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Risks of the Wager Part One By: Mme. Lizanne The large open floor-space of the warehouse was abuzz with the conversations of the mistresses already present for the auction. Adding to the din was the clatter of slaves jockeying around the tables of refreshments and snacks that line the rear wall as they sought to fill the small platters to serve their mistresses. This was by far the largest East coast auction of the season, and I was pleased to have received an invitation to such a prestigious event. Momentarily stopping at the entryway, I looked for a familiar face or two seated at the arrangement of tables flanking the runway. Thats when I spotted my good friend Celina sitting at a table halfway down, and crouched beside her with his shaved head in her lap was her constant companion slave Jerome. There was an unoccupied chain at her table, and I tugged on the gold chain attached to Davids collar, urging him to follow closely through the surging throng. Only briefly stopping to greeting several other mistresses I knew, I made my way through the crowd, zeroing in on Celina as she waved and indicated she was reserving the chair for me. Im fortunate to have a seat at the row of tables nearest the runway. Thanks for saving me the seat, I say to Celina as I sit down and David kneels obediently beside me. Wicked outfit! When did you get it? A warm smile crossed Celinas face. I just picked it up yesterday. You like? Like! Its awesome, I reply as I give Celina the once over. Shes wearing a black leather bustier that just barely manages to tie together at the front, and exposing the deep and attractive valley between her ample breasts. Her dark mane of shoulder length hair accentuates her russet colored eyes, and the unblemished complexion of her Spanish influenced heritage. Ive always considered Celina to be a true beauty. You like the skirt too? Celina asks as she rises, brushing away her slave as she does a little pirouette. Oh girl, I reply as I see the leather hug every curve and swell of her flat belly and well defined ass. You could quiet a room with that ass! We share a laugh as Celina begins her reciprocated compliments. I enjoy her warm expression, although I dont quite feel as beautiful as she makes me out to be. Theres a decided difference between our body types. Hers so bold and curvy, and mine so slight and delicate. My small breasts only just bulge against the leather halter, and a two handed crush would barely manage any cleavage. The tight leather shorts Im wearing do present my ass in a good light, so besides my delicate facial features and close cropped little do, I have one feature that truly garners attention. We send both David and Jerome for snacks, and Celina and I get into a serious gab. Its been a few days since we have had the opportunity to talk, so there was some serious catching up to do. Our conversation quickly moved to our favorite topic, sex and slaves. Were still in the throes of a gab session when we are interrupted by the slaves returning with two small platters with some dainty sandwiches and several small pieces of different cakes. Having nibbled at a small sandwich that doesnt appeal to me, I casually pass it to David who is crouched at my thigh. I feel like a young child sneaking food I dislike to my dog who will eagerly devour everything I hand him. I decide to reward David as I pass along a half eaten piece of a very delicious brownie. I see Celina wink at me as she polishes off a similar piece of brownie but only allows Jerome to lick her fingers. Its no wonder she often chides me for spoiling David. Our continued conversation was suddenly interrupted by a sudden hush across the warehouse, and all eyes turn to the entryway. Its that bitch Glenda! Celina hissed. I spot the woman that could only be described as the arch enemy of my friend Celina. The bad blood between the two began well before I ever met Celina, and all I know about is that it had something to do with a wager. A wager involving men. Glenda was standing at the entryway, surveying the crowd, and likely checking for empty chairs. She had a reputation of having few friends, and it wasnt likely there would be someone reserving her a spot willingly. I cant help but notice the enormous slave she has in tow, and from what little I know of her, she has a penchant for slaves that are bodybuilders or equally well-built men. The extreme beauty of the gorgeous Norse goddess likely seduces them, only to find cold cruelty at her total domination of any male she encounters. I continue to watch as the long flowing mane of platinum blonde hair sways and briefly exposes her bared breasts totally. She is wearing nothing but a shiny patent leather corset, black leather panties, and thigh-high boots. Her large pert breasts topped with prominent pink nipples are fully bared, save for the mane of hair that partially covers them. Well tanned, tall and muscular, Glenda has a truly superior air about her as she moves. I know that many mistresses are more than a little afraid of her and her reputation, and most would never choose to cross her. Suddenly she parts the crowd and marches toward the table just adjacent to ours. Two mistresses immediately defer their chairs to Glenda, and she plants herself in the one nearest us while her slave stands obediently beside her. Glendas slave is a handsome man, powerfully built with immense forearms and bulging biceps. Hes very well endowed, with an enormous thick ring dangling from his huge pierced glans. I cant help notice the two angry red lines running on either side of his empty scrotum, revealing his recent castration. He also had the slightly widened stance of a new eunuch with severed testicular cords not fully healed. Since both Celina and I frequently use our slaves for sexual pleasures, I will only castrate a slave who desires it or requires it to quell behavioral problems. A throbbing hard erection on a well endowed man is something I can appreciate. Glenda carried on a very brief conversation with the last remaining mistress at her table as she ordered her slave to bring refreshments. It wasnt more than a few seconds later when the last mistress hastily departed with her cowering slave in tow. Glenda was alone. I knew trouble was brewing as I heard Glendas honey-sweet voice say. Well hello Celina. Hello Glenda, Celina replied coldly, and I saw Jerome tense. I recognized the immediate protective nature in him, and Celina rested her hand on his shoulder to calm him. I dont believe Ive met your friend Celina. Why dont you introduce us? I spotted the perturbed look on Celinas face, but she complied. I turned in my chair and accepted Glendas outstretched hand, noting the firm handshake and the crystal clear blue eyes as she smiled and greeted me. Im sure you know Celina and I are a little abrupt with each other, but thats no reason for us to not get along is it? Of course not. I reply, No need at all. I sit silently as Glendas slave returns with a platter of dainties and sweets. He continues to stand beside her as she nibbles and picks at the snacks. So what do you think of my latest acquisition? Glenda asks, her question directed at Celina. A good choice, but I see you still castrate every man that serves you, Celina replies. Of course, Glenda remarks, Unlike some women who seek gratification from slaves, I have no need for a slave with balls. Still the same old cunt-licker you always were then? Celina retorts, and I caught the slightly agitated tone in her voice. Perhaps, but its the cunt-lickers that always come out on top, Glenda laughs. And thats a sure bet. Glenda is still laughing as I note an angry look cross Celinas face. Turning to face Glenda, Celina snaps, Care for a rematch Bitch? Glenda laughs, Absolutely, and we each pick our champions. Agreed, Celina replied Loud cheers and claps suddenly break up the heated exchange as the first slave is paraded down the runway. Hes naked, leashed, and being led by a very coquettish young girl of about eighteen. She stops several times, having the slave turn and display to all the women who clap appreciatively at the handsome specimen. I especially enjoyed looking at the bold tribal tattoos that graced his back and both legs. Glenda and Celina both watch as intently as I do as the auctioneer begins taking bids as the mistresses hold up small numbered signs to indicate bidding. The first slave sells for a good price, and it bodes well for a good profit for the house. The money raised by the slave auctions is donated to the various organizations and political candidates that promote our lifestyle. The third slave down the runway is a tall black man, well built, and sporting the oversized genitals that undoubtedly spawned all the rumor of black mens abilities and endowments. The young mistress leading him stopped directly in front of our table and allowed him to turn directly toward us. We were awestruck as we got a birds-eye view of the enormous black cock that hung well beyond the massive testicles. Celina gasped quite loudly, My god what I wouldnt do with a cock like that! Glenda overheard as well, and her bidding sign immediately shot into the air. Celina was a second behind. The auctioneer immediately seized the opportunity, and before long the heated bidding between Celina and Glenda had reached stunning proportions. Indicating that I was prepared to help pay if Celina won the bidding, the price continued in an increasing spiral. I barely managed to get in a Stop! to Celina before disaster, and Glenda won the bid. The remainder of the auction was almost anticlimactic compared to the sale generated by Celina and Glenda. I even missed some of the slave parade to watch as Glenda gloated and showed off her new acquisition. She had stroked her new slave to full erection, and her hand grasped the huge cock as she teased Celina about being denied such a treat. I admit I felt a little denied too as I watched Glendas fingers circle the thick flared knob. As she let her fingers slip past the engorged tip, I almost gasped as I watched that big cock rear to full erection. It slapped hard against the slaves rippled belly, and almost reached navel height. That cock was an honest foot in length, and as thick as my wrist. The huge testicles dangling below were also proportionate to the size of the cock, and I could only imagine the potent and powerful ejaculations they would produce. Unbeknownst to Glenda, Celina and I frequently swapped and loaned our slaves to each other. We both enjoy the attentions of two virile slaves at the same time, and it was a pleasant way to evoke our dominance by having our slaves watch as another pleasured us. I always made David lick Jeromes cum from my pussy. It reinforced my dominance as well as accentuated his submissive humiliation. I enjoyed humiliating him by telling him what a superior lover Jerome was, especially given Davids condition. I was becoming more than a little perturbed at Glenda as she continued to gloat and stroke that huge erection. I disliked her attitude almost as much as the fact she was denying me the well endowed slave also. Celina would have shared him unconditionally. As the auction was winding down, I noticed Glenda quickly heading toward a room at the far end of the hall. Id seen a few other women heading that way with their new additions to their stables, and I wondered what was going on. I asked Celina if she wanted to go check it our before we left, and she agreed. While moving through the dwindling crowd heading for the exits, I heard a muffled scream coming from the room we were approaching. Three steps from the room I heard another muffled scream, and I detected the unmistakable odor of burned flesh. A few of the mistresses were taking advantage of the free geldings being offered by the auction house. As we entered the room, I spotted the mistress performing the operations. She was a beautiful young girl, perhaps no more than twenty, and dressed in almost business-like attire. Her crisp, well fit trousers were a decided contrast to the mostly leather attire of the mistresses and their naked slaves. She had neatly rolled the sleeves of her off-white blouse to just above her elbows, and from what I could see she had avoided any bloodstains. She had just tossed the last severed testicle of a thin and very white slave into a green plastic bucket, set to the side of a large wooden cross to which the slave was bound. I watched as she reached to a roll-around accessory table that was placed close beside her, and picked up the cauterizing iron. The slaves gag could not contain the scream as she touched the red hot cauterizing iron to his slit scrotum and the stumps of his testicular cords. The man vibrated as the tip of the iron worked the inside of the empty scrotum, sending curling wisps of smoke spiraling upward. A final pass of the iron down both slits and his restraints were loosened. Wide-eyed and ashen faced, the new eunuch wobbled toward his new mistress with a wide legged gait. He struggled to keep up as she marched toward the exit, jerking harshly at the slaves collar chain the moment he slowed. I watched in amazement as Glenda pushed aside a couple mistresses and their slaves to force her new acquisition to the front of the line. The mistress performing the castrations waved a bloody-gloved motion for the black slave to step forward. I saw his hesitation as two eunuchs began to lash him to the wooden cross. Can you believe that bitch is going to do that? I said incredulously. I can, Celina says quietly. I certainly can. What a total waste of a cock like that. I murmured The gag had barely been tied when the mistress taped the huge cock to the slaves belly, speaking soothingly and quietly to him. Still speaking softly to the slave, she reached for her knife with one hand, and pulled those huge testicles to the bottom of the scrotum with the other. The slave bucked hard as the mistress ran the keen edge of the knife down the length of the first testicle, and the soft flesh parted easily to partially expose the huge testicle. He bucked again as she opened up the scrotum covering the second. The mistress worked carefully, cutting and manipulating to free the testicles from the connective tissues, and allowing them to hang freely from the thick cords. They were without a doubt the largest testicles Id ever seen on a man, and they hung down to nearly mid thigh as they dangled from the thick cords. The slaves head snapped back and his hips curled forward as the mistress began shaving through the first cord with a scraping motion of the knife. The veins in the slaves neck stood out prominently as his entire body tightened, and I heard a keening moan as the testicle came away and the mistress tossed it to the bucket. As she worked the other testicle, the slave continued to hunch his hips toward the mistress, and he moaned into the gag until the final testicular cord was severed. He simply slumped and shuddered as the mistress disposed of his last testicle. The slave shot bolt upright, fighting every restraint, and screaming into the gag as the mistress worked the glowing tip of the iron inside his scrotum. As the plumes of acrid smoke curled upward amid the muffled screams, I cupped Davids testicles in my palm and said to him loudly enough for Celina and Jerome to hear, Too bad we dont have time today to wait our turn. I could have you done right now. I managed not to snicker as I felt a shudder pass through David. |