Castratrix Confession to a Journalist  
**by weplaythegame collective** (2024)

Are you recording already ? O.K. \*lighting a cigarette\*

So you want to know what drives me, huh ?  
You don't want the easy answer, do you ? I see.  
I'll start with it, anyway.  
I've never ever seen a cock and its owner shake as much as when the serious threat of castration is undisclosed.  
You can't compare anything with that. Anything at all.  
So I could say I want that, but it's too easy, isn't it ?  
Well, alright, let's go deeper.  
There's an echo in castrating. You can think again of the victim and that unfixable moment anytime. It hits you all of a sudden and it gives you an evil grin that people can only wonder where it's from.  
Because you've made the decision. Stealing away the biggest source of masculine pleasure forever.  
It's the excitement of a thief. It's not casual they are called Jewels, I think.  
So you can see me as that. A sensual thief.  
And I don't even need to actually take the manhood away, you know.  
Just making the organs useless. Knowing you've made it for pure pleasure and satisfaction.  
Totally uncaring of what the victim hoped for. Even feeling that could have been a carefully hidden desire, never to be admitted. Sorry, I'm almost drooling. Press Stop. You have a boner too. \*CLICK !\*  


( If there's a little castratrix writer inside of you waiting to speak out, just message our collective - W.)