****** The Mistresses' Dessert by Iamthemarquis ******
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The Mistresses' Dessert


The Mistresses' Dessert is strictly a work of imagination and is Copyright 1999
by Iamthemarquis
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The mistresses began to arrive at 7 o'clock -- still dressed in street clothes,
to avoid the attention of passersby. Mistress Nina greeted each of them with a
warm hug and kiss on each cheek and directed each mistress and her slave into a
private bedroom.

By seven thirty, all four mistresses had assembled in the dining room, each
dressed in some version of a skintight black leather bustier with a leashed and
male slave, clad only in a leather G-string, sitting on the floor at her feet.
Each male had his hands chained behind him and wore earplugs and a hood
shutting out all sight and sound.

"Ladies," said Mistress Nina, "Tonight is a very special night. Tonight, we
shall feast on wonderful delicacies and then, for dessert, enjoy the greatest
delicacy of all. And you shall each get to prepare your dessert to your own
liking. As you know, due to the difficulty of securing the ingredients, I have
parties such as this only very rarely and only invite my nearest and dearest
friends. You are those friends. Now, has each of you asked your slave if he is
willing to make any sacrifice for his mistress and has each of you received an
affirmative response?" Each mistress responded that she had.

"Excellent," continued Mistress Nina. "We shall give each of them the
opportunity to prove it. Now, we might as well begin our meal."

Nude, eunuch slaves served course after sumptuous course; prosciutto melon;
pate de fois gras; caesar salad; lobster bisque and duck a l'orange until the
mistresses were sated and it was time for dessert.

As the ladies each enjoyed a fine cigar, the eunuchs cleared the table and then
led the bound and hooded male slaves into a separate room to wait. Then, under
mistress Nina's direction, they spread a clean white sheet across the large
dining room table.

They then attached restraints designed to immobilize a slave's limbs to each of
the four legs of the heavy oak table. The leg restraints were actually
gynecologists' stirrups.

"As you may know, ladies" began Mistress Nina,"Mistress Debbie, who has
recently joined our circle, is a board-certified general surgeon" and she led
the others in a round of applause. "Mistress Debbie has volunteered to coach
each of us through the castration of our own slave, after which, we will each
have the opportunity to prepare the harvested testicles to our liking for
dessert."

"You mean we get to cut their balls off ourselves?" squealed Mistress Jen -- at
nineteen, she was the youngest of the group - - "That rocks!!"

"That's right, Honey" cooed Mistress Nina. "And then you get to cook them and
eat them however you like."

"But what do male balls taste like?" asked Mistress Arleen, sounding just a tad
apprehensive.

"Arleen, darling," reassured Mistress Nina, "a man's testicles are ambrosia of
the gods -- the most delicious thing you have ever tasted. And if you look into
the slave's eyes while you are eating his balls -- his symbol of power and
virility, his ability to have children, his greatest source of pride and his
most prized possessions -- which have now been reduced to nothing more than a
snack for his mistress -- the feeling of power is unmatchable."

"That is so cool," raved Mistress Jen. "Let's get started."

"Bring Slave Michael back into the dining room, girls," Mistress Nina
instructed the eunuchs. "Since he is Mistress Debbie's slave and she needs to
demonstrate for the rest of us, he will be the first to be castrated." The
eunuchs led Slave Michael into the dining room where the four mistresses tied
him to the table, undoing his handcuffs and then reattaching his arms and legs
at the corners of the table and into the stirrups. Once he was firmly secured,
Mistress Debbie removed his hood, gag and earplugs. He looked about him,
slightly unsettled by being tied to the table but excited at the sight of the
four sexy mistresses he saw around him -- his cock grew hard.

"Hello, slave," said Mistress Nina. "You should be very flattered that you are
the guest of honor at our little dinner party. And let me thank you in advance
for being kind enough to provide dessert."

"Mistress?" implored Slave Michael, looking up at his Mistress, Debbie.

"Perhaps you should explain to him what's going on, Mistress

Debbie."

"Michael," said Debbie, stroking his face. "Do you remember when I asked you if
you would do anything for me and you assured me that you would?"

"Yes, Mistress, I remember."

"Did you mean it?"

"Of course, Mistress. But Mistress, I'm frightened."

"Don't be. You know I wouldn't do anything that wasn't for your own good, don't
you?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, a tremor sneaking into his voice

"Well, then, knowing that, is there anything you wouldn't do for me?"

"No, mistress. I love you and there is nothing I would not do for you."

"And is there nothing you would not give for me?"

"No, mistress. Whatever is mine to give, I would give to you."

"Come on," blurted Mistress Jen. "Let's get on with it. Cut his balls off."

"Shut up, Jen," barked Mistress Nina. "These things must be handled delicately.

"Mistress?" said Slave Michael, true fear coming into his voice as his penis
softened, "Is that what you want me to give?"

"Yes, slave, Mistress Nina has been planning this dinner for quite some time
and you and the other slaves here tonight are going to sacrifice your testicles
as dessert."

"But Mistress, how is it for my own good to have my balls cut off?"

"You have the audacity to question your Mistress, you worm!" shouted Mistress
Nina.

"No, Nina," calmed Mistress Debbie, "He deserves an explanation."

"This should be good," muttered Mistress Jen under her breath.

"First," said Mistress Debbie, "animals have been castrated for thousands of
years in order to control their aggressive natures and curb their undesirable
sexual urges. It will have the same effect on you, Slave."

"But Mistress..."

"And second," interjected Mistress Nina, "your Mistress wants your balls. She
wants them. She wants to cut them off and the rest of us want to watch her cut
them off and eat them. We are having a party and we need your balls for
dessert. Your mistress wants your testicles to come off and it is in your best
interests to please your Mistress. That is all the explanation you need."

"But Mistress, please! I don't want to lose my balls."

"I'm sorry, Slave. Once you said you would give anything for me," continued
Mistress Debbie, "the decision was no longer yours. But don't worry, slave, it
won't hurt... much."

With that, Mistress Debbie replaced the gag in her slave's mouth. "I'm not
going to blindfold you or put the earplugs back in so that you can see and hear
everything that is going to happen to you."

"Mmmm Mmmm..." struggled the slave. But to no avail.

"Now, ladies," instructed Mistress Debbie, first let's all wash up to our
elbows and put on sterile rubber gloves."

The mistresses all paraded to the kitchen sink where they laughed and giggled
like schoolgirls as they washed thoroughly and then put on rubber gloves and
surgical masks provided by Mistress Debbie. When they returned to the dining
room and assumed positions around the slave, the sight of them in their black
leather, with hospital green surgical gloves and masks, excited the slave
despite his fear. As Mistress Debbie removed his leather G-string, his penis
sprang to attention.

"Kewl," said Mistress Jen. "The idea of getting his balls cut off gave him a
hard-on."

"Now," said Mistress Debbie, as she unpacked her surgical tools, "the first
thing to do is shave the slave. I like to use Gillette Foamy and a Trac 2 razor
for this job. It gets the balls nice and clean. Would you mind pulling the skin
taut while I shave his scrotum, Mistress Nina? Thank you. It's a good idea to
get all the hair off the penis, lower stomach and legs as well. Hair is a good
breeding ground for bacteria. I generally like to keep my slave shaved at all
times anyway. But this will make sure he is extra clean for the procedure.
There, clean as a whistle. Now, I sterilized a scalpel and everything you'll
need for each of you. I pride myself on operating neatly and with as little
mess as possible. So, what I am going to do first is take a piece of sterile
string and put a tourniquet around the top of his ball sac. This way, the
bleeding and fluid loss will be limited to what is actually in the scrotum and
there will be no issue of the slave bleeding to death. I've also brought a
portable suction unit to take away any unwanted fluids and a portable cautery
to stop bleeding, if need be. I will, of course, need you ladies to assist me."

"It will be our pleasure," assured Mistress Nina.

"Kewl" agreed Mistress Jen.

"Yeah," said Mistress Arleen, licking her lips "let's get on with it." She was
being strangely drawn into the ceremonial feel of the whole thing.

"Okay," said Mistress Debbie, "let's get started."

"Are you going to use an anesthetic?" asked Arleen.

"No, she won't dear," explained Mistress Nina, "I have found that the pain and
terror of the slave really adds to the flavor and tenderness of the harvested
balls. Besides, hearing male pigs scream and watching them squirm makes it that
much more fun for us."

With that, Mistress Debbie took a piece of sterile basting twine and tied as
tight a knot as she could at the top of Slave Michael's scrotum. He had nice
sized balls and they bulged out to about the size of an orange.

"Mmmm, those look good," sighed Mistress Jen.

"Would you like to play with them a bit before I sterilize them?" asked
Mistress Debbie.

"Oh, can I?" asked Jen. After all, he is your slave."

"Sure," replied Debbie. "It will be his last chance to feel the thrill of a new
woman handling them. Go ahead. Make him feel it."

Mistress Jen climbed onto the table and stood with one foot placed on each side
of the slave's body. She reached down and, with her palm facing down, grabbed
the bulging scrotum between the third and fourth fingers of her right hand. She
looked Slave Michael in the eye.

"These are coming off soon," she hissed, tightening her grip like a pitcher
squeezing a baseball. "But before they do, let's give them a new twist." And
she squeezed his balls as hard as she could, turning her palm towards the
ceiling and pulling up with all of her might. Jen was not a small woman and as
she twisted and pulled with all of her considerable strength, the slave felt as
if his balls were being pulled off. He screamed through the gag as his hips
came up off the table and tears ran down his cheeks. "Maybe I can tear them
off," huffed Jen, pulling for all she was worth, "and then you won't have to
cut them."

"All right, Jen, that's enough!" scolded Mistress Nina. "You don't want to
rupture them and spoil Mistress Debbie's dessert."

"Gee, I'm sorry," said Jen, climbing sheepishly off the table. "I don't know
what got into me."

"It's okay," said Debbie. "It's natural to get carried away when you have a man
by the balls. No harm done -- except maybe to him." The mistresses all chuckled
evilly. "Now, let' get to work. First, I'm going to wash the ball sac with
Betadine to sterilize the area and keep the slave from getting infected."

She then swabbed the balls with the brownish antiseptic.

The slave had stopped crying and the liquid felt cool on his balls.

"Is that stuff edible?" asked Mistress Arleen.

"I wouldn't recommend drinking it," answered Debbie, "but it is only for the
outer skin. I won't get any on the goodies inside. Okay, ladies, pay close
attention. As you can see, nature has provided us with a clear line of
demarcation between the two halves of the scrotum. That is where you will make
your incision. Mistress Arleen, will you turn on the suction and hold it
ready?"

"Gladly."

"Good. Here we go. I am making an incision along the line of demarcation."

The slave screamed through his gag and struggled to no avail.

"Use the suction to suck up the blood and fluids that are gushing out." Arleen
did.

Mistress Jen looked deep into the slaves crying and terrified eyes. "They're
coming off, worm. Your balls are coming off!"

Mistress Nina smiled at Jen's enthusiasm. Jen reminded her of herself as a
young mistress -- when she was first exploring the joy to be had in making men
suffer.

"Now," continued Mistress Debbie, "I am peeling back the halves of the scrotum
to expose the balls. There they are. Can everybody see? Can you see, Michael?
Don't worry, after they are off, I will show them to you."

The slave screamed and the mistresses all laughed. In his agony, he strained
against the ropes.

"Now, Slave, the more you squirm about, the more likely it is that I will
really hurt you. So I recommend you try to stay as still as possible." He did
as he was told.

Mistress Debbie peeled the scrotal flaps back as far as she could. "Kind of
looks like a pussy, doesn't it ladies?" She took the bare, veiny and exposed
testicles in her hand. "After I take his balls off, it might as well be."

"Suction up that blood, will you Arleen? Well girls, here they are. Two more
snips and they are mine. First I snip the vas deferens and seminal vessicles."

"What are those?" asked Mistress Jen.

"Those, my dear, are the tubes that carry the sperm from the balls to the
prostate gland where they wait to get some unsuspecting girl pregnant. Isn't
that right, Mistress Debbie?"

"Precisely, Mistress Nina. But in just a moment, this slave will never be able
to get any woman pregnant ever again. And while I'm at it, I'm also going to
snip the nerve that enervates the testicles. You know, the one that makes it
hurt so badly when a man gets kicked in the balls. The pain will just be for a
moment, but it will be blinding and excruciating."

"Kewl!" commented, Mistress Jen. "Hey, Mistress Debbie. Since your slave won't
be a man after you take his balls, are you going to change her name?"

"I had thought of that. But the name Michael is also a girl's name, you know.
Like Michael Learned from THE WALTONS. So I guess she can keep the same name.
Now, hand me the surgical scissors, will you Nina?"

"Gladly."

"And now slave," Mistress Debbie smiled down at her helpless victim, "say 'bye
bye balls.'" And with that she snipped through tubes, muscles and nerves,
leaving the balls free in her hand. The slave screamed piteously.

"Look, Michael" said Mistress Debbie. "Look at your pretty, bloody balls here
in my hand. I guess I had better clean off the blood." And she popped them in
her mouth. "Mmmm, don't worry Michael, I'm just cleaning them" she managed to
say around her mouthful of testicles. "I won't eat them... at least not yet."

The slave cried as he watched his mistress suck the blood off of his
disconnected balls as if they were sucking candies.

"Hand me the jar with Michael's name on it, please Nina." Mistress Nina passed
her the baby food jar filled with water and she spit the two balls into it. She
screwed on the cap.

"Here, Michael" she said, placing the bottle on his chest. "Keep an eye on
those while I sew you up." Debbie stepped between

Michael's legs, suctioned up any remaining fluids, cauterized the few remaining
oozing spots and sewed the lips of his slitted scrotum back together with the
skill of an accomplished seamstress. Mistress Debbie placed the hood back on
her slave and instructed the eunuchs to return him to a bedroom and to bring
out the next patient. Each of the mistresses, in turn, castrated her own slave
under the watchful eye of mistress Debbie, until four baby food jars with two
testicles in each sat side by side on the dining room table.

"Alright, Eunuchs," instructed Mistress Nina."Bring each of your newly
castrated sisters back to the dining room and seat each at the feet of her
mistress. I don't imagine any of them will put up much of a fuss." As soon as
the slaves were all seated at their mistresses' feet, Mistress Nina continued.
"Now, Mistresses, comes the best part. You've all had the opportunity to decide
how you would like your slave's balls prepared. Who would like to go first?"

"I will, I guess," piped up Mistress Arleen. For my dessert, I've decided that
I will have a fondue. One ball cheese and the other chocolate."

"Bravo," applauded Mistress Nina. "Very creative. Let's get Slave Sean tied
into a chair so that he can have a good view of you snacking on his
fatherhood."

The mistresses tied Sean into a chair. His hood was removed but his gag was
left in place. Two fondue pots were brought out by the eunuchs and placed on
the dining room table.

Mistress Arleen took the baby food jar marked "Sean," reached in with a spoon,
extracted the two testicles and put them on a plate. She held the plate under
her slave's nose with her left hand and seized a fondue fork with her right.
"Look, Sean" she cooed. "I'm about to eat your balls. And after I swallow them,
they will be a part of me and you will be mine forever." She took the fondue
fork and stabbed one ball. Fluid gushed out and hit the slave in the eye.

"Ooooh, that's a juicy one!" said Arleen, "I don't want to lose a single drop"
and she leaned in close and licked the juices off her slave's eye. "Mmmmm," she
breathed. "And now for the piece de resistance" and she dipped the testicle
into the hot, melted cheese.

It came up dripping.

"Wow, that looks good" sighed Mistress Jen.

"Would you like a taste?" asked Mistress Arleen.

"Oh, I couldn't," protested Jen, "it's yours."

"I insist. Take a little bite."

"Just a little one," said Jen and nibbled at the cheese-covered testicle. It
squirted blood and juices into her mouth. "That is delicious! It's like the gum
with the juice inside."

Mistress Debbie and Mistress Nina looked on and THEIR juices were running down
their thighs.

"Do you want some too girls?"

"No, it's okay. They aren't that large. You enjoy yourself," said Mistress
Nina. Debbie agreed.

"Well, then" Mistress Arleen returned to Slave Sean, "I guess it's time for
dessert." She looked deep into his eyes and inserted his ball deep into her
mouth. She closed her molars over it and it exploded in her mouth, filling it
with juice and blood. "Mmmm, Sean, your ball is absolutely scrumptious. I
wonder if it looks as good as it tastes. Here, take a look!" and she opened her
mouth wide so he could see the bloody mess within. He groaned.

"Doesn't it look good? No? Maybe you'll like the chocolate better" and she
stabbed the other ball and dunked it into the steaming chocolate. Again it came
up dripping.

"Now, I know you like chocolate, slave. Here, have some!" And she wiped the
chocolate-covered gonad all over the slave's face, leaving a brown trail.
"Awww," said Mistress Arleen, "You got all of my chocolate all over your face.
I'll punish you later for that. But I need more chocolate on your ball now!"
and again she dipped his nut into the steaming chocolate. "You know, it's
funny. When it comes to chocolate -- sometimes you feel like a nut and
sometimes you don't. Tonight, I feel like a nut... YOUR NUTS!!!" and she
plunged the chocolate- covered ball into her mouth. She moved her lips close to
his face, closed her eyes and chewed and chewed emitting little mewling sounds
of delectation as the slave's testicle was consumed.

"All gone, Slave!" she whined "And I forgot to share the experience with you."
With that, she removed his gag. "Here, suck your ball juices off my tongue" and
she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. He squirmed but then returned her
kiss enthusiastically. "I guess he enjoyed it" she said. "Who's next?" "Oh me!
Me!" Mistress Jen almost shouted. "I want to have a good old-fashioned cookout.
You've heard of a weenie roast? I want to have a good old-fashioned testicle
roast."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, eh?" quipped Mistress Nina.

"Nina, you're a card!" laughed Mistress Debbie.

Jen's slave, Paul, was tied to a chair with his gag left in place. The eunuchs
brought a can of sterno out to the table and placed it in front of Mistress Jen
with a barbecue fork and a book of matches. She took the baby food jar marked
"slave Paul" and emptied it's contents onto a plate. "Don't forget the mustard"
she told one of the eunuchs and, moments later, a jar of Gulden's was sitting
on the table beside her. Mistress Jen lit a match and set the can of sterno
aflame. As it began to roar with red and blue light, she stabbed one of Slave
Paul's balls with one prong of the barbecue fork and the second with the other.
She waved them in front of the slave's face.

"Don't they look yummy slave? These balls are going to taste so delicious."

Slave Paul moaned.

"Do you have something to say, Slave? Here let me take off the gag so that you
can share it with all of us."

She removed his gag.

"Do you have something to say, Slave?"

"No, Mistress" he sobbed. "It's too late to say anything now."

"Damn right!" said Mistress Jen. "Might as well barbecue these balls. You want
me to, don't you slave?"

"If that's what you want, Mistress."

"No, Slave." She slapped his face. " I need a little more enthusiasm. Now, I
want you to beg me to barbecue your balls."

"Please, Mistress, don't make me..."

She slapped his face. "What did you say, Slave?"

"Please, Mistress..."

"Please Mistress what?"

"Please Mistress..." he stuttered through tears. "Please barbecue my balls."

"Much better Slave. If that's what you want, I will gladly barbecue your balls.
And you know what, ladies? This feels to me just like a campfire. So let's all
sing some campfire songs."

As she placed the testicles over the flame, she began to sing: "Michael row
your boat ashore..." and the other Mistresses giggled and joined in:
"Hallelujah!"

"Michael row the boat ashore..."

"Hallelujah!"

The fire began to cook the balls a golden brown and they began to blister.

"Look, slave, your balls are like Ballpark Franks," laughed Mistress Jen. "They
plump when you cook them."

The smell of cooked testicle began to fill the room. Four mouths and four
vaginas began to water.

"Smells good, doesn't it, slave?"

"No, mistress," he wept. She slapped his face so hard it left an imprint of her
fingers.

"WRONG ANSWER!!! In fact, I think I may have to make you taste them so you can
see just how good they are."

The balls were darkening and getting well-done.

"Sister helped to trim the sails..."

"Hallelujah!"

"Why aren't you singing, Slave? You'd better sing or I'll cut your cock off and
barbecue that too."

"Sister helped to trim the sails," sobbed the Slave and the mistresses laughed
and joined in, "Hallelujah!"

"Okay, girls. I think they're ready."

Mistress Jen took the fork from the flame and dipped each ball into the
mustard.

"Would any of you ladies like a taste?"

"Yeah," said Arleen. "I'll take a bite."

"None for me, thanks" said Mistress Debbie.

"Me either" said Mistress Nina "I don't want to ruin my appetite."

"I hope you don't mind me sharing your testicles, slave. Not that it really
matters if you do. Make sure you get some mustard, Arleen."

Mistress Arleen took the tip of the ball in her mouth and bit down. Juices
spurted on her chin.

"Mmmm," said Mistress Arleen "you sure had tasty balls, Slave. You're gonna
love it, Jen." Mistress Jen dipped the ball back in the mustard.

"I sure do like mustard," she said and pulled the ball off the fork with her
teeth.

"Damn, that's good! I can taste all your little sperms dying while I munch on
your juicy sperm factory. I guess the plant is now closed."

The mistresses chortled.

Jen smiled devilishly. "You know what, slave! Your balls are so tasty, I'm
gonna share the second one with you."

"Please. Mistress..." he whined.

"Tilt your fucking head back and open your mouth."

He hesitated. She slapped him viciously.

"TILT YOUR FUCKING HEAD BACK AND OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He did as he was told. Mistress Jen took the second ball between her teeth and
placed her mouth over the slave's. She bit down hard through the middle and
half of the ball remained in her mouth while the other half fell into the
slave's.

"Go on," she said, chewing her half a ball "CHEW!! CHEW or I'll cut your cock
off." Slave Paul began to chew and retched slightly.

"YOU THROW UP AND YOU'LL CLEAN IT UP WITH YOUR TONGUE!!"

The other mistresses watched this scene with great excitement, each with a hand
in her panties -- stroking her clit.

"NOW, SWALLOW! SWALLOW THAT BALL!!!"

He swallowed and every woman in the room came. Mistress Arleen chastised
herself for not having had the foresight to have her slave chow down on his own
nuts.

"You can go next, Mistress Debbie," said Mistress Nina.

"I'm an old-fashioned girl," responded Debbie. "I'll just eat them raw."

"Good choice" agreed Mistress Nina. "Since this is your first experience eating
testicle. The first few times I had testicles, I ate them raw too. It's the
only way to get their true flavor."

"And I do want to share the experience with my slave," said Debbie.

Slave Michael was tied into the chair and his gag was removed.

"I hope you ladies won't mind if I don't offer you a taste. But the excitement
of watching him eat his own testicle raw should make up for that. Now,
Michael," she said, emptying the contents of Michael's jar into her hand,"we
are going to enjoy your balls together. Open wide." He did. "One for you," said
Mistress Debbie, popping one ball into his mouth "and the other for me" as she
took the second ball into her own. "Now, Michael, this is as close as we are
ever going to get to having a baby together. CHEW!" And the two looked lovingly
into each other's eyes as they consumed the slave's testicles.

"I love you mistress," said the slave.

"Thanks for dessert," responded Mistress Debbie.

"That was touching," said Mistress Nina. "But after a while, you get to learn
that a testicle is good for nothing but a snack. For our dessert finale, I'd
like to try something new even for me. You've heard of cherries jubilee? I am
going to use Slave Gerald's balls to prepare 'testicles jubilee!'"

Slave Gerald was tied into the slave chair and his hood and gag were removed.

"I am about to prepare your testicles for my dessert, Slave. I don't love you.
I don't care about you in any way other than what you can do for me. And yet
you love me, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress, I love you. I am yours to do with as
you please."

"Damn!" thought Mistress Jen. "That's the kind of love and obedience my Slave
should give me."

"Well, what pleases me, Slave, is for you to prepare your own balls and serve
them to me for my dessert. Shall I have you untied so that you may do that?"

"Yes, Mistress, please."

The eunuchs released him.

"Now, slave, here is what I want you to do. Take this Pyrex pie plate and fill
it with about a quarter inch of Chardonnay." He did.

"Now, remove your testicles from the jar and hold them in your hand." He did.
"Now, slave, kiss each of your testicles and tell them each goodbye as you do
so." The mistresses all laughed at the slave's predicament.

"Goodbye ball one," he said kissing one testicle. "Goodbye ball two," he kissed
the other.

"Now repeat after me, slave: "I regret that I have but two testicles to give
for my mistress's dessert."

The other mistresses giggled -- Nina was truly the mistress of humiliation.

"I regret that I have but two testicles to give for my mistress's dessert,"
repeated the slave dutifully.

"Now, place your balls in the middle of the wine. And light it."

As the slave lit the wine and watched the flames rise around his severed
testicles, a single tear ran down his cheek. The flames died out minutes later
to reveal two crispy testicles.

"Now, slave, take the two balls and cut each one in half. Place one half on
each of four plates and put them in front of each mistress." Again the slave
did as he was told.

"What are you doing, Mistress Nina?" asked Mistress Arleen.

"Well, my dears, I've consumed more than my share of male testicles over the
years. So if I can't share a little thing like a man's balls with my closest
friends, what kind of friend would I be? And slave Gerald would like you all to
share in his balls as well. Wouldn't you, Gerald?"

"Of course, Mistress. I would love it if you and your friends would feast on my
balls."

"Very well. Give each mistress a snifter of brandy and a cigar. (Nothing
enhances the flavor of testicle like brandy and a fine cigar, Girls)." He did
as he was told.

And as the male slaves sat at their mistresses' feet, trying to "digest" the
experience of being emasculated and witnessing the devouring of their gonads -
- the mistresses sat about the table, drinking, smoking, laughing and munching
on testicles jubilee - - enjoying ultimate female companionship and
anticipating their next dinner together.

THE END

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