Hello to the BSN circumcision nurse. You mentioned experimenting with a heavy scar line vs a thin scar line and a scalloped scar line. My c o c k was cut

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Hello to the BSN circumcision nurse. You mentioned experimenting with a heavy scar line vs a thin scar line and a scalloped scar line.

My c o c k was cut leaving a pronounced scalloped scar line. It’s look like it was cut with pinking shears or zig zag scissors. I looked into what scissors would make that kind of cut. I found that circular serrated 3 to 5mm shears would leave the rounded scalloped scar line. The scar ring is dark and easy to see.

It goes all the way around my c o c k in a ring. In the locker room I don’t see any other boys who have a scalloped circumcision scar. Most of the boys have a dark brown scar around their c o c k about halfway up the shaft toward their balls.

My scalloped ring is right next to the head. It goes around and falls just under the frenum which the nurse scooped out.

There’s just a tiny amount of pinkish inner foreskin before the scalloped scar line. It looks like the nurse cut it as close to the head as she could. She left just a little inner foreskin. I wish she had removed it all and put the scar right up next to the head. I don’t like having two colors of skin on the shaft. It looks like something was left over or missed.

The nurse scooped out my frenum too. There’s nothing for me to rub. She did it tight and it strains when I get hard. It takes a while to c u m and I have to work for it like you said.
Would it be bigger if she had cut it more loose?

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.