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A Day at the Mall It was a bright and sunny day. Mistress Monique awoke to the warm rays of the sun coming through the window and rolled over wrapping her arms around me. She began to nibble on my ear lobes, and I started to awaken. Then I felt her tongue exploring each fold in my ear as she expertly flicked her sensory organ all about. Her right hand moved down my right side and soon I felt her fingers fondling and playing with my limp manhood. Then her hand reached further to knead the now empty sac that remained between my thighs. "You're happier now RJ, aren't you, that I've taken my balls out of their former home? If you had it to do all over, would you still have deeded those jewels to me?" "Yes Mistress. I only wish that I could grow another set to present to you, to prove my love and devotion to you. I'm happier and fulfilled now that I am your loving mate. Mistress and eunuch united by the bonds of castration. The most solemn act of commitment between a man and woman." And I rolled over and caressed my Mistress. Gently kissing her eyes, forehead, cheeks, nibbling on her nose, then letting our tongues intertwine. "Now it's time to get showered and dressed for I've many purchases to make at the Mall today" my Mistress whispered into my ear. And with that we went into the shower, and the warm jets of water surrounded and soaked us as we slithered together, soaping each other, exploring each other. I reached down, and put two fingers by the flower of her womanhood, when she stopped me saying, "No, RJ, not your fingers today. You've been so devoted and caring these past weeks that I've a special treat for you today". "Yes dear Mistress, please tell me, what is my reward." "Please wait for me in the living room while I finish dressing. This is a very special treat. You'll learn what it is. But I'm not going to tell you - you have to learn of your own." And so we left the house. I opened her door and helped my Mistress on with her seat belt and went around the other side. I was sure to set the FM dial to her favorite station and turned the air conditioner to her preferred temperature and fan speed. We then drove to the Mall. It was a beautiful day and the Mall was crowded. I had noticed all the way over how my Mistress was moving around in her seat. She had the recliner set back and a smile was on her face. As we walked through the crowded my Mistress kept squeezing into tight corners, barely able to pass, her knees tight together as she slithered through and about. We reached the leather apparel shop and we went inside. I sat in a chair as my mistress entered the dressing room. She reappeared wearing the tightest of black leather pants and boustier. She came up behind me and rubbed herself against the chair, and I heard sighs. She leaned down and caressed me, and told me how much she loved me. "You're quite the lover now RJ." she whispered." As a eunuch you've become the lover of which I always dreamed". and again small sighs. And as she slithered around the chair, drawing my face into the boustier I came to understand my reward. For the first time since my mistress freed her balls from my sac, they had finished curing and had finally been fashioned into Ben Wash’s for my Mistress's pleasure. My manhood was in the depths of her womanhood. I was making love to her all the while, bringing on heavier breathing as she slithered up and down against the chair back, her hands clawing at my chest. This was the greatet fuck I had ever given and my Mistress had made it all possible. Never had I been happier or more fulfilled. It's 9 PM on Friday night and I look through the house to find my beautiful Mistress. The weekend is upon us and I long to please her. She's not in the den, the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom. I've looked out on the porch and in the backyard. I hear the sounds of running water and walk down the hall to the main bath and politely knock on the door, ever mindful of my Mistress's privacy. She is entitled to quality time in solitude. Her voice invites me in. I open the door and see her lounging in our six jets Jacuzzi tubs. I go and sit by the edge and she takes my hand and pulls it to her cheek. Then she reached down and as I instinctively begin to splash at the water I feel resistance. My Mistress has put Jell-O in the tub. She pulls my hand deeper into the jelling liquid and soon my fingers are in her womanhood. I explore and roam. She then lets go and I bring my finger to my mouth and taste the sweet mixture of strawberries and the womanly essence that is She. I rip at my clothes and soon I am naked before her. I stand by the edge of the tun and she reaches over to take my limp manhood in her hand and she pulls at it, bringing me closer to the tub. Her hand lets go of the soft dickmeat and she reaches down to knead and tug along the empty sac which once housed my Mistresses Ben Wah balls of pleasure. By it she pulls me into the tub. Both hands are on my head and with the pressure my face is submerged in the thickening Jell-O. I munch and chew at her strawberry encapsulated clitoris, swallowing the fruity essence. Now she lifts my head and pulls me close to her. I place my head on her breasts and suckle on the strawberry nipples. Soon the thickening Jell-O has us encased together bound in a slippery embrace. My Mistress tells me how I have pleased her. She will reward me now with the finest blowjob I've ever known. She reached over to the side of the tub and picks up the jewel case that is now the home for what once resided between my thighs. She takes the balls in her hand and lowers them into the redness. She tells me that she is going to marinate them in the strawberry essence. A minute later she lifts up her hand and the balls, dripping Jell-O, are in front of her face. She flicks her tongue along them. She gently kisses each ball and one by one rolls them in her mouth. Never have I so enjoyed oral sex. She begins to taste at them, first flickering one with her tongue and then the other, and then, all at once, both enter past her lips and I see the suction in her cheeks as she drains all the strawberry essence out from each ball. I nearly collapse from the excitement and the feeling of release that sends tremors through my soul. Surely, no man has known the sexual pleasures I have experienced in the service of my Mistress.
