Every call that that came into his office made him shudder. He was expecting the call but dint know when. He was on pins and needles since she informed him of her decision. The only thing he new for certain was that the call would come soon and it would dramatically affect his life forever.

He was tense and lived in fear.  “Fear is good “she proclaimed every moment of his spare time was devoted to the anticipation of that call and of his response.

He quietly reflected on the events of the past week. He had been called upon to serve his mistress at a party and did his duty with passion as only a slave can understand and appreciate. At the party the girls took turns spanking him, whipping him and fucking him. The girls were in a sexual frenzy and he serve them one by one for the glory of his mistress.

When everyone left he had cleaned up the house. Upon completion he knelt naked in front of his mistress awaiting further instruction. The conversation started off innocently and without provocation. “Slave, do you love your mistress? “Unequitably” he responded. “How long have you been my slave”  “Three years” was the response.’ A wow time does fly. ”Well” she continued, “ I have done my apprentice in becoming a mistress and have passed all the requirement. However, there is just one more test for me before I am accepted as a full fledged mistress”  “and what is that my mistress?” “ I must ask you to sacrifice your life for me” Bob was stunned and speechless. He looked at his mistress and pleaded with his with eyes as tears began to fall. He was warned that if he accepted being her slave that one day he might have to die for her. But he never thought that day would ever come. Through bleary eyes he could not help but admire her beauty. She was 13 years old with beautiful long hair cascading over her pert budding breasts and naked pussy. Oh how he loved her pussy. It captivated him from the first minute he saw her and that’s why he accepted the position as her slave. She was only 10 at the time.

His mistress assured him that his sacrifice would be both quick and pleasurable. She owed him that much for all the years of service he gave her. She instructed him to get his affairs in order and wait for her call. She would call him and advise him as to the date and time and then dismissed him. He had a million questions for her but knew it was useless to ask. Those were her instruction and they were to be obeyed. He loved her too much to say anything but yes to her.

Hours tuned into days and days tuned into weeks. Bob was so dedicated to his mistress that it consumed him 100%. He only hoped that when the time came he would have the fortitude and courage to make his mistress proud of him.

The call finally came on Friday morning as hundreds of his other calls. No distinction other then her sweet voice. She asked “are you ready to serve me for the last time.” “Yes” I stammered. “Good. Come to my house tomorrow morning at 10am

I arrived promptly at 12 noon. 2 girls’ about12 years old greeted me. They led me into the living room as told me to sit down. They explained to me that the ceremony would be that evening around 6pm. In the interim I was to be shaved, bathed, fed and have a few hours of relaxation and mediation. “Are they any questions”? “No” I responded. I was then stripped of all my clothes. “You wont need these any more after today” one girl exclaimed. They collected my garments and put them in the fireplace. I was then led to the bathroom where the girls shaved every inch of my pubic hair. I was hairless and it felt exciting. Then I was put in the Jacuzzi. There the girls washed me from head to toe. Giving special attention to my cock and balls after all it was going to be my present to my mistress.  My cock was then placed in a chastity device to prevent me from masturbating prior to the ceremony. I was then dressed in a white gown and taken to a room were I would be able to eat and relax. I ate a beautiful steak dinner with French fries and vegetables. Desert was cake and ice cream. Who can ask for anything more.

I was suddenly tired and beg to close my eyes. The girls covered me with a blanket and kissed me on the checks. One girl asked if I wanted a priest and I said “ no “ it was not necessary as I was doing this out of my free will.

I awoke several hours later. For a moment I dint remember where I was. Then the reality set in. The girls told me to get up as the party was in progress and it would not be long before they called me. The combed my hair and put my hands in handcuffs and secured them behind my back. There was no turning back. I was expected to give my life for my mistress and I would not fail her.

I herd the laughter of the girls. There were so young and so innocent yet they demanded my sacrifice. The same two girls brought me into the room, one on either side of me. I was paraded in front of all of them.

Then I was placed on the stage standing. My mistress entered dressed in black leather with cutout for her little tities and naked pussy. Oh how I love the smell of leather. It’s so exciting.

My mistress went through the formalities. “Why was I there” she asked?  “To honor my mistress” “Are you prepared to give her your life of you own free will”  “yes” do you have anything to say before the ceremony begins. “All I want to say is that I dearly love my mistress and wish I could have done more for her and am happy that I can make his sacrifice for her. Do not cry for me as I do this willingly and without remorse.

I was then led to the execution table. My chastity belt was removed and my cock sprang to life. It was as if my cock knew that she had moment to live and was standing at attention to honor my mistress. My handcuffs were removed but my hand and feet were tied to the corners of the table. A pillow was placed under my head so that I could view the crowd. The girls approached the execution table and each girl took my cock in her mouth and kissed it goodbye. Then the knife was brought in. I was told to kiss the cold steal. Everything was ready. My heart began to race with anticipation. My mistress approached the table and kissed me on the lips thanking me for making the ultimate sacrifice for her. She then allowed me to kiss her budding tities. Her nipples were hard as a rock.  I sucked on each of them. There were just beautiful. Then my mistress mounted the table and straddled my face. I looked up to see her gleaming pussy. She was wet with excitement. The girls in turn were playing with each other. There pussies were beginning to glimmer with anticipation as well. My mistress lowered herself slowly allowing me a long last look at he thing I loved most, her pussy. She stopped inched from my face. I could smell the sweet nectar. My mistress announce to the girls of her intent to castrate me before the execution. She grabs hold of my cock and raises the knife. I see the knife high in the air. In the next instant the knife finds its mark and she hold my castrated cock for all to see. With he blood flowing she orders me to kiss my own cock.

I see the girls from the corner of my eye. They are in frenzy. They’re waiting to see me die and see if I will fight back. My mistress begins the final decent towards my face. I greet her pussy with my tongue outstretched. My tongue is buried deep within her pussy and I begin sucking on her clit. As I do she lowers herself completely and my mouth and nose is completely covered by her pussy. It is now a seal. A seal of death. I cannot breath I have moments to live yet I lay submissively to honor my mistress. My dying wish is to make her cum one last time before I succumb. The excitement of the castration and of giving my life for her has a phenomenal effect and her body begins to shake with orgasm. The volcano erupted. She comes like never before. Wave after wave of aftershock flows thru her body. She screams, “die for me slave” I begin feel unconsciousness as my life slowly ebbs out of me. How beautiful and wonderful that I have the privilege to die for my mistress while in her pussy and giving her my manhood as a symbol of my love and devotion to wear around her neck forever.

She cuts open my chest and takes out my heart. Holding it in her hand she watches as my heart beets frantically. I begin to panic and try to struggle for a few more moments of life. The last thing I here is the girl screaming, “cut it” “cut it”. With a smile she cuts my heart from my body holding it up for all to see as I slip into death knowing I have achieved my ultimate dream

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