Leiha and Angel - Part 2
By: Mr. Who

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A continuation of Leiha and Angel:

     The processional continued towards the table, and, while I feigned a struggle against my captors, in actuality I could not help but be mesmerized by what was going on in front of my eyes. Leiha was stunning, as usual, her breasts poking out of the leather bustier she was wearing, and Angel, whose figure was similarly accentuated, was also gorgeous. The group made their way to the table, while Leiha stopped to look at me – in my wide eyed stare as to what was going on, smiled a soft smile, and began: “Friends and family, we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the ultimate gift a slave can give, a gift showing his total devotion, a gift, not unlike virginity, that once given can never be taken back.” What the hell is this, I thought?

     This began like some sort of wedding ceremony, only with a very different outcome. I wasn’t her slave, so what the hell was she talking about? Then it donned on me, this wasn’t about me, well, at least not yet. The man dressed as the eunuchs, with little else on but boots and a hat, with his testicles very much currently intact, proceeded to lay down upon the table. It donned on me what I was witnessing, and soberly I watched her continue: “Richard,” she said, “do you willingly make an offering of your manhood to me, and to this house, out of love, devotion, and a desire to serve?” He indicated that he did. She then presented him with what I later would find out was what we in the legal community call an informed consent, outlining the potential risks, complications, and treatment and care regarding surgery. Each paragraph was read to him, after which he was asked if he understood, and he subsequently initialed after each paragraph. Finally, when that was complete, he signed the bottom. I later learned this had, in addition to the legal consequences, profound psychological consequences as well. I admit to being somewhat aroused at the thought of this man about to lose his manhood, in devotion to my girlfriend.  I also admit to questioning my own love for my girlfriend at the time, and must admit that if asked, and if it meant keeping her or making her happy, I'd have answered as Richard did. 

     His testicles were wiped down by Leiha with a dark brown substance, which I later found served as both a topical anesthetic and served to cleanse the area. She then looked to the third woman in the procession, and nodded. I would later learn that she was a well known surgeon in the area. The woman stepped forward, looked to Richard, and asked “This is your last chance, are you sure this is what you want?” He again indicated it was what he wanted. She took a hypodermic needle, and inserted it near the base of his spine, a more powerful local anesthetic. She took a scalpel, made a modest incision in his scrotum, and proceeded to remove his testicle from his scrotum with a pair of forceps. Of course there was some blood, but it was not as much I would have expected. The testicle itself was bluish white in color, and she expertly snipped and sutured the cords, removing the testicle. She sewed up the outer incision and then proceeded to do the same thing to his other testicle. Each testicle was preserved in solution.  The woman finished by kissing Richard on the lips, softly. Both Leiha and Angel did the same. He was then carried from the room by four of the eunuchs, those previously serving food and drink to recover.

     I watched as Leiha and Angel approached me, I was kicking up a storm – I wanted the hell out of there, and didn’t want to be the next on the table, or at least wanted to make it seem that way. Leiha looked at me and then Angel as Angel said: “You’d think he thought he was next the way he’s struggling,” she continued, smiling and laughing, pointing at me. Leiha then looked at me and said, “Sweetheart, we don’t want to remove your balls, at least not yet,” winking at Angel, “how are we going to have those kids we’ve talked about if we snipped them off?” I was in shock, from witnessing Richard, and what I had just witnessed and said nothing. She continued “And besides, we only remove those whose testicles are better off without them, and then only when they beg us to do so, and at least so far, you’ve been an excellent lover to us both.” “So at least until we have some kids and unless you become inadequate in bed, your balls are safe,” she said. “And as far as things have gone so far, I think they are relatively safe,” she said, playfully squeezing my balls. “But,” she continued, “we’ve been wanting to bring you into our house for some time, and it hasn’t been fair that we’ve kept this from you.”

     I looked at her and asked if that sort of thing goes on all the time. She indicated that it did not. Men came to serve there, contacting Leiha, Angel, and the other Mistresses and the two Masters of the house via the Internet. After a background check, and public interview, the men were taken into the house for a period of time, put to all kinds of use. Usually they served for a few months, before moving on. Some had stayed for years, serving the men and women of the house in a variety of ways, but did not wish to take the final step. Those that did were considered permanent eunuch slaves to the household members. In exchange for their various kinds of service, they were fed, cared for, and indeed loved.

     It was the job of the Mistresses and Masters in the house to provide for the expenses, though a slave, eunuch or otherwise, was expected to tithe upon his entrance. There were now ten eunuch slaves in the house and approximately another twenty or so who were not eunuchs kept in the house. I asked if she loved the men who served her in the house. She answered “Those that have been here a while, and those who have sacrificed for us, yes, I care for, even love.” Recognizing the disappointment in my face, she continued “It does not mean that I don’t love you, and certainly no less than them, we wouldn’t have brought you here if we didn’t love you.” Angel piped in, “that, and we’d rather have our group sleepovers over here, we missed being here several times a week.”

     Leiha told the eunuchs holding me to release me, and I was offered something to drink. She asked if I was okay with all this, and I responded that it would take some serious getting used to. I was introduced to the women and men in the house, and exhausted, retired to bed with Leiha and Angel, who were especially hot and passionate that night. I woke up with Angel beside me, Leiha no where to be found. I walked into the bathroom that accompanied their bedroom to find her seated on the floor, Richard’s face buried between her legs, moaning, as his tongue expdertly explored her slit. After a few minutes she finished, her head titled back in extacy, and looked up at me somewhat surprised, especially since I wasn’t cross about it. She explained that for the past year, excepting her overnights to my house, after doing her morning business, Richard licked her clean, front and back. I looked at him and said, with a smile on my face, “Well, just don’t miss a spot, can’t have her running around unclean, now can we?” “No sir,” he replied, smiling back at me.

     I indicated that if it wasn’t too much trouble, I was going to use the non human toilet. I finished, shook my tool two times, and Leiha said “are you sure you don’t need cleaned now, what do you think Richard?” “Yes Mistress, we can’t have him running around unclean, now can we?” I looked at her, and said “Don’t you think I’ve already had enough to digest as it is, and besides, I’m not gay sweetheart.” She replied “its only gay if its with another man, and Richard is now an it.”  I looked at Richard and said "besides, he's your slave, not mine, maybe he's not into men."  Leiha responded "I tell him about you with us, about things we've done, he wants to serve you as well."  Her logic made me smile, and I relented. I suppose that’s part of the reason about why I loved her, she could argue with me, and win. As for Richard, he was certainly good at this, and I was hard in seconds. Of course, Leiha being completely naked watching might have had something to do with it. Despite the previous night’s activities, which should have left me completely drained, after a few minutes Richard was swallowing every bit of what I had left to give. I turned, to find Angel in the doorway smiling, saying to Leiha “well, he apparently likes the toilet service, wonder if he'll enjoy all the other amenities in the house.” My face reddened at her comment.

     In the next several months, I had moved into the house with Leiha and Angel. Leiha and I were formally married. Family, friends, professional acquaintances and colleagues, and our housemates and slaves were in attendance – all properly attired, of course. My parents sat directly in front of Richard and another eunuch. I thought to myself… if only they knew. I’ve come to enjoy my home life, and all of its trappings. While I never have gotten into the torture sessions or “scenes” that Angel and Leiha and our housemates did regularly, I will watch and even help out. Occasionally I get turned on, but usually not.

     Of course, I am more than happy to oblige when Leiha and Angel return to our bedroom, hot and horny. I thoroughly enjoy just watching them explore each other and satisfy themselves and will then have Richard or another eunuch satisfy me or just do without. Leiha, out of honoring our marriage vows, and perhaps to satisfy my paranoia that any child born be mine, has never slept with or sexually used a non-castrated slave. This, of course, does not prevent her from “scening” or torturing those slaves, nor does it stop her from having them satisfy her with their tongues.

     Angel, for her part, out of respect for Leiha and I, has kept to the same prohibition. The eunuchs are different, and we take them into our bed regularly, for various activities, especially Richard, who I feel personally indebted to for having been the subject of the ceremony the night I was brought into the household. I have witnessed two additional ceremonies in the last year and half since Richard’s, and while they were equally a beautiful act of devotion, didn’t have the shock value for me that his did. Most recently Leiha has become pregnant with our first child, who will be very well cared for and loved.  I suppose one or two more will follow, since we had always talked about three.  I wonder, since Leiha's parents and mine are talking about visiting more frequently, whether we'll have to come clean and "out" our little secret.  Moreover, my thoughts occasionally turn to how serious she was about me possibly losing my balls after we are done having children, and as such, to dissuade her from making such a request, am always a considerate, passionate, and good lover to both women. Though, looking at Richard’s life, I think to myself… there are certainly worse things in this world.

    As for those of you looking online for a Mistress, perhaps one day we’ll meet, though not until my wife and Angel take your balls.

(So ends my story, though I’ve left out details and other stories that may well interest the readers of the board. Depending on feedback, I am happy to share some, and will do so with my wife’s and “Angel’s” permission.  Perhaps we can also have “Richard” or one of the eunuch’s tell their stories, and I may urge them to do so.)
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