Pamela takes a handsome young man as her slave.
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Pamela instantly became the center of attention wherever she went. Tall, with long dark hair, sensuous mouth and piercing brown eyes, all heads turned her way whenever she entered a room. Pamela had an air of authority and self-assurance about her. Only 32, she spent her time pursuing pleasure, as her wealthy parents had staked her to a sizable fortune. Her sexual tastes were varied. Some thought Pamela was lesbian, as she was famous for taking a series of younger women as lovers. While it was true that she enjoyed seducing girls (some as young as 16, none older than 23), and shaping them into skillful givers of pleasure, her sexual interests didn’t stop there. Pamela took particular pleasure in dominating and humiliating men. Once she learned of her power over males, as an adolescent, Pamela found it easy to force them to do her bidding. She most enjoyed spending hours in her home, her legs spread wide while a handsome young man licked hungrily at her pussy. She would cum over and over again, but her male lovers would be forbidden from enjoying orgasm. Their hands would be tied behind their backs as they performed their oral tasks. Pamela loved watching their cocks, rigid and dripping with excitement but unable to gain release. That’s what excited her the most – the denial of sexual pleasure to men. So it was that Gary caught her eye the moment she saw him at the riding stable. His youthful good looks certainly played a part – he was just 22, a recent dropout from graduate school, with the blonde hair, blue eyes and easy smile of a surfer boy. But Pamela also noticed something else: the boy was modest and very anxious to please. She smiled as he hurried to fetch her saddle. He looked down with an embarrassed smile when Pamela thanked him, and seemed hurt and confused when she rebuked him. The boy had a lot of potential, she thought. Pamela knew that Gary was attracted to her, too. She caught him staring at her on more than one occasion. He always turned away, blushing. His subservient manner really turned Pamela on. She could feel her pussy lips getting moist as she planned her move. “Oh, Gary, be a friend and help me, will you?” Pamela said to the boy. “Sure, ma’am. What can I do?” he said. “I have some packages in the back of my SUV. Could you follow me over to my house and help carry them inside?” The boy jumped at the request, and Pamela knew he was hooked. Gary arrived at Pamela’s house only a few minutes after she did. “You can stack the boxes in the living room. I’ll be out by the pool when you finish,” she told the boy. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, opening the rear door on her SUV. It took him nearly half an hour to complete the task, and his shirt was soaked with sweat as he headed to the backyard pool. His eyes widened as he saw Pamela in a lounge chair, wearing only sunglasses and holding a tall drink. She was a stunning sight, with her long legs, large breasts, and neatly shaven crotch. “I see you’re finished, Gary. Why don’t you take off those wet clothes and jump in the pool?” The boy nervously agreed, and stripped off his shirt and jeans. Pamela smiled as he removed his jockey shorts, revealing a generous cock that was obviously beginning to swell. Gary dove quickly into the pool, and swam laps for a while. When he emerged, Pamela admired his glistening body, with water flowing off the tip of his cock. He picked up a towel and began wiping himself. “Come here, Gary,” she said in a sharp tone. Startled, he walked to her side, holding the towel over his crotch. Pamela snatched the towel away from him, and touched a finger to each of her nipples. “I want you to suck these. Now.” Gary hesitated only a moment, then kneeled down next to her chair. She put a hand on the back of his head and guided him to her left breast, and he hungrily began nursing at her tit. “Mmmm…that’s nice,” she cooed after a few minutes had passed. “Now the other one, Gary.” He craned his neck and covered her other nipple with his ripe lips. “Yes, that’s the way. Oh, I like that.” Pamela reached down and began stroking her pussy lips, which were beginning to glisten. “Now you need to lick my cunt, Gary,” she said. He rose and positioned himself between her legs. “Ahhh…” she sighed as his tongue touched her clitoris. “Very good.” She pushed his head tighter against her shaven snatch as he licked and sucked. Pamela’s juices were starting to flow, dribbling down his face. As orgasm approached, she pinched her two ripe nipples and wrapped her legs around his back. “Harder! Harder!” she yelled, bucking her crotch against Gary’s face. It took only a few more seconds before she let out a loud groan, throwing her head back as a wave of pleasure jolted her body. “Oh fuck!” she screamed, tightening her legs so tight around Gary’s body he had trouble breathing. Afterward, Pamela was savoring the glow from her climax, when she saw Gary had his hand wrapped around the shaft of his hard cock, and was stroking it rapidly. “No!” she shouted, picking up a small riding crop that lay next to her chair, and striking the head of his swollen cock. “Owww!” he shouted, both hands covering his penis in pain and shock. Gary’s erection wilted completely. Pamela jumped from her chair, and pushed Gary onto his back. She sat on his chest, and reached behind her to encircle his scrotum with her hand. “No, please stop!” he cried as her fingers tightened around his balls. “Not until we get a few things straight, Gary,” she said, using her free hand to pin his neck to the ground. “You will NEVER touch yourself in my presence!” she screamed, squeezing his sack ever tighter. “Is that understood?” Gary began sobbing from the pain, but managed to croak out a yes. “Yes, MISTRESS,” Pamela corrected him, her fingers continuing the steady pressure on his nuts. “Yes, mistress,” Gary repeated. Pamela released her grip, and stood up, towering over Gary’s trembling body. She took her right foot and gently placed it on top of his still-aching crotch. “It would be so easy to crush your manhood,” she smirked, pressing it firmly down on his cock and balls. “Oh please, mistress,” he sobbed. “I’ll do whatever you say.” She removed her foot from his crotch and placed it on his chin. “Suck my toes,” she commanded. Gary opened his mouth and accepted her offering, bathing the toes of her right foot with his tongue. “Good,” she said, smiling at his surrender. Gary suddenly felt a warm stream of liquid hitting his chest. Pamela laughed as her urine splattered on his prone body. She hadn’t enjoyed herself this much in months. Pamela laid out her plan for Gary. He was to quit his job at the riding club and move into her house. In return for her support, he would become her house slave, doing everything she asked. The boy nodded his assent at this arrangement. “Yes, mistress,” he said, looking down at the floor. After Gary showered, he went into Pamela’s bedroom. She fastened a dog collar around his neck, then tied leather bracelets around his wrists and ankles. Finally, she produced a ball stretcher and secured it around his scrotum. Gary grunted a few times from the discomfort, but didn’t say a word in protest as Pamela pressed his balls tightly into the bottom of his sack. Gary proved an eager slave. He unhesitatingly did whatever Pamela asked, cleaning the house spotlessly. Pamela enjoyed watching his delicious body, naked and sweaty, as he went about his chores. Even better was his willingness to satisfy her sexual desires. Gary spent hours with his lips and tongue pressed against her pussy, bringing her to climax again and again. He squatted under the table and sucked her toes as she chatted on the phone and ate the meals he prepared for her. But best of all was Gary’s submission to sexual torture. She loved tying up his cock tightly with leather straps, and inserting rods into his pisshole. One day, Pamela invited over a girlfriend who worked at a body piercing studio. By the end of the day, a large ring emerged from the head of Gary’s cock, with smaller rings decorating the underside of his penis and the bottom of his scrotum. Gary didn’t mouth a word of protest as she pierced his sensitive flesh again and again. Pamela enjoyed waking each morning and seeing Gary’s naked body on the floor next to her bed, his hands and feet chained to the wall and a ball gag in his mouth. She coated his cock with baby oil and rubbed the sole of her foot against its underside until semen spurted from its tip. Then she removed his gag, and watched as he eagerly licked his cum from her toes. “Enjoy your breakfast, slave,” she giggled. One Saturday evening, Pamela invited two dozen women friends to her house. Without exception, these women had been initiated into sexual pleasure by Pamela. On this night, Gary served as cook and waiter, bringing the guests food and wine while dressed only in a dog collar and ball stretcher. The women voiced their admiration at Pamela’s handsome, submissive boy toy. Toward the end of the evening, the women shed their clothes. Gary was led around the room by a leash attached to his collar, stopping to provide sexual gratification for each of the guests. He licked their pussies and assholes, and sucked their toes. One woman pissed into a bowl and had Gary lick it up. A few of the women strapped on a dildo and took turns fucking Gary from behind, as he waited on his hands and knees for his ass to be penetrated. By late evening, all of the women had paired off, creating a scene of writhing, moaning ecstasy. A pretty young thing named Kris brought Pamela to a huge orgasm with some skillful tongue action. “Wow, that was amazing,” Pamela said, kissing Kris. “So, what do you think of him?” she asked, pointing to the middle of the room where Gary was performed analingus on a stunning black girl lying on her stomach. “He’s just perfect, except for one thing,” she said. “Why does he still have his cock and balls? Doesn’t it disgust you to see those ugly things flopping around?” Pamela paused as she reflected on the question. She had considered making Gary into a eunuch more than once, but had never gotten around to doing anything about it. She had to admit it had become a bother jerking him off with her feet several times a week, even though it was fun to watch him licking his cum from her toes afterwards. “I have a friend who can do the job, Pamela,” Kris said. “Just say the word.” Pamela smiled at the thought of Gary as a total eunuch. “It’s tempting, Kris. Give me some time to think it over.” There was something Pamela hadn’t mentioned to Kris. For a long time, she had wanted to have a child. It seemed so old fashioned, but the desire never left her. Gary seemed to be the answer to her wish. This young stud could provide the sperm necessary to impregnate her. So she didn’t want him to lose his manhood until that was accomplished. A few days later, Pamela ordered Gary into her bed. She placed a bowl on the sheet, and positioned his cock over it. He hadn’t ejaculated in several days, so it took only a few strokes for him to spurt his cum into the bowl. “Thank you, mistress,” he sighed, leaning over to lap up his semen. “No, idiot!” she shouted, slapping him across the face. “From now on, you won’t be eating your cum anymore. Now get out of here!” After Gary left the room, Pamela retrieved a turkey baster from her night table drawer. She squeezed the bulb, sucking the white fluid from the bowl. Then she laid back, inserted the baster into her cunt, and expelled the cum inside her. For the next month, Pamela continued the ritual, milking Gary’s semen every third day and spurting it into her vagina with the baster. It was an awkward task, but she never would consider letting Gary put his penis into her cunt. The very thought made her shudder. Then came the happy news from her doctor. Pamela was pregnant! It was a wonderful moment. And she knew just how to celebrate. She called Kris that afternoon and told her to invite her cutter friend to the house. Gary was going to lose his cock and balls that very evening. The cutting table was placed in the center of the large living room. Leather straps dangled from each corner, and metal stirrups were fastened to the end. Pamela placed candles all around the room, giving it a mystical glow. A fire roared in the large fireplace. Pamela summoned Gary into her bedroom. He was ordered to kneel on the bed. “You have been a good slave, my love,” she said softly. “You have done everything I’ve told you. Now I am commanding you to make the biggest sacrifice of all.” Gary looked at her, puzzled. “You wish to remain with me forever, am I right?” she asked him. “Oh yes, mistress. I am very happy serving you,” he responded eagerly. Pamela reached out and cupped her hand beneath his ballsack. “Then you really don’t need these, do you?” she asked. “Or this either,” she added, gripping his shaft, which was stiffening rapidly. “Mistress, what do you mean?” he asked, eyes widening. “Tonight you will lose these relics of your manhood,” she responded. “It will symbolize the total loss of your former life, and your dedication to me.” Gary looked horror stricken. “Oh mistress, please don’t take my cock and balls. They are a source of so much pleasure,” he pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes.” “No, slave. My pleasure is all you must be concerned about. Your satisfaction from now on will come purely from serving my needs,” she responded, firmly. “Am I right?” she asked. “Yes, mistress,” he whispered, his head bowed, tears rolling down his cheek. “Good. Now come with me to the living room.” Gary followed meekly behind Pamela, her hand tight around his swollen cock. Waiting in the living room was Kris and a woman named Sharon, a surgeon who got a secret pleasure from removing the genitals of men like Gary. Gary climbed onto the table, and swiftly was tied down, spreadeagled. Sharon covered his cock and balls with a disinfectant, then injected his crotch with anesthetic. “Okay, slave, this is it. Are you ready to make this sacrifice?” Gary took a deep breath and responded: “Yes, mistress. I want your pleasure to be my only concern. Please take my cock and balls.” Hardly had Gary uttered those words before Sharon plunged the scalpel into his scrotum, cutting around the perimeter. With the swift, steady hand of an experienced surgeon, she plucked the testicles from the safety of Gary’s sack, leaving them dangling from their stalks. “Wait, I have to get this on tape,” Pamela said, focusing a camcorder on his crotch. “Okay, do it!” she said. Sharon took the scalpel and severed first his right ball, then the left. She gave the two testicles to Pamela, who cradled them in her hand, a look of delight on her face. She placed both balls on Gary’s chest. “Two down, one to go!” she said, smiling at Sharon. After removing Gary’s now-useless scrotum, she turned her attention to his penis. Sharon grasped the head, with its large ring still protruding, and lifted it straight up. Taking the point of the scalpel, she stabbed it into the base of his cock, bringing a spurt of blood. The scalpel moved swiftly through the flesh, and only a minute or two passed before Gary’s penis lay in the palm of her hand, limp and useless. She placed it between his nipples, along side his testicles. Pamela leaned over and kissed Gary’s forehead. Then she picked up his testicles and cock, and walked over to the fireplace. A loud hiss filled the room as Gary’s genitals fell into the flames. It took Sharon another hour to finish the procedure. She re-routed his urethra, creating a new pisshole near his anus. With great skill, she sewed the gaping wound in his crotch. When it healed, only a barely-visible scar would remain to show that anything had ever been present there. Gary’s youth helped him recover quickly from the surgery. Within a few weeks, he resumed his full duties. If anything, he was even more attentive to Pamela’s needs now. Gary gladly spent hours sucking her toes and lapping at her cunt, bringing her to multiple orgasms. She delighted in seeing his smooth crotch, and watching him sit on the toilet to urinate. Never had she taken over a man the way she had Gary. As the months passed, Pamela’s abdomen swelled from the child within. Her already large breasts became even bigger. “Wow, your nipples are huge!” said Kris, her tongue lapping at Pamela’s tits. “Oh, I know, and my breasts are really beginning to hurt,” Pamela complained. A drop of milk appeared as Kris’s mouth suckled her. “I wish I didn’t have to put up with breast feeding,” she said. “My tits are becoming so heavy.” Then an idea came to her. “Is it possible that Gary could do it? He’s practically a woman now.” Kris laughed at the thought. “Why don’t you call Sharon? She’s a doctor. Maybe there’s a way.” Sharon explained that Gary could indeed be induced to produce breast milk. Without his genitals producing testosterone, it would be relatively simple. As the months passed, Sharon began giving him hormone shots, and prescribed pills to produce the desired changes. Pamela noticed Gary’s nipples were changing, becoming larger and darker. He grew small breasts. On instructions from Sharon, she used a vacuum pump on his tits, helping to enlarge them. Finally came the day Sharon brought her baby girl home from the hospital. Gary smiled as he held the child he helped produce. “She’s hungry, slave. Let’s see if you can feed her,” Pamela said. Gary took off his shirt, revealing a pair of ripe breasts with large, pointed nipples. The child suckled, and after a few minutes passed, a few drops of milk began dripping from his nipples. Pamela licked the unused nipple, savoring the sweet fluid her slave produced. The weeks went by, and happiness filled the house. “How could things be more perfect?” said Pamela to Kris, as her lover lapped lovingly at her clitoris. Pamela had now achieved every pleasure that her heart had ever desired. And Gary had achieved a perfect state as her slave, dedicated forever to her happiness.