Fantasy Island -- II

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I stepped off the seaplane onto the pier.  The hostess was waiting 
for me.  She put a lei on me, then gave me a hug and a kiss.  " 
Welcome to Fantasy Island.  I am Angela,  your hostess.  It was a 
long flight.  Are you thirsty? Have a drink."  The waitress offered 
me a choice of five drinks, all of them my favorite.  I picked up the 
glass of pina colada.  The hostess took my hand and led me towards 
the jeep.  "I will take you there."



The scenery was panoramic.  The road followed the coast line: 
beautiful beaches on one side, steep mountains covered with luxuriant 
rain forest on the other.  After a while, we came to the end of the 
road. She kept driving.  Twenty yards later, she drove straight into 
the foliage without hesitation.   There was a path!  It was dark and 
winding.  The vegetation was so thick that I could not see the sky at 
all.  Half the time I could not see the front end of the jeep.  



Suddenly, the thick vegetation disappeared.  We were in a secluded 
cove about a third of a mile wide. Tall trees covered most of the 
ground.  The brushes had fragrant flowers of all colors.  The grass 
was greener than any I had seen.  The beach had fine white sand.  
Angela drove on the wet sand.  In a few hours, the tide would wash 
away the tire mark.  She stopped at the foot path of flat round 
stone. "Go to the house. Ring the bell. Then your fantasy begins. I 
will make sure that your luggage, well, anything you need will be 
there."



I rang the bell.  A low sexy voice said: "Come in."  She laid on the 
couch, wearing only a lace teddy and a G string.  Her long wavy blond 
hair reached down to her shoulder.  Her big blue eyes sparkled.  Her 
skin was flawless.  She smelled like orchid with a trace of hormone.  
A tattoo chain of tiny flowers encircled her left ankle.  The dimple 
made her looked innocent.  



"So, you are the slave.  Listen carefully to the rules.  You will 
obey me absolutely. You are here to serve me.  You will not have 
orgasm without my permission."  

"Yes mistress".  

"Take off all your clothes." I stripped with pride, knowing that my 
athletic body would please her.  My cock and balls are huge. She held 
out her right hand.  I walked up to her, putting my balls in her hand 
as a gesture of submission.  She squeezed them very hard, letting me 
know the punishment for disobedience.  I had to maintain an erection 
at all times.  It was easy with such a beautiful mistress.



I fixed mistress dinner, mixed her drinks, bathed her, brushed her 
hair, gave her massage.  I was an excellent masseur.  Mistress liked 
me to suck her toes.  I finished the massage by going down on her.  I 
licked her for hours.  She was in no hurry and had many orgasms.  We 
went swimming.  Instead of holding hands and walked on the beach, she 
put a leash on my balls and led me around.  She sometimes made me get 
on all fours so she could walked her dog, me, with the ball leash.  
Once in a while, she gave me a hard jerk. She liked to hurt my 
balls.  She knee them without warning.  She would find fault with me 
where there was none and kicked my balls.  Everyday, we repeated my 
first gesture of submission.  Her soft silky hand was strong as 
steel.  She told me Goddess gave male balls so that women could 
always control us.  I was grateful.  The pain kept me from coming.  
It was honey moon; it was better than honey moon.  Time ceased to 
exist.



It was like the night before.  I served mistress.  I sucked her to 
many orgasms.  Then I licked my way back up to her highly sensitive 
breasts.  Mistress liked her slave to worship them.  She pulled my 
hair hard, bringing my face to hers.  Then she kissed me deeply, our 
first kiss.  We kissed and kissed.  My hands roamed all over her 
body.  Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled hard. I was inside her 
for the first time.  My body was racked with pleasure.  "Oh mistress, 
I am afraid I am going to come."  Mistress fucked me with abandon.  I 
was losing control.  We came together.  I lost count of my orgasms, 
her orgasms.  Totally spent, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.



"On your knees."  I quickly got out of bed and kneeled in front of 
mistress.  Her voice was stern, but still sexy.  She could not hide 
her afterglow.  

"Did I tell you that you could come?"  

"No mistress."



Mistress brought out her stockings and tied me to the bed posts.  She 
stood above me, kicking my balls like she had done so many times 
before. My body, twisting in pain, aroused something in her.  
Suddenly she lost control and kicked my balls as if she was an Amazon 
warrior in combat.  Pain exploded. The room turned red.  I could see 
stars and lightning in a red sky and nothing else.  I swore I heard 
my balls pop.



I woke up on a beach chair, under a coconut tree.  On my left hand 
side was a small coffee table with half a glass of pina colada. I saw 
the seaplane across the bay.  Angela came out of the cabin with a 
large tray of seafood and fruit.  

"I must have made the drink too strong.  It really knocked you out."  

"Where is mistress?" I asked her.   

"Your fantasy ended."  

I reached down with my left hand.  My balls were still intact.  "I 
think she crushed my balls.  Pain just exploded.  I saw nothing but 
stars and lightning in a red sky.  I swear I heard my balls pop."

"I always make sure that my guests leave here satisfied.  And I 
always make them healthier.  After lunch, I will drive you to the 
pier".



When we were almost there, I finally got enough courage to ask Angela 
the question.  "Can I see mistress again?  I love her.  I don’t mind 
if she crush my balls or cut off my cock."

"No.  You come here to live out a fantasy.  The people you meet are 
part of the fantasy. You return home with a wonderful memory.  But I 
would like to introduce you to another guest whose holiday just 
ended.  It is a long flight.  You may enjoy her company."



She was already on the pier, sitting on her luggage.  She wore T-
shirt and shorts.  She had short, straight  brown hair.  Her big 
brown eyes sparkled.  A birthmark was very sexy.   She smelled like 
orchid with a trace of hormone. A tattoo chain of tiny flowers 
encircled her left ankle.  The dimple made her looked innocent.  Her 
low sexy voice said: "Hi.  My name is Lillian.  It is a pleasure to 
meet you."