The next few days were spent almost entirely in getting order into our lives at the estate. The Queen spent a good deal of time away from us, coming to grips with her official duties within the Kingdom, and, of course, getting the full details of her business interests and ensuring that she knew all about them, not only their extent, but how they were run, and by whom. Some people were fired and others hired to take their places until her Majesty was satisfied that her affairs were both in order, and being efficiently administered. She quickly became, and I suspect always was, and effective manager of business affairs. I was sure that her enterprises would all prosper under her guiding hand.

As for we slaves, much time was spent completing our wardrobes, and custom built bondage devices. The Queen had decided that cuntslut and I would be permitted to sleep in the same bed but, unless specifically permitted to do so, we were forbidden to fuck when we were alone. This was as much an excersise in control as it was to preserve our reserves of lust for more appropriate settings. Princess supervised all the activities surrounding we slaves and went about her business with verve and efficiency. Cuntslut and I assisted her in every way we could, proudly modelling our costumes as they were completed, and meekly offering up our bodies to the cruel bondage devices, so that any minor adjustments to their design could be made to ensure that each perfectly complied with its design purpose.

Sex was never an issue at the estate. Both the Queen and Princess, being complete hedonists, were not the types to deny sexual release either to themselves, or their slaves. Needless to say, however, the sex that cuntslut and I indulged in was always bent towards providing them with lewd and lecherous entertainment as much as it was to allow us to experience the wanton lust filled pleasures that ensued. One thing was denied to me, however, in the seven days leading up to the contest I was to have with the King's personal cock sucker. I was not permitted to suck prick, or even dominant penis. In fact, considerable time was spent each day in reinforcing this denial. I was forced to watch cuntslut suck cock after cock while being teased about how she was enjoying herself while I was denied the longed for taste of male virility.

I must say that despite my own male core the longer this went on the more I craved the sensation of a hot stiff prick reaming out my yearning gullet; the more I longed for the musky flavours of hot creamy prick juice flooding my mouth and slipping down my gulping throat; the more I yeaned for the bounce of sap filled balls on my chin; the more I pined for the delicious humiliation of worshipping virile masculine sexuality. My Queen took special delight in pointing out to whoever might have been present, especially as the day of the contest drew closer, the haunted, yearning look that crossed my face whenever a male, servant, visitor, dominant or slave, came into our presence, and how my gaze was always immediately fixed on the crotch of the male, whether it was clothed or not, and how my tongue actually lolled out lewdly, when the cock was bare. She teased incessantly, and humiliatingly.

Another thing happened after cuntslut and I made our first unsupervised trip into the city. The gift my Queen had promised me was put on hold, as punishment for not having looked after cuntslut properly. I didn't miss this too much, not knowing, of course, what the gift would turn out to be at that time. I can tell you that this would most certainly not have been the case if I had known that information, indeed, the exact opposite would have been the case. It was also announced that a gift had been arranged for cuntslut. She too, was to be given her own personal toy to play with.

The slave that was acquired for Princess was ordered from a catalogue of life slaves. The subject was to be imported from abroad so it was going to take a while for it to arrive. Princess was pleased with the purchase, and had already ordered physical modifications to be made to the slave from a list made available by the actual slave itself, who had offered such things as an added bonus to the purchaser. I could only imagine what this slave would be like but, knowing Princess, I was sure that he or she, I suspected from Princess' natural sexual bent, she, would be bizarre in the extreme, and submissive to the point of fanaticism.

Her Majesty also announced, after a few days, that plans were already in train to entice Mistress Lotta and Master Frederick back to the kingdom, and to a fate that would destroy their self esteem forever. She took special sadistic pleasure in telling us that what she had in mind for that pair would take the wind out of their sails, and reduce them to a status that they fully deserved. I almost felt sorry for my former Mistress, but not quite, and looked forward to finding out what the Queen had planned for the pair.

One of Her Majesty's spies caught one of the King's guard who had been designated for me during the contest masturbating in the bathroom of one of the clubs in town. The King, of course, appeared mortified, and the guard was immediately replaced in my roster by one initially allotted to his slave. The errant guard had his balls brutally thrashed, and was then exiled from the Kingdom, the latter punishment much more severe to the man than the former, apparently.

At last the day of the contest arrived. I was dressed in a particularly erotic costume, all silks and satins, and designed to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The Queen and I were to attend the contest alone. Princess and cuntslut taking the opportunity to visit some of the more bizarre spots in the city while we so engaged. No doubt, little cuntslut would not have to worry about the wrath of the Queen on this trip. I was sure that she and Princess would enjoy the delights on offer immensely.

We arrived at the King's palace early in the day. I was filled with longing and prick lust, and could not wait to wrap my whorishly painted lips around the first cock. My lust was tinged with dread as well, of course. I could still not believe that my adored Queen would consent to have me castrated should I lose, but the fear that she might do so out of sheer anger haunted me and filled me with horror. If my Queen harboured similar thoughts she was certainly not letting on. For her it was business as usual, and her voiced thoughts were entirely those of a proud owner, exhorting her chattel to supreme effort in her honour. It was a matter of honour to my Queen, and it was my profound duty, in my eyes, to justify her pride and confidence in me. Failure was not an option, and I steeled myself to the trial ahead with renewed confidence and resolve.

We were ushered into the contest room by a footman. Preparations had already been completed in accordance with rules that the King and Queen had agreed previously. All that remained was for me to be put into the same bondage as the slave of the king. While this was being done I surveyed the other preparations. Two lines of bizarre seats were lined up facing each other, twenty seats in each line. Mounted on each seat was a male, naked from the waist down. While not slaves, each of the men had his hips and thighs fixed to his seat with tightly drawn leather straps. This was to ensure that they could not move they groins even the merest inch. The contest called for the slaves to suck, and not for the men to fuck face.

From my position, while my erotically clad body was fixed to its bizarre trolley like conveyance, I could not actually see any of the penises of the men, but already my mouth was watering in eager anticipation. My body was strapped securely to the trolley until only my head and neck were capable of movement. My arms and hands were encased in supple leather and rendered immovable. There was to be no assistance to my mouth during this contest from any other part of my body. It was purely a contest between mouths and tongues. To this end, once my body's bondage had been attended to I was covered completely with a black rubber sheet that hid my nudity completely, allowing only my head to protrude. My erotic body was not to be allowed to visually titillate my targets. The King's slave was similarly held in bondage. Two leather clad men stood at the sides of both of the trolleys, their tasks, obviously, to move their appointed conveyances down the lines as required.

When all was in readiness the King stood at the far end of the two lines of men, the Queen at his side, and announced:

"This contest will be decided by the number of cocks drained in the time allowed. The slaves will suck for five hours, non stop. The slave with the greatest total shall be declared the victor. The slaves shall completely drain each cock before being moved on to the next one. If a cock is seen to still be leaking after the slave's mouth releases it the slave shall be moved back to that cock, and not be moved on until the cock is seen to be no longer leaking. The referees, who are also the movers, shall make note of any cock cream that a slave might allow to escape from his mouth while he is draining a cock. Should a slave allow this to happen three times then the number of cocks that slave has drained shall be reduced by one as a penalty. The time will start when my Queen sounds the starting gun, and will cease immediately the siren sounds at the completion of five hours. Is all in readiness?" He finished.

When assured by the two umpire/movers that each was ready the King deferred to my Queen, who raised a starting pistol in the air. My heart pounded with lust and eager anticipation. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around a penis. I was ready! I was filled with delightful degradation! My senses were all attuned to male virility! My belly yearned for manly sex cream! The gun sounded! My heart leapt with slavish joy! My blood raced with wanton depravity! My mover wheeled the trolley I was strapped to in front of the first male.

I stared at the fully erect penis, supported by a set of sap filled testicles packed tightly at its base, with feelings of consummate happiness, and lustful desire. It was so big, and stiff, and hot, and its delightful aroma of male sexuality wafted into my twitching nostrils causing my lust to burgeon even more, if that were possible. I threw my head forward, mouth gaping wide, and enveloped the juicy penis head in my mouth. The luscious flavours of penis flooded my taste buds, and caused my captive nudity to shudder with joy. I sucked languidly at the ripe spongy penis head with utter devotion. I forgot, momentarily, the purpose of the contest as I wallowed in the exquisite degradation of having a penis in my worshiping mouth once again.

I sucked the penis with assured confidence imparting pleasure to its owner with no thought for any thing else. I soon began to plunge my mouth up and down on the beautiful penis, massaging its stem with my wriggling tongue, and erotically squeezing its lovely head with my throat muscles on each downward plunge. I decided, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I would enjoy the first orgasms my mouth worked for on each of the penises in my line without regard to the contest. I guessed that my special talents would come to the fore on the third, and especially the fourth time I worked on each of the penises, for I fully expected to be working up my line at least four times before the time expired.

I suckled the penis with all the erotic skill I possessed, and soon it was throbbing and pulsing in my warm wet mouth. I timed its eruption to an outward plunge of my mouth. My reward was a stream of rich, spicy ball cream splashing strongly against the back of my throat. I swallowed wildly, plunging my mouth back down on the wildly spurting penis until my stretched open lips were hard up against the man's hairy belly. The penis exploded six times before the power of its eruptions began to wane. I sucked at it like a demented vacuum cleaner the whole time, draining it of every delicious drop it had to give. When I surmised that the balls at its base were completely drained I allowed my pursed lips to squeeze the slightly wilted tube of all remaining juice as I allowed the penis to escape the confines of my mouth.

As soon as the penis had fully emerged from my mouth my mover moved my trolley to the next male. My lust crazed mind was still almost impervious to the import of the situation as I gazed adoringly at another hot stiff penis, and the promise of a fresh deluge of male sex elixir to savour and drink. I plunged my mouth down on the gorgeous pole of lust and sucked it with the same passion that I had employed on its predecessor and, all too soon for my liking the throbbing organ bathed my gulping throat in its mouth watering elixir. I was moved on to the next one and almost sighed in rapture when its hot stiff length was buried in my adoring mouth. I sucked each penis with equal fervour and descended into a world where the only reality was a stiff hot penis waiting to be sucked off to perfection by my insatiable mouth; where only hot tight testicles existed waiting to be drained of their luscious cream by my supremely talented mouth.

I noticed that my competitor finished his line while I was still sucking the cream from my third to last penis. I was not overly worried by this. I fully expected the King's slave to gain a lead at this stage of the contest. In fact, I was surprised that he didn't have an even larger lead. By the time I relinquished the twentieth penis for the first time, a little over a half an hour had elapsed. It seemed like a eternity to me, however, as I contemplated the joy of sucking each of the twenty penises off for the second time while my mover wheeled me back down the line to the first male.

I noted that his penis was almost fully erect once again. This time I spent less time pandering to my own humiliating pleasure, and sucked on the penis with all the erotic passion I could muster. All too soon it was flooding my gulping gullet with a fresh load of penis juice which I swallowed like a starving waif. By the time I reached the end of the line for the second time I had almost caught up to the King's slave, and I knew that I was about to come into my own. My jaws had began to ache a little by the time I was being wheeled back to the start of my line for the third time, and over an hour and a half had passed.

I contemplated the now limp penis dangling thickly between the man's thighs and smiled to myself while using my tongue to draw the soft stalk into the hot confines of my mouth. Even though I had sucked forty penises to gushing climax by this time I marvelled at the fact that I looked forward to sucking at least forty more with the same sense of wanton degradation and delicious lust as I had when I gazed upon the first of them. I was truly insatiable. I swallowed the penis completely, and allowed my throat to skilfully massage it while my incredible tongue lapped and laved at the testicles at its thickening base.

Within a few seconds the penis had grown to full erection once again and my tireless mouth plunged up and down on it with feral intensity until it exploded in ecstasy yet again, and I was privileged to drink another load, albeit a smaller one that it had previously surrendered, with sensations of submissive joy permeating my entire being. I repeated this erotic process with each succeeding penis and succeeded in draining each with still over an hour of the allowed time to go. When I was wheeled back down to the start of my line for the fourth time I noted that my competitor was almost ten penises behind by this time. The contest, as a contest, was already over.

It took me a lot longer to coax the man's penis back to erection this time but coax it back I did, and sucked it dry for the fourth time. When the penis washed my throat with its issue the only thought I had was that it did not surrender nearly as much cream to my for ever thirsty mouth this time, much to my disappointment. I managed to suck off ten more penises before the siren sounded signalling the time had run out. While I was wheeled up to the front of the room, before the seated royalty, I noted that the King's slave had not even finished the third rotation, and my heart pounded with pride and happiness. My adored Queen would be so pleased, and her pleasure was my sole reason for being. My own cock, which had stiffened immediately my mouth had engulfed the first penis so long ago, and remained so for the entire time, pulsed in ecstasy at the thought.

I kept my head lowered while the results of the contest were announced:

"His Majesty's slut sucked fifty seven cocks to completion. He has, however, been penalised three cocks for allowing juices to escape from his mouth on nine occasions. Her Majesty's slave sucked off seventy pricks, and has been penalised none. Her Majesty's slave is declared the winner!"

The King was angry, but managed to control his petulance with a show of good humour, but the tone of his voice left no one in any doubt that he was disgusted with his slave's performance. My Queen chided him by saying that he should be acknowledging my supreme talents rather than decrying his slave's performance. After all, she added, his slave had actually performed excellently, he had just come up against a slave with supremely attuned skills. The King informed her that the slave was hers now, reminding her of the terms of their wager. The Queen laughed at this, asking him what he was going to do for a personal cock sucker now. The King told her that a slave in training had offered his nuts to him only a few days ago, in order to be permitted to serve, so he would accede to that slave's desires that very day.

With that the King rose and left the room, still in a huff. The men who had provided the penises for the contest were assisted by servants from their seats and wandered from the room in dribs and drabs. While this was going on we slaves were also freed from our stringent bondage. As soon a we were free Her Majesty and I left the room and went immediately to the underground garage where the Queen's limousine awaited. The slave the King had lost was loaded into the boot of the car, and I was permitted to ride with her regal Majesty, a state of affairs that filled me with joy.

I knelt on the floor of the car, my thighs spread wide and undulating lecherously, my enormous prick stiff aching with lust, and my massive tits wobbling lewdly as I shook them erotically for my ruler's visual entertainment. The Queen smiled down at my lewdly cavorting nudity for a few seconds while the car moved off, then beckoned me over to her, uncovering her crotch at the same time:

"Come over here, my little pet," She said breathily. "Rest your head in my lap. You are permitted to kiss my pussy lips, but no tongue. I'm so proud of you, darling cockslut. You were so good today. The King is mad with jealousy, and that pleases me immensely. And it's all because of you, you gorgeous little cock sucking slut!"

I wallowed in the praise of my domatrix and as soon as my head lay against one of her full tights I tenderly, and with extraordinary devotion, began to kiss the plump lips of her exquisite pussy. I sighed with happiness when breathing the aroma of her royal pussy. "Has that sated your lust for prick for the time being, little slut?" The Queen asked teasingly. I glanced up at her to see if she needed a reply, and, noting that she did, began to rut my hips obscenely, as was required. The Queen nodded her assent, and I replied accordingly, "Nothing can satisfy my longing for hot, stiff penis to suck, adored Majesty, except for your divine pussy of course."

"Good answer, little whore!" The Queen laughed. "But I'm not going to let you suck it for me until we get home. I'm going to deliver this new slave to my brothel complex so he can begin earning his keep. While we're there I want to have a business meeting with the manager. There's a place called the `House of Divine Penis' at the complex. I think I'll put you to work there while I do my business. That establishment is dedicated to the oral pleasure of penises. You'll need to suck for pleasure alone there, not just to drain the prick. Would you like that, little harlot, or have you had your fill of cock for one day?" She inquired with a giggle.

"If it is your desire, adored Majesty, I would be overjoyed at being permitted to suck divine penis for you!" I cried with genuine devotion. Not withstanding my recent ordeal my depraved nature still ensured that my lewd cravings were in no way diminished. "You incorrigible harlot!" My Queen chortled. "You can't ever get enough, can you?" This question was of course, entirely rhetorical, and I continued to lovingly kiss up and down the Queen's warm, fragrant pussy lips, longing to plough my tongue between them but resisting the almost irresistible temptation to do so in deference to my ruler's command.

The big car glided through the streets towards its destination. I had not yet seen the Queen's brothel complex, but I had heard a great deal about it. It was considered the finest bizarre sexual establishment on the planet, and I could well believe that it would only improve further under the expert management of my Queen. I spent the whole journey with my head in her lap, devotedly kissing the plump smooth lips of her stunningly beautiful pussy, and breathing in the delightful aromas that that glorious female sex emitted.

The Queen drew me up onto the seat as we entered the ornate gates that guarded the premises. I could see that the complex consisted of numerous separate buildings within a high walled enclosure. Each building was connected to the others by covered walkways that ensured the privacy of patrons when they moved between them. This was not to say that people could not move from building to building in the open, as was evidenced by numerous patrons who were doing just that. Each building had a large sign that signified its specialty.

Our big car drew up before a building whose sign clearly designated its purpose, `House of Male Penis Sucking Pleasure'. It was dedicated solely to the sucking of penis by male whores. Once the car had halted two muscular, leather clad males came up to our window, which Her Majesty had opened. She informed the men that she had a new slave was to be put to work in the `House', and, of course, that the slave was in the boot. The men hauled the slave from the car and dragged him off to his fate even as the car drove off.

The big vehicle next pulled up before the `House of Divine Penis'. Her Majesty and I exited the vehicle, me walking behind my Queen at a respectful distance with my head bowed in deference. By the time we entered the plush building my prick had softened and swung heavily between my full thighs. Her Majesty was greeted by a tall leather clad woman as soon as she entered the building's vestibule. Her Majesty informed the woman, who was obviously the manager of this particular establishment, that I was to be put to work in the oral pavilion for a couple of hours while she went about her business. She then said to me that she would be monitoring my performance over the complex's sophisticated security and surveillance system. She then left the building, leaving me in the care of the haughty manageress.

"Now, what's your name, little slut?" The domatrix asked. "I am cockslut, sweet mistress, so named for the cock that dangles from my lewd fork." I replied, flushing with delicious shame. "Well, let's get you costumed up for your work, shall we?" The manageress commented, already moving down a long passage, with me, now crawling, following along. We entered what was obviously a dressing room and I was ordered to strip off completely, which I did immediately.

The domatrix took a thin patent leather strap which she fixed securely around my waist. She then tightly tied a soft leather cord around the head of my prick, then drew it through the crack of my arse, and tied it off to the rear of the waist strap. This caused the stem of my prick to be drawn savagely back between my legs, and up the chasm between my full shapely arse slabs keeping, it out of the way I presumed. It also meant that my swollen balls were separated by the thick base of the stalk. It all looked so sexy, as a prick in bondage always does.

The domatrix then put a ridiculously short, and bizarrely flared skirt on my body. When in place this skirt rode quite low on my hips, and flared out over my thighs, just concealing my captive prick and balls. Once in place, of course, the gender of my sex was disguised, although all seeing me like this would pick me as completely female. I was then led from the dressing room, and down to a large set of double doors through which we passed. The room we moved into was quite large and expensively fitted out. Ten comfortable chairs were scattered around its extremities, and one slave, dressed identically to me, was chained to each chair by means of a light weight chain attached to their ankles. I noted now the purpose of the tiny costume I wore. It made the sex of each of the slaves hard to discern although I noted that some of them were likely to be males, only because of the lack of tit development, not because of a lack of femininity or beauty of their features.

The manageress led me over to one of these chairs and unfixed the small slave attached to it. She ordered the slave to take a break and to report back in two hours, then bound me to the chair with the chain, padlocking it to my ankle. The domatrix then explained my duties to me. "Slut, I am about to re-open this room to patrons. You will vie with the other slaves to attract clients to your chair. The performance of slaves is constantly monitored by my staff and any who don't attract clients are subjected to severe punishment. You are permitted to use your voice as well as your sexiness to entice clients. When you have successfully lured a client to your chair you will pleasure him with all your devotion. Clients are asked for their opinions of the whores' performances, and any complaints are treated with the utmost harshness for the slut involved. Is all this clear to you, slut?" The domatrix concluded.

By this time my heart was pounding with erotic excitement and I answered that I understood completely. The domatrix then wandered off to another set of doors, and I took the time to further expect the room. It had a bar with a naked girl tending it. A myriad of more comfortable chairs were scattered around along with other items of furniture designed to cater to the comfort of clients. The chairs to which we slaves were attached were similar to medical examination platforms with stirrups to keep legs apart and to provide full and easy access to the crotch of the person seated in them.

As soon as the doors to the room were flung open men began to drift in. Most went up to the bar to get drinks and then took up seats around the room, then casually began to inspect the slaves on offer. I took my cue from the other slaves and was soon flaunting my near nudity at the patrons with consummate lasciviousness. I shook my fat tits sensuously, rolled my hips erotically, and lewdly licked my lips in obscene invitation.

Soon some men were doing the rounds to get a closer look at what the slaves had to proffer. "Sweet Master," I huskily breathed to a young male who had come over and stood in front of my chair. "May I have the unbridled privilege of worshipping your divine penis? Please Master, I long to pleasure your sacred penis. My long tongue loves to lap at hot stiff, dominant penis. Please Master, let me see it! I'll bet its the most beautiful penis in the world! Please adored Master, let me see it? Please Master?" I pleaded, shaking my huge tits wildly and rutting my hips like a demented whore.

The Master gazed down at my obscenely cavorting nudity with a mocking smile. He fixed my pleading eyes in a cold stare, and slowly allowed his right hand to slip down to his groin. His fingers located the tab of the zipper in the fly of his tight leather trousers. He teased me by pulling the zipper down , then pulling it back up again a few times while he listened to me continue to beg and plead with consummate depravity. After a few minutes of this obscene parody the young male finally relented, and opened his zipper completely. He reached into his pants and withdrew a penis and set of testicles that were beautiful beyond description. The penis was semi erect, long, and thick, and superbly shaped. As I gazed at the gorgeous male sex stalk with lust making my blood boil, all memory of the penises I had sucked earlier that day was banished from my fevered brain. I could think of nothing but getting my tongue onto the stunning penis waving erotically before my eyes. My brain could think of nothing but having my mouth on the penis and of drinking the issue of the fat, bulging testicles at its thick base.

"Oh Master, darling!" I squealed in wanton lust. "I just knew that you would have the most beautiful penis imaginable! I just knew that you would! Please! Please! Please, darling Master! Permit me to worship and adore it, and give it exquisite pleasure for you!" The Master grinned down at my servile, grovelling entreaties, obviously mocking my degrading depravity. He just nodded slowly, and informed me that he would try me out, but I had better be as good as I thought I was. I watched him remove his trousers, my mouth already watering with eager anticipation. I also noted, with some pride, that I was to be the first of the slaves to have succeeded in persuading a Master to grant his penis to adore and service.

The Master mounted the bizarre seat and spread his legs wide, resting them on the supports provided. This presented his splayed crotch beautifully available to me, and I immediately moved until I knelt between his thighs with my face a few inches from his now gloriously erect penis. I reached under the seat and made a small adjustment to its settings. This caused his firm muscular bottom cheeks to spread a little, just enough to bare the ring of his anus to my lust crazed gaze.

I Leant my head forward and breathed in the aroma of his hot aroused male sexuality deep into my lungs, savouring the heady aroma of male lust with surges of submissive joy rushing through my veins. I blew up and down the throbbing organ, titillating the Master, orally, with my heart felt gratitude to him for so honouring me, not to mention, praise for the virility and masculinity of his powerful sexuality. I kept this verbal, and tantalising teasing up for at least five minutes, raising the lust of the Master to fervour pitch before I finally gave way to my own utter, yearning to taste the beautiful penis standing so proud and excited before my face.

I began by tracing its hot length, from base to flaring head, with the tip of my tongue. I traced each of the pulsating veins that decorated the pulsing pole of lust with sheer joy and happiness. The Master was not unaffected by my worship. His breathing became a little more laboured the more aroused he became. His slender thighs knotted when I allowed my tongue to wash wetly over the spongy flesh of his penis's head, and I revelled in the musky flavours of the juices that had begun to seep from the little slit in its tip.

I then allowed my long warm tongue to wash liquidly down the hot stiff stem until I was able to lave it over and around the smooth testicles, so swollen with luscious sap, that rode tightly at the thick base. Each time my tongue reached back to the rear of the bulging testicles I was sure to allow it to lap wetly over the pulsating hole of the young Master's pouting anal ring, much to his delight. I continued to lap up and down the throbbing penis, drawing out the Master's pleasure with excruciating slowness. All the while I regaled the excited dominant with sexy erotic praise of the loveliness of his penis, the succulence of his testicles, the lusciousness of his juice, and the deliciousness of his anus.

It must have been a half an hour before I went to work in earnest on the young Master's gorgeous penis. My own state of mind was filled with depraved lust, and servile happiness by that time. I sensed that the Master was beginning to tire of the incessant teasing, and that it was time to bring him to the brink of release, then to keep him there for what would seem, to him, to be an eternity, before nudging him over the edge and plunging him into an explosion of sexual ecstasy such as he had never before experienced. It was going to take all my concentration to achieve this I realised, given the longing ache in my own heart, to drink his divine testicles dry.

I swallowed the man's penis down to its pulsing root, then allowed my throat to impart its own brand of ecstasy to the throbbing pole of virile sexuality. When I sensed that the young Master was about to explode in climax, I backed off and allowed his penis to come off the boil, only to start all over again. The dominant was kept on the edge of release for ages in this way. For my part, I was content to be kneeling between the wide flung thighs of a dominant male, with his beautiful stiff, hot, young penis filling my adoring mouth.

I would have kept the Master in this state of sensual rapture indefinitely if I had not glanced at a clock on the wall off to one side and saw that the two hours that my beautiful Queen had told me that I would be put to work were almost up. With a low hum of expectancy coming from deep in my chest, I went to work in earnest for the last time. I sucked the throbbing penis with a passion and joy that had my mind buzzing with happiness. All too soon it began to pulsate, and jerk in the hot wet confines of my elated maw.

I increased the intensity with which I sucked when the climax became apparent. The sensation of fulfilment that washed over me matched the mindless ecstasy that erupted in the Master when the first powerful spurt from his young testicles splashed hotly against the back of my throat. His come tasted so delicious I could barely contain my joy at being permitted to feast on it. The spasming penis exploded over and over in my mouth. I had withdrawn most of the throbbing pole from my mouth, so that I could experience the joy of each potent spurt washing over my wriggling tongue, and better appreciate the luscious flavours that dominated my senses completely.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and the penis ceased to gush out its rich, spicy issue almost abruptly, taking me by surprise, and filling me with a sense of loss that actually saddened me. Never the less, I was careful to ensure that my avid mouth drained the testicles completely dry before I allowed the softening tube of sated male sexuality to escape from my lips. I gazed up at the spent youth in adoring admiration, and breathed out to him how gorgeous his penis had been, how matchlessly delicious his testicle juice had been, and how privileged I felt at having been granted the joy of sucking him for so long.

In the midst of my farewell praise for the panting youth the manageress approached my chair, and signalled that my Queen was waiting. I deferentially packed the young Master's penis and testicles back into his leather trousers, taking the opportunity to place one final devoted kiss of sheer gratitude on the spongy penis head before my fingers zipped up the fly of the trousers.

The young Master staggered to his feet to the inquiry from the manageress, "Any good, love?" The man looked over at her incredulously, obviously not realising that she might not know of my prowess, and replied, "The best ever! The best ever!" The haughty woman smiled down at me, kneeling submissively at her feet, and commented that she would have to make sure that I visited again soon, I was obviously good at what I did. I made no reply to this compliment, sensing that none was required. The domatrix then beckoned me to follow her.

While crawling from the room I noted that a number of the chairs were now occupied. Near Naked slaves knelt between splayed open male legs, and submissive mouths worked industriously on stiff penises imparting slow and excruciating pleasure with profound devotion. A pang of jealousy flowed through me at the thought of the joy of those slaves. I naturally believed that every slave was as single mindedly devoted to hedonistic service as I was, and it filled me with envy to see other slaves engaged in erotic service when such pleasure was denied me.

We went back to the dressing room where I changed back into my normal slave costume, and then I was led back to the service entrance of the building. Our car waited for my arrival and when I approached it I found the chauffeur waiting at the baggage compartment, I flushed with shame, realising that I was not to be riding with my Queen for the trip back to the estate. I clambered into the cavernous boot and settled down in the rubber cocoon it had been transformed into for its purpose. The boot lid closed, plunging me into complete darkness.

I contemplated the perfect lifestyle I had now attained, all the way back to the estate. No slave had been born as lucky as I. From my initial submission, through an eon in the magical realm, and now in servitude to the beautiful Queen, who had been my sole love for as long as I could now remember. All of my bizarre and submissive yearnings were catered for, more than catered for. I had the companionship of the delightful cuntslut, and the unremitting discipline of the stunning Princess. But most of all I was permitted to serve my glorious Queen with all my heart. I was happy beyond imagining, and it showed in my every action.

As soon as we arrived at the estate I was ordered to my quarters for what remained of the day. I was reminded that next morning I was to ensure that cuntslut and I were appropriately dressed for a session of the kingdom's outlandish court which was scheduled for that day. I happily wandered off towards our slave quarters, having risen to my feet as soon as I was alone. When I arrived I found that I was still alone. Obviously cuntslut and Princess had not yet returned from whatever adventures they might have engaged in that day.

I stripped off and showered for an age, enjoying the warm cascading water while I soaped my svelte body and washed my long tresses carefully. After I had dried myself off cuntslut had still not returned. I was hungry, so I pressed the buzzer to our intercom and requested something to eat in appropriately deferential terms. I remained nude while I waited for the food to arrive luxuriating in my nakedness and still marvelling at what had been done to my physical appearance.

The food arrived. I kissed the boots of the male servant who delivered it, as was required of me, after he had set the tray down. Once the servant had left I sat down at the small dining table and consumed the delicious meal with relish. When I had completed the meal I again pressed the buzzer. There was no communication this time, it was merely a signal to the kitchen that the tray could be retrieved whenever it suited the staff. I then went into our bed room and lay on the soft rubber covering. There was no need for covers in our sleeping cubicle for the whole mansion was carefully climate controlled. Almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

Sometime later, I don't exactly know how long, I was woken by the arrival of cuntslut. The little slave, nude as always, snuggled up to me on the bed, and woke me up impatient to tell me of her day out with Princess. I noted, once having fully come to my senses, that it was close to ten o'clock, and I must have slept for three or so hours. I was still drowsy, but cuntslut would not be denied. She had been told of my triumph earlier in the day, and was so excited and pleased for me. I suspect that her delight with me had as much to do with the fact that when our Queen was pleased with the efforts a particular slave, we were all normally in for some sexy rewards over the next few days, as it had for the mere fact that I had done my duty.

The exited little harlot explained to me how Princess had taken her to the Queen's brothel while I was engaged in the competition with the King's slave. Princess had decreed that cuntslut be gang fucked in her cunt pit for the full length of time I would be engaged in my test. Cuntslut explained that Princess had decided that it was time for her to be introduced to sexual excess, and slave service. "She's going to have my arse pit gang fucked next time, and then I'm going to be mouth gang fucked! All this is training, darling Princess says, for the time that I'll be used in all my harlot holes at the same time! I can't wait for that day, darling cockslut! I can't wait!" The insatiable little trollop cried out excitedly.

Cuntslut explained that one of the buildings in Her Majesty's brothel complex was devoted to gang banging. It had separate rooms for cunt split, arse pit, mouth, and what she described as `round the world'. The cute little slut then went on to describe this, her first experience of sexual servitude with males in detail. She explained how her body had been placed in bondage so that her legs were kept spread wide baring her pretty cunt split, and tied down so that she could only rut her hips a little. Then cock after cock fucked her non stop, drowning her wanton cunt pit in man juice over and over. Her only respite was when a slave was brought in to suck her cunt split dry, whenever it got too sloppy from the constant use.

"Princess stayed the whole time to watch me being fucked, cockslut!" She exclaimed deliriously, "She even had other sluts brought over so that I could empty their dripping twat gashes after they had been fucked like I was! It was gorgeous, darling! I drank oceans of cock cream. Princess even allowed me to suck her sacred pussy to completion a few times. I was in slut heaven! I love being a lewd wanton harlot, darling cockslut! I love it so! Don't you?"

I agreed with her, of course, and with equal enthusiasm described the contest, my eyes lighting up with joy at the memory of my debasement. When I had finished my tale cuntslut asked, with a giggle of mischief, "Why do love to suck prick so much, darling? I would have thought that, having a prick yourself, you'd much rather play with cunt split, or worship divine pussy!" I laughed, but still managed to blush prettily while replying that sucking dominant penis or slave prick was especially degrading to me, and therefore so deliciously submissive. I explained that I equally adored worshipping sacred pussy, especially that of the Queen, and, of course, our Princess. But I experienced a special kind of shame when my mouth was filled with male sex meat. It made me feel so submissive and servile.

I'm not sure whether cuntslut understood or not. She seemed to think that while it was quite normal for a girl to suck another girl, it was somehow different for a man to suck another man. I supposed that it must have had something to do with her upbringing. We talked on for an hour or more until cuntslut began to yawn. She snuggled closer to me and buried her head between my fabulous tits and was asleep almost before I realised that she was no longer listening to me. I cuddled the nude slut with loving care, and was soon asleep again myself.

The gong woke us up at seven the next morning. I stretched contentedly before noticing that cuntslut was not on the bed. The cute slave was already in the shower, her excitement at the prospect of what this new day had to offer, making her impatient for it to begin. I joined her in the shower and we washed each other with gentle sensuousness. Once we had completed our ablutions we dried ourselves, and then went to our clothing closet to choose our costumes for the day at the court.

I chose a harem suit for cuntslut. One that made her appear more naked than if she had actually been nude. It had diaphanous pantaloons that were completely see through, and a vest that draped over her mountainous tits leaving their bottom halves completely bared. Before I dressed her in this ridiculous costume I painted the smooth lips of her cunt split with scarlet make-up, to ensure that they would be lewdly highlighted despite their covering. I also painted her stiff teats with the same care and they too stood out under the filmy material that draped over the jutting mounds of her lovely tits.

Her feet were shod in harem shoes with impossibly high heels. She wore her Queen's pendant, along with earings in the shape of erect cocks, and a bangle of intertwined cunts. Her ensemble was competed with a slut waist chain. This was so named because the word `slut' was formed by each four links. I allowed cuntslut to choose my costume, being sure, however, that the one she selected would meet with the Queen's approval. The one she selected certainly did that.

She chose a sort of full body harness made of pink satin. The harness served to accentuate the sexual aspects of my body. My huge tits were left completely naked, as were my prick and nuts. In fact the crotch straps associated with the harness were designed to present my sex in lewd detail. My fat swollen balls were captured in a band of the soft sensual material, and seemed to be thrust out. A tape at the base of my prick was devised to ensure that, once erect, my prick would not be allowed to soften. Cuntslut, of course, ensured that my prick was fully erect before this band was tightened in place. Lace frilled bands of material framed the jutting mounds of my massive udders presenting the smooth shapely mounds most erotically. Similarly frilled tapes of satin framed my bottom cheeks. Pink silk stockings sheathed my long legs and the inevitable spike heeled pumps completed my ensemble.

Cuntslut hung silver pendants in the shape of erect pricks from each of my rubbery teats, and from the skin at the rear of my prick, just below the flared head. Once we had dressed each other in our erotic finery we set about applying our make-up to each other's faces, and ensured that our lustrous tresses were well brushed out and shone silkily.

Princess entered our rooms just as we completed our preparations, and we knelt before her while she inspected our efforts. Princess expressed her delight at our choices, and filled us with joy when she said that the Queen too, was sure to be pleased with us. We were the ordered to don cloaks which would hide our bizarrely adorned bodies until we entered the court room and took up our places in the slaves' gallery. We left our rooms and headed to the garage. Princess allowed us to walk rather than crawl along behind her to ensure that we did not mar our appearances.

The trip to the court house took about a half an hour. The Queen had already left before us to give her time to set up for the coming trials. As soon as we arrived at the court house, which was a building in the King's palace complex, we saw that a number of vehicles were already parked in the block adjacent to the building, and people, generally covered with neck to ankle cloaks were milling around waiting for the doors to be opened. A small group of people, both slaves and dominants, were being ushered into a side door when we alighted from our car, and we were informed by an attendant that these were the defendants for the day.

Those put on trial were always slaves, but it was explained that, while slaves were the ones accuse, if found guilty their owners were also subject to penalty. It was considered that a slave could have no acceptable excuse for errant behaviour, even if that behaviour was as a direct result of commands from their owners. But if such circumstances were proved, then the dominant also attracted a penalty, as well as the slave in question. Dominants also attracted penalties if their training of their slaves was deemed to have been a factor in the slave's errant behaviour. Penalties handed down were deliberately designed to fit the `crime' committed.

A few minutes after we arrived attendants opened the main doors to the court house, and the waiting crowd were permitted to enter. Once inside our cloaks were taken by attendants. I blushed prettily when my lewdly clad body was displayed to the crowd, as did little cuntslut, not to mention the dozen or so other slaves that had come to witness the proceedings. All slaves were ushered off to the slaves' gallery which consisted of a raised platform running from the front of the main room to its rear. Evenly spaced on this platform were one meter square slave mats of shiny black rubber. Each slave was ordered to kneel on a mat and face the main area of the room, in display postures.

Cuntslut and I adopted our demeaning display postures immediately. We both rolled our shoulders sensuously, causing our magnificent boobs to shimmy sexily, and rutted our hips wantonly, in my case flaunting the hard stiff pole of my aroused cock with its sexily frames nuts, and in cuntslut's case, displaying her painted cunt split, with its teasing covering, with wanton delight. Other slaves off to either side of us performed in much the same submissive fashion.

The dominants, both male and female, took up seats in the room facing the ornately decorated bench, and, of course the dock. The dominants were all dressed appropriately in ensembles of leather, lace and shiny metal. The dominants, two men and two women, who were owners of accused slaves were seated immediately in front of the dock, and all looked expectant, with a mixture of excitement and trepidation showing on their faces. The accused were apparently held in a room behind the dock, and witnesses waited outside the room for their call to give evidence.

The dock itself was not really a dock in the normal sense. It was, rather, a raised platform about six feet square, with a ramp that led up to it from the door at the rear. The bench was merely a throne like chair. There was a table for the prosecutor in front of the crowd, but none for defence counsel. The accused were not permitted to be represented, and were required to fend from themselves, in the highly unlikely event that they actually contested the charge. The room was abuzz with expectation by this stage. We slaves were inspected by the dominants with obvious points of interest being pointed out about individual displays. Cuntslut and I revelled in our humiliation, and soon showed clear evidence of our own extreme arousal, cuntslut by a glistening of her painted cunt lips which soon had the diaphanous material of her harem pants completely transparent where it lay against her wet sex, and in my case by a small bubble of cock cream gracing the tip of my erotically swaying prick.

Our Queen, dressed in sumptuous, yet erotically dominant finery was seated on the judge's throne. She surveyed the room with a look of superior excitement, completely at ease with her position of power, and obviously enjoying herself immensely. Princess, also dressed in gorgeously dominant fashion, was seated in the prosecutor's seat. With a casual wave of her hand the Queen caused a hush to come over the room, and all waited, with bated breath, for the trials to begin.

The first slave to be accused was then summoned by a leather clad female usher. A male, completely naked, crawled up the narrow passage and onto the `dock'. The slave was a squat, muscular male with a hairy body. He took up a position of servile submission on his knees with legs spread, and hands clasped behind his head. The slave's long thick prick was soft and limp and hung between his splayed thighs. The Queen inspected the slave with a look of both anger, and disdain crossing her beautiful features. Anger because of the slave's limp cock, I suspect, and disdain because of the hairiness of his skin.

Princess rose from her seat preparing to commence the proceedings, but was halted by a wave from Her Majesty, "A moment, if you please, prosecutor!" She cried, then turned her attention to the slave, "You miserable swine! Is this any way for a slave to enter the presence of his superiors. React immediately, whore, or I'll have you removed from the court and banished from the kingdom, along with your owner, for ever!"

The kneeling slave's chest heaved with emotion. I could not tell whether he was reacting through fear, or if he was reeling with shock at the unexpected turn of events. The Queen waited, her wrath clear, while the slave sought to react to her command. Every one in the court held their collective breaths, wondering what might be about to happen, and you could have heard a pin drop. Somehow, the slave managed to respond to the dire situation, and his prick stalk began to twitch and swell. After perhaps thirty seconds or so it had reached almost full erection, and stood out from his hairy fork adequately, if not proudly. "That's barely acceptable, whore!" Her Majesty commented, then signalled to Princess that she could now proceed.

Princess again rose to her feet, and began to read from the paper she held:

"The slave pigprick is accused of baulking when required to place the kiss of submission on the sacred mound of a mistress when in the confines of a sexual and bondage boutique. Further more, when finally acceding to that display of submission the slave's performance in so doing was, obvious to all seeing it, deemed totally inadequate. All witnesses to this incident agree with the severity of the charge as read, my Queen." Princess related, and then resumed her seat.

The Queen fixed the kneeling slave with an icy stare and then announced:

"Whore, I find you guilty of the charge brought. You will be taken into custody for the next week, and installed in the `House of Drooling Cunt Split' in my brothel. There you will beg to be permitted to tongue kiss the dripping cunt split of each and every slave harlot who deigns to notice you. When, and if, they accede to your pleas you will, with due deference, and complete submission, tongue kiss the sloppy twat gash presented to you. At the completion of each act of submission you will express you absolute joy at being permitted to perform so glorious a task. Failure, on your part, on any occasion will result in your immediate, and permanent banishment from this kingdom." Her Majesty surveyed the kneeling male, noting the heaving of his hairy chest as she informed him of his fate, but she was not yet finished:

"Further more, whore, at the end of each day of your incarceration you will present a stiff prick stalk for the application of ten strokes of the cane to its entire length as payment for entering my presence with it hanging limply, rather than in a state commensurate with being permitted to be within my sight." Then she turned her attention to the owner of the slave, and gazed at that man with even more malevolence, "As for you," She said with scorn dripping in her voice, "We expect, in this kingdom, that slaves be fully and immaculately trained in all arts of submission, regardless of sexual orientation. While your slave serves his sentence you will be banned from all places of entertainment within the kingdom. Should your slave ever err again, and be brought before this court, then both he and you will be subject to permanent exile from the kingdom."

The slave's owner blushed with shame at the Queen's obvious disdain, and bowed his head in contrition. The usher then removed the slave from the dock, and prepared for the next accused. This one was to be a female slave. It was expected that her performance would be of a higher quality than the prior male's, given that Her Majesty's high standards had now been promulgated. I could not make out how the audience had reacted to the first `trial' but they seemed to have been struck dumb by the proceedings. I was sure, however, that the penalties imposed were being seen as harsher than they had been used to. Cuntslut and I, of course, harboured no such surprise. We knew all too well how sadistic our beautiful owner was, and how deliciously vindictive she could be. My huge prick pulsed with excitement while I watched the proceedings, almost wishing that it was I to be judged by the court, so that I could experience the extreme humiliation it inspired, not to mention, be subjected to a delicious punishment as a result of my sin.

The next accused slave was summoned to the dock. The girl was young and slim with almost no tits at all. This had more to do with her natural build than her age I was sure because she looked as though she was in her early twenties. Her face was heavily made-up and her crotch was hairless. Her cunt split was long lipped, and the twat flaps themselves were plump and full, in contrast to her slender build. Prominent inner twat lips hung below the fleshy outer ones by almost an inch. The slave's girl prick was long and thick, and was already nudging the tops of her twat lips apart as arousal set in.

By the time the slave had adopted a posture that displayed her sexuality fully I saw that the tip of her girl prick was peeping sexily out from the loose skinned sheath that held it. The slave was obviously nervous, and no doubt fearful of her coming humiliation, but that same degradation was also causing her body to react with appropriate sluttishness. Once in position the girl swayed her hips, almost imperceptively, as if ashamed of her displayed sex. Her Majesty, noting this, frowned a little, but didn't say anything about it, perhaps even sympathising with the slave, but I doubt it.

Princess rose to her feet once again, and read from her charge sheet:

"The slave titlesstrollop is accused of showing reluctance when commanded to display her whorish cunt split to a Mistress in a lesbian boutique. The wilful slut expressed embarrassment as an excuse for her reprehensible action. The harlot's owner, who witnessed this act of calculated rebellion and was acutely shamed by it, has brought this charge herself, and begs the court to impose a penalty commensurate with the grievous nature of the offence." Princess, having completed her task resumed her seat.

The Queen remained silent for a few seconds, obviously weighing up the charge, and of course, racking her brains to come up with a suitable punishment for the trembling slave. She fixed the slave in an icy gaze, and then announced her judgement:

"You are obviously guilty, whore! You will learn that slave's have no rights what so ever in this kingdom. They are, at the very least, required to react to the commands of superiors without the slightest hint of demure. The mere fact that a dominant noticed you should have been enough to send you into a paroxysm of submissive delight. Instead, you have shown yourself to be `modest' beyond all expectations and all required behaviour. Why, even now you display your sexuality to this court with less than appropriate submissive eagerness and debauched elation." The slave trembled with even more trepidation while the regal Queen spoke, but I noted that her hips seemed to undulate with a little more lasciviousness when she learned of her fate.

"In keeping with your crime, wilful slut, I have decided that you will spend the next week in my whore house. You will be installed, completely naked, in the `House of Lesbian Delights' and subjected to the most stringent of bondage. Bondage that will allow you, however, the ability to spread your thighs sluttishly wide . Once installed you will, whenever anyone comes within ten feet of your captive nudity, throw your legs open to the fullest extent possible, and display your lewd cunt split with utterly wanton depravity. You will then beg, in the most obsequiace terms, for the person to enjoy the depravity of your lewd twat gash. You will undertake both acts in the most demeaning mode imaginable regardless of whether the person be a domatrix, or another slave. While your obscene whore gash is on display in this fashion you will flaunt it with joyful depravity while describing it clearly and unequiovicably, as the most debauched and perverted cunt split in eternity."

By this time the slave was blushing scarlet, and her stretched open thighs were visibly shuddering. I noticed, however, that the tip of her girl prick had emerged a little further from its protective sheath, and that her plump cunt lips had begun to glisten with accumulated moisture. Despite her acute humiliation the slender harlot was obviously beginning to revel in the depths of her depraved shame.

"Should you continue to display even the merest hint of reticence while you sentence is being served the Mistress of Dyke Sluts will administer ten strokes of the tawse to your errant gash on the spot, and this punishment will be repeated mercilessly, until she is satisfied that you are performing satisfactorily." The Queen then turned her attention to the distraught slave's owner. She praised the woman for her honesty and courage in bringing her whore forward when she was found wanting, and, of course, levelled no blame and imposed no penalty on the relieved domatrix.

This slave was then removed from the courtroom, and the next to be judged was called for. This time another naked female chattel crawled into the `dock', and displayed her lush charms with consummate depravity. The slave girl was in her twenties, and was relatively well built without being voluptuous in the sense that I was. Princess once again stood a read out the charges. It seemed that this slave, when given by her Master to his friends for a little arse pit fucking actually called `enough' after a mere two hours of constant reaming. The Queen was quite severe on the slave, sentencing her to a ten hour bout of gang arse fucking, and twenty strokes of the cane to her saucy tits.

A number of other slaves were brought before the court, and each was dealt with with appropriate efficiency and dispatch by my Queen. Eventually Princess announced that only one errant slave was left to be dealt with. This slave was a young male who, it was explained, was only a recent convert to sexual submission. A most beautiful boy imaginable crawled into the dock and took up a wantonly depraved posture. I literally drooled with lust a the sight of his gorgeous stiff cock. He was, of course, shaved completely clean in his splayed open fork, and a perfectly shaped cock, seven inches in length and one and a half inches in diameter, arched lewdly out from his crotch. A set of balls, the size of duck eggs nestled sexily at the base of the lovely prick, so smooth and succulent that I thought my heart would break with longing.

The Princess stood for the final time and read from her list:

"The slave prettyprick is accused of baulking at the prospect of sucking a dominant male's penis when granted the privilege of doing so while visiting the `Haven of Slaves'. His Mistress throws herself on the mercy of the court, pleading that her slave is new to submission, and his training is not yet complete. The slave did eventually do his duty, but the Master involved was displeased with both his expertise, and eagerness, and was especially disturbed by the slave's obvious hint of distaste when the Master so gratuitously granted him the sacred elixir of his testicles."

The Princess resumed her seat and my Queen began her deliberations. She addressed her comments to the slave's owner first, a quite young girl, who stood and waited for Her Majesty's pleasure:

"I see that you are as inexperienced as your chattel and will take this into account, little lady!" The Queen stated, "However, you must learn, and learn quickly, that slaves should not be exposed publicly until you are sure that they are properly trained. It is not only embarrassing to you if a slave in your possession performs badly, but also to those you come in contact with. I have decreed that you spend two weeks, as a sort of apprentice, to the Mistress of Cocks. She will teach you how to subjugate a male slave to the joys of prick worship." The Queen then turned her attention to the slave:

"You, slut, must learn that sexual orientation does not exist, for a slave, in this kingdom. All slaves are expected to submit themselves to whoever desires their service regardless of sex. You must learn to yearn to serve cock and cunt with equal enthusiasm and utter devotion. No sexual act is taboo for a slave. You must train your heart to ache with the craving to worship hot manly penis with a fidelity and zeal indistinguishable from that you display when granted the privilege of worshiping pussy. To start you off on this course you will join your Mistress under the care of the Mistress of Cocks at the `House of Divine Penis' where she will instruct you in the art of pleasuring penis."

The Queen did not immediately dismiss the slave on this occasion, however, but continued:

"Before you are dismissed I have decided that a public display of your acceptance of my judgement is called for." The slave reacted to this statement with delicious humility. His gorgeous prick pulsed visibly, and a drop of cream glistened at its tip lewdly. The slave, although raw, was obviously acutely attuned to the glory of his submission. I thought to myself that he was going to indeed make an excellent slave, and that he reminded me of myself an eon ago. The Queen continued, and what she now said made my heart flutter with delicious humiliation:

"My own personal serf is exquisitely trained in the art of prick worship to the extent that he no longer differentiates between prick and cunt in his submissive acceptance and eager passion. Cockslut," She continued, pointing at my perversely displayed nudity, " Will present you with his prick. Before he offers it to your submissive mouth he will give you a commentary on the delights of prick worship. When he has finished you will be permitted to beg him to allow you to suck a load of cream from his big, stiff, aching cock. He will, of course, not deny you this pleasure, and we would watch you make love to a cock like a lewd slut should!"

The Queen then motioned to me to join the slave prettyprick in the `dock'. My heart pounded with lust as I shuffled off towards the front of the court ensuring that my progress was as humiliatingly obscene as possible. As I passed cuntslut the little trollop whispered petulantly, "You're so lucky, cockslut! You get all the good jobs!" I smiled inwardly at her annoyance but, never the less, revelled in my own submissive happiness at once again being made to humiliate myself for the glory of my Queen. I mounted the `dock' and knelt before slave prettyprick, still marvelling at the sheer beauty of his succulent prick and balls. I waved the aching stalk of my own enormous cock before his excited eyes, noting not a hint of rebellion in his eyes, and wondered if this performance might not have been a set-up by both he, and his Mistress. Once in place I opened my mouth and began to regale the young slave with the joys of submission to male virility.

"Oh slave prettyprick, you must surrender completely to the sheer joy that being permitted to adore stiff, hot, manly, virile masterful penis brings to any true slave. You must yield to the unadulterated depravity that a command to service a slave cock engenders. You must submit to the immaculate happiness that only accrues when your lips are stretched wide around the base of a magnificent penis, and its hot pulsing length fills your worshipping mouth to capacity, and its succulent head invades you adoring throat, and the mighty, sap filled testicles at its base rest heavily on your chin."

Losing myself completely in sheer lasciviousness of the scene I began to describe the joys of cock sucking with ever more glowing depravity. My words were having an effect on the young slave from the look in his eyes, which now reflected a kind of haunted yearning, and were fixed unwaveringly on the swaying length of my throbbing erection. "You, sweet prettyprick, must immerse yourself in the undying euphoria of feeling a splendid penis throb in your mouth. You must wallow in the pristine rapture that accrues when your taste buds are flooded with the rich flavours of a potent penis. And finally, darling slave prettyprick, you must revel in the unadulterated ecstasy that explodes over your entire being when the manly penis you are so privileged to be permitted to suck on surrenders to you lascivious talents, and sprays your adoring gullet with an ocean of succulent, luscious man juice for you to feast on to the crescendo of joy and adulation filling your slave heart and sole."

By this time, in my mind, the slave and I were the only ones present, and my own yearning to pleasure his prick was almost unbearable. I cried out to my Queen in wanton lust, begging to be permitted to worship the slave's beautiful, beautiful cock. The Queen, of course, denied me this prize but used my lecherous reaction to my position to illustrate to the slave, and to all present in the court, how a truly, perfectly trained slave reacted to being in the presence of a stiff, hot, naked prick. She pointed out that merely being associated with such a prick caused me to concentrate all my faculties on its pleasure, regardless of whether it was a divine dominant penis, or depraved slave cock. This, she explained, was appropriate behaviour for a slave steeped in sexual submission. She then gave me permission to place one kiss on the tip of slave prettyprick's gorgeous cock, before offering my own to him as she had decreed.

I was sure now, that slave prettyprick's `crime' had just been an act, probably dreamed up between he and his Mistress as a means of demeaning him in public to cater for his submissive yearnings in a new, and deliciously dangerous manner. His eyes betrayed his excitement and happiness at his imminent humiliation, and betrayed not the merest hint of rebellion at being forced to pleasure another male's cock. I leant forward, and with almost religious devotion, pressed my painted lips to the hot, moist tip of his prick. I revelled in the hot meat my lips kissed, and allowed the tip of my tongue to sweep away a globule of juice that had seeped from its slit. It tasted delicious, as I knew it would, and it was a wrench for me to finally remove my lips from the standing sex stalk.

I reared back up and waved my own aching stalk in front of the young slave's expectant face. "I offer you the stiff, hot, aching pole of lust sprouting from my lewd fork, slave prettyprick!" I cried out in wanton excitement. "Submit to my Queen's authority utterly, sweet slut, and worship the stalk of slavish, lustful depravity with all your heart!"

The young slave almost smiled with pleasure, but managed to maintain at least the facade of being a recalcitrant slave, in his reaction to my lascivious plea. With a voice that wavered in lustful passion, but, I suspect, was supposed to be quivering with mortified shame, he stuttered out, "My Queen, I submit, unreservedly, to your judgement, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for the opportunity to worship the magnificent prick of your beautiful personal slave. I promise, my Queen, to display a level of submission to this mouth watering prick that will demonstrate my complete surrender to your will, and pray that my performance will meet with your approval!"

The slave then leant his head forward, and lapped the hot meat of my pulsing stalk, from thick base to dripping tip, with one long, languid stroke of his warm, wet tongue. My thighs trembled in pleasure at this exquisite sensation, and my cock throbbed with a surge of fresh lust. The young slave lapped and laved at my standing stalk, covering it from base to tip, over and over, until it shone with his drooling saliva. He then took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed the entire pole in one mighty gulp. I almost swooned with pleasure when his hot mouth captured my tense, pleasure filled sexuality, and he sucked on it like the lust crazed animal he had been reduced to.

The wanton slave sucked my prick with a passion bordering on insane lust. He was obviously overjoyed to have his submissive mouth packed with mighty male sexuality. His tongue massaged my stalk ecstatically. His throat squeezed my drooling prick tip devotedly while his fingers gently, and tenderly caressed my swollen nuts. He soon began to bob his head up and down while he sucked with wanton depravity that had me shaking with lust. I somehow managed to contain my desire for as long as I could for, despite the churning of the juices in my balls, I knew that my Queen would expect me to make this slave work hard for his reward, to demean himself totally before the juices he sucked so ardently for were granted to him. But it soon became impossible for me to contain myself. His clever lips and tongue had worked their lewd magic, and my prick pulsated madly, way beyond my control.

The passionately sucking slut, sensing that I was about to climax, allowed my entire prick to escaped the clutches of his depraved mouth. He grasped my throbbing stalk in both hands and began to pull on it wildly while his tongue slobbered obscenely over the big flaring head of sex meat at its apex. I almost squealed in ecstasy when my orgasm broke. Stream after stream of scalding male sex cream gushed from the tip of my spasming prick and cascaded over the triumphant slave's wriggling tongue. His throat gulped wildly while he fought to swallow the spurting juices, and not waste a drop. His fists squeezed my jerking pole with ever increasing force, drawing every drop I had to offer from the pleasure soaked stem. He joyously swallowed my cock juice down, revelling in his shame and humiliation, and basking in this most perverse demonstration of his depraved submission.

My chest heaved, my massive tits rising and falling as the climax of my orgasm passed, and I began to come down from my sexual high. The dutiful slave squeezed every drop of cream from my spent prick and tongued it into his avid mouth. He continued to kiss my prick, which had remained stiff and erect, despite my shattering orgasm, long after he had drained it. His eyes shone with submissive happiness while he marvelled at my show of male potency, no doubt wondering how my prick managed to remain stiff after such a strong and liquid orgasm. The Queen allowed the slut to kiss the prick he just emptied for a few seconds before she commanded me to return to my position, and dismissed the slave.

That completed the proceedings of the court for that session. Before the court was cleared the Queen commanded the Mistress of slave prettyprick to approach her. The two conversed for a few minutes while the rest of the audience cleared the room, taking their slaves with them, until only Her Majesty, Princess, cuntslut and I remained. We were then, with appropriate ceremony, escorted to our own limousine. Cuntslut and I were permitted to ride in the cabin with Her Majesty and Princess on the way back to the estate. The Queen asked me if the slave was any good. When I answered in the affirmative, she seemed to agree with my assessment that the whole thing had been a set-up, and that my prick had certainly not been the first that little male slut had ever lovingly, and devotedly sucked on.

She informed us that slave prettyprick's Mistress was in fact his sister, and that she had initiated further contact with the slave, although she was not interested in the Mistress. Being the ruler, of course, meant that the Mistress' wishes were of little consequence in any case. I shivered with pleasure at this news, as did little cuntslut, kneeling beside me. I looked forward to being allowed to reward the slave for his exquisite sucking of my cock by being permitted to reciprocate. Once we arrived at the estate we slaves were banished to our rooms for the night as Her Majesty and Princess were scheduled to attend a diplomatic function, where the presence of sex slaves was not appropriate. We were, of course, forbidden to fuck while being alone, and un-supervised.