Birthday Girl

May 15th.

It has been an eventful almost surrealistic birthday. It started pretty normally with my sister Tabitha giving me a new pair of blue Dr. Scholl's sandals. Ah Dr. Scholl's, I needed a new pair to replace my old ones. When I think of all the boys I kicked in the nuts while wearing them...well it really makes my bird twitch( yes diary that's a euphemism for me getting horny).

I kissed her on the forehead and thanked her and I put them on. They fit perfectly. I can't wait to smash some poor shlub's nuts while wearing them.She smiled then asked if I was going to kick anyone in their jingle bells while wearing them. She knows me so well. I told her yes the first chance I got and we all had a laugh.

We all had some cake after lunch then my Aunt Diane came over to wish me a happy birthday and give me my birthday present. She gave me some clamps which I thought was strange until she told me it's a burdizzo. She was taking Tabitha for the night and while she was in her room getting her things Aunt Diane told me in a hushed tone" It's a tool used for castrating animals. You can use it on men too! Just clamp their cords well enough to crush them and their nuts just atrophy and die. After about a week it's bye bye balls!"

A bit of an explanation about Aunt Diane, she's a real man hater whose kind of famous. Fifteen years ago she shot her now ex husband in the balls with a 38 special. He complained about his breakfast being cold and she just got the gun out of the kitchen drawer and pow right in the nuts. She ended up doing seven years of a ten year prison sentence. To this day she laughs when she remembers him dancing around screaming about how she blew his balls off.

When I think of Uncle Brad getting shot in the scrotum it makes my bird twitch. I even masterbate about it from time to time. I just imagining the look on his face as the bullet pierced his scrotum sac and hit his testicles. Well I don't mind telling you it really makes my bird twitch.

After Aunt Diane and Tabitha left mom gave me my present and wow was it a doozie.

She gave me a box wrapped in shiny pink wrapping and a red bow. I opened it and much to my suprise there was a red robe with a hood and a silver dagger. She than explained to me that she belongs to a secret order of castratrices and that she had arranged for me to be initiated into the order, the Order of Cassandra.

To say I was shocked is putting it mildly. I would have never guessed my mother is a castratrix and there's this underground order of castratrices she belongs too. Wow. That does explain why she never got pissed at me for kicking boys in their bean bags. I also never would have dreamed of one day being initiated into such an order.

She told me the order is hundreds of years old. That the office she works at is a front for the order and that every woman she works with is a castratrix. That women who have been hurt by men will contact them and hire them to either bust the balls or castrate the men who have wronged them. She told me that sometimes men who have ballbusting fetishes will also contact them.

She told me that I was to put the robe on with nothing on underneath and no shoes, I was to be barefoot and in front of her sect I was to take the dagger and castrate a man. I was to cut a guy's balls off. That after I cut them off the testicles were to be taken and dipped in silver as a trophy for me to have. She then went to her room and came back with a pair of silver balls , the balls of the man she castrated years ago during her initiation.

She handed me the nuts and I rolled them around in my hand and well...it made my bird twitch. She looked at me and apologized for not asking me first if I wanted to join. She just knew how much I like to break boys balls that she thought I would be a natural castratrix. "You'll get paid too, that's what I do when I go on those business trips. I castrate men and I'm here to tell you honey I really enjoy my work. That's why your Aunt Diane gave you a burdizzo, so you can use it on men if a client asks for that method."

I hugged her and said I would be proud to join. That I can't wait till my initiation. She looked at me so proud. More proud than the first time I kicked a boy in his goobers.

I'll write about the ceremony tomorrow diary. Right now I have to masterbate. I'm going to castrate a man! Cut his balls off!