"What is your name?" she asked.

"Thirty-Seven, Mistress."

"How long have you been with me?"

"Three years, Mistress."

"Ah, since I was fourteen. Were you one of my first?"

"No, Mistress. I was a special gift from your father."

"A special gift?" she frowned. "What's so special about you? Your penis is quite small, your physique is nothing special, and you don't seem to be particularly memorable."

"I am sorry if my penis fails to please you, Mistress," I said honestly. "But I was a special gift because I was an army general before I was your slave."

"Ah! I see," she said, rubbing her nipples as she washed a little water over her breasts. "A general. Were you a very good general?"

"If it pleases my Mistress, I was. I won over fifty battles. Before you father defeated me."

"I thought it was normal to cut off a general's penis?"

"It is, Mistress. But I was seen as a very important prize, so he gave me to you as a gift - intact."

"That's quite ironic", she said, sitting up in the bath. "Because I summoned you to talk about cutting your penis off. What do you think of that?"

"As my Mistress wills," I bowed, rather shakily.

"You think more than than, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tell me more," she said, sitting up on the edge of the bath, so she was looking up at me, deliberately putting my penis in our line of sight.

"Mistress... I believe I can serve you better if you let me keep my penis. It is your decision, of course - and it is your penis too. But I will better serve you if you let me keep it."

She reached up and gripped it lightly, running her wet hand up and down it, as thrusts of pleasure ran through me. I had to fight hard not to come, but I controlled myself.

"In what way can you serve me better?" she demanded, squeezing me a little too tightly.

"I am given to understand that when you cut off a slave's penis he may lose interest in sex," I replied weakly. "I would rather keep my interest in sex, so that I may please you."

"But your penis is too small to please me," she said with a laugh. "I don't even think I'd use you in my ass while I was getting proper-sized cocks in my pussy and mouth."

"Mistress.... I believe I am very good with my tounge," I said nervously.

"Really? I'm sure I would have noticed," she said, circling the head of my cock with her fingernail.

"I am sorry to say I have never had the pleasure of performing for my Mistress," I said.

"In three years? You've never licked me in three years? Why not?"

I paused, embarrassed. "Mistress, I love you so much I always come first in the evening."

That was the truth of it. I had once been a proud army general, with thousands of men obeying my beck and call, and hundreds of women to fuck me and suck me - and each other if I so pleased. But since becoming this young girl's slave I had forgotten most of my previous life, and had waited for more than a thousand days for the chance of touching her with my cock or my tongue.

Every night she had a group of slaves gather to come over her. She believed it was good for her skin, and had us all splatter every inch of her body from feet to shoulders and face, while slave girls rubbed the sperm in.

The shame of coming last was balanced against the pleasure of licking Mistress Helen's pussy as she lay soaking her skin. Even though one had to kneel amongst a pool of everyone else's come, and even taste it as one licked, it was worth it for the sheer pleasure of serving.

But since I had always come first, I could only watch, wanking again, as someone else brought her to orgasm.

As for the two morning and two afternoon episodes where she fucked all the big penises - I had never even been invited to come on her, never mind being her butt-plug. I would have gladly killed for those opportunities. But unless I could persuade her now, I wouldn't even have a penis to offer her, never mind a small one.

But Mistress Helen seemed to be impressed at what I'd said, because she stopped playing with my penis and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Really? Every time?"

"Yes, Mistress. Every time."

"You will lick me now, then."

"Yes Mistress," I said obediently, trying to stop myself from coming right away - and she knew that's how I felt because she looked directly at the head of my penis expectantly.

She lay back in the huge shallow bath and I climbed in and settled between her legs. After three years of watching her beautiful body being spunked on and licked, and three years of imagining what it would be like to make contact with her, I knew exactly what I would do. I'd wanked myself to sleep about it many times, then woken up later to wank again.

I placed my hands round her thighs and gently stroked them while I kissed round about her labia, licked her bald mound, kissed her pussy lips then plunged my tongue into her hole. I wrapped it round her clit, licking in every direction, changing all the time, and stopping as her thrusts increased to suck her pussy lips deep into my mouth. As she came I forced my face deeper into her, swallowing as much of her come as I could. She let me make her come twice more before she stopped me, gasping. It was just as well because, without three years of action, my tongue was in agony.

"Well, I'm impressed," Mistress Helen smiled down at me as I looked up between her breasts into her dominating eyes.

"I'm glad, Mistress."

"Come on my ass now."

She rolled over as I kneeled up, sliding herself back towards me with her legs apart so I could see the pussy I'd been worshipping under the shallow water. I pumped my penis as hard as I could over her wet ass, and it wasn't long before I came, spreading some on each cheek as she liked it, and allowing a little to drip into her crack and down towards her pussy. I immediately knelt down again to lick my spunk off her, exactly as she liked.

When I had finished, she rolled over again and sat back against the edge of the bath, facing me, her legs still apart, her pussy just inches from my still-erect penis.

"You may keep your penis for now," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I gasped, and this time it was impossible to stop myself from coming. We had been trained to produce lots of spunk so there was a fair load that spurted onto her breasts and belly. I was terrified - it was a dangerous thing to come without permission. But Mistress Helen laughed, and even tasted a little of my come, looking my in the eye as she did.

"I will forgive that," she smiled.

"I thank you, my Mistress."

"But I think I may remove one of your balls, just to demonstrate that you cannot be disobedient. What do you think of that?"

"My balls are yours, Mistress," I gulped. "As is my penis, and my heart. If you want to take one of my balls, I will gladly give it."

"I will take your biggest one," she said, grabbing my sack and comparing my testicles in her hands. "And you will still love me?"

"I could never stop loving you, Mistress," I blurted out, horrified. "If you think that, please take my penis and both balls right now!"

She laughed. "Alright, Thirty-Seven, I won't cut anything off you right now. You have pleased me."

I was genuinely relieved. "Thank you, Mistress. I live to serve you."

"I'll probably see you again in three years. Now go."

I bowed and left, still erect, with drops of come staining the palace floors as I returned to my cell.