Bon Appetite! (Part 2)

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"A few years later, my mother died suddenly, and I
inherited the mines.  It was a great source of money and
men to support my little 'habit', but it wasn't until the
fourth man I castrated that the idea of having him serve me
his freshly cut balls, and watch while I ate them came to
me.  I'd always enjoyed lamb or calf balls, and it seemed
ashamed to throw a perfectly good set to the dog!  So I had
them prepared, and couldn't believe how much fun it was
to watch the slave watch me as I slowly devoured his balls. 
I had no idea how delicious they would be, and now, I can
tell by just the feel of a set of balls how they will taste.  It
took several years before I discovered that a white man's
balls are tastier than a black man's, since for a long time
black workers were all I had access to.  Plus," she laughed,
"the racial difference gives me greater excitement--I just
love doing white men!"

	"So, that's what brings you to America," said
Mistress S.

	"Yes.  By the way, I'd be happy to take him off your
hands and put him to work in the mine--for say another
twenty thousand?"

	"He's yours!"  Mistress S. joyfully replied, counting
the money in her head.

	"I like being surrounded by slaves whose balls I've
taken.  Just seeing them look at me knowing that I have
their balls turns me on."  Now she looked down at me.

	"Get up!" she barked.  "Let me hold my delicious
little treats.  You, my puppy, and in for a pleasant
surprise," she said in a whisper as she cradled my balls. 
"One of the things I've discovered from having enjoyed so
many men's balls is that they always taste much better if
the man has been ejaculated right before I cut off his balls. 
So you will get to have the best orgasm you can imagine--
the more I can get you to squirt, the better these balls will
taste!"  She looked at me and again gave me a toothy
smile.  "What would help me give you the best come, my
little pet? How often does a slave get to tell the Mistress
what he wants?" she laughed.  "But nothing too long,
because my pussy is sooo wet at the thought of castrating
you that the juices are running down my thighs! And I'm
hungry!"


`	I knew from the minute I had seen her what I
craved.  "Mistress, would you allow me to pleasure your
ass with my tongue?"

	"Fabulous!"  she said with a throaty voice.  "I love a
man's tongue in my asshole.  But I want to feel it go in
deep each time your cock squirts, got it?  In and out with
the rhythm of your ejaculation."  She paused, and
considered.  "That will be an excellent position to castrate
you in--on your back, tongue in my asshole, legs spread.  It
should make great viewing for the guests!"

	By now my mind had gone almost completely
blank, as I was in a state of such arousal and excitement
that the surroundings had faded from my senses.  I was
vaguely aware that the other women at the restaurant had
gathered close by, and were watching as a low padded
bench was carried over.  My new owner pointed one long,
taloned finger at me and motioned for me to lie on the
bench.  As if in a trance, I positioned myself on my back,
my legs spread with my cock and balls hanging just over
one end of the bench, my head under a pillow at the other. 
She straddled me, facing my feet, and slowly lowered her
magnificent firm round ass toward my face.  As she
lowered herself, her tiny skirt rode up and her cheeks
parted slightly.  My cock stiffened even more as I craned
forward and tickled the rim of her asshole with my tongue. 
She groaned as my tongue began to probe her ass, and I
could feel the juice from her cunt drip on my chin and
neck.  Very lightly, her fingers started to play with my
cock.  My tongue was fully into her ass when I heard her
softly urge me on.  "It's time to come baby, I want your
balls now.  Give me the biggest spurt of come you've ever
had!"

	I exploded for what seemed like a minute, my
tongue pumping in an out of her delicious ass.  My chin
and neck were covered with cunt juices, and I felt a sharp
but not unpleasant tingling in my scrotum.  Her asshole
began contracting as she wailed with pleasure.  "There! 
I've got them!"  she cried triumphantly.  As she continued
to come, riding my face, I felt a numbness set in around
where my balls had been.  Finally, satisfied, she raised
herself up as the guests tittered excitedly, some applauding
her, others moaning orgasmically themselves.  

	"Now my newest little eunuch, let's get you fixed up
so you may serve me my treats."  She removed some items
from her handbag, and bent down to work on my incision. 
With practiced expertise, I was stitched and bandaged
quickly, and since she had  applied a topical anesthetic,  I
felt no pain.  "I will see you shortly when my appetizers
are ready," she laughed, waving me off toward the kitchen.

	Looking back, I can not remember going to the
kitchen, but I have clear memories of what happened next,
a scene which I have played over in mind with great
pleasure hundreds of times.  Standing at her table, I
presented her with a small silver covered platter, and
meekly spoke.  "Would Mistress allow me to serve her
appetizer?"

	"What have you brought me slave?" she said with a
smile displaying her gold patterned teeth.

	"I have brought you my own balls, Mistress, which I
hope you will find acceptable," I said, uncovering the
platter and setting it on the table in front of her.

	"I hope so too," she replied, "or I will have to find
some other part of you to satisfy me!  You may watch
while I eat your balls--remain where you are so I may have
the pleasure of watching you."

	I remember it took a long time for her to slowly
savor each small bite.  After finishing the first ball, she
had me lick her cunt and asshole.  I had never felt so
fulfilled.  Later, when she had finished, I was led away to
her car, and have been serving her for the last three years. 
Although she has since castrated many more men, she tells
me every time I am summoned that no one's balls have
ever tasted as good as mine.  Since my tongue is always in
her asshole when she tells me, I am, unfortunately, unable
to thank her directly.