Angel and Leiha - Part 1

Yes, this is based on a true story, welcome to my life. The names are
changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent. This is either the
first of two or three parts, we’ll see.

I was, 29 years old, out of law school over a year, working for a
government agency, prosecuting white collar criminals. I was still in
the military in a reserve status. I’d been through a hell of a lot in the
previous ten years or so, character building my father would tell me,
but I wasn’t sure I agreed. In any event, it did not prepare me for what
was to follow. I met her at a party. It was one of those political
fundraisers, one you have to go to when you are employed by the
government. I was new to town, and she was... well, she was drop dead
gorgeous. I’ve never had problems with women, other than the four
years I was locked away for college at a military academy, but I knew
where I was “batting” so to speak. An “eight” or an “eight and a half”
were about my range.

I keep fit, am good looking, relatively successful, and well endowed

where it matters, but I knew my limits. She was a ten and well outside
of where I typically dated. A “trophy wife,” was the term used at the
large law firm where I had spent my summers during law school. The
one senior partners used to marry. Twenty seven years old, five foot
five, a bit taller with her heels, slender, well exercised legs, and a body
that looked like it stepped out of a playboy magazine. Her face was
stunning, and her hair, a light brown, a bit past her shoulders. I was in
awe as I first spotted her across the room. I made my way over,
figuring, one way or the other, I was going to talk to her - whether I
made a fool out of myself or not. “Hi” I said, following up with an
introduction, and asking for her name, with all the courage and
confidence I could muster. “I’m Leiha, nice to meet you,” she
responded. We struck up a conversation and it seemed to last for
hours, finally setting a date for the following Wednesday.

I was running a bit late, and while I’d never have been late as a matter
of course, the judge in the trial I was handling decided to keep us to a
grueling schedule, in order to try to force the defendant, or more
specifically his attorney, into settling. I called during a recess,
explained myself, and told her that my lateness would just add to her
excitement and anticipation of seeing me later, with a half laugh, so she
wasn’t quite sure whether I was joking or not. She laughed as we hung
up, and I high tailed it out of the courthouse and out of downtown to
meet her. It was an outside restaurant, in an older part of town, and we
hit it off wonderfully. Several more dates followed, all ending just as
wonderfully, but she never allowed me to pick her up, and the only
phone number she left for me to call was a cell - perhaps she
recognized, correctly, that if I had her home number I’d have made a
few phone calls and tracked down her address. I thought this a bit odd,
and, being my somewhat skeptical self, asked her about it. She
explained that she lived in a place she was embarrassed of living in,
and would prefer some privacy until she felt ready to “let me in” on
where she lived. I presumed it was just a poorer area of town, and left it
at that.

Several more dates followed, including talk about the future,

commitment, and kids. I was in total bliss. We started seeing each
other more regularly, met parents, took out of town trips together,
worked out together after work, had dinner with each others friends -
but never at her house, and several months passed. Still, she wouldn’t
allow me to come to her house. I couldn’t understand it, and it began to
cause a couple fights. She asked me to trust her, and I did, but found it
harder and harder to have whatever it was she was hiding kept from
me. We’d been dating for several months, many more than I was used
to, when after cooking her dinner, she said she wanted to change into
something more comfortable, and came out wearing the sexiest piece of
white lingerie I’d ever seen. “Damn,” I thought to myself, “she fills that
out nicely.” Part of her was trembling, and I wasn’t sure why. All I
could really think about was how incredible she looked. We took our
time, exploring each other’s bodies. As she removed my boxers, she
smiled. As she pulled out my now stiff 8” cock, and balls, she whispered
“that’ll do,” and I replied back with a typical smart ass remark “well, I
sure hope so, wouldn’t want you having to find another man to fill your
needs,” with a half laugh. She just smiled. We made love, not in the
typical tearing-each-other’s clothes off way that is typical for first time
encounters, but in the patient, really taking our time with each other
kind of way. I brought her to orgasm several times, and after held her
until the sun came up. Honestly, I had never, to that point in my life,
ever really give a damn about the person I was with enough to go at it
that way. She turned to me, before drifting off to sleep, with tears in
her eyes. I asked her if something was wrong, and she said “no,
everything is right.”

About a week later we were out to dinner with her and her friend
Angel. Of course I’d met Angel before, but this time was different.
Angel and Leiha worked together in one of the Representatives offices.
Angel was a knockout as well. Black hair, 5’7”, and twenty eight years
old, I certainly admired the Representative’s taste. This was not a
typical social dinner - there was tension in the air. “Sweetheart,” Leiha
began, “I haven’t told you where I lived before and I know it’s really
bothered you.” I responded in the affirmative. She continued, “Angel
and I have been roommates for several years, and well, it’s been a bit
more than that.” Shit, I thought to myself, is she about to break up with
me? I looked at her, and said “I see, and is this still going on?” She
responded it was, immediately saying “I love you, I love you so much,
but I love her too.” I was blown away. What do you say to that? I knew,
at that point, that I loved her, and told her as much, but immediately
asked “what does this mean for us?” She responded, touching my hand,
that it didn’t mean much of anything would change, except that I
needed to be OK with her loving Angel, and that, in time, she hoped
that Angel and I would grow feelings for each other as well. Angel also
smiled at me, and said that she was comfortable with me, and that we
could work this out.

I wasn’t sure I could, or would accept that. I left dinner, feeling hurt,
mainly at being lied to, and didn’t speak to her for a week. To her
credit, she let me be. I called the following week with both women, and
again had dinner at my house, explaining that I loved her, and would
remain with her, and with Angel. I added, “I love you, no matter what,
and will do anything to be with you.” She looked at me, her eyes
flashing, and said “Well, that’s good, because there is more that we
need to share, but not right now, this has been hard enough on you.” I
sat there, and thought to myself, what the hell else could they have in
store for me? It didn’t matter, because the next thing I knew, Leiha,
Angel and I were in my bedroom, and my initial apprehensions to the
arrangement quickly faded. To say it was incredible goes without
saying. I have never, ever done anything like that. The entire situation
was surreal. I fell asleep, with my arm around both women, Leiha
between Angel and I. I thought, perhaps I was dreaming about this,
because who the hell does this happen to? The sex, between the three
of us, increased, to about three times a week, and Leiha and I shared
one night week alone. I assumed, and later found out that I was right,
that Angel and her shared another night alone. This went on for weeks,
but a lingering thought entered my head, which is what the hell else
were they not sharing? Somewhere along the way we all agreed to
begin completely shaving our genitals. At first the itch was unbearable,
but it made the sex a hell of a lot more exciting - not that any more
excitement was needed given the two partners I was enjoying myself
with.

It was a Friday night, and I’d had a rough week at work, having lost a
relatively high profile case - there were issues with improper police
work, and evidence got suppressed. I came home to a note on my door,
“316 Terrace Dr., we’ve laid out clothes for you, 8PM, don’t be late. --
Leiha and Angel.” I went to my bedroom, and found a leather outfit. I
thought to myself, geez, I get pulled over on my way there and these
and it’ll hit the press tomorrow. But curiosity got the best of me. I got
in the car and made my way to the other side of town. The size of the
house was more than I expected, it had to have at least fifteen
bedrooms, and leading up to the house was a gated private drive. I rang
the buzzer, and a voice that sounded like a man’s voice said “who is it?”
I introduced myself and he said “ahh, we’ve been expecting you.” I’ve
seen movies, and every instinct in me said to run the hell away and
don’t look back. Expecting me for what? To chop my head off, or
worse? Well, I’m curious, figured that I was high enough profile to at
least invoke a full scale search and inquiry into whatever happened,
and while it killed the cat, I thought what the hell, and drove on up. To
be even more honest, the thought of hopefully seeing both Leiha and
Angel dressed as I was too much to bear.

I drove to the top of the driveway and noticed several cars at the top. I
got out, rang the doorbell, and a man in his mid thirties answered the
door. He was just about completely naked, wearing a leather hat and
some boots, and as I looked down I noticed something missing - his
balls! What the fuck did I get myself into, I thought, and turned to get
the hell out of there when I was grabbed by two other men, similarly
without testicles. Ohhh shit, I thought to myself, I’ve got to figure out a
way out of this, trying to squirm from my captors grasp, figuring that I
was the next to lose my manhood. They dragged me to a large room,
where I noticed a group of women and two other men dressed in
leather as I was, seated generally in front of a large table set several
steps above the room in its center, as well as about eight other eunuch
men, standing about the sides serving drink and food, but neither
Leiha or Angel were anywhere to be found.

I screamed “What the hell is wrong with you people, let me go now, do
you knowthis is afelony?” The people looked at me, and one of the
women in the group just started to laugh, saying “Leiha indicated you
might say something like that,” to which the group followed in
laughter. I looked at one of the eunuch’s holding me and snarledat him
“You need to get your hands off me now.” “I’m sorry sir,” he replied,
“but Mistress Leiha has ordered us to hold you.” Part of me would have
strangled her had I seen her, and part of me was resigned to my fate,
thinking, “If Leiha wants to remove my balls, well, so be it, I do love her
that much.”

I looked at the eunuch, and, like the typical smart ass I am, even in the
middle of all this, said “well buddy, how the hell did you end up losing
'em” nodding to his balls. He told me that he had been subservient his
entire life, and several years ago began serving in the house the group
of women who frequented the house. Eventually he was used in a
variety of ways, as a work slave, as a human toilet, he was abused, his
genitals beaten on, while he begged, always, for castration, which came
at the hands of “Mistress Leiha” about a year ago in a ceremony. He
then indicated that he had never been so happy as when he gave his
balls, the essence of his manhood, to the woman he desired to serve
forever. I thought at least he had some choice in the matter. A second
eunuch, also holding me, indicated a similar story, and then a third. I
was more than a bit agitated. I wasn’t asked if I wanted this. I was
being held, against my will, and I rather liked the idea of my balls.
Well, I thought, you have to give it to Leiha, she certainly had a way of
making me feel better about losing the trial - which paled in
significance to losing my balls.

About a half hour passed, and I watched as Leiha and Angel led a
procession of four other women, all dressed in leather, followed by a
man, stripped of clothing, and dressed as the other eunuch’s
throughout the room. Several other men, with leather collars and their
genitals exposed followed. Well, I thought, if I'm going to lose my nuts,
at least they are going to be all ceremonial about it, but to be honest, I
was scared, real scared. Scared like seeing combat, only if you died in
combat, it was over, you didn't have to live with the aftermath.