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The beautiful mistress greets me and we exchange small talk about our mutial needs. I share my desire with her on how I would love to add my balls to her collection and the dick as well if she is led to excise it from me.
The mistress talks about her huge collection of over a hundred specimans taken from slaves over the years. after going through all the gorey details on what is entailed and the risks involved, I decide to have a regular erotic session and keep my privates intact. The Mistress is stunning and tall. She ties me to a table and starts to drag her long red nails down my chest stopping at my sac. She hooks the sac and pulls hard causing blood to flow freely down my ass. She takes a small bottle of clear fluid and pours it's contents on a rag and puts it to my mouth and shoves it inside. Everything goes dark fast and im out cold. When I wake I let out a blood culring scream, My balls and dick are in a small jar sitting on my chest. I curse her to the top of my lungs. She starts to laugh and tells me to look between my legs. I look down and see my dick and balls intact. The ones in the jar were of another slave. She tells me that my equiptment doesn't measure up to her standards and I wasn't a worthy subject to add to her fine colection. She untied me and showed me the door. I was so rejected that I quit the bondage scene and went out to find anyone who would accept a four inch thin hapless dick.
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