ERIN

Love on the set turns out well despite a false assumpsion.

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By J. A. Loftin
Copyright 1999


It was on the set of a Bizarre Videos production entitled "Born to 
Serve" that I met J. I was dressed in full black-leather Domme 
regalia, waiting for the next scene to begin, when I noticed him 
staring at me with his mouth agape. There was something about his 
expression -- a look of absolute worship -- that caused my loins to 
stir. I smiled provocatively and winked, then blew him a kiss and 
mouthed "Meet me later." After blinking in momentary disbelief, J 
nodded his acknowledgement of my message, grinning broadly as he did 
so.



When shooting was done for the day I retired to the dressing room to 
change into my regular clothes. As I emerged J was dutifully waiting, 
and judging by his face he was equally enthralled by me in shorts and 
halter top as he was by me in fetishwear. While I am not drop dead 
gorgeous, I have a presence that gets me noticed by men and women 
alike. I am tall and slender with long black hair, olive skin and 
emerald-green eyes. My carriage and facial features convey confidence 
and strength to even the most casual observer.



I encircled his arm in mine and he fell into step beside me. We left 
the studio and headed across the street to a quiet little bar to have 
a few drinks and get to know one another. While we sat and talked I 
toyed with him mercilessly, brushing my fingers against his leg under 
the table, and placing my bare foot in his crotch and wriggling my 
toes. 



Struggling to concentrate all the while, he managed to tell me that 
he had been invited to the set as a prospective investor. We both 
knew there was no longer any doubt as to his investing in this or any 
future project. As he continued to bare his soul to me, I learned 
that he had a long-held, yet unrealized, Fem-Dom fascination. Hence 
his unabashed drooling upon seeing me in costume. 



It became increasingly obvious to me that he had the potential to 
become the ultimate submissive of my darkest fantasies. Remembering 
the fire that his adoring looks had ignited between my legs, I 
decided to pursue that possibility further. I hushed him mid 
sentence, then looked at him intently and said "Take me back to my 
place, slave boy, I have plans for you." 



Panic and joy were displayed alternately in his eyes as he paid the 
bar tab and led me to his car. To heighten the anticipation, I 
purposely did not speak on the way home once I had given him the 
address and directions.  I rummaged around in his CD caddy and 
found "The Koln Concert." Inspired improvisational jazz piano music 
washed over us during the brief, fateful journey across town.



The first order of business was to look over the merchandise. I 
instructed J to remove his clothes and kneel before me. He did as he 
was told and I watched his trim, muscular body emerge from its 
cocoon. Instinctively he assumed a submissive kneeling posture with 
his legs spread apart and his hands folded behind his back.  I 
carefully inspected his sizable package and smacked his penis sharply 
when it started to become aroused. 



I leaned down and kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue down his 
throat as far as it would reach. When I released him we both needed a 
few moments to catch our breath. Quietly, slowly I began telling him 
his options.



"You are free to get dressed and leave right now if you like, but if 
you do you can never return. Should you opt to stay, you will 
completely submit your sexuality to me. For starters, that means I 
won't be needing these," I said, nudging his balls with my foot. 



He looked at me questioningly, but remained silent. I paused for a 
few beats and then resumed my instructions.



"I will, however, find a use for this" -- I poked my finger into his 
mouth -- "and this" -- my index finger tapped lightly on his anus.



I positioned myself close to him so as to make his view of me 
standing over him seem even more imposing. Then I  stroked his hair 
gently, pulled his head toward my crotch and ground myself into his 
face. A faint groan emitted from his lips as I continued to rub 
against him.



"Well, J, what's it going to be ... a dream realized or a missed 
opportunity?"



"I want to stay," he managed to blurt out.



We locked eyes for nearly a minute. Finally I licked my lips and 
implored softly "Have we forgotten our manners? Say please."



"I'm sorry," he said, momentarily hanging his head. "Please let me 
stay. I beg of you to let me stay and serve you however you see fit."



"That's better," I cooed, a wicked smile appearing on my face.



I had fantasized about just such a scene for years. Now that it was 
unfolding in reality I wanted to savor the experience, stretch it out 
as much as possible. I had assembled everything I would need long 
ago, now I finally had the missing element, a willing participant.



"J," I said sweetly, "be a dear and go into the bedroom and bring me 
the small box in the top drawer of the nightstand."


Eager to please, J jumped up and dashed into the bedroom. He returned 
promptly holding the box I had requested like it was a prized object, 
which to me in fact it was -- a deluxe elastrator kit. Without 
explaining my intentions, I instructed him to place a band on the 
stretching tool and then slip the band over his balls as high up on 
his scrotum as possible. He winced slightly when the band tightened 
around his ball sac, but never uttered a word of complaint. This was 
such a delicious touch. Watching him innocently follow my orders, I 
was barely able to suppress a giggle. 



I let my gaze linger on his dying testicles awhile before taking J by 
the hand and leading him to my bed. With an expectant look, I handed 
him a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. He may have been a novice at 
this, but he knew what to do with them. He was so incredibly docile 
as I secured him to the four-poster such that he was face up with his 
head hanging over the end of the bed at a level convenient for oral 
servitude. His legs were pulled over his shoulders and his ever-
darkening balls dangled tantalizingly above his exquisitely 
vulnerable, virgin asshole.



Maintaining a languid pace, I retrieved a pair of nipple clamps and 
painstakingly attached them to his little tits. As I did this I 
noticed his eyes were glazed and his face took on an appearance close 
to rapture. Next I fetched a riding crop and began whipping his ass 
and thighs lightly. At the first touch of the crop, J's cock got 
extremely hard. Once it was clear that J had entered what is referred 
to as sub space, I increased the intensity of the strokes and allowed 
a few to land on his increasingly numb balls. 



The sight of J trussed up with an abundance of cruel welts marking 
his flesh began to have a profound effect on me.  I peeled off my top 
and started massaging my breasts with one hand while I continued 
laying down stripes with the other.  I knelt beside J's head and 
directed his mouth to first one breast and then the other. He 
greedily suckled and licked them like a man possessed, oblivious to 
the punishment his ass and thighs were still receiving.



After all this foreplay I was ready to let J pleasure me with his 
mouth. Feeling a bit like a tart, I leisurely wiggled out of my 
shorts with a few more shakes than were absolutely necessary. Then I 
turned my ass toward J and ever so slowly inched my panties down 
until they fell to the floor. The look of surprise on his face was 
priceless as I turned around and thrust my cock into his waiting 
mouth. By then he was too far gone, he began sucking it without 
protest.



I allowed him to pay homage to my member for a prolonged period of 
time. After the initial shock passed, J acclimated to the situation 
quite well. He even took the initiative to use his velvety-soft 
tongue to worship my balls and my anus.  Indeed, my eunuch-in-
progress seemed genuinely disappointed when I stood and extricated 
myself from his mouth.



"Don't worry, darling, we're not done yet," I said, leaning down to 
kiss him on the forehead. 



I climbed onto the bed and paused to drink in the vision before me -- 
an attractive young man thoroughly bound and well on his way to being 
gelded, with numerous fresh whip marks on his ass and thighs and a 
dilated anal opening just waiting to be deflowered. Eventually I 
slathered some baby oil on my cock and began to penetrate J's ass 
slowly. As I eased into him, I wiped some residual oil onto his cock 
and stroked it gently. 



For a newbie, he took my cock all the way in fairly quickly and 
painlessly. And he was a real natural, soon he was thrusting up to 
meet my strokes and take me inside as far as possible. Since this was 
a special un-repeatable occasion, I put off my orgasm as long as I 
could. As it approached I leaned forward and nibbled on J's ear, 
simultaneously talking dirty in a raspy, guttural whisper.



"... You love this, don't you, slave boy? ..."



" ... You're really enjoying taking my dick up your ass while I rub 
my tits against your chest and masturbate you to what will probably 
be your last orgasm ..."



"... You were born to be my eunuch, weren't you? ... "



"... In the morning, if you ask me real nice, I'll let you cut off 
your dead balls and give them to me as a present ... " 



Ultimately it became impossible to hold back any longer and within 
seconds of one another we both exploded in a synapse-melting climax 
that left us weak-kneed and drained for hours. I was just able to 
find the strength to rearrange J's bondage to the fetal position, 
since I figured we would want to cuddle or fuck in the middle of the 
night -- which we did, sleeping definitely wasn't on the agenda that 
night!



We finally were spent just after sunrise, and we fell into an 
exhausted slumber until early afternoon. J's balls were very nearly 
black by then and he had no feeling in them whatsoever. So, 
remembering my crazy promise of the night before, he asked me for 
permission to cut them off and give them to me. Of course I said yes, 
what girl wouldn't? He was so cute, he made a big ceremony out of it. 
He found a small box, wrapping paper, ribbon and a bow, and presented 
them to me beautifully wrapped resting on a red satin pillow. 



These days J is my manager, and sometimes he acts as executive 
producer on independent B&D films in which I am featured. To look at 
him, no one would ever guess he is my eunuch slave. However, looks 
can be deceiving. Just ask J, he learned that lesson rather well 
recently.