Chinese Extremes Part 2

Master and the woman clearly knew each other. They chatted away while Phil looked at the castrated sissy slaves in sexually excited horror. As soon as the pleasantries were over, their attention turned to Phil. The woman looked at him with disgusted interest, said something in Chinese and grabbed his cock-leash and led him to a corner of the room. Here stood what appeared to be stone altar. As he was tied down spread-eagle on it, Phil began to suspect that they were going to castrate him and he began to cry and beg. Master put an end to his pitiful whining by slapping his balls and telling him to shut up: "Useless round-eyed bitch!" he sneered, "Mistress Ming isn't going to cut off your useless, little clitty-thing, though you may soon wish she had. Now be quiet!" Once he was tied down everything he wore was removed: his stilettos, his corset, his gag and his collar. He was now completely naked. The woman gave an order to the castrated slaves and both she and Master turned to leave the room.

Before they left the slaves knelt and kissed the shoes of Master and the woman, lingering at their mistress' feet, clearly savoring the moment, enjoying the worship of their mistress. They remained kneeling until Mistress Ming and Master had left the room.

As they knelt Phil could see that they were both plugged with a monster butt-plug. When Master and the woman were gone, they stood up in the red twilight of the room and came to stand on either side of the stone slap Phil lay on. It must have required some effort since they were so small, but they swiftly and seemingly effortlessly clambered onto the altar to kneel on either side of Phil.

They started by torturing Phil a little. Showing exceptional skill with their hands and especially their mouths, they made Phil hard and needy in no time. Then they kept him there without allowing him to cum, for what seemed like an hour. After just a few minutes Phil was pleading to be allowed to cum and no long after that he was begging with tears in his eyes.