Mistress Cynthia's Birthday Party

A slave is worried that he doesn't have a birthday gift for his 
Mistress.  Or does he?

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Mistress Cynthia's Birthday Party


	As he entered the enclosed patio through the sliding
glass doors, slave A. could see Mistress Cynthia facing the
outside of the house talking to her pet parrot.  Dropping to
his knees as soon as he crossed the threshold, slave A.
waited silently.  He lovingly studied his Mistress, observing
her thin ankles and muscular calves rising up from her gold
stiletto heels, and her firm thighs, disappearing from view
under a short leather skirt just before they reached her
round buttocks.  It was a view he knew well, often while on
Mistress's leash as he was "walked" on hands and knees,
occasionally pulled up so his nose was forced into the crack
in Mistress Cynthia's ass.  But he never tired of the view or
his Mistress's attention.

	Turning, Mistress Cynthia saw him waiting.   She
was a woman in her early 40's, small but not petite, with
black hair and dark brown eyes.  Regular exercise had kept
her in excellent condition, well-toned and trim, and her dark
complexion was enhanced by a constant suntan.  Her breasts
were large for her size, but not so large as to be grotesque,
with dark nipples which were, it seemed, always erect.  A
full lipped, wide mouth and a fairly prominent nose were her
most striking features.  In her deep, throaty voice she said,
"Approach,  my pet."

	Slave A. crawled forward, reached her feet, and sat
expectant wondering whether Mistress was in a good or bad
mood.  She smiled down at him, and said "My birthday is
tomorrow slave.  Have you a nice present to give me?" 
Panic stricken, slave A. was unable to speak, but he knew
Mistress Cynthia could be mean and vengeful, and often
used anything as an excuse to enjoy punishing him.  His rear
started to sting in anticipation of a beating.

	"As you know, tomorrow I'm having my annual
birthday party with all my girlfriends.  Of course, since
you've never been invited to the party, you have no way of
knowing what goes on.  But guess what?  Not only are you
going to be there tomorrow--the only slave who will be
there--but you are going to give me your present in front of
everyone!"  Her smile had turned wicked.  "Look at you,
my puppy, you have no idea what my present is.  You'll find
out tomorrow--and don't worry, you won't forget to bring
it!"  She laughed as she turned and strode quickly out of the
room, her stilettos clicking on the tile floor.	

	The next evening, Slave A., dressed in nothing but a
leather collar and leather wrist and ankle bands, was
brought to a small room adjacent to the large, cathedral
ceilinged wing of the house where Mistress Cynthia
entertained large groups.  He could hear the raucous sounds
of laughter and conversation, all female, coming through the
door to his room.  Still unsure of what would happen next,
he was filled with excitement and anticipation, and was
somewhat nervous that whatever his present was would not
be a disappointment to his Mistress.  Two or three hours
passed, and finally the door opened.  He could see Mistress
Cynthia standing on a small, raised, stage-like structure that
had been built into one side of the room, looking radiant and
gorgeous.  Then he heard her address the guests.  "Ladies,
as you know, and as you've been waiting for all night, I
celebrate my birthday each year with something truly
special.  So without further ado, let's bring out the slave
who has this year's honor of presenting me with my birthday
present!"  

	As the guests roared in unison, slave A. walked
across the room and approached Mistress Cynthia, stepping
cautiously up onto the stage area.  The crowd tittered. 
Mistress Cynthia said, almost mockingly, "So what did you
bring me for my birthday my little puppy?  I do hope it's
something I'll like!"  The guests started laughing, and the
slave began to panic, not knowing what he could possibly
have to give her.

	"Why look," she said, facing the guests, and
reaching down between slave A.'s legs, cupping his balls in
her hand, "look what he's brought me.  Aren't these lovely?" 
The women watching were hooting and shrieking with
delight.  "Why these are about the nicest set of balls
anyone's ever given me.  I am really going to enjoy
castrating you, and I'm sure my friends are going to love
watching me do it!"  The women cheered, as she continued. 
"Who has number 12?  Number 12 wins the door prize and
gets to assist in the castration.  Where are you?"

	A tall dark-skinned black woman with long braids
ran up, bouncing up and down with delight.  Her breasts
were so large that they popped out of the tiny bare midriff
tank top and continued to jiggle as she bounced with
excitement.  "Yes, yes, YES!!!" she screamed. "I just came,
I'm so excited," she whispered to Mistress Cynthia, as she
was invited to examine slave A's balls.  

	"O.K., ladies, Let's do it!"  Mistress Cynthia, said,
leading the slave to a low padded bench, and laying him on
his back, his crotch facing the room.  She turned to her
"assistant" and said, "Stand to his side, and be ready with
this."  She handed her a small container.  "I'm going to sit
on his face and have him tongue my asshole while I jerk him
off--the balls will be much tastier if he squirts right before
we cut them off," she explained.  "I've trained this puppy to
lick my asshole as good as any slave around.  My cunt is
going to explode, and having his tongue in my ass will make
it even better."

	Mistress Cynthia nestled her firm ass onto slave A's
waiting tongue, which  entered her tight asshole.  With her
left hand, she slowly manipulated the slave's engorged cock,
while holding the sharp knife in her right hand.  After
several minutes, with the guests completely silent, slave A's
cock ejaculated, squirting semen three feet into the air.  As
the last squirt faded, Mistress Cynthia lowered the knife,
and made a quick, short slit, then another. Mistress Cynthia
writhed and rolled, her body wracked with pleasure.  Slave
A's balls dropped from their sack, were severed, and fell
into the container held by the "assistant".  Many of the
guests moaned with pleasure, having experienced orgasms
while watching the castration.

	An hour or so later, having sufficiently recovered,
slave A. was given the honor of serving his balls to Mistress
Cynthia, who shared the treat with her "assistant".  Slave A.
watched while the two women enjoyed his balls, laughing
while they congratulated each other on just how tasty they
were, and what a shame it was that he would never be able
to supply them with another treat so delightful.  Slave A.,
for his part,  was content that he had indeed given his
Mistress the best possible present he could, and happy in the
knowledge that every time he was allowed to look at her
full lips he would remember how excited he felt watching
while she licked those lips,  enjoying his balls.