from Clitoridectomy: A Nineteenth Century Answer to Masturbation 

…In 1866 an American medical journal discussed the work of a British physician, Dr. Isaac Brown Baker, who claimed success in treating epilepsy and other nervous disorders in female patients- by excising the clitoris. After noting that the great mass of English medical opinion was strongly opposed to Baker’s ideas and had “unqualifiedly condemned” his operation, the American editor concurred with the English medical profession, declaring that to remove the clitoris “to allay sexual irritability is about as unphilosophical as to remove the analogous organ of the male.” (4)

While the clitoridectomy was only rarely performed in the English-speaking nations, the subject of female masturbation continued to intrigue the public and the medical profession. As the century drew on, more articles on the subject began appearing in medical journals and the clitoridectomy was revived. In 1889, Dr. Joseph Jones, a former president of the Louisiana State Board of Health and a medical professor, stated that “hopeless insanity” was one of the many consequences of masturbation and that the child of a masturbator was liable to hereditary insanity.(8). …

a Guided Masturbation Story involving castration

Too Big for Comfort

by FantasyMan

He sat nervously in the waiting room at the clinic, waiting to see Nurse Vice. He had met her before and wondered if she suspected his obsession with her - those narrow sexy hips, that short white skirt and those unbelievably large breasts. The top two buttons of her stretched blouse were always undone, revealing a glimpse, though not unprofessional, of her deep cleavage.

He was in for a full physical. He couldn’t help but imagine her inspecting his unnaturally large testicles, something he was quite embarrassed about. Feeling the stirrings of an erection, he scolded himself for thinking of the nurse in such an inappropriate manner.

His thoughts were cut short as the receptionist called his name… “This way Mr. Johnson,” a plain looking nurse said to him, and led the way to the examination room. He sat and waited for the Miss Vice. Again he felt a stirring in his loins - his fantasy was insistent…

Suddenly she entered. Nurse Vice was a slim woman of about 25, dark brown hair and beautiful, almost feline eyes. She wore designer glasses, giving her a prim, professional look. Her white coat was fighting an impossible battle trying to contain the massive firm breasts beneath - and those top two buttons! He was no longer in control of his cock as it continued to erect.

“Now Mr. Johnson,” she kindly asked, “what seems to be your problem?” “I, I, seem to, to….” he stammered, trying to find the right words, embarrassed about his own lack of control. She easily saw the growing bulge in his pants. She smiled kindly: “You know Mr. Johnson, there’s no need to be embarrassed,” she said, motioning for him to stand. “I’ve seen many men with big testicles….” He blushed deeply and realized that Nurse Vice would have read his file by now. Oddly, his embarrassment fueled his erection.

“Do you usually have difficulty controlling your erections?” He froze - how obvious was it? She calmly motioned him over to the counter where he saw a piece of paper and pen. “Don’t be too shy - it’s a common problem for men with big balls. My colleagues usually reschedule patients who display a lack of control such as yourself,” She was looking directly at the huge bulge between his legs. “… but I’ve developed a unique procedure for this sort of thing.”

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Guided Masturbation Stories

An Episode at the Academy

by XavierW circa 2001

A boy’s masturbatory emasculation by girls at a strict training school. This story was inspired by Titian Beresford’s novel JUDITH BOSTON. Originally posted to alt.sex.femdom

While young Edward remained strapped to his mattress in his windowless room, the students of the academy gathered in the drawing room to hear Judith explain the next phase of training. Susan, Laurie, Bonnie, and Pamela seated themselves in a semicircle in front of their teacher.

“For our purposes here at the academy,” Judith explained, “emasculation is not a single act, but an ongoing process, one that can in fact be never-ending. As a demonstration of this, Edward shall be subjected to two forms of emasculation: physiological, and psychological. The first shall be carried out by you, while I shall lead the second.

“The first type of emasculation can be achieved very easily by excessive masturbation. You shall follow a simple schedule: masturbate him to orgasm once on the first day, twice on the second, three times on the third, and so forth until he is pale and weak and his genitals no longer function. You will then bring him to me so that I may carry out the second type of emasculation.” More…

A castration story. This is a bit off topic but the “castratrix” theme appeals to a lot of chronic masturbators.

Aunt Vicky

By FantasyMan

Billy’s aunt knows what’s best for his large testicles…

He did not understand what was about to happen. Aunt Vicky had given him a nice warm cup of tea spiked with an arousal/sedative drug. He was lying on her bed nude with his legs spread open. He couldn’t figure out why he had no desire to close them. His well-developed testicles rested heavily on the bed, his large penis semi rigid…

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A nurse fantasy by FantasyMan

Penis-Cream Therapy

“Good morning Chad,” she says with a smile, “I am Nurse Stacy. I’ll be performing your Penis-Cream Therapy today.” She’s wearing a professional white lab coat, short black skirt, nylons, and high-heels. Chad is clearly nervous, intimated by her beauty, and stammers: “Good morning Nurse Stacy.” She smirks to herself, catching his brief but predictable glance at her large breasts. They press provocatively against a semi-transparent dress shirt and separate the unbuttoned front-V of her lab-coat with authority. She makes a point of wearing lacy push-up bras (black for contrast) for this procedure - she enjoys making men squirm! Her heels click cleanly on the floor as she takes a few steps and indicates a bed in the middle of the room: “Please lay on your back so we can get started.” She gives it a few pats with her palm.

After Chad mounts the bench and lies on his back Nurse Stacy begins to unfasten his pants. “Have you removed all your pubic hair Chad?” It’s clearly an unnecessary question [she'll have a clear view in a moment!] but she enjoys the added embarrassment when the patient needs to verbalizes it. “Yes,” he finally says with a small voice. She finishes unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and takes hold of them at either sides of his hips. “Lift your hips please…” she says calmly before pulling his pants/underwear down together with a smooth, practiced motion.

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from Dad’s Sock Drawer: Watching the roommate jerk off her husband 

My ex-wife told me a few stories about her flaming youth, before she met me. One was that when she was still a teenager she entered into a kind of ménage à trois with a young working class couple. One of the things she used to do was to watch the wife give her husband hand jobs in bed. I was thinking of this tableau this morning when I popped my cork. My fantasies in this morning’s session were on two themes, castration and hand jobs. Hand jobs overlap with castration in my mind in that a woman is satisfying her man when she gives him a hand job like she would milk a farm animal, thus, effectively, robbing him of his manhood.

Peter Files #08: The Diary

In which Peter finds the diary of his great-grandfather and learns how masturbators were treated 100 years ago.

(Editor’s Note: The role of heredity in the development of masturbatory addiction has received insufficient study; whether nature or nurture is predominant is still an open question. At the Institute for Correction of Sexual Misbehavior, we hold that, while genetic factors may predispose a man to masturbation dependency, expression of the trait is not inevitable. The development of unwholesome habits depends ultimately on deficits in the personal character and self discipline of the masturbator, and may be avoided by appropriate early corrective intervention. In this chapter, Peter discovers the diary of his great-grandfather, which indicates a family history of habitual masturbation and describes corrective measures common in the last century. While we do not endorse every particular of the treatment described below, we entirely agree with its emphasis on the personal value issues of masturbatory addiction. == Dr. Margaret Wilson)

Peter begins:

I recognize that I am a man of unusual sexual tastes. My preference is for the delightful practice of masturbation: for me nothing can match the pleasure of my own penis warm and throbbing in my hand. It’s true what they say that the practice is addictive, and I must confess that I have become completely enslaved by my masturbation habit. Even as I write this, my pants are pulled down so that I can lovingly stroke my penis, well lubricated with Johnson’s Baby Oil.

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(Editor’s Note: The male’s primal fear of castration is well known in the psychology literature. However, in our work with habitual masturbators we frequently find a counter emotional affect: an actual fascination with the prospect of castration by the hands of a woman, that can be compared only to the attraction of a moth to the flame. At the Institute we are investigating this phenomenon under controlled condition by placing randomly selected males under realistic threat of castration by our nurses and monitoring their sexual response. We find that sexual arousal occurs in a surprisingly high percentage of the habitual masturbators. We are exploring the possible therapeutic applications of this effect. In the chapter below we can see the phenomenon arising spontaneously during a harmless practical joke played on Peter by a young friend. — Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist.)

One summer while a teenager, Peter visited relatives who owned a small ranch in the hill country. The attraction of the place for him was not the pleasant green hills and sparkling natural springs, but rather his distant cousin Judy, a buxom country lass about his own age. At a brief meeting several months earlier, the sexually precocious girl had given the inexperienced youth his first lessons in making out, in the back seat of a Chevrolet at a drive in movie. Obsessed by the memory of his adolescent seed spilling in her hands as her fingers slowly teased his virgin genitals, Peter eagerly anticipated the visit.

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