A sharp knife was all it took. Well, that, and the guts to go through with it. Charlie knelt in her bathtub, her cock hard, throbbing with excitement. Was she actually going to do it? Was it really worth the money?

	Her apprehension showed on her face. She could see it in the flip-out screen of her camera. She looked at herself, her silky white fur, her crystalline blue eyes, her tail swaying behind her.

	She gulped hard as she gripped her knife harder, the pristine feline reaching down, cupping her nuts and rolling them in her palm, her prickly prick oozing slick, clear precum onto the bottom of the tub.

	She pulled her hand away, and looked over. There, within reach was everything she needed to stitch herself up. She hoped she didn't pass out from pain or blood loss before she could do it. She took a deep breath, and looked into the lens of her camera.

	"My name is Charlotte, and tonight I'm going to cut off my useless little balls for money." She started. She didn't have a script, but she knew what she wanted to say, as she started to stroke her cock, a puny four inches, holding up her knife.

	"I'm such a disgusting little pervert that I accepted five thousand dollars to make this video. I'm going to neuter myself, right here, on camera, so you can get off to it." Her hand pumped faster, faster, her heart pounding, her modest B-cups rising and falling as she reached down, nestling the knife behind her sac, edge forward.

	"I'm gonna cut them off while I cum, wasting my last pitiful load before I'm a neutered little kitty. I hope you enjoy~" She was panting her hips bucking, her taut ass clenching. She bit her lip and moaned loudly, stroking harder, her eyes locked on the lens.

	She had to be quick, she could feel it coming, her mouth opening, letting her moans out as it built up and up, before she gasped, letting go of her cock and grabbing her balls tight, letting the first little quirt of jizz leave her cock before she pulled her balls down, and swiped with her knife.

	It was so sharp that she barely felt it, her eyes crossing as the blade clattered against the porcelain, her hands going limp as the white spurts turned pink, painting the off-white tub. She looked down, blood covering her left hand, and dripping down into the tub. She dropped onto her ass, shaking like a leaf as she reached for her kit, grabbing the gauze, and pressing it to the wound, pressing it in tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

	She should feel it by now, right? Was she in shock? She didn't know how she felt. She looked into the camera lens again.

	"That's it. They're gone." Her quivering hand reached down, lifting her severed sac up, white fur drenched dark red, as she held it up to show the camera, pinching the flesh to let her severed stones splat onto the tub's floor. A bloody finger reached out, and the video cut off.