Mistress Songhay

Mistress Songhay

By: Sissy Fellatrix

\[STRAIGHT\] \[TESTICLES\]



A slave succumbs to temptation and suffers the ultimate pleasure and penalty. Dates back to 1996 - it should live on in the archive before it falls off the web for good.



M I S T R E S S S O N G H A Y ' S J E W E L R Y



© 1996 - Sissy Fellatrix



We weren't far from Chicago, but far enough away to be secluded from nosy neighbors. My beautiful black mistress, Songhay, had invited her gorgeous dark-skinned lover Darlene, and me - her white male sissy maid, to a dairy farm owned by friends. My Goddess had arranged for us to spend the whole weekend there while her friends were away, because they needed house-sitters.



Mistress had insisted that the time in the country would be a lot of fun and the three of us would put it to good use. It was only Friday evening and already, she and her friend were leading me around the barn yard in my maid's uniform using a leash connected to my

stainless steel dog collar as if I was just another head of the farmer's livestock.



I really didn't mind being led like this, because it meant I could contemplate Darlene's delicious bottom without fear of reprisal. Mistress even joked about my fixation on her friend's ass as they showed me the stock-pens, and a few of the farm's prize breeding

bulls. Then at Darlene's suggestion, they led me into a small, clean building containing equipment unfamiliar to me as a city-raised boy. "This is the breeding barn where the cows are inseminated and the bulls are milked," Mistress explained, continuing her tour-guide monologue.

"They milk the bulls?," I asked in confusion. "I don't understand."

"Where do you think they get their supply of sperm?," Mistress Songhay laughed.



Mistress lead me to a stall. Inside stood a stainless steel machine the size of a vacuum cleaner. "This is the sperm extraction machine," she explained. "The bull is led in here and strapped down. Then this hose is attached to his penis, and it sucks him off." She held up a clear plastic tube attached to the machine. I stared at the tube in fascination. "You mean, this makes the bull ejaculate, just like..."



"Uh-huh," Mistress interrupted. "It milks their cocks until they shoot their load, just as if they were getting a blow job. It's exactly like when you suck one of my friend's cocks, or when you jack-off for me. I just love watching the machine work. The bulls don't even know what's happening, but they sure do know it feels good!"



"Do all the bulls get the same treatment?," I asked incredulously.



"Well, all the breeding bulls do," Mistress Songhay replied as her friend Darlene giggled. "The ones that aren't to be bred are castrated to eliminate undesirable behavior," Darlene explained, "They do THAT in this stall too…"



"I've actually used the castration tool," Mistress bragged, "and my farmer friend says I'm pretty good at it."

I shuddered at the obvious pleasure and the hint of cruelty in my Mistress's voice, but my eyes remained fixed on the extractor tube which she still held in her hand.



Mistress continued playing with the tube, while observing me closely. "This extraction machine . . . It doesn't just work on bulls, you know . . . " she mused slowly as I studied the tube.



"What do you mean, Mistress?" I replied, feeling unexpectedly tense.



"What do you suppose it would feel like to get milked 'til you cum, Sissy?" Darlene teased.



"I... I have no idea, Ma'am," I answered, but my mouth was suddenly dry.



At that moment, Mistress snapped out of her reverie and giving me a devilish grin, she asked, "Wouldn't you like to TRY it?"



I gaped open-mouthed at her suggestion, and replied, "You mean, you want to hook ME up to that thing?"



"Sure," Mistress Songhay giggled as she winked at her friend. "We'll just put the extractor on you for a little while, so you can see how good it feels. You LOVE stroking your cock, don't you?"



"Well... yes," I replied, remembering how much I liked to jerk off while Mistress and her girlfriends watched me, "but..."



"Then what's the BIG DEAL?" Darlene demanded impatiently. "Get into the stall, and we'll give you a 'REAL' milking."



Because they were into it, and wanted me to be just as interested, Mistress unbuttoned her blouse, and spread it open while Darlene started to remove her own short black skirt and red satin panties. I gasped as Mistress's delicious brown bosom was bared, but rather than taking the blouse off, she tied the loose ends together under her breasts, lifting and framing them for me. At first, my manhood showed little interest, but at the sight of Darlene's delicious black pussy, I positively drooled - and my member stood at immediate attention.



Noting my reaction, Mistress laughed, "Get down on all fours in the middle of the stall, just like a good horny bull."



I did as I was told, and watched as Mistress and her friend fastened the restraints used for the animals on me. They cinched two wide leather straps tightly around my chest and stomach,

forming a sling to support my weight. In less than a minute, they had secured me to the four corners of the stall with leg and wrist restraints. I waited nervously, completely immobilized, but acutely aware of my rigid manhood hanging between my parted legs as it eagerly anticipated the unusual pleasure the two black women had promised it.



Mistress gave my hard cock a flick with one finger, saying sarcastically, "Well, you don't exactly have the equipment of a bull, do you, Sissy? This tube is WAY too large for you. Darlene, find Sissy a smaller one."



Amused at the humiliating comments about my equipment, Mistress's friend quickly attached the end of a smaller tube to the extractor. She was about to slip the other end over my cock, but paused, thoughtfully studying my genitals. "Have you ever seen a cow about to be milked, Sissy?," she mused. "That's exactly what you look like right now."



"She's got a big udder full of milk," Darlene explained as she hefted my balls in her hand, "and her teats hang down between her legs just like your balls do now." She ran a finger lightly down the sensitive underside of my stiff cock as she continued playing with my balls. "You should hear her moo when her bag is full, and she's just begging to be milked," she said.

After a few seconds, Mistress Songhay decided to join in the fun and started tickling the little tuck of skin behind the head of my rigid cock, driving me nearly wild with excitement.

"Would you like to feel what it's like, Sissy?" Darlene asked. "Would you like to feel exactly how a woman milks a cow? How we squeeze and pull those teats with our hands?"

I cried in agonized frustration, "Yes, Ma'am. Oh, please, Mistress Songhay! Please, Miss Darlene! Please, MILK ME!"



"Well, I don't know," Mistress teased. "How bad do you need milking? We don't hear you MOO-ing. Tell us, how much you need it?"

I bit my lip, but the teasing fingers continued to torment me. Finally, surrendering my dignity, and willing to endure anything in return for pleasurable relief, I capitulated, saying, "Moo... Oh, please, Mistress Songhay, please Miss Darlene. Please, Milk me! Moo, MOO, M-O-O!"



Laughing, Miss Darlene grasped my balls, and began twisting, squeezing and pulling on them with a practiced motion while Mistress Songhay did the same thing to my raging penis. I moaned with both pleasure and pain while continuing to imitate the sounds of a cow for them.

Mistress and her friend grew tired of this game quickly, and soon returned to their original objective. Mistress suddenly slipped my erection into the extractor tube, and pulled an elastic band behind my scrotum, thus fastening the tube securely in place.

In the meantime, Miss Darlene stood directly in front of me and began to rub her sweet black pussy, moving her dark fingers slowly in and out of her slippery orifice. Abruptly, as I watched her sexy friend masturbate, my ignored Mistress started the diabolical pleasure machine.



I instantly felt an indescribable sensation. It seemed as if the tube had suddenly become a living thing, a pulsing insatiable mouth, a creature thirsty for my very essence, sucking hungrily even as a calf might suck at its mother's teat.

Mistress walked back to the front of the stall, sat down, and crossed her legs in front of me. Her bare brown breasts were almost level with my eyes. I longed for my hands to be free, and for her to allow me to feel their brown softness.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Sissy?," Mistress Songhay crooned sensuously.

"Mmmm... Yes, Mistress. It does..." I moaned.



Mistress leaned forward, bringing one breast within inches of my face. "I'll bet getting sucked like that really makes you want to suck on something too," she teased, "Tell me, Sissy, what would you like to suck on right now?". Her magnificent breast was only an inch from my mouth, and the erect nipple stood out more than half the distance to my lips.

"Come on, Sissy," Darlene prompted as she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them under my nose, "Tell your Mistress what you want."

"Please, Mistress," I pleaded, "could I suck on Darlene's sweet pussy or maybe your delicious teat?".

"Lick this first," Darlene demanded. She leaned back against the wall, shoved her fingers back into her steamy pussy, and raised the sole of her boot to my mouth.

I started to lick but instantly realized that some fresh manure she had stepped in while walking around the barnyard was still clinging to the bottom of her boot.



"Get your slave mouth busy, you little shit licker," Darlene laughed. So I cleaned the foul smelling sole of Darlene's boot for her while she stroked herself to her first orgasm. The moments of foot worship ended as soon as her climax subsided and the laughing Darlene put her foot back on the floor triumphantly while she continued to finger her dripping pussy.



Finally, Mistress Songhay seemed to lose patience, and grabbing me by the ears, she shoved her nipple into my mouth. I drew it in as eagerly as a starving infant, and began to suck as if my life depended on it. Darlene laughed again as she watched the action and commented to my Mistress about how my nursing lips matched perfectly the sucking rhythm of the extractor on my cock.

Suddenly, I was doubly deprived. Mistress withdrew her breast from my mouth, and Darlene simultaneously shut off the extractor. I groaned in total frustration and disappointment.

"Just hold your horses, Sissy," Mistress Songhay said in a stern voice. "We aren't quite through with you yet. We've still got something to show you." As Mistress said that, Darlene walked over to a wall rack, and took down a strange looking implement. "Do you have any idea what this is?," Mistress queried, as Darlene handed her the gleaming, two foot long, steel tool.



The unfamiliar tool looked to me like a cross between a pair of fireplace tongs and a bolt cutter. As Mistress parted the handles, pliers-like clamps opened at the opposite end. I shifted in my bondage as best I could to examine the strange instrument. "No, Mistress, I don't," I finally admitted. Something about the wicked gleam in her eyes and the look of the implement she held told me I really didn't want to know.

"It's used on the other bulls," Miss Darlene hinted, "You know, the ones they don't want to use for breeding?" "It's a castration tool," Mistress continued impatiently, "The clamp end goes around the bull's scrotum, just above the balls. Then all we have to do is give it a good squeeze!" She slammed the handles together, and the clamps closed mercilessly around an unsuspecting imaginary victim. I shuddered in revulsion and sympathy at the pain the bull must feel.

"It's not really as bad as it looks," Mistress continued as though she could read my mind. "The tool first crimps a steel band around the top of the ball-sack and seals it," Darlene explained. "That cuts off the circulation to the scrotum and prevents a lot of bleeding later. Then the blades cut through the sac right below the band, and a second later the balls and their sac hit the ground together."

"It can't hurt very much," Mistress added, "because sometimes the bulls don't even know when it's being done to them, especially if they're being milked at the same time. I've done it myself, and I really love knowing that the bull is having one last cum to remember what it was like before he can never cum again."



I felt an ominous foreboding at the direction of my Mistress's and her friend's conversation. "Uh… Mistress," I said nervously, "I've really enjoyed this evening, and thanks for showing me the barn, but I really think it's time we went back to the city, and..."

"NO!" Mistress Songhay barked in a menacing tone. "I'll decide when we leave - not you! We've got PLENTY of time left to show you exactly how this gizmo works."

After saying that, Mistress drew up a short stool behind me and sat on it. In the meantime, her friend had resumed stroking her steaming pussy.



"They put the bulls in this very same stall," Darlene explained ominously as she fingered her clit, "and they tie their legs apart, just like we've got you tied up now, Sissy. That way they can get at their balls easily and there's absolutely nothing the soon-to-be-castrated bulls can do about it." As if to make the point, Mistress reached between my legs, and using her fingernails, she started slowly scratching my defenseless scrotum. I sighed deeply in spite of my growing anxiety.

"The castration tool is put right here," Mistress Songhay explained, "right around the top of the scrotum." She opened the handles, and encircled the neck of my sac with the tool. The feel of the cold steel against my tender parts made me wince and my skin began to crawl immediately.



"Please, Mistress," I begged, "I don't like this game very much. Can we go back to the city now?"

Ignoring my pleas, Mistress squeezed gently, but hard enough to clamp my defenseless glands in a painful grip.

"OW!," I cried as the temporary steel band suddenly snapped into the 'ready' position at the end of the tool.

"Oh, please, Mistress, don't! Please let me go...!"



Mistress Songhay eased the pressure, and removed the tool altogether. Although my stomach was still turning somersaults, I breathed a much needed sigh of relief. All of a sudden, Darlene reached over and turned the sperm extractor on again. Her eyes glazed over as she continued to aggressively stroke her pussy.

A moment later, I felt the cruel metal device encircling my exposed scrotum again. As Mistress Songhay laughed evilly from behind me, I abruptly realized that my ordeal wasn't over.

"It's time to finish your milking now, Sissy," Mistress Songhay said, sounding suddenly very cruel, "and we intend to make it REALLY special for you. I'm going to neuter you, just like we do it to the bulls while you imagine for the last time what it would feel like to fuck Darlene's pussy."



"No, please, Mistress Songhay," I begged, "Please don't do it..."

"Sissy, I want to castrate you," Mistress whispered seductively.

"You'll like it. Please let me do it to you." Her voice had become intimate, tender, almost loving.



"Besides," she said, her voice suddenly taking on a very vindictive tone, "after it's over, I won't need to worry about you ever insulting me again, like you've done SEVERAL times today! Darlene was absolutely right about you. She's been trying to tell me for weeks that you were just like every other man, but I wouldn't listen. She even BET ME that she could make you have nasty thoughts, get unapproved erections, and switch your attention from me to her every time you were given a choice. She insisted she could make you eat shit from her boot before you'd suck on my nipple, and BOY was she right!"



Realizing I'd made a horrible mistake, I tried to think what to do, but Darlene interrupted me. "Wouldn't you like to know what the stakes were?" Darlene purred seductively as she stroked her pussy toward climax.



Frankly, I was just too terrified to ask, but my silence only seemed to encourage Darlene.

"I agreed to quit bitching about you if your Mistress turned out to be right," she giggled sadistically, "and your Mistress agreed to CASTRATE you if she turned out to be wrong!"

"C'mon, Sissy," Darlene moaned as her pussy neared it's second climax, "Prove that you really love your Mistress and give her permission to do it. You do like being her slave, don't you?"



"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, "but..."



"And you want to be my slave forever, don't you?," Mistress Songhay interrupted.



"Yes, Mistress, I do," I whined, "but..."



"Sissy," Mistress demanded, "I want you to be my lifetime slave, my personal white-boy eunuch. Darlene has all the equipment needed to dry them out completely - just like jerky, and she can gold-plate them for me too. Then we'll make them into earrings so that I can display your balls all the time. That way, I'll know your attention will be entirely directed at me and not at the pussy, ass, or tits of my FRIENDS, or every OTHER woman you meet! Then every time someone asks about my unusual earrings, I'll be able to tell them this story and prove how much you love me."



Deep down, I wanted to scream "NO!" as loud as I could, but I was full of confused emotions. My horror was genuine, and yet some darker, mysterious urge had begun to stir deep within me. I squirmed in my bonds, testing the unyielding grip of the tool on my balls and the leather which held me in place.



What would it feel like, the ecstatic release, the moment of crushing force from the tool, the lifetime of chaste devotion to my beautiful black dominatrix?

A nameless urge welled up within me, reaching back through the millennia to a time when women ruled over men completely, when it was a coveted privilege for a man to sacrifice his masculinity to his queen or high priestess. I pictured the eunuchs who were once owned by the most beautiful black queen in history, Cleopatra, and even as I thought these things, the extractor drew me inexorably closer to orgasm. I moaned in an agony of confusion and despair.



"Come on Sissy, be mine forever," Mistress Songhay cajoled. "I do intend to castrate you, but I'd like for you to give me permission and beg for the ultimate privilege. That way, Darlene will have to admit that you begged me to do it. You really do WANT me to, don't you? Now, stop thinking with your BIG head and start thinking with the LITTLE one - just like every other man does.

Just imagine how nice it would feel to be fucking Darlene's hot black pussy, right now."

As she said those words, I surrendered to the inevitability of my orgasm. The pulsing unrelenting suction finally pulled me over the edge, and I began to empty my seed in great gushing torrents. My cock's strong contractions and my copious supply of cum were plainly visible to both Mistress Songhay and her friend through the clear plastic tube.

"Now, Sissy!," Darlene shrieked as her second orgasm struck. "While you're cumming... Tell her to DO IT NOW!"

A thousand thoughts ran through my head in the blink of an eye. This would truly be the ultimate submission! I could offer no more positive token of obedience to the Mistress I loved than to sacrifice my very manhood for her pleasure. In a delirium of sensation I heard myself moan,

"Please... Mistress... Please...

Take my balls. Pleeaase, make me your slave -- forever!"



In that instant, Mistress Songhay snapped the jaws of the castration tool together viciously, snipping my ball sac quickly and completely. My balls dropped to the ground below me with a plop, separated from my body forever. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of Darlene's sadistic laughter echoed in my ears.



Mistress Songhay moaned as if she was in total ecstasy, then laughed sadistically and tossed the castration tool aside. I slumped in the restraining straps, speechless with the intensity of the moment. A few seconds later, Mistress walked around in front of me holding my now severed balls in the palm of her hand and patting my back comfortingly. "That's a GOOD eunuch, Sissy," she cooed, "Now you really are my sissy-girl, and the hormones I've been feeding you secretly will start to work much faster too."



When I was rested, she and Darlene released me and helped me to my feet.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, slave," Mistress Songhay said, "and thank you for begging me to castrate you. It was the ultimate sexual thrill for me, and you came harder than I've ever seen any man cum before!"

"That was certainly appropriate," laughed Darlene, "since it was his very last time!"



Since that day, Mistress Songhay has led me into complete servitude and slavery. My total being belongs to her and I never insult her now, because I no longer have any interest in other women. A few weeks later, she had my cock pierced so she could insert a ring into it. She often attaches a chain to my ring and leads me around at parties like a castrated bull from the farm. At parties and during my frequent training sessions, I have the privilege of seeing my gold-plated balls, dangling from Mistress Songhay's ears while my gilded scrotal sack hangs from a delicate chain around her neck. She loves to tell others about how she got them. After she tells the story, she always teases me about my inordinate\` fixation on my balls, then laughs and says I'll never get them back - because they are her most treasured possessions.



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(Author's Note: A while back, Mistress Songhay asked me to write a story describing my ultimate dominance fantasy. This is the story she requested. Not a word of it is true, but I can dream can't I?)



3,696 Words - © 1996 Sissy Fellatrix - Sunday, March 31, 1996

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