"Walk-ins Welcome part 2 [F]"
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Walk-ins Welcome part 2 [F] - Is a favorite
Submission Date: 2017-10-08By: martineasy

[FemCirc] [Gay]flag - Fiction

My continuation of Oracle's female version of Walk-ins Welcome; an all business lawyer lets her curiosity get the best of her and finds herself face to face with the infamous castratrix Van Gelder.

I checked my phone for the fourth time to see if Shelly had responded to any of my texts and was once again flustered that there were no new messages. I sighed as I saw it was nearly a quarter passed noon and my lunch date was still nowhere to be seen; I was on the clock and had to be back at the firm no later than two o'clock. I slid my phone back into the pocket of my sleek jacket and adjust my business skirt, scanning the faces of pedestrians as they approached and walked by on the busy downtown sidewalk. It was a rather warm sunny day so I took refuge in the shade of thin oak tree just in front of a quaint Victorian style home which had been converted into some kind of studio. "Alright," I thought, "Five more minutes and I'm out of here"- I was already thinking up the disappointed text I'd send when the words brazenly inscribed on the row of old fashioned signs in front of me caught my eye,

"Certified Public Castratrix..." I muttered under my breath in wonder. In welcoming script another sign said Walk-ins Welcome.

I blushed and looked around, suddenly mortified that one of my coworkers from the law firm might catch me standing in front of such an establishment. I worked very hard to keep my professional and personal life very separated and this was the sort of kink that resonated very close to my very guarded personal tastes.

"To be a fly on the wall in there for a day," I thought, then fought the sudden urge to pull out my phone once more to check it but stopped myself. It had only been a few minutes at most and I hated the feelings of desperation and rejection that were starting to creep up before I forced them back down. Outside of the bedroom I was a forward and assertive professional, preferring to keep in control, especially of my emotions. Shelly was the right kind of woman for me; fit, forceful, and domineering- I was already suspecting that she was making me wait as a power play, and now that I realized our rendezvous point was so close to such a provocative establishment as this 'Certified Public Castratrix' I was sure of it, "You wicked bitch," I thought as a sly smile played across my lips.

I was just starting to turn away to put a bit of distance between myself and the eye catching signs when the door opened and a cute young woman stepped out already flashing me a smile- "Oh god, she must think I was deliberating on coming in," I thought, wincing internally.

"Hello," the young lady said with practiced cheerfulness, "Ms. Turner, our twelve o'clock?"

I shook my head in denial, flustered embarrassment catching in my normally confident voice, "Um, no," I laughed politely, "Just meeting a friend, a very late friend at this point, for lunch." I pulled out my phone and punched in my pin code, only giving it a glance once my screen unlocked knowing that there would be no new messages.

"Oh?" the young woman laughed, "My apologies, I shouldn't have guessed, it's just that sometimes our clients can get a little hesitant just before climbing these three short steps to the door."

She had a winning smile and the learned courtesy of a receptionist, "It's alright, I must admit that I was rather captivated by your sign and was lingering," I said, my composure now fully restored.

"It's quite risqué isn't it?" She said pausing just outside the door, keeping it held open she took one last look around at the passersby and shrugged, "Looks like our appointment is officially scratched. I'm Marry Anne, by the way. I'm Ms. Van Gelder's assistant here... Looks like we've got open booking for walk ins for the next hour if you'd like to satisfy your curiosity by having a look around."

A polite refusal was already on the tip of my tongue but my eyes glanced from the cute assistant to the open door and the exhilaration of spontaneity sparked inside of me, I shrugged and slid my phone back into my pocket, "I suppose my plans are scratched as well, why not? I'm Denise, and yes it is quite risqué indeed."

"Wonderful," Marry Anne said cheerily, the door closed behind us as she led me in, "Ms. Van Gelder is always happy to entertain prospective clients."

I was about to comment that I did not have testicles so how could I possibly be a client for a castratrix when it dawned on me- "You said the missed appointment's name was Ms. Turner- As in a biological female?"

"Yes," Marry Anne chuckled as if my question was a bit silly, it was a playful laugh, not in the least bit rude, "Ms. Turner is a woman, and yes she was to be the client."

"Interesting, please forgive my ignorance, but it's my understanding that a castratrix, well, castrates?"

"That is true, but Ms. Van Gelder offers a range of services for both male and female clientele," as Marry Anne spoke a beautiful woman somewhere in her late twenties entered the reception area thumbing through a small notebook.

She had a very strong gaze and I felt it weigh heavily upon me as she looked up from her notebook and studied me appraisingly for a moment, "Ah, Ms. Turner, I'm Ms. Van Gelder," I held her gaze feeling an instant sexual attraction for her; she held herself with a poise that commanded obedience and in that moment I truly bought into her being a castratrix who's put an end to many sex lives.

"Ms. Turner's appointment is a scratch," Marry Anne chimed in professionally, "This is Denise, she's just walking in."

The sexy castratrix gave me a sly smile and closed her little book and tucked it away, "Denise," she corrected herself, "Did Marry Anne pull you in from the street? Happens more often than you would think."

"Yes, she did," I laughed easily, "You provide a very interesting service, I figured I'd satisfy my curiosity as she put it."

"Hopefully we can satisfy more than curiosity," Ms. Van Gelder replied teasingly, "Let's talk in my office," her voice held authority, but not arrogance. I liked that.

I followed dutifully to her office, glancing from the back of her strong neck which I had a good view of from behind since her hair was worn up, to look curiously through an open door to a gynecological examination room as we passed it. When we entered her office she sat behind her large desk and made a motion of her hand towards a chair that was facing her, "Sit."

I did so and crossed my legs as my formal skirt rode up a bit, once again her gaze was upon me and I smiled politely, forcing a submissive voice inside myself to silence as I placed my hands on my thighs, keeping my back straight and tall. After a slight pause I realized she was waiting for me to begin the engagement, "I was surprised to hear that you offer services to both men and women; men are a bit obvious with castration and penectomy, but what about the female clientele?"

"When I service a woman I put an end to her sexuality as thoroughly as I do my male clients," she smiled, "The boys leave my examination room sexless, submissive eunuchs, I obviously take their testicles and at least their glans, however with a bit of coaxing I nearly always take their entire cock as well. Girls require a bit more finesse, often times their curiosity is what brings them through my doors, but it's my guidance that helps them understand that this is what's best for them."

An image of Ms. Van Gelder whipping my bare ass flashes through my mind, wearing the same confident and authoritarian expression that's now on her face as she continues to size me up, "I'm sure they take a great deal of convincing."

"How long have you been a submissive?" The castratrix asked me forwardly. I swallow, giving myself a moment to recover from the shock at the accuracy of her accusation.

I smile, my face all business, "Since my first lesbian experience in college. That's a good guess, something no one has ever suspected of me."

"I don't guess, Denise," the castratrix said coolly, "I can see right through that façade of yours. How do your dominant mistresses enjoy playing with you?"

Once again I find myself pausing a moment too long, feeling another crack form in my demeanor, my shoulders lowering just a touch, Ms. Van Gelder smiles, showing me that she noticed it too, "Heavy bondage, whipping, paddling, piercing play..."

"Orgasm denial," she finishes my sentence, "You like giving and being denied, don't you?" Ms. Van Gelder leans forward in her seat interlacing her fingers on her desk, "No shame in that, a good sub knows that it's about pleasuring her mistress, and part of her mistress's pleasure is your denial."

"Um... Yes..." Fuck, my voice waivers as thoughts of this sexy castratrix riding my face flicker behind my eyes. Having her see right through me is unnerving, but here, behind the closed door of her office I feel myself loosening my grip on my own reigns.

"Nearly all of the girls I service feel the same way. It's incredibly liberating to put an end to your sexuality once and for all, focusing all your attention on gratifying a truly deserving woman's sexual desires. I bet you think about it quite a bit when you're in the heat of the moment, don't you?"

I look down and lick my lips, feeling a sudden dryness in my mouth and wet warmth saturating my panties. I cannot even bring myself to make eye contact again when I finally speak, "In the heat of the moment... Yes..."

The sexy young castratrix grins, "Lucky for you, I'm exactly the person to talk to about such desires," I look up and try to play it off with an impassive smile before she wipes it away- "Take off your clothes. It's my standard practice to observe how a prospective client reacts to these ideas. I need to observe just how stimulating the thought of receiving this treatment is."

I bite my bottom lip, I glance down to catch myself fidgeting my fingers against a small hangnail on my left thumb, "Go on, take off your clothes. Now." Her command spurs me to my feet. I remove my slim dress jacket and drape it over the back of my seat. On a table stand next to the desk I begin placing my neatly folded garments as I remove them. My blouse, my skirt, my leggings; I feel my pussy begin to tingle in earnest as I unclasp my bra revealing my erect pink nipples. I realize I've been holding my breath the entire time as I take a short, quick breath as I slide my black panties down my legs to the floor; they are visibly soaked, eliciting another knowing laugh from the castratrix.

"There's a good girl, now sit back and let me see you."

I do as I'm commanded, I lean back into the chair, spreading my legs, exposing my shaved and glistening womanhood to a woman who plans to do who knows what to it, "I still don't understand what the procedure is for a woman, how do you take away their sexuality?"

"Well, for a good submissive girl like you the first thing I do is destroy your ovaries. You seem like an all business kinda lesbian so the prospect of you playing mommy was slim to begin with, at that point the option would be gone entirely. Once I've made you into a proper spayling the next step is to slice off your labia and clitoris," in spite of myself I visibly shudder with arousal, I can feel the slickness of my pussy juices running down the crack of my firm ass cheeks, "Lastly I sew your pussy shut permanently putting an end to your sexual gratification."

I shudder again and rub my hands up my thighs, the thought of touching my pussy at that moment was sure to make me explode in orgasm, but something inside me made my hands stop short of reaching my pleasure center... I closed my eyes and sighed as I realized what that force that stopped my hands was- She hadn't given me permission. Fuck, how did I submit to her so completely, so quickly? The logical side of my brain began to quiet as I entered a state of total submission.

"Marry Anne," the castratrix called. From the next room I heard the assistant respond with "Yes?", "Please come in here and give Ms. Denise a hand."

A moment later the office door opened and the young and beautiful Marry Anne was looking down upon my splayed, engorged sex. I looked up at her and thought that only a little while ago she was just a stranger beckoning me to come in and check the place out, now here I was, my dripping wet pussy and naked body exposed for her to see.

"Give Ms. Denise a hand, would you dear? She's a good girl who knows not to touch her pussy unless given permission."

"Yes, Ms. Van Gelder," Marry Anne said lustily as she knelt down between my legs. Her slender fingers teased at my engorged clitoris and labia for just a moment before she forced them inside me, bringing a out a long moan from deep in my throat, "She's got very overdeveloped genitals..."

It was true, my clitoris was well above average size and was frequently commented upon by my lovers as the largest they'd seen, "And to think it's completely wasted on such a cumless submissive toy like you, Denise, but don't worry, right after Marry Anne gets you off one last time I'll be taking care of that problem."

I stared up Ms. Van Gelder as Mary Anne worked her fingers in and out of my soppy wet pussy, the castratrix watched with folded arms and a smile of subtle delight as I spasmed and flinched, getting very close very rapidly to climax.

"Normally there is more convincing and molding required before I get to this point of the consultation, when I would announce that you may be a candidate for the procedure, but you... You are truly desperate to have this done, aren't you? Truly one of the most eager girls I've ever cut." Just the fact that this truly dominant woman who was at least a decade younger than me was calling me girl had my eyes rolling back in shame and ecstasy; my complete submission and Marry Anne's pleasuring fingers had me crying out as I dug my nails into the arm rests of the chair and came long and hard. As soon as the waves of the first orgasm began to cease a second quickly took it's place but I had to fight to clamp to my thighs shut to keep Marry Anne from fingering me to a third that promised to be far too intense for me to handle, especially considering that it's been at least three months since I was allowed to cum.

Marry Anne pulled her drenched hand from between my tightly shut, trembling legs as air finally returned to my chest and I could breath again, "Thank you, Denise, my fingers will be the last thing your pussy remembers," she said with professional pride.

"Is the room prepped?" Ms. Van Gelder asked as she stood and made her way around her large desk standing in front of my naked, trembling body. I looked up at her, my eyelids half hooded and my mouth parted and panting.

"Yes, Ms. Van Gelder," Marry Anne reported as she stood and opened the office door for us. Oh fuck... This was happening... This was really happening! I should be fighting this but I'm not, I should be saying no, but no words come from my hot, panting lips. Instead I instinctively rise and follow as the dominant castratrix grabs me by a combination of my large thick labia and still too sensitive clitoris and pulls me up to my feet. I stare down at her hand that is cruelly pulling me by my engorged, doomed genitals to the examination room I had peeked in earlier. Without any resistance I hop up on the gynecological table as she tugs me towards it and obediently placed my legs up onto the elevated stirrups. I continued to breath heavy while small trimmers ripple through my naked, sweaty body. It wasn't until I felt a sharp stabbing pain just above my left hip that looked down to see Ms. Van Gelder injecting something into my abdomen.

"Mphf!" I groaned, it hurt like hell, "What-what is that? Are you numbing me?" I asked weakly, more curious than concerned, all the while my mind was screaming for the sexy young castratrix to pull her slacks down and climb atop me, riding my face to a powerful orgasm.

"Brace yourself, Denise, her comes another rough pinch..." I hissed as she pulled the very long syringe from my flesh before carefully selecting a spot on the right side of my abdomen- Even though I was expecting it the pain was still a surprise in its severity. She expunged the rest of the syringe's contents into the right side of my abdomen then pulled the long needle from my pale, quivering flesh, "No, the lidocaine comes next, that was neutrasol that I just injected directly into your baby makers. Right now your ovaries are dying and breaking down into mush."

I gasped but did not move, I stayed perfectly still as a cold chill ran form the pit of my stomach and up my spine. My insides burned and tingled as I felt my wasted reproductive organs die, then I felt nothing... It worked fast and efficiently. I'm sure I'll look back on this and marvel at it, but right now the sensory overload is far too overwhelming. I hissed again and lifted my head to see her plunging a smaller syringe into the base of my clitoris which was standing proudly at attention. I almost felt a sense of pride for my inch and a half nub of delicate pink flesh that I had been so self-conscious of all these years. My large lady button looked proud to be destroyed and strangely all I could feel was a sense of relief as Ms. Van Gelding poked down both sides of my labia minora.

"We're almost there, just a few more snips and you'll be a the perfect submissive," the castratrix grinned with satisfaction, "A cumless, pussyless spayling to be used and abused to your mistress's desire."

"Yes..." I half moaned, half croaked the word, my mouth and throat were so incredibly dry at this point, I could feel beads of sweat running down the sides of my breasts and body. A moment later a gentle tugging sensation grabbed my attention and lifted my head to see Ms. Van Gelder pulling harshly on my thick clitoris which was now savagely smashed in the bite of a pair of steel pliers as she cut it and my labia free of my body, "Yes..." I murmured again as the lights started to blur and go dark... Of fuck.. I'm blacking out...

"Rise and shine," a cheerful familiar voice beckoned me- "Sherry?" I thought.

I opened my eyes and my dominant lover was smiling down on me, "Sherry," I said with a soft laugh and was about to say the cliché line of "I had the craziest dream" but the savage ache between my legs stopped that line of dialogue dead in its tracks -fuck!- as dead as my pussy... I realized that my lover was holding up the large mutilated remnants of my clitoris and labia, I looked around the bright room and understood I must be in some sort of recovery room.

"Sorry I was late," She laughed and winked, "But it looks like you had fun anyway."

I looked down and saw that I was fully clothed again in my professional business attire, I smelled pleasant but it was an unfamiliar scent- I had received a sponge bath.

"Time to get going, Denise," Sherry said, "It's time for my clitless spayling to get back to work before she's late."

I pulled out my phone and looked at it, fuck it was only half passed one o'clock but it felt like the experience lasted all day... These girls were good; they were very thorough and very quick, I knew I had plenty of time to get back to the firm but my first thought was how the hell am I going to keep up my dominant façade now that I was permanently reduced to cumless fucktoy?

"You fuckin bitch," I laughed, sitting up and sliding off the hospital bed I had been resting on.

"Yeah, but you fucking loved it," Sherry grinned.

"Yeah..." I sighed, sliding my pumps back on and straightening my skirt.

"Don't worry, I'll be holding on to this," Sherry said with glee as she gave my fleshy, ruined nub and flaps a teasing shake, 1"Unlike before, now I'll allow you to play with your clitty whenever you want."