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Yes, this is based on a true story, welcome to my life. The names are changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent. This is either the first of two or three parts, well see. I was, 29 years old, out of law school over a year, working for a government agency, prosecuting white collar criminals. I was still in the military in a reserve status. Id been through a hell of a lot in the previous ten years or so, character building my father would tell me, but I wasnt sure I agreed. In any event, it did not prepare me for what was to follow. I met her at a party. It was one of those political fundraisers, one you have to go to when you are employed by the government. I was new to town, and she was well, she was drop dead gorgeous. Ive never had problems with women, other than the four years I was locked away for college at a military academy, but I knew where I was batting so to speak. An eight or an eight and a half were about my range. I keep fit, am good looking, relatively successful, and well endowed where it matters, but I knew my limits. She was a ten and well outside of where I typically dated. A trophy wife, was the term used at the large law firm where I had spent my summers during law school. The one senior partners used to marry. Twenty seven years old, five foot five, a bit taller with her heels, slender, well exercised legs, and a body that looked like it stepped out of a playboy magazine. Her face was stunning, and her hair, a light brown, a bit past her shoulders. I was in awe as I first spotted her across the room. I made my way over, figuring, one way or the other, I was going to talk to her whether I made a fool out of myself or not. Hi I said, following up with an introduction, and asking for her name, with all the courage and confidence I could muster. Im Leiha, nice to meet you, she responded. We struck up a conversation and it seemed to last for hours, finally setting a date for the following Wednesday. I was running a bit late, and while Id never have been late as a matter of course, the judge in the trial I was handling decided to keep us to a grueling schedule, in order to try to force the defendant, or more specifically his attorney, into settling. I called during a recess, explained myself, and told her that my lateness would just add to her excitement and anticipation of seeing me later, with a half laugh, so she wasnt quite sure whether I was joking or not. She laughed as we hung up, and I high tailed it out of the courthouse and out of downtown to meet her. It was an outside restaurant, in an older part of town, and we hit it off wonderfully. Several more dates followed, all ending just as wonderfully, but she never allowed me to pick her up, and the only phone number she left for me to call was a cell perhaps she recognized, correctly, that if I had her home number Id have made a few phone calls and tracked down her address. I thought this a bit odd, and, being my somewhat skeptical self, asked her about it. She explained that she lived in a place she was embarrassed of living in, and would prefer some privacy until she felt ready to let me in on where she lived. I presumed it was just a poorer area of town, and left it at that. Several more dates followed, including talk about the future, commitment, and kids. I was in total bliss. We started seeing each other more regularly, met parents, took out of town trips together, worked out together after work, had dinner with each others friends but never at her house, and several months passed. Still, she wouldnt allow me to come to her house. I couldnt understand it, and it began to cause a couple fights. She asked me to trust her, and I did, but found it harder and harder to have whatever it was she was hiding kept from me. Wed been dating for several months, many more than I was used to, when after cooking her dinner, she said she wanted to change into something more comfortable, and came out wearing the sexiest piece of white lingerie Id ever seen. Damn, I thought to myself, she fills that out nicely. Part of her was trembling, and I wasnt sure why. All I could really think about was how incredible she looked. We took our time, exploring each others bodies. As she removed my boxers, she smiled. As she pulled out my now stiff 8 cock, and balls, she whispered thatll do, and I replied back with a typical smart ass remark well, I sure hope so, wouldnt want you having to find another man to fill your needs, with a half laugh. She just smiled. We made love, not in the typical tearing-each-others clothes off way that is typical for first time encounters, but in the patient, really taking our time with each other kind of way. I brought her to orgasm several times, and after held her until the sun came up. Honestly, I had never, to that point in my life, ever really give a damn about the person I was with enough to go at it that way. She turned to me, before drifting off to sleep, with tears in her eyes. I asked her if something was wrong, and she said no, everything is right. About a week later we were out to dinner with her and her friend Angel. Of course Id met Angel before, but this time was different. Angel and Leiha worked together in one of the Representatives offices. Angel was a knockout as well. Black hair, 57, and twenty eight years old, I certainly admired the Representatives taste. This was not a typical social dinner there was tension in the air. Sweetheart, Leiha began, I havent told you where I lived before and I know its really bothered you. I responded in the affirmative. She continued, Angel and I have been roommates for several years, and well, its been a bit more than that. Shit, I thought to myself, is she about to break up with me? I looked at her, and said I see, and is this still going on? She responded it was, immediately saying I love you, I love you so much, but I love her too. I was blown away. What do you say to that? I knew, at that point, that I loved her, and told her as much, but immediately asked what does this mean for us? She responded, touching my hand, that it didnt mean much of anything would change, except that I needed to be OK with her loving Angel, and that, in time, she hoped that Angel and I would grow feelings for each other as well. Angel also smiled at me, and said that she was comfortable with me, and that we could work this out. I wasnt sure I could, or would accept that. I left dinner, feeling hurt, mainly at being lied to, and didnt speak to her for a week. To her credit, she let me be. I called the following week with both women, and again had dinner at my house, explaining that I loved her, and would remain with her, and with Angel. I added, I love you, no matter what, and will do anything to be with you. She looked at me, her eyes flashing, and said Well, thats good, because there is more that we need to share, but not right now, this has been hard enough on you. I sat there, and thought to myself, what the hell else could they have in store for me? It didnt matter, because the next thing I knew, Leiha, Angel and I were in my bedroom, and my initial apprehensions to the arrangement quickly faded. To say it was incredible goes without saying. I have never, ever done anything like that. The entire situation was surreal. I fell asleep, with my arm around both women, Leiha between Angel and I. I thought, perhaps I was dreaming about this, because who the hell does this happen to? The sex, between the three of us, increased, to about three times a week, and Leiha and I shared one night week alone. I assumed, and later found out that I was right, that Angel and her shared another night alone. This went on for weeks, but a lingering thought entered my head, which is what the hell else were they not sharing? Somewhere along the way we all agreed to begin completely shaving our genitals. At first the itch was unbearable, but it made the sex a hell of a lot more exciting not that any more excitement was needed given the two partners I was enjoying myself with. It was a Friday night, and Id had a rough week at work, having lost a relatively high profile case there were issues with improper police work, and evidence got suppressed. I came home to a note on my door, 316 Terrace Dr., weve laid out clothes for you, 8PM, dont be late. --Leiha and Angel. I went to my bedroom, and found a leather outfit. I thought to myself, geez, I get pulled over on my way there and these and itll hit the press tomorrow. But curiosity got the best of me. I got in the car and made my way to the other side of town. The size of the house was more than I expected, it had to have at least fifteen bedrooms, and leading up to the house was a gated private drive. I rang the buzzer, and a voice that sounded like a mans voice said who is it? I introduced myself and he said ahh, weve been expecting you. Ive seen movies, and every instinct in me said to run the hell away and dont look back. Expecting me for what? To chop my head off, or worse? Well, Im curious, figured that I was high enough profile to at least invoke a full scale search and inquiry into whatever happened, and while it killed the cat, I thought what the hell, and drove on up. To be even more honest, the thought of hopefully seeing both Leiha and Angel dressed as I was too much to bear. I drove to the top of the driveway and noticed several cars at the top. I got out, rang the doorbell, and a man in his mid thirties answered the door. He was just about completely naked, wearing a leather hat and some boots, and as I looked down I noticed something missing his balls! What the fuck did I get myself into, I thought, and turned to get the hell out of there when I was grabbed by two other men, similarly without testicles. Ohhh shit, I thought to myself, Ive got to figure out a way out of this, trying to squirm from my captors grasp, figuring that I was the next to lose my manhood. They dragged me to a large room, where I noticed a group of women and two other men dressed in leather as I was, seated generally in front of a large table set several steps above the room in its center, as well as about eight other eunuch men, standing about the sides serving drink and food, but neither Leiha or Angel were anywhere to be found. I screamed What the hell is wrong with you people, let me go now, do you know this is a felony? The people looked at me, and one of the women in the group just started to laugh, saying Leiha indicated you might say something like that, to which the group followed in laughter. I looked at one of the eunuchs holding me and snarled at him You need to get your hands off me now. Im sorry sir, he replied, but Mistress Leiha has ordered us to hold you. Part of me would have strangled her had I seen her, and part of me was resigned to my fate, thinking, If Leiha wants to remove my balls, well, so be it, I do love her that much. I looked at the eunuch, and, like the typical smart ass I am, even in the middle of all this, said well buddy, how the hell did you end up losing em nodding to his balls. He told me that he had been subservient his entire life, and several years ago began serving in the house the group of women who frequented the house. Eventually he was used in a variety of ways, as a work slave, as a human toilet, he was abused, his genitals beaten on, while he begged, always, for castration, which came at the hands of Mistress Leiha about a year ago in a ceremony. He then indicated that he had never been so happy as when he gave his balls, the essence of his manhood, to the woman he desired to serve forever. I thought at least he had some choice in the matter. A second eunuch, also holding me, indicated a similar story, and then a third. I was more than a bit agitated. I wasnt asked if I wanted this. I was being held, against my will, and I rather liked the idea of my balls. Well, I thought, you have to give it to Leiha, she certainly had a way of making me feel better about losing the trial which paled in significance to losing my balls. About a half hour passed, and I watched as Leiha and Angel led a procession of four other women, all dressed in leather, followed by a man, stripped of clothing, and dressed as the other eunuchs throughout the room. Several other men, with leather collars and their genitals exposed followed. Well, I thought, if I'm going to lose my nuts, at least they are going to be all ceremonial about it, but to be honest, I was scared, real scared. Scared like seeing combat, only if you died in combat, it was over, you didn't have to live with the aftermath. (continued later, comments please e-mail me, I'm not changing content, but welcome stylistic comments) |