cotton mini-t-shirt and satiny panties. She snuggled down into her soft, warm, sweetly fragrant bed and cuddled her sad-eyed panda bear stuffed animal. Although Megan is a teen she still clings to some of her childhood habits.
She reaches over to her nightstand and picks up the funny little antique book about the Adjudikator contraption that she and her mom had found in the attic. Megan reads the book slowly to savor it. It takes a week of nightly readings to finish it. As she reads it she finds that certain parts in the book make her nipples stiffen and her clit tingle and throb. So much of the content is sexually suggestive and arousing that she wonders if the book wasn’t intended more as pornography than standard reportage.
The following sections summarize the contents of the book.
It has a green-cloth-bound cover. The title on the spine is printed in gold lettering. It is 250 pages long and was published in 1872. It contains photos and diagrams. All the pages are covered with light brown spots called foxing. The title is “Aunt Lydia’s Adjudikator” and the sub-title is ” An Instrument of Women’s Justice”.
In the interests of brevity Adj is used to abbreviate Adjudikator.
The introduction tells what the book is about and how the author came to write it.
The book is about the Adj, a small, manually-operated mechanical device designed to facilitate the safe and effective castration of men. The Adj was designed so that it could be operated without any need for medical training.
The Adj was sold via the standard mail-order catalogs of the day. It sold well and soon became a popular sensation all across the country.
The Adj was invented, manufactured and sold by a women calling herself ‘Aunt Lydia’.
The philosophy behind the Adj was that it was to be used for moral correction, temperament improvement and above all, Women’s Justice.
The author is a young reporter working at a big Boston newspaper and he was given the assignment to do a story on the Adj and it’s inventor.
The author travels out to a small town west of Boston, Gideon’s Hill, where the Adj workshop is located. He meets Aunt Lydia and is given a tour of the workshop.
One small room in the workshop building is an archive containing newspaper articles, letters, reports and testimonials about the Adj gathered from all over the country. The author realized that this material could be used to write a book about the Adj and its inventor.
Aunt Lydia loves the idea of a book and gives the author permission to use the archive and also she agrees to grant him a series of interviews for the book.
As he works on the book the author finds himself drawn more and more deeply into the world of Aunt Lydia and her invention.
This chapter tells of Aunt Lydia’s family background and upbringing and of factors that contributed to inspiring Aunt Lydia to develop the Adj.
She came from an old, well-established, affluent family. The family home was a beautiful Back Bay townhouse. Her family were well-respected community leaders, very upright and moral.
Growing up, Aunt Lydia was a very unladylike tomboy. She was very bright and dynamic. Her father was an eminent physician so she was thoroughly familiar with male and female reproductive biology.
As a young teen Lydia notes how men dominate and exploit women and she also notes the satyr-like way men view girls and women as objects of sexual pursuit. She knew instinctively that she would never tolerate men treating her in those ways.
Later, in college she specializes in mechanical engineering.
This chapter tells of the inspiration for the invention of the Adj.
As a young adult, Aunt Lydia obtains a position as a mechanical engineer whose job it is to design and improve the machines used by a large food processing concern.
In her private life, Aunt Lydia enjoys socializing with a circle of like-minded lady friends. They are all very upper-class and dominant. They like to play dominant sex games with their male servants and a few other willing young males.
One of these women invents a special milking box. A male is placed in it so that only his buttocks and genitals protrude from a large opening. Then his genitals can be manually toyed with at leisure by the ladies for their amusement.
One servant, Jacob, is very quiet and submissive. The ladies learn that he had lost his testicles as a result of a kick from a horse. They also notice that his oral skills applied to quim and bottom hole are far superior to intact males. In fact, they find Jacob to be the perfect sex toy, servant and companion.
This causes the ladies to wonder if more men could made to be like Jacob. They begin to consider campaigning for castration as an integral part of Women’s Rights. But they are disappointed when one of their group, a surgical nurse, points out that the idea is impractical since performing a castration requires medical training.
As a solution to the problem Aunt Lydia proposes the invention of a mechanical device as a way to allow women to castrate without any training. Her idea is met with unanimous approval and pledges of support.
This chapter tells of perfecting the design of the Adj, organizing its manufacture and finding ways to sell them.
When it came to sales, Aunt Lydia was totally adamant and inflexible about her policy that Adjs were only to be sold to women.
When asked if test subjects were used during the development of the Adj Aunt Lydia admits that test subjects were used but declined to give further details.
This chapter tells of the various responses to the Adj in the eastern part of the country.
It’s introduction in the urban areas of the Northeast resulted in an uproar. Many women advocated and championed it. Many men denounced it as dangerous and inhumane. The controversy was basically a stalemate. The chief result was that women practitioners had to be careful and discreet in their employment of the device.
Aunt Lydia herself comes forward to make a very public speech advocating Adjs for preventive use. She is quoted as saying: “The world would be a better place if more men would just bow their head and surrender their manhood to Women’s Justice!”
This controversy turned out to be excellent advertising for the device and sales increased markedly.
The reception in some of the smaller towns in the Northeast was more positive. In some towns there were serious proposals in favor of incorporating its use into the local penal code.
The more sparsely populated Southeast had a fairly relaxed attitude about the Adj. Women were allowed to use the device as they saw fit.
This chapter tells of how people living in the frontier territories out West reacted to the Adj.
Adjs proved to be very popular out West, it fit in quite well with the rough-and-ready frontier justice that prevailed. In fact, it became ‘one of the ways the West was tamed’.
Many towns had lady judges and they welcomed the Adj as a great addition to their tools for dispensing justice and keeping the peace. It became one of the most common sentences handed out. The judges found it very gratifying to be able to go directly from pronouncing sentence to carrying out the Adj sentence themselves in a back room immediately after.
Many saloons were owned by women and these saloons always had a special back room equipped with an Adj ready to take care of customers that were drunk and disorderly, rude to women or just plain nuisances.
However, ownership of Adjs by women for personal use was relatively rare.
Due to the lack of medical supplies out West it became common to use two small lumps of black pitch to seal the wounds left by an Adj. As a result, men in the frontier territories would jokingly insult each other by saying they had noticed black pitch stains in the other guy’s underdrawers.
This chapter tells of the private and highly exclusive sex clubs that sprang up in the Northeast inspired by the Adj.
At club meetings the women are fully dressed in prim-and-proper fashion while the men are stark naked.
Action at the clubs consisted in the women employing various methods to sexually torture and humiliate the men.
Each club owned its own Adj and the male members were frequently threatened with being forced to submit to it but the threats were never carried out. Some lady club members owned their own Adjs and did not hesitate to use them for the purpose they were intended.
Aunt Lydia was initially shocked when she learned of these clubs but soon came to embrace them wholeheartedly. On one occasion she was invited to address a club meeting as a guest speaker. During Q&A she was asked about the unusual loyalty and devotion shown by newly castrated eunuchs and she responded by saying, “Once you take a male’s sex glands he is yours forever.”
This chapter gives a first person account by the author of his interest and experience with the Adj and its inventor.
When the author first meets Aunt Lydia he is struck by her great dignity and presence. She seems much older but he then realizes she is really only a few years older than himself.
She is very kind and gracious to him while he is working on the book. On more than one occasion she invited him to dine with her at her home, a grand old Victorian mansion.
One night, after a long day of working in the archives he breaks down and begs and pleads with Aunt Lydia to use the Adj on him. She laughed and said, “No, you’re much too young and it would be cruel to send you back to your big-city life a sexless eunuch.”
On his last day in Gideon’s Hill before returning to Boston, as he was getting ready to leave she looked at him with a twinkle and a warm smile and said that maybe someday they would meet again. He knew when he left that day that her memory would stay with him for years to come.
This section contains detailed diagrams and specifications for the design, operation and construction of the device.
The photo section in the middle of the book has photos of Aunt Lydia, an Adj, the factory, Aunt Lydia’s current home and the author.
A folded piece of yellowed newspaper is stuck in the back of the book. It tells of Aunt Lydia selling her business in 1884 after selling many thousands of Adjs. She decides to abandon the cold Yankee Northland and retire, with a considerable fortune, to a secluded estate located in the warm, welcoming Southland. In addition to her customary social activities with various lady friends, she surrounds herself with a small staff of male servants and admirers, all of them eunuchs, each one of whom she proudly admits she castrated herself. Included in this group is the author of the book that was written about her and her invention.
This artist hit a home run with this one.
This was going to be part of the “The Plantation” story but I dropped it. I don’t have any plans to revive it. Here is how I visualized it.
The machine is mounted in a heavy metal frame that stands three feet high and is bolted to the floor. It has a slit in the front for the testicles to be drawn through and a small seat for the victim bolted to it on the back. Shiny, razor-sharp blades are placed above and below the slit, a motor brings them together with great force. A shiny stainless-steel bowl on the floor in front of the machine is ready to catch the severed scrotum and testicles. A large red button on the front of the machine is used to activate it.
Ralph is strapped tightly into the seat on the back of the machine, his testicles dangling through the slit. He looks to his assistant, Letitia, for help. He sees her standing in front of him with the Amazons. He realizes with a shock that Letitia is totally buddy-buddy with and in cahoots with the Amazons. She smiles mischievously at him and steps forward to the machine. She says, “Sorry, boss”, and pushes the red button. He bellows in agony and vomits over himself and the machine and then passes out. One of the Amazons matter-of-factly brings over a hose and sprays water over Ralph and the machine, rinsing them off.
He wakes up later laying in bed in the small infirmary. Letitia is sitting next to the bed. She tells him that she is sure he will make a good field worker at the plantation, working out in the fields in the hot sun all day. She tells him she will explain to the editors back at the newspaper that the whole thing had turned out to be a hoax, there was no plantation just some raggedy dirt farmers with a couple chicken and a pig, and so he had decided to take an early retirement and move to Costa Rica.
Letitia climbs up into the jacked-up, big-wheel four-wheel-drive pickup and drives over the long, very-rough road through bayou country back to the big city.
A month later Letitia receives a package in the mail. She calls her girlfriends and invites them over for a pizza and beer party. She shows them what came in the package, a beautiful draw-string change-purse made of soft, pliable leather decorated with colorful patterns and shiny metal rings and beads. She passes it around for them to look at closely and one of her girlfriends says, “You know what this looks like? A guy’s nut sack!” They all laugh and kick back for a relaxing evening.
I love the big bottoms and small peens.