Guest Author: David
My Night With Monique
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Posted Feb. 13, 2001
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My Night With Monique After getting up so early for the long ride down to rural Maryland, I was tired as could be when I finally reached the rural retreat and turned down the long drive. The door was open so I walked inside. Nobody was there. I was very tired so I looked into a dark room and I could see what looked like an ordinary cot, so I walked into the room and lay down to take a nap. I awaken and see that I am on a surgical cot and that the arm extensions have been pulled out. My hands are tied at each end and there are straps across my chest and thighs. I look up and there's a bright light above so I can't make any faces out. I hear a young woman’s voice:" I'm Mistress Rhonda, and I'll going to administer this medication to relax you". I see her wheel an IV bag close to me and insert the drip into a funnel in my right hand. "You'll be wide awake and aware of all that's going to happen. This is just to keep you in a pleasant mood so we can all enjoy ourselves", I hear another voice saying. I recognize the voice. It's Mistress Monique, the woman so dear to my heart. "Thank you Mistress Rhonda", I hear her say, and the "nurse" leaves the room. Another young woman’s now enters the room. "Mistress Monique, I'll get him ready for you." and then I see surgical scissors cutting the sleeves of my gown. I know I'm wearing briefs. A warm hand brushes along my lower abdomen and then under the elastic. I hear the cutting of the cotton and then feel the opened briefs being tugged out from under me. "Shall I prepare him for you Mistress Monique", the woman asks. "Yes, Mistress Linda, you know what to do: answers Mistress Monique. With that the younger woman’s hand cups my balls in her left hand, and, with the right, brings a razor denuding me of all pubic hair. I'm half-awake, half-asleep, in a mellow state. I hear her say, "He’s ready for you Mistress Monique". I feel you climbing up and over my chest. The scent of womanhood descends over my face. "Time for dinner my sweet love", and, restrained to the table, I arc myself to reach up and push my tongue to its limits. It seems an eternity as I dart my tongue around and about, swishing, swirling, sucking; nibbling at my Mistress's clitoris. I am honored that she permits me these intimacies. While awash in the essence of Mistress Monique, I am aware faintly of Mistress Linda. Her hands have been kneading my sac, pulling at my balls, flickering my limp manhood. Smirking, she proclaims "At least this is one prick that knows its place. It knows better than to harden and try to violate its Mistress". Mistress Monique begins to move down my chest and onto my abdomen. She lowers her face over mine and tells me what a good man I've been. Her lips come to touch mine. Her lips open to mine and our tongues intertwine. Her body arches up and then down and she slithers to and for against me as our caress lasts for what seems to be hours, though I know they are but fleeting moments in Heaven. "How cute you are. All shaven. Rid of that filthy pubic hair. With your soft little prick just sitting there you are Angelic, like a boy of ten." Then, with her right hand, I caught a quick glimpse of her long and pointed nails - they seemed to be 3" in length, she claws her nails up the length of my sac, then grasps it tight and squeezes. "These balls I hold in my hand.... Whose balls are these?" asks my Mistress. I proclaim proudly "they're yours, yours and yours alone". "And, have you filled my balls with your sweet cream?" "Yes Mistress Monique. They're swollen with cream for you." "Too bad his impotent little prick can't deliver the cream" smirks Mistress Linda, who continues ". What good are those balls if you can't get proof that they're still working?" " No, I believe R.J.", my Mistress declares, "he's a wonderful custodian for my balls. Now that they're here Mistress Linda, come share the pleasure with me in playing with my boy-toys". "Thank you for the privilege Mistress Monique", the younger Mistress stated, "I make the preparations". With that Mistress Linda rolled on the surgical gloves and put on the surgical mask. She reached for a bottle of Betadine and began to lather my gential area with the brown liquid, using sterile gauze; rubbing up and down the area till the sac and surrounding tissues were ready for my Mistress. "Pull his sac to the side and hold it still", Mistress Monique instructed her apprentice. With a scalpel sit cut a small incision along the side of the sac. I could see all this looking above me on the mirrored surface surrounding the lamps. After cutting through on one side they reversed places and Mistress Monique cut on the other side. "Now, Mistress Linda, watch carefully at how I do this, for you will have devoted lovers like this of your own some day." And with her two hands, in concert, Mistress Monique squeezed along the underside of the sac and her balls peeped out on each side. Mistress Monique gently grasped one ball, and with the other hand worked the cord so the ball came further out and into the bright lights. "Now show me what you've learned Mistress Linda". And Mistress Linda, proceeding exactly the same as her mentor, brought the second ball out of its resting-place. The two Mistresses lay upon the table, and rested alongside my spread thighs. They fondled and patted and had a wonderful time playing with the balls. Mistress Linda gave a gentle squeeze and said, "Mistress Monique, you’re right, this ball is filled with cream for you. Shall I cut it off and drain out the cream?" "Tonight is the night for a very special privilege, Mistress Linda. It's good enough to know that R.J. is true to me and has served as such a good caretaker for my precious jewels. Now it's time to reward him for the pleasure he's brought me. He's earned the privilege of fucking his Mistress." "How can he fuck you Mistress Monique? That impotent prick can't serve you", retorted a puzzled Mistress Linda. "There are other ways. Now I will need your assistance Mistress Linda. Take the left ball in your left hand, and with your right hand gently pull on the cord till the ball is all the way out" instructed Mistress Monique. As Mistress Linda followed her instruction Mistress Monique pulled the sutures and tied off the cord. "Now observe, Mistress Linda. Hold the ball up with one hand and pull on the cord with the other so it is nice and straight". Mistress Linda did as she was told. Mistress Monique had reached to the table and brought up a pair of surgical scissors. With them she cut the ball loose from its cord. "That's one of my balls that's come home to its Mistress. Now for its brother", I heard my Mistress declare. And the scene was repeated. And my two Mistresses looked over their boy-toys. Mistress Linda then pushed the severed cord ends back inside and proceeded to sew closed the two incisions, and began to put on dressings, while Mistress Monique put her hands on my face and caressed my ears, nibbled on my neck, and told me how much pleasure I brought to her. "My darling R.J., you've been so loving to me that soon you will know the pleasure of fucking your Mistress’s. These lovely balls that I have freed will be preserved and fashioned in Ben-Wah balls. Each night they will know the depth of my womanhood. You will be fucking me for many years to come". Mistress Linda declared, " now I understand what you meant. I only thought of his limp and useless dick. I never imagined how a Mistress could enjoy the fucking of her lover. Now I know." My Mistress’s whispered softly in my ear how she looked forward to the sexual delights to come. "And, of course, R.J., I will share your love with my daughter, Mistress Linda. I want her to enjoy your sacrifice of love to me". And never had I felt so happy and fulfilled in all my life. For now I would bring pleasure to my Mistresses, and enjoy a newly committed life of devotion to them.
