Mistress S's Ultimatum

Mistress S needs something special to reach orgasm

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Mistress S's Ultimatum


	Mistress S, a tall, stunningly gorgeous light-
skinned black woman, was feeling particularly
horny, which, in her case, also meant that she was
itching to hurt and humiliate her new male slave. 
The slave, a thin compliant white male, had just
been invited to serve Mistress S. on a trial basis
two days earlier, and Mistress S. was anxious to
test his limits and find out if he was worthy of
keeping around.  Her stiletto heels clicked rapidly
as she strode across the hardwood floor of her
house toward the slave's room, her muscular calves
and thighs flashing from under her black leather
micro miniskirt.  Not breaking stride, she opened
the door to the slave's room, where he lay curled up
on the only "furniture", a small futon that served as
his "puppy bed".  In one quick motion she fastened
the clip of a leash to the slave's collar (his only
clothing), and yanked him to his hands and knees,
pulling him across the floor with her powerful
arms.  Finally the slave was able to gain his balance
and trot doggy style behind her.  
	
	After entering Mistress S's bedchamber, the
slave was pulled by the leash so that his nose was
in the crack of Mistress's hard, round ass while she
thought over her afternoon's entertainment.  The
delicious fragrance from Mistress S's ass and cunt
had intoxicated the slave, who now sported a
complete erection, which he knew would be
grounds for punishment as it had occurred without
permission.  Mistress S., still forcing the slave's
face in her ass, spoke. 
	
	 "I am not going to wait any longer to see if
you are worthy of the privilege of continuing to
serve my needs.  You will be allowed 20 minutes to
bring me to a satisfactory orgasm using only your
tongue, and only on my asshole.  If you have not
brought me to an acceptable orgasm by then, I will
be forced to do something quite drastic, but
something that will guarantee me the pleasure I
deserve to have.  Would you like to know what that
is?" She fixed the slave with a wicked mile as she
pulled his face away from her ass.

	"Yes Mistress, I want to know whatever it is
that would please you so that I may better serve
you," the slave answered, looking only at her glossy
red polished toenails as he was taught to do when
speaking to her.

	"Stand up!"  Mistress S. yanked him to his
feet.  She reached between his thighs and cupped
his balls in her hand.  "These.  These are mine,
right?"

	"Y-Yes, Mistress," the slave stammered.

	"Nothing, and I mean nothing, gives me a
greater rush than taking what's mine from a man. 
Believe me, just the thought of cutting off your
balls has my pussy sopping wet.  Usually I like to
train a slave for months before I feel ready to
castrate him, but I really need a big release today--
and if you can't give it to me with your tongue, I'm
going to have it with your balls today!"  She
walked over to the side of her bed, bent forward at
the waist and said, "Get started!"

	The slave tenderly licked Mistress S's tight
asshole, slowly inserting his tongue in a rhythmic
fashion.  After ten minutes, although Mistress was
moaning and clearly aroused, there was no orgasm. 
She pulled away and ordered him to lie on his back
on the bed, and took out a shiny 7 inch curved
knife from a drawer.  Flashing the knife in front of
the slave's worried eyes, she mounted his face
backwards, lowering her beautiful tight ass onto his
face.  "You have ten more minutes," she said in a
low, throaty voice, "or I will have to castrate you to
make myself come."

	A few minutes later, the slave could feel
Mistress S grab his balls, as she rocked on his face. 
Her rocking became faster, and she moaned "One
more minute."

	A few seconds later, he felt the cold blade on
his scrotum, and just when he thought she was
about to castrate him felt her asshole tense and
contract spasmodically, and experienced a torrent
of fluid pour over his chin as she came.  The knife
dropped to the bed.  Mistress S. sat, satisfied, on
the slave's face for a couple more minutes, and then
lifted herself off, turned to him and said, "You've
earned a reward."  She squeezed his cock gently,
and allowed him to ejaculate.

	"Tell me,"  Mistress S. said to the slave, "I
think you are a little disappointed that I didn't
castrate you just now.  Am I right?"

	"Yes Mistress," the slave responded.  "I want
to give you your ultimate pleasure.  After all, my
balls are certainly worth no more than 30 seconds
of pleasure for as beautiful a goddess as you."

	"So well put, my little puppy.  But don't worry.  Your balls are mine,
and one day you will get the honor of giving them up for my enjoyment!"