Headmistress' Favorite Sport Part 5

Then she crawled over to Mistress Hoffmeyer to do the same. Finally she crawled over to Headmistress and thanked her as well. Denise was the first sissy to think of this and Headmistress noticed that Yvonne was hot on her heels. As Headmistress accepted their thanks, she considered the benefits of the castration session with Erica. It had certainly been a major factor in insuring the complete and total obedience of these two little sluts.

It hadn't been the first castration Headmistress had performed, but the second. The first castration had been performed on that useless piece of shit she had married, several years ago. The marriage had produced two daughters, both of whom took after their mother. Both now worked as professional dominants and one of them, if not both, would take over running the academy after her. But her husband had been another story. He had actually been working as a dominant when Regina had met him, and at first he had seemed perfect for her, a man as domineering as herself, and they made a good couple. But after a while she had discovered that he was softer than her; less demanding of slaves and more likely to let them get off easy. The discovery made her despise him and when her daughters had been born and she had decided on not having any more children, she had finally had enough and had broken him. Catching him unawares, she had subjected him to a torture session lasting one whole day and night, where she let him know what she thought of him and his softness. The session had ended with her castrating him. She hadn't bothered feminizing him, but instead sold him to a bull queer as a slave. She knew from reliable sources that the man she had sold him to was cruel and sadistic enough to insure that the creep got what he deserved. A few years later she had heard that he had accidentally choked to death while being forced to deep throat his master. Regina thought it a fitting end to the useless asshole. As for her daughters, she had told them a lie when they were small, but when they reached adulthood she had told them the truth. Both had by then figured that the lies they had been fed as young had been just that, and neither was surprised at their mother's admission. Neither had been shocked or disturbed. They were both so dominant that they accepted their mother's way of handling the creep as the best solution.