Submission to Her Will

A eunuch slave learns a new skill as he continues to submit to his 
Mistress' will.

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She knew the sound of Her voice would fall on his ears like rain on 
a thirsty desert plant, every syllable cherished like a life-giving 
crystal drop of water.  She hadn't spoken to him in over two weeks 
now, relishing and enjoying the small cruelty of Her silence.   The 
effect was readily apparent; he strove to perform his duties to 
perfection, attempted to anticipate Her every desire, had shown Her 
in every conceivable way that he was utterly devoted.  He had 
always been a good slave; gelding him had mellowed the rougher 
aspects of his personality and enriched his desire to serve.  Now, 
deprived of Her voice, uncertain of Her feelings, he strove to 
outdo himself in every regard.  She knew he was truly ready to be 
molded just as She wished, ready to take another step into Her dark 
affections.

She reached for the servant bell that would summon him to Her feet 
and rang it.  As always he appeared at once, having been well 
trained to drop whatever task he was performing to respond 
immediately to Her call.  She watched, feeling once again the small 
surge of pleasure that seeing him kneeling submissively at Her feet 
brought. The position was simple, but still one of Her favorites, 
showcasing Her property so well. She ran Her eyes over him, 
enjoying his piercings, smooth ball-less crotch, perpetually limp 
cock, and the tattooed mark of Her ownership he wore with fierce 
pride.  She knew he loved being Hers.

When She first spoke, She let the word hang in the air for a 
moment, allowing him to savor the sound of Her voice saying his 
name.  "steve."   As trained, he waited for Her command, but She 
could see and feel the effects of Her voice on him though he 
remained silent.  Her slave bent ever so slightly closer, his ears 
straining for more of Her lovely powerful voice, his body poised to 
perform Her wish, whatever it might be.  She could tell he was 
surprised when She reached down and wound Her fingers into his 
thick hair and pulled him abruptly closer with strength surprising 
for such a small Woman.  She was pleased with his ready acceptance, 
however; surprised or not, he was willing.  Yes, he would do 
whatever She required, She was certain, and She felt pleasure surge 
through Her anew.

"steve, answer the door.  Bring My guest to Me," She said, and as 
if on cue the bell chimed at the front door.  Rising at once he 
went and obediently answered the door, returning to announce Her 
caller, a tall muscular good-looking specimen of masculinity.  Her 
eyes lingered for a moment on Her manicured nails as they entered 
the room, as if in no particular hurry to acknowledge either of 
them, and then at last She looked up and smiled one of Her 
mysterious little smiles.  She found Her slave's face slightly 
flushed, as She expected, standing nude, head bowed in respect to 
Her, in front of this stranger. She knew that in the deepest 
recesses of his heart and mind it was simultaneously thrilling and 
terrifying to have another man, presumably a whole man, witness the 
obvious fact that he had been castrated.  She enjoyed the 
paradoxical mixing of emotions within him, sensing them 
instinctively, and smiled inwardly.

"Kneel," She said simply, and he responded at once, kneeling at Her 
feet. "I've decided to expand on your training, slave.  Today you 
will learn another skill, one that I will put to frequent use for 
My own amusement."  A shiver ran over his body involuntarily.  She 
motioned to Her guest and he walked closer, coming to stand beside 
Her kneeling eunuch.  "Now," She said, and smiled to Herself as Her 
slave trembled as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being 
unzipped beside his left ear.  Her fingers once again wound into 
his hair and She turned his head so that he was looking directly at 
a very large erect cock.  "I own your mouth, My gelding, and I've 
decided I would like to fill it in a new way.  Open."  There was 
only the barest moment of hesitation before his mouth opened, but 
it was enough for him to find his cheek stinging from the slap of 
Her hand.  

Not allowing him a chance to apologize, She moved his head steadily 
forward until his mouth had engulfed the thick head of the waiting 
cock.  A tiny sound came from somewhere inside Her slave as She 
began to guide his head back and forth, taking more in each time, 
but he did not resist.  She slowed Her tempo and tilted his head 
back a bit, pulling him nearly off.  "Kiss the head, show Me you're 
grateful to serve Me, slave," She commanded.  Obediently he kissed 
the tip.  "Lick the head, run your slave tongue all over it for Me, 
My gelding."  She watched as he did so, his tongue running wetly 
over the large engorged head.  

She released Her grip on his hair, watching to see what he would 
do.  Pleasure ran through to the core of Her body like white heat 
as She watched him obediently continue at his task.  Such control 
over him was intoxicating.  "Now, My eunuch, see if you can make 
him cum for Me," She ordered, and watched intently as he began to 
take in the large hard cock, so in contrast to his own.  It really 
didn't take long, and he did a surprisingly good job of sucking his 
first cock, She mused to Herself.  Within minutes Her guest was 
groaning and thrusting into Her gelding's mouth as he came.  She 
loved the flushed look of Her slave's face as he was filled as She 
had chosen.  When the last drop had been taken in She spoke to him 
again, "Good slave�you've pleased Me, steve.  you may thank Me 
now."  He quickly lowered his face to Her feet, raining grateful 
slave kisses on Her shoes.  She ran Her eyes over his body as he 
did so, noting his position with new interest.  "your ass raised 
like that gives Me new ideas, slave�."  Her beautiful laughter 
showered down on his ears as She enjoyed the tremor that ran 
through him at Her words.


Written and Copyrighted by The Empress, 1/9/2000
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