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When I was eighteen I met my future wife at a rather strange party I was attending with an older woman who I called Goddess Cream who was using me as a sex slave. A that time I was 5' 7" tall and weighed about 125 lbs. My brown hair was bleached blond and cut to just above my shoulders with a little curl up at the ends. My eyebrows were neatly tweezed to a thin upwards line. All the rest of the hair on my body had been removed by waxing or plucking. My usual dress consisted of a french maids uniform with black nylons, Mary Jane's, a black pair of compressing panties to hold my dick between my legs and a small white cap and gloves. For the party my Mistress had me wear 5" spiked black heeled pumps, a short pink frilly frock, pink open crotch nylons, and a leather collar. Around my wrists and ankles were leather straps. A piece of clear boxing tape about 2" wide secured my 9" dick between my legs an kept my balls tucked up in my body. No under wear was allowed. The party was really for the sale and exchange of vassals. I didn't know it before the party but I was going to be sold because my mistress wanted someone she could ride like a horse instead of a pretty boy who would look better in her clothes than she did. My Mistress was about 45 years old 5' 11" in height and weighed 160 lbs. Every day she spent 2 to 3 hours in the gym working out. She was incredibly strong and beautiful. She had a huge mane of jet black hair that off set her peaches and cream complection. Ok that crack about me looking better in her clothes than she did was really not true. I just said that to make my self feel better after having been rejected by such a beautiful mistress. For the party my Mistress wore a floor length translucent black gown trimmed with steel blue and slit to above her waist at the sides. Under this she had on a boned long boostier that held her rather large and firm breasts up and out. Mistress believed that wearing panties to a party was rude and unseemly of one in her position in society. On her feet were 8" metallic blue platform boots with spiked heels and tapered fronts. She was waxed the same as I was but her body including her pussy and nipples were out lined in a makeup that glowed in black light . Around her ankles and up the inside of her legs and arms were small black lights that shone upwards. When she walked in the dark she was quite a sight. When pictures were taken using flash bulbs she appeared naked and glowing. When we arrived at the party I accompanied my mistress to the powder room to freshen up her makeup. She wore little on her face but the body needed constant repair. It was then that I found out that I was to be sold when my mistress commanded me to plunge my dick into her one last time, and then lick her clean and drink her golden nectar before I reapplied her makeup. I spent extra time making my face as alluring as possible with all the paints and polishes available to me. Another slave ( a tiny china doll girl ) helped me apply a very flattering shade of cherry lip stick to my virgin ass hole. I was a little afraid of what would happen to me as my Mistress had always been kind to me and only whipped me for the gravest of delinquencies. the last time was when I had been two minutes late getting her place set for dinner. Not being a very good slave I was usually whipped about twice a week on the ass. Sometimes I deserved worse and then she kneed my balls until I couldn't stand up. My Mistress was to be seated at a table reserved for VIP's. I Pulled the heavy chair out for her to sit on. When she had sat down I pulled out the foot stool and arranged her gown. Other Goddesses were being seated by their servants and slaves at the same time. The Goddess next to mine on her right was almost six feet tall and dresses in furs and silk. But my Mistress was of higher rank so her chair was elevated to be higher. My Mistress Sat to the right of the Queen. The Queen had many slaves and servants. Tonight she was selling the ones that she was tired of or those that had not preformed well enough. I had hoped as did all slaves there to be bought by the Queen because the Queen had the best torture equipment of any one and the best experts at punishment available. The queen herself was renown in her empire for being able to smack either the right or left ball of a slave who needed to be punished with the tip of an eight foot bull whip. I didn't get to see the queen that night only her own slaves and freewomen where allowed that honour, but other of her slaves told me that she was taller than any other mistress in the realm, and that tonight she had been arrayed in nothing but body paint and her own golden hair that cascaded all the way to the ground even when she stood in her ten inch on point boots. All the slaves to be sold were herded in to a side room ready to be brought out as lots blindfolded. I could hear my mistress bidding on some rather large and muscular eunuchs. She bought a pair of them about 6' 3" tall and 275 lbs. Both with ebony skin and very white straight teeth. Both had kept their penises but had lost their balls. Several years later at my wedding I seen her riding them standing a foot on each of their shoulders. A yoke kept them together and a back board ran down their backs and up hers to keep her from falling off. She steered by whipping the ass of the slave that she wanted to run faster. To stop she pulled on cords that were attached to their dicks and ran between their legs and up their backs to her leather belt. I was the second to last slave to be sold that night. The only other slave left was the beautiful china doll girl who was about 16 and could speak three languages and had long black hair to her waist. She was being sold by the Queen because she was getting to old for the Queens tastes. Every mistress in the room wanted her to lick their clits with her long tongue and stick her tiny hands up their cunts and asses. No one wanted to waste money on a boy so I was sold for a sum that was easy for a young mistress only two years older than me. My new mistress was only 5'2" and about 90 lbs. She too worked out every day and was supper fit. she could do fantastic things on the uneven bars and the balance beam. jumping over her own head was easy for her. Lisa (that was her name she went by) was studying to be a surgeon. Her mother Dr. Tiffany, who was a surgeon , paid for most of her expenses and it was she who had suggested that I be bought to keep her apartments clean and her needs satisfied while she concentrated on her studies. Lisa liked to have me run her bath for her, wash her down, dry her off and hold her night gown for her to get into every night. I had learnt to be a good cook and housekeeper at my former house and these skills made me invaluable to Lisa. But what she liked the best was when she stepped on my cock and pissed on my face. To practice her surgery skills Lisa took me to her mothers office and there she practiced cutting me open and sewing me up under her mothers guidance. One day Dr. Tiffany decided that Lisa needed to do an amputation. My left ball was selected for the procedure. I was brought into the operating room in the morning and made to lay down and put my feet in the stirrups. Lisa injected me with a local anesthetic 1/2 hr before the operation. Since I had kept up with my waxing I did not need to be shaved. Under her mothers direction Lisa made a vertical incision form the top of my sac to the bottom. she reached into my sac and pulled out my right ball neatly cut and tied the cords and blood vessels and then sewed up the incision with tiny neat stitches. After she was all done Dr. Tiffany pointed out that she had removed the right ball instead of the left. Lisa tearfully begged her forgiveness and Dr Tiffany said that it would be all right but to make up for the mistake she had to remove the left ball and the empty sac. Lisa got right to work. cutting down the sides of my sac and removing my remaining ball took about 15 minutes. when Dr Tiffany instructed her to cut the vas I found that the freezing was wearing off. I gritted my teeth in pain as Lisa sewed me up. "Now" said Dr Tiffany "He's fit to get married to. He will be able to please you on the honey moon but shouldn't bother you there after." My bride to be had a wedding chapel all arranged as soon as my stitches healed. It was a little gothic place in Lisa's oldest aunt's estate. The high priestess of the Order that they worshiped was my old mistress and she preformed the rite. Goddess Cream was pleased to see the improvements that had been made to me and suggested to Dr Tiffany that the erectile tissue in my penis be removed and a hydraulic system be installed. this would allow my young mistress to pump me up when ever she desired, or leave me deflated for as long as she wanted. The wedding was a hit with all the guests. When the high priestess said with ring I thee wed Lisa allowed me to lick as deep into her tight little ass hole as I wanted. Lisa gave me a nose ring. It was inserted during the ceremony. At the reception it was my duty to lick all the brides attendants to climax while my bride signed the papers that sealed the wedding. After my bride took me to the center of the hall where every body could see, laid me down on a bearskin rug and showed everyone her handy work with a scalpel and needle. Then she had a slave girl suck me up too an erection and when I was ready sat one my dick until it was as far into her as possible. A few squeezes with her taunt cunt muscles and the last jism that I would ever produce erupted from my member. Not to worry Lisa said about that when ever I want children I still have your balls frozen. Or we could just get a clone of my mother. Shortly after the honey moon I could no longer get an erection so Lisa approached her mother for a solution for the problem. Dr Tiffany suggested Goddess Creams solution. When I awoke from the operation Dr Tiffany demonstrated how the system worked. A little pump made mostly of plastic was attached to the inside my body to my pelvis. The piston was made of surgical steel. A spring kept the piston at one end of its cylinder away from my skin. To pump me up Lisa applied a small electro magnet that rapidly turned on and off, pulling the piston part way down the cylinder and letting the spring return it. When I was to be deflated a more powerful magnet pulled the piston all the way down the cylinder so the two ports at the bottom of the cylinder were exposed allowing the fluid to flow back to the reservoir. As the years went by I grew to love Lisa with all my heart and soul. Lisa grew very fond of punishing me and got to be quite an expert at it. I now could not even think of how lucky I was to have her as my Mistress. As it turned out with all the nieces that Lisa had she didn't see the need for any children of her own. this was fortunate for us that we didn't have any children as at about 30 years old Lisa developed premature arthritis in her hips and elbows. This made it very difficult for her to whip me when I deserved it. She was almost gentle with me some times when I carried her up the stairs to her bed and tucked her in before retiring to my cold hole in her dungeon. To be continued