3 comments/ 88815 views/ 14 favorites Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 01 By: slutty_jannelle NOTE – This is a work of fiction, intended only for the entertainment of adult readers. The muted alarm-clock brought jenny awake instantly. She reached over to shut it off. Being ever so careful not to disturb Master, she slipped out of bed and gazed lovingly at the sleeping man. From their earliest intimacy, He had accepted her completely as a woman, His woman, not a trans-gendered male or a gay transvestite. For that alone, she vowed to serve Him with total devotion for as long as He desired her. With a last glance, she made her way silently to the bathroom. After five glorious years serving Master Charles, her morning ritual was fully ingrained, meticulous, and efficient. Shedding her nightie, she prepared and inserted the low douche of thick liquid soap and vinegar, with enough hot water to make one quart. For daily use, she was permitted to use the bulb syringe with the thick douche nozzle, which she used to rub her G-spot/prostate. Since she was denied masturbation, it was her only solo pleasure. It took three fillings to drain the whole quart from the mixing pitcher. When Master gave her punishment or discipline douches, He would use the large hanging multi-quart bag or the manual pump. Touching the thick nozzle, her guts gave an involuntary twitch in memory of the horrible cramping and terrible pressure He subjected her to on those occasions. But her normal daily douche was welcome and refreshing.. True, there were the usual cramps from the liquid soap, and the sting of the vinegar, but she held the steaming liquid easily as she shaved her armpits, legs, and entire bikini area. Hormones. electrolysis, and laser work had pretty much eliminated other body and facial hair, so only feminine shaving was required. Once finished, she sat down and expelled the liquid. Taking the douche syringe into the shower with her, she filled it with lukewarm water and rinsed herself of the stinging chemicals twice before completing her shower. Drying quickly, she put her gown and used towel in the hamper and set out a fresh towel for Master. Just inside the bedroom door, a chair held her clothes for the day. If Master didn't specify anything, she laid out her clothes the night before to avoid disturbing Him in the mornings. Panties, bra, the tight open bottomed girdle He liked her in, black nylons, a soft blue dress, and white four inch high heels were her wardrobe for today. He allowed her to prepare breakfast without makeup. That was her first duty after breakfast, though, even before doing up the dishes. The snug fit of the bra and figure control of the girdle were comforting as she smoothed the stockings up her legs and fastened the six thick garters. Master preferred what He termed, "working whore garters" to the skimpy 'lingerie garters.' "Wide garter straps are for 'go' instead of 'show.'" Master's tastes and desires were definite and non-negotiable, which suited jenny perfectly. Once her heels were on, jenny flexed her legs and took short mincing steps on the balls of her feet to keep the stilettos from clicking on the floor until she reached the kitchen. A flick of the switch started the coffee maker loaded the night before, She put a skillet on the stove, got out a bowl and everything else needed to make French toast and bacon. When Master's alarm went off, reflexively jenny looked to the kitchen clock, confirming the time. Yes, everything was on schedule. He would be pleased. Exactly thirty minutes later, Master came up behind her, gripped her waist from behind and gave her a slit-tingling kiss on the back of her neck. "O-o-o-ohh, good morning, Master," she garbled. "Good morning, my lovely slut. You look delightful today. If I didn't have to be in Court this morning...." "Naughty, naughty, Master," she bantered, but secretly pleased. He obviously approved her choice of clothes. As He sat down at the table, she brought Him a steaming mug of the rich coffee. Sipping slowly, He admired the curves of black nylon as her legs moved about in the high heels. He thought about how lucky He was to have found such a perfect submissive woman to share His life with. Her love, and complete devotion to their S and M lifestyle far overshadowed her lack of a vagina. Besides, her eager mouth and anus were ample compensation. Theirs wasn't a gay relationship in any sense of the word. She was His woman, and He used her as such. On the special occasions when He gave her an orgasm with the body massager to her large 'clit,' it remained in her panties, shielded by a sanitary pad, with her bag's contents strapped down tightly. They made normal husband-and-wife small talk as she served the French toast and bacon, sitting opposite Him. Watching her over the mug's rim, He told her, "You know, I've been thinking about some changes we need to make." Bowing her head, she replied, "You are my Master. Any changes You desire are always welcome. You know that, my Love." "Well yes, but these are a bit more complicated than most of the things we've done." "Anything You wish is one hundred percent fine with me, You know that by now, Master," jenny countered. "I know that, but these are extreme enough, that we need to discuss them first." "Alright, Master, but You already know I will lovingly submit to anything You desire." "It's been a very good year at the office. You know I've had a couple of large accident settlements. The house is paid off, the cars and boat are too. In another year or so, the beach place will be free and clear. I'd like us to take a vacation, to Deb's place in the Caribbean. I think it's time for your 'boob job' – and we'll have them shorten that clit and remove those lumps in your 'labia' at the same time." "Oh Master! Boobs? Really and truly?" jenny gushed. "I always dreamed of them, but never thought it would actually happen! Oh Master, that would be wonderful! You are amazing! The best Master in the whole world!" "Whoa, slow down girl. We're talking about more than a simple 'boob job' here. The clit work I've got in mind would be permanent, and the castration would be irreversible as well. We need to talk this through completely so you understand exactly what is involved," the professional lawyer cautioned. "But Master, I'll agree to anything You wish anyway, and to get real boobies at last..." the dazed she-male said. "There's another thing as well, jenny. Since you won't even technically be male anymore, we will legally change both your name and sex. Would you like that?" "For such a gift, Master, Your slut-slave would be honored to become the complete woman You desire, name, sex, I suppose I'll need a new driver's license and everything, won't I?" jenny rambled at the thought. Her Master smiled, "Yes, girl, everything, passport, social security card, and so forth. In the eyes of the law you would be a one hundred percent woman. I've got that hearing downtown this morning. We'll talk in more detail when I get home tonight. Oh, and Doctor Deb is coming for supper. I think grilled chicken breasts, fettuccini in garlic and olive oil, a light salad, and a chilled white wine – three bottles, would be appropriate." "Yes, Sir," jenny replied. "Er, Master, am I allowed to tell my girlfriends about my boobies yet?" With a laugh, Master hugged her, "Yes, you can tell them about the boob job. They all think of you as a woman anyway." A quick kiss and a squeeze of her 'barely B –cups', Master grabbed His briefcase and was out the door. Caught off guard and overwhelmed by the news, jenny sat down, automatically smoothing her skirt over her shimmering hose. A zillion questions swirled through her head. What size breasts would Master select? How much pain would she have after the operation? Would He still be able to beat her breasts? Would her nipples lose any sensitivity? Would she gain some? How many new bras would He allow her? Would her other clothes still fit over them? .After the castration, would she have to continue taking those nasty hormone pills? Would she still be able to have orgasms with the vibrator? Well, she decided, Doctor Deb could answer most all of those questions tonight. Although she was bursting with the news, Master's discipline took over. First she went to the bathroom and applied her makeup. The mirror required a show in profile as she cupped her chest, and wished the operation could be tomorrow. Next, she did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, made the bed, and wrote out a grocery list for supper. Only then did she permit herself the luxury of a few minutes on the phone. Her best friend, Barbara, had gotten a boob job a couple of years back, and was bubbling with as much excitement as jenny. Babs assured her there would be no loss of sensitivity, "Just more meat for sport" Heather and Ellen were equally happy for her. Knowing that Ellen would be on the phone all morning, spreading the news to everyone else in their circle, jenny got her purse and drove her compact car to the wine shop and grocery store. The manager at the wine shop respected the quality and volume of Master's tastes, so jenny was always treated as though she were Master Charles' wife. After receiving instructions for the proper chilling and decanting of the wine, jenny carefully put the bottles in the car and went to the grocery. Only fresh chicken breasts were needed. She already had the spices, fettuccini, and salad ingredients. The irony brought on the giggles as she asked the butcher for the chicken breasts, boobs for boobs, she thought. Once home, she swirled around like a 1950's TV housewife, rinsing and drying the fine china, silver and stemware for the meal. The pink tablecloth for the formal dining room table was ironed carefully. The matching napkins folded as well as any five-star restaurant. With the chicken marinating and the wine chilling, jenny indulged her 'quiet time,' when she would kick off her heels, hang up her dress and take a short nap to collect her thoughts, and relax so she could be a better wife for Master when He came home. Out of habit, as she slipped the dress's hanger into the closet, she glanced at the calendar hanging inside the closet door. "Oh noo, not today," she groaned. There was no escape. The red 'X' in the corner of today's date and the three following days, signaled her period. Master required her to track it on the calendar, and expected her to follow a woman's regimen. Why hadn't she seen it last night, or even this morning when she dressed? But of course, the answer was that she was only thinking about her new boobies. "This will just ruin everything tonight," she sobbed, as she trudged into the bathroom. Day one of her period required a fifty percent vinegar douche, which was nearly impossible to retain, then injecting 2 ounces of mineral oil with red food coloring, so she would have messy tampons and gooey pads. As jenny prepared and inserted the vinegar douche, she thought about how disappointed Master would be. Tonight with Doctor Deb coming over and everything – well, it was supposed to be so special as they discussed and planned her boob job. Gritting her teeth, she set the timer for the five minutes she had to retain the stinging vinegar, and sat down. The tears in her eyes weren't from the cramps twisting her guts, but frustration. 'Maybe I could just hide the calendar for tonight and start my period tomorrow,' she thought. No, that was out of the question. Only once, early in their relationship, had jenny tried to delay a period. Master's punishment had been thorough and extremely painful. Jenny hadn't delayed or tried to skip a period since. The cheerful ding of the timer signaled her release. As always after vinegar, her hole was puckered tight and the damp wash clothe merely cleaned the little spatter, Using a turkey baster to draw from the gallon jug of colored mineral oil, she decided to flaunt her total submission to Master's orders. If she had to be on the rag, it would be messier than usual, she decided peevishly. Instead of the required two ounces, she drew four, and with a groan, inserted the baster into her puckered anus and squeezed the contents in. A super tampon followed easily. Peeling the backing from a maxi pad and sticking it in her panties, jenny wondered if Master would punish her for ruining His evening with her period. True, her mouth was always available for His pleasure, and Doctor Deb, as a devoted lesbian with a true sadistic bent, usually favored oral service over splitting jenny with a dildo, but tonight was supposed to be so special and jenny had wanted to be the perfect whore for both Master and Doctor Deb. Even as she pulled her panties the rest of the way up, she could feel the beginning ooze of the slime from her 'cunt.'The cramps from the vinegar, the mineral oil, and of course, the tampon gave her the appropriate dull fullness and familiar ache down there. 'That's part of the price of womanhood,' she told herself. With determined female pride, she cleaned up the bathroom, and lay down to rest. When she woke up to the soft alarm clock, the familiar period pain reminded her to get up and change her tampon and pad. A bit of staining required fresh panties too. Buttoning her dress up and stepping into her high heels again, she began cooking supper. Hearing a car pull in the drive, jenny glanced up at the clock, realizing that Master wasn't due home yet, and the car wasn't His. At the doorbell's chime, she hurried to the front door, smoothing her dress and patting her hair as she went. Looking out the window, she saw Doctor Deb, and hurried to unlock the door and welcome her in. Despite looking like a jovial teddy bear, which she was to her patients, Doctor Deb was an imagnitive sadist. She knew how to make a girl suffer. Master had given Doctor Deb carte blanche to use jenny. He enjoyed watching the show. "Good evening, Doctor Deborah. Welcome to Master Charles' home. Won't you come in?" with a curtsey, jenny ushered the Doctor inside. "May I take your bag?" jenny gestured to the Doctor's satchel. Wordlessly, Doctor Deb surrendered the bag. "Master isn't home just yet. Would You like a drink, Ma'am?" "That would be nice, jenny. I'd like a vodka collins. It's been a hectic day." Showing the Doctor into the living room, jenny hurried to the bar and mixed the drink. They made small-talk as jenny prepared the salad and finished supper. When Master was due home, jenny took off her apron and mixed His cocktail. The sound of His car propelled her to the door, drink in hand. Tossing His briefcase into a chair, He gave her a tight hug and deep kiss like a soap-opera husband, "Hi baby! Hello Deb, glad you could make it." The meal was superb and jenny blushed under the sincere praise it garnered. Soon they were discussing the boob job and other procedures Master desired. "So you're going to make her a real cow, Charles? " "That's one of the things I wanted to discuss with you, Deb. She's almost a true B-cup now. I'd like her to have some impressive uddders " "I'll examine her later and we can talk about it in detail." When they were finished, jenny began gathering the dishes, but Master stopped her. "Later." Guiding her by the arm, Master asked, "Shall we?" and walked to the stairway leading to the lower level. Doctor Deb retrieved her satchel and followed. The basement was an upscale rec room/den but they walked through it to the solid door beside the one leading to the furnace. Unlocking the door, Master Charles stood aside for the women to pass. Stepping across the threshold automatically switched on the lights to reveal an immense 'play room,' equipped to Master's tastes and needs. The sight never ceased to enthrall jenny as she remembered the tears and joy Master extracted from her writhing body here. Standing before the coat hooks just inside the door, jenny carefully unbuttoned her dress and hung it up. At the command, "Stand for inspection," jenny walked to the white pool from a ceiling spotlight and turned to face Master and Doctor Deb, with her head bowed and fingers laced behind her neck. With the tip of a riding crop, Master pushed her bra straps toward her shoulders. From experience, jenny lowered her arms so the straps would slip off. After Master removed the bra, her hands returned to her neck. Then He used the crop to raise the bottom of the girdle just enough to reveal her panties and its visible sanitary pad. "Well, the slut's on the rag," He told Deb, "But her mouth is always available. Although you can use her 'cunt' too, if you don't mind a 'bloody field.'" Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, the Doctor handled jenny's small breasts for a rough but thorough examination. "With good quality implants behind her natural meat, she'll have a pair of very nice, succulent tits for you to use, Charles. What size were you thinking about?" "An E or F-cup, or even double D's would make some nice udders for this cow, but then, it would be difficult getting her bras and such." "Yes, I think you're quite right. In reality, a solid D-cup would look just about right, suitably slutty, but female enough to pass, yet still give you something to work with," Deb nodded knowingly. Without raising her head, jenny quietly asked, :"Master, may Your whore ask Doctor Deb some questions?" "Of course, jenny. We're talking about making you a total woman here. Now is the time to ask," He replied. "Will there be any loss of sensation, Doctor Deb? I would rather go through life a 'barely B' than ever disappoint Master." "Should be no problem," Deb answered, pinching and twisting a nipple. "Will Master still be able to cane my breasts?" "Yes, but He'll have to take it easy for the first few months until everything is healed completely. Then, He will be able to whip your new tits to His heart's content," Deb replied, pinching the other nipple. "You'll be able to endure anything a genetic woman can, with the exception of no breast presses or deep needle work or skewers. But of course, He can pierce your nipples." "Will – would you be able to be there just to make sure they don't do something wrong?" "Actually, silly girl, I'll be doing the surgery. I have a vacation place down there, where you and Charles will be staying, and I have full privileges at the hospital." "Oh thank you, Doctor Deb, thank you. That's a load off my mind. I really want all the surgery Master wishes, but I was really scared of a foreign hospital and doctors." "Not to worry, dear, I'll take good care of you, like you were my own slave," Deb chuckled. They cuffed jenny palm-to-palm and raised her on a ceiling hook until her spike heels cleared the floor, putting maximum tension on her quivering leg muscles. Selecting whips and fiberglass canes to suit their fancies, Master Charles and Deb traded strokes to jenny's breasts until her tears streaked her makeup and she was bawling as she begged for a gag to be able to take even more. Taking a rest break, Master unhooked all six garters and rolled the long girdle above jenny's hips, exposing their next target. Using a gloved hand to pull the panties with their attached slimey pad aside, Master Charles cradled jenny's 'detested 'man-parts,' and asked Deb, "What about these?" After tightening a pair of dreaded toothed clamps on jenny's nipples until the girl squealed, Deb replied, "As we discussed last week, a full nullification coupled with sex reassignment surgery and creating an artificial vagina is expensive and the recovery is very long. You said you were satisfied with her natural 'cunt,' so I think your idea of castration and making labia and a clit is the way to go." Raising her tear blurred eyes, jenny listened as Master and the Doctor explained the process of slitting the skin of the bag and underside of the penis, suturing the penile muscles much shorter and forming the excess skin into labia and a clit hood so that only part of the head was exposed for stimulation. Coupled with the boob job, it was a dream-come-true for the tethered woman. Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 01 "The only remaining question, Charles, is, how do you want to accomplish the castration? There is the banding method where the cord and blood vessels above each testicle are banded tightly to stop the blood flow until those nuts die, then we can just cut them out, or we can slit her open and cut them out when we do the boobs, or there is the injection method where we use a hypo and inject a chemical into each one of them directly to kill them. Depends on what you want to do with them afterwards, really." "I like the idea of giving her the pain of the non-surgical methods, especially the needle straight into each of her balls, but I've got something more symbolic planned for those 'moutain oysters' later on, so we'll go with the surgical removal, but I want them preserved in rum, not alcohol or formaldehyde." "I like the way your perverted mind works, Charles. You are a devious Master indeed," Deb laughed. "Shall we continue?" Parts returned behind the pad with its cold goo, they flogged jenny's ass until she again begged for the gag. She was uncuffed and allowed to pull the girdle down over her welted ass and refasten the garters. Then she was restrained on the exam table with her high heels hooked in the stirrups and her legs splayed wide, knees high. Given the gag she was desperate for, jenny's drool was spiced with her tears as her legs were whipped until her nylons were in tatters and her sobbing verged on hysteria. The gag was removed and Deb shed her slacks and panties before mounting jenny's glistening face. She took twenty-five strokes of Master's cane on her tender inner thighs, her screams muffled by the damp slit smothering her. Giving Deb a pause to catch her breath after the series of orgasms, Master Charles fastened a rope with sliding ring to the connecting chain of the nipple clamps, threading it through a ceiling hook. "She'll really give you an orgasm to remember this time," Master said. "When you want more of those wonderful vibrations from her screaming into your labia, just yank or pull on this," handing her the rope's free end. Like a starving lesbian, jenny tongued, slurped and screamed for Deb's pleasure. Knowing she would suffer more without the masking endorphins, Master Charles held her panties and pad aside and applied a heavy duty muscle massage vibrator directly to jenny's engorged tip. She writhed and thrashed within the welcome restraints. Knowing full well the pain awaiting her, jenny redoubled her efforts bring the Doctor off. Sensing jenny's approaching orgasm and her own, Deb wrapped the rope around her wrists and savagely pulled down, watching jenny's torso rise off the table from the awful strain. Within two minutes jenny's welted legs stiffened and she came with a warbling scream that triggered Deb's final climax. "That – was – a - really – good – one," Deb breathlessly exclaimed. When Deb caught her breath and climbed off the sobbing girl, she continued to hold the clamps' rope taut. "You certainly do know how to work a girl, Charles. In fact, with my next slave, I want you to help me break her." "Oh gladly, Deb. When I finish with a bitch like jenny here, those are tears of gratitude and love, aren't they, jenny>" Stopping her weeping for a moment, jenny replied, "Yes Master, I love You completely. I'll do anything, be anything, accept anything to be Your woman forever." "Now it's my turn. I'd be pleased if you'd assist, Doctor," Master jovially said. When Deb finally released the rope, jenny sagged back onto the tabletop with a deep moan. But her reprieve was short-lived. When the clamps were removed, it hurt so much, the pain-slut squealed. With a laugh, Master spanked the purpled buds down before pinching them up again to accept a different pair of clamps, these without a connecting chain. To Deb's questioning look, He produced a skirt hanger with sliding clips. "Don't worry, Deb, we have many different ways to torture jenny's poor little nipples, don't we." Anticipating the coming torment, jenny bit her lip and squeeked, "Yes, Master, thank You. Whatever You want to give me." "Feel free to use her 'cunt' if you want, Deb. You know where everything is." Poking a gloved finger inside jenny's pad, Deb made a face, "She certainly is messy, but having periods is part of being a woman isn't it, jenny?" "Yes, Doctor Deb, Master has specified my period ritual so I can feel more like a woman for Him." "Well those panties are about ruined anyway. I'm sure your Master will punish you accordingly, slut," Deb said, while rummaging in a drawer. Taking the pair of bandage scissors, she deftly snipped the crotch of the offending panties, then tugged the waistband on one side over jenny's hips. Trying to assist, jenny arched her ass off the edge of the exam table. Deb cut the elastic and dragged the shreds of fabric off. The pad was stuck to the panties and followed them into a wastebasket, followed by the messy tampon that was unceremoniously yanked free. "I certainly can't examine your cunt during your period, but I can help you give Charles pleasure in return for what He afforded me with your mouth," Deb said, roughly inserting an anal speculum without the benefit of lube. Jenny tried to relax around the cold steel invader, thankful for the mineral oil still leaking out of her hole.. She gasped as Deb ratcheted the spreader open, or would have except for Master thrusting His full erection down her throat in one timed move. A choked "glak.." was her only sound. She squealed around the cock gagging her as the device was opened another three clicks. Master withdrew halfway to allow her a breath before entering her throat again. Willing her gag reflex down, jenny tried to relax as much as possible to accept the throat-fuck Master was determined to give. She saw stars behind her closed eyelids when the cane seared her belly. The pain raised her head a fractionally, which gave even deeper penetration to Master's rock-hard member. "Nice, give the bitch more," Master grunted through clenched teeth. "Oh yeah, that's great." He began pumping deep to the steady tempo of the caning. Contrary to popular belief, jenny knew that while the heavily boned girdle gave a small measure of surface protection from the cane's bite, the resulting welts would hurt even more as she moved and breathed inside the garment. Seeking the pain, she tried to thrust both her head and belly upwards toward the twin torments. Her efforts were rewarded by even harder impacts at both ends. She began ascending to sub space. Suddenly the cane and Master's thrusts stopped leaving her teetering at the brink. A deep moan of frustrated lust shook her entire body. "Phase two," Deb announced with a sadistic chuckle as she removed the speculum and replaced it with an enormous dildo as thick as her forearm. The insertion was sudden and stretched her spasming hole to near ripping . Jenny shrieked around the engorged shaft filling her mouth. "Time to show Deb our 'Tittie Twister,'" Charles said, carefully turning around on jenny's face so that He now faced her splayed knees, never loosing connection with the slurping mouth. Attaching one of the hanger's skirt clips to the tail of one nipple clamp, He twisted the hanger, and thereby, the nipple clamp ninety degrees. Jenny's scream was still echoing when He twisted the other nipple's hardware as well, securing it with the skirt clip. Now both nipples were firmly held in the twisted position. Mimicking the TV info-mercial line, He laughed, "But wait! There's more!" Hooking the hanger to the dangling ceiling ring, He then slid both skirt clips outward, putting even more strain on jenny's agonized buds. "Ok Deb, give me that steady beat." He resumed His ride as Deb picked up the cane once more. With cane and dildo, Deb drove jenny toward an explosive G-spot/prostate pain-orgasm. She watched in admiration as Master Charles pushed the skirt clips outward twice more, producing unimagined stretch to the screaming she-male. Pistoning the dildo savagely, Deb heard the suffering girl's scream become continuous when Master Charles jerked the rope up three inches and with a final four or five thrusts, came. Ramming the monster dildo in deeper than ever, Deb held it in place and could feel the vibrations as jenny convulsively came around the impaler. Releasing his hold on the rope, Charles retreated from her flooded throat, leaving at least three inches of cock in jenny's mouth for her to drain. The cleanup ritual finished, He slid the skirt clips back to nipple-width and climbed off. "Th-th-thank You Master. Th-thank you, D-Doctor D-Deb," jenny stammered through tears of joy and agony. A small squeal and a moan told of her added pain when the skirt clips were unhooked and the nipple clamps both sprang back to their original position. "There, there, my sweet little whore," Master comforted her as He removed the clamps and began massaging jenny's tenderized buds."You made me proud tonight." "Th-thank You, Master," jenny's weeping was already subsiding, but the after-shocks still coursed through her ravaged body. "Not only do you eat pussy like a pro, but I've never seen a finer pain-slut in action before," Deb added as she had to forcefully pull the silicone dong to break the suction holding it in place. Doctor Deb was almost gentle as she inserted three super tampons to stopper the gaping orifice. "I'm afraid she's going to need a day or two to tighten up her hole after that workout, Charles." "No problem, Deb. Vinegar and alum douches will make her virgin-tight if I want to use her cunt before her period's over." With her arms and torso unstrapped from the table, jenny was grateful for the damp wash clothe she was given to clean her bottom. The drops of stray cum on her face would dry there. When her high heels were unbuckled from the stirrups, jenny groaned as her legs were lowered. She gave a wry smile as they helped her unsteadily to her feet.. She'd be walking like a new bride for a couple of days after this session, she thought. "When you've cleaned up the room and made yourself presentable, come back upstairs, jenny. There are details of the trip we still have to go over, Master told her as He guided Deb out the door. Despite being used so thoroughly and painfully, jenny found herself humming happily as she cleaned and put away the various implements. Impulsively kissing the still warm nipple clamps, she told them, "Soon you'll be biting my real boobies." Wiping down the sweat-slicked exam table, she also kissed the edge that had witnessed her aching penetration, "And you'll be seeing only my pussy with labia and a clitty, not that useless man-thingey." As she scrubbed her face and reapplied makeup, jenny began a sing-song, "I'm gonna get boobies – I'm gonna get labia – I'm gonna get a clitty." Swapping a fresh pair for the torn stockings, jenny was grinning like a six year old on Christmas morning as she gingerly climbed the stairs. Master and Deb were going to discuss the details of their Caribbean trip It was real. It was going to happen, jenny was on her way to womanhood. Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 02 NOTE -- This is a work of fiction, intended only for the entertainment of adult readers. * Despite the discomfort of her 'boob-job,' and the other surgeries, jenny had enjoyed their Caribbean 'vacation.' During the drive from the airport, she was impatient to show her friends the 'new jenny,' but felt the weariness of the return trip. She was happy when Master Charles pulled into their own driveway. It was good to be home. Unbuckling the seatbelt, jenny watched the shoulder belt drag across her wonderful new D-cup breast as it retracted. Each contact with her new boobs gave a quiver of delight. It would take a while before she was really used to them. As a TG pain-slut, jenny had always dreamed of getting implants, but figured it was impossible. Then, just a short month ago, Master had announced He was taking her to the Caribbean for implants and some other 'Improvements.' Their close friend, Doctor Deb, a sadistic lesbian who had enjoyed the pleasure jenny's body could afford, had 'done the deed' at the small, well-equipped hospital in the islands where she owned a vacation villa. Always the perfect gentleman in public, Master opened her door and extended a hand to assist jenny from the car. Walking to the front door, jenny still marveled at the feeling of the large breasts slightly bouncing and jiggling in the new bra. Every time she moved, she was conscious of the added weight to her chest, and her back muscles were still adjusting to the forward additions. Turning to smile at Master Charles as she went through the doorway, she scraped a boob against the door frame, wincing in anticipated pain. But there really wasn't much residual pain from the operation. The incisions were healing nicely. There was some dull ache as her own tissues stretched to accommodate the implants, but truly that was all. After the short hospital stay required by the other surgeries Master had ordered, jenny only took the pain pills for a couple of days recuperating at Doctor Deb's villa. She was already thinking how marvelous it would be to return to that sand-and-sun paradise next year, to wear a well filled bikini in public, to sun bathe in the nude, to - . "Are you going to stand there rubbing your tits in the doorway like the neighborhood tramp or are we going in?" Master Charles laughed as he swatted her ass hard enough to break her reverie. "Oh sorry, Master, I was day-dreaming about going back to the islands with my new boobies, and...," jenny's laugh matched His. She thought how lucky she was to have such a strong, caring man who could accept and love a TG pain-pig like her. A broad smile lit her face as she realized that between the implants and the other surgeries 'down there,' she wasn't a TG she-male any longer, but a card-carrying woman, the bitch she was always destined to be. This fantastic man had made all her dreams possible. "I think I'd like to lie down for a short rest before I unpack, Master, it that's alright with You," jenny said. His arms engulfed her in a tit mashing hug and deep kiss that made her knees weak. "Of course, baby," Charles softly said. "I'll order some pizza or Chinese for supper so you don't have to cook tonight." "Uh-uh, Chinese would be nice, Master. The island food was fantastic, but I've missed having Chinese," jenny answered. Another kiss as His fingers tweaked her aroused nipples through dress and bra, and He sent her to the bedroom. After bringing their luggage and souvenirs in from the car, He turned on the computer. Waiting for it to download all the E-mails from the law office, Charles mused about how His relationship with jenny had evolved over the years.An on-line meeting, many E-mails, pics, and IM's, then after that first motel room rendezvous, they began meeting regularly for sex. From their first E-mails both had been totally honest and crystal clear on what they sought. Seeking a true pain-slut, Charles hadn't really considered a T-girl, but jenny's pics and listed experience, preferences, and eagerness fit His needs so well that He began the E-mails that lead to that first meeting. The rest 'was history.' Laughing at the cliché, He recalled some of their more memorable sessions, then with a head-shake realized that they all were memorable. That was part of why He loved jenny. Her submission was genuine and total, the perfect submissive woman for Him. And now she was physically and legally a woman. From that first motel room session, their love had grown. After two frantic months of afternoon assignations, He had asked her to move into the house and become His exclusive bitch.. She instantly agreed. Over the past five years, living as husband and wife, they were closer than most married couples, and the relationship flourished. Jenny dressed female 24/7. Even though His friends knew or guessed her genetic sex, she was accepted as His live-in mistress due to His standing in the local legal community. With focused effort, jenny dressed, acted, and thought of herself as female. Now with the boob-job, castration, and modifications to her labia and clit, jenny was legally a woman. During her surgery, He had sat in the waiting room musing on their relationship, past and future. Charles had decided the time was right for His marriage proposal when they returned to the States. He also began outlining the series of body piercings He wanted for her, and made a mental note to discuss the mechanics of branding with Doctor Deb later on. Setting her purse on the dresser, jenny headed for the bathroom. Hiking up her skirt, she had to unhook all six garters before she could roll up the girdle's hem to pull the panties down to her knees. Sitting to pee had become instinctive over the past five years, but her "clit and lip tuck," as Doctor Deb called it, had added a new wrinkle to her feminization process. 'Wrinkle,' she laughed out loud at the thought. After the castration, the empty scrotum was split and sewn up and around the suture-shortened penile shaft. Master had been right, as always, it did look like true labia with the fat clit tip peeking out. So now, the pee angle was totally unpredictable. To avoid soaking the floor, her shoes and stockings and anything nearby, jenny had to use the palm of one hand as a 'piss shield' to deflect the spray. With her free hand, she used toilet paper to mostly dry the dripping hand, then dried her slit in the ageless manner, front-to-back. With the panties hobbling her knees, she waddled to the vanity and washed her hands. "Well, girl," she told the busty reflection in the mirror as she dried her hands," you wanted to be a woman. This will be a daily reminder that you got your wish, humiliation and all." She cupped her luscious new breasts with a tired smile. Back in the bedroom, hanging up her dress and kicking off her heels, jenny lay down with a low sigh. Her thoughts mirrored Charles'. She could recall in vivid detail the various tortures she had experienced under His expert hand, and the pleasure she had been able to give Him. With Master, jenny had been able to live, serve, and suffer as a woman, but now, thanks to this amazing man, she really and truly was a woman for all time. As her eyes closed, she hoped Master would use her soon. She had missed the joys of the 'play-room' downstairs. "Dinner's on the table, sleepyhead." "Uh, oh Master, I must have dozed off. I'm sorry." Getting up quickly, jenny slipped on her high heels and reached for her dress. "Don't bother with the dress tonight," Charles told her. "I'd like to see you across the table just as you are, so I can admire your new tits." "As my Master wishes," jenny curtsied sans skirt. She was famished, the food excellent as always, Chopsticks flying, she deftly devoured the meal. All their table-talk was about the trip. While jenny cleared the dinner debris, Charles mixed them drinks, bringing the bourbon bottle back to the table. Raising His glass, He said, "A toast! To the finest woman in the world, the perfect pain-slut!" Daintily clinking glasses, jenny replied, "I do want to be the perfect woman for You, Master. You have made me the happiest slut ever!" "Now that you now are legally a woman, jenny, will you marry me?" Charles asked in a low, serious tone. Coming around the table to fall to her knees beside Him, jenny whispered, "Oh Master! Really? You really want to marry me? To be Your -- wife?" "Yes, I do," Charles answered, standing up and lifting the shaking woman to Him. Sobbing happily, jenny ravenously returned His deep kisses, holding Him as tightly as she could. Breaking apart to breathe, they both laughed. "Y-Y-You know You don't have to marry me, Master. I will serve You totally as long as You want me anyway," jenny hesitantly whispered, afraid He might change His mind. "I know that jenny. That's only part of why I want you legally as my wife," He told her. "Over the years, our relationship has evolved and deepened. You silly bitch, I love you." Dropping to her knees again, jenny looked up through fresh tears of joy, "Yes, Sir! Oh yes, a thousand times, yes, Master! You have made me the happiest and luckiest woman alive! There aren't words for the honor You have given me, Master! Of course I accept!" Chuckling, He again drew her to her feet. "Well then, in addition to showing off your new tits to your girlfriends, you've got a wedding to plan." With a devilish smile, jenny asked, "To celebrate our engagement, c-c-could we go 'downstairs'? I know I'm not 100 percent yet, but I just have to show my gratitude and love, if You want to, Sir." "Sounds like a plan to me," He replied, taking a long swallow of His drink and offering her glass with His free hand. "Let's make this a night to remember!" jenny exclaimed, draining her drink and refilling it half full of straight bourbon. "I want to fuck and suck until Your magnificent balls are drained dry!" Basking in her exuberance, Charles had to slow her down, but jenny was tipsy by the time He helped her down the stairs to their dungeon. "Since its your engagement, sweet, why don't you decide what you'd like tonight." He offered. "Really, Master? " As a true sub-slut, jenny had difficulty accepting such a radical idea. Assured He was serious, jenny gathered up various whips, clamps, and even the dreaded fiberglass cane. "I've got a buzz from the whiskey, Master, so You'll have to whip me hard," she laughed, shedding her bra and draping herself on the exam table. "Please put me up in the stirrups with my arms back over my head, Master, there's something new I read about I'd sort of like to try, and no gag tonight, Master, please, so I can scream for Your pleasure." "As you wish, my lady. Your Master will obey." They both laughed. That was part of what made their relationship work so perfectly: Their S and M activities were core principles in their life together. Still, they could laugh and appreciate the incongruities when reality met 'lifestyle.' Buckling the restraints tight, He swung the stirrups up and back until she was splayed properly His quizzical look spurred her on. "Let me tell You everything before You begin, Master. That way I won't forget when I start screaming," she said, gyrating her hips as seductively as the straps allowed. "Give me the clamps with teeth and the 'titty-twister' with a rope I can pull on. Then please use the thin leather whip on my breasts and then on my armpits -- I read about that in a porn novel once. Use the inflatable dildo in my 'pussy,' then the cane on my thighs the way You like best, then cane my mound. I could deep throat You while You do that, if You'd like. And if You could welt my ass and the back of my legs with the cane, and then I'd love You to finish me doggy style, on my knees, hard and deep." She was breathless after her recitation. "Is that all? What about the clowns on unicycles and the camel on roller-skates?" He teased. Smiling away His joke, she added, "I think You could try a tit-fuck too after You whip them, if You want, then You would get all the possibilities Your bride-to-be can offer her Master's glorious cock." Stripping off His shirt, Charles picked up the thin cat-o-nine and began on her breasts. It had been a long time since He'd flogged tits that jiggled with each lash. Swinging harder and harder, He was soon rewarded by jenny's wildly thrashing head and vocals. "Oh-oh, oh, oh yes Master, yes, oh mark Your bitch, oh, oh, harder, pleeease, oh yes, Master, make this slut scream her love for You..." Charles surveyed the network of beautiful red lines crisscrossed jenny's new boobs. Her tears already streaked her makeup, and the evening was just beginning. The sincerity of her submission and the depth of their love drove Him on. She would have her engagement evening to remember. Her hungry mouth wet the inflatable dildo when He offered it. While jenny much preferred His cock in her mouth, she did like the humiliation of lubing a dildo with saliva before it was inserted. Less slick than commercial lubes, she loved the greater friction and difficult insertion her saliva guaranteed. When she had the toy as sloppy wet as possible, Charles shouldered His way between her spread knees and centering the tip, shoved the unforgiving hard core of the inflatable in with one thrust. Hips retreating helplessly against the restraints, jenny tried to minimize the brutal insertion. Even as she squealed, the bruising pain filled her need as perfectly as the thick rod filled her ass.. As Master Charles slowly inflated the rubber cock, jenny's moans and squeals rose in intensity and volume, matching the intruder's growth. When He judged she was indeed 'filled,' Charles gave the inflator bulb two more quick squeezes. Screaming, jenny was sure her hole was going to explode. Straddling her head, He leaned in to ream her throat full depth. Plying the whip on her armpits, His cock benefited from her screams and cries, synchronizing whip and thrusts. Even though she had begged for it, jenny was surprised by both the intimacy and intensity of the armpit whipping. As she writhed in agony, Charles began alternating between her armpits and breasts, swinging ever harder as He neared release. At last, a deluge of cum flooded jenny's ravished throat and she swallowed rapidly to avoid choking. Draining the last drops, her throat and mouth were liberally coated with the sticky fluid, one of her favorite feelings. Climbing off her well-fucked face, Charles twisted the valve, rapidly deflating the ass stretcher. Before the 'empty' feeling could register, jenny began moaning and crying as He welted her spread thighs with the cane. Every four or five strokes, Charles gave the inflator bulb a squeeze. Once her hole was filled again to bursting, He deflated the cock and resumed the caning. After several 'pump and cane' cycles, jenny's thighs had absorbed nearly fifty cane strokes. Pumping the toy up to its max again, He heard her full-throated scream when He added two more rapid squeezes. Her head came up off the table. She saw the cane impact her firm, shaved mound with more a thud than the splat made by her fleshier thighs.. But lordy, it hurt! When her mound sported welts, Master stopped long enough to attach the nipple clamps. As He resumed punishing her bruised thighs, her whole body shuddered with the pain of each strike. Watching her breasts quiver and shake the biting clamps, His cock soon regained strength. Coating His erection with a squirt of lube from the dispenser, He climbed up to straddle her chest. Grabbing two healthy handfuls of boob, He squeezed them against His thrusting cock. Mauling her clamped melons, Master Charles gave jenny an agonizing tit-fuck. Egged on by her gutter-whore vocabulary, it wasn't long before pearls of thick cum dotted her face and hung off her chin. As He shifted, she opened her mouth wide to clean the lube and salty goo from Him. "Thank You, Master, thank You for using Your slut so well," jenny blubbered. Most of the words came out as gibberish around the cock and balls filling her mouth, but from experience, He knew what she was saying and smiled down on her. Leaving the nipple clamps in place, He unbuckled her restraints and helped her off the exam table. Turning her around by her narrowed waist, He saw her anus grotesquely stretched by the inflatable. With a smile, He realized what avenue her training would follow at least up to the wedding: full-time cunt work including daily use of plugs, dildos and speculums so she would be instantly open for Him to fuck, on demand, without any preliminaries. A glimmer of an idea for yet another novel piercing lit His face. Yes, His new bride had a rough training schedule ahead. Facing her, He watched her try to hide the grimace as the skirt clip gripped and twisted a nipple. She bit her lip and moaned as the other one was also twisted and attached. Wrist bands were hooked together and snapped to the thick D ring on the back of her collar. Standing upright allowed the huge cock to put constant pressure on her G-spot/prostate. Pumped up this large, the pressure was mostly pain, with little pleasure. Pain-pig that she was, jenny was grateful when Master Charles put a rope loop on the skirt hanger and dropped the rope to the floor, ordering jenny to straddle it. The rope was threaded under the arch of one of her high heels. As Charles pulled up on the rope, jenny bent forward at the waist to accommodate the strain on her tits. The deflating dildo drew a drawn out moan from her, followed by a yelp when He yanked the ass-stretcher out. Before her gaping hole could even begin closing, His gloved and lubed hand slithered in fairly easily. Shuddering from the unexpected insertion, jenny screamed but held position. Anchored by the forearm filling her rectum and the roped clamps on her nipples, jenny stood as motionless as possible for the agonizing fisting. With little preparation and no warning, she struggled to control the pain assaulting her 'cunt.' True, the inflatable had stretched her internally, but its swift removal had done little to dilate her poor orifice. Feeling as though she were being ripped apart, jenny tried vainly to bend farther forward to ease some of the frightful pull on her tits, but Master was a step ahead, as always. He tightened the rope to her clamps, bending her over ever farther. When she bent more to ease the strain, He took up the slack and then some. She could feel the rope against the arch of her pump, but since it went under only one shoe, the stress was lopsided and pulled her over at a side slant, keeping the pain unbalanced, another of Master's refined cruelties. Once He was satisfied with pummeling her G-spot into quivering jelly, Charles slowly withdrew His forearm, leaving a gaping hole and gasping bitch. Pulling the tit rope tighter yet, He used the cane directly on her pulsing 'cunt.' From jenny's shrieks and hobbling steps inching forward to escape the awful pain, it must really hurt, He thought, I've got to remember this one. Master Charles let her continue her journey of agony, but subtly guided her back to the exam table until her head and shoulders could rest on the edge. Then, dropping the cane, He pulled even harder on the clamp rope. Jenny's shsriek filled the room and caused her anus to push open toward His engorged cock poised to impale it. Her abused 'cunt' was so grateful the caning was over that she accommodated His cock with nary a sound. As she adjusted to the pain from her nipples, jenny began rocking her hips back to meet His powerful lunges. Barnyard squeals telegraphed her rising excitement.\ Reaching His final peak, Charles leaned in full depth, gripped her hips, and exploded with a groan. Although she willed her reamed and beaten sphincter to tighten and milk Master's cock, the used muscles were beyond responding. Tears of frustration mixed with those of pain as jenny realized she had been a 'limp dish-rag' fuck, not promising for an aspiring bride, not promising at all. Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 02 Charles staggered over to a chair and collapsed. Humiliation and disappointment kept jenny in position until her sobbing ended. Hobbling over to kneel at Master's feet, she resolved to beg Him for strict 'cunt training' before the wedding. Unclamping her nipples, Master Charles began detailing just such a training program for her. Jenny smiled inwardly and out. This man was her perfect Master and husband. She was a very lucky slut indeed. Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 03 NOTE -- This is a work of fiction, intended only for the entertainment of adult readers. * Jenny woke sore and stiff from her 'engagement party' session with Master last night. Padding silently to the bathroom, she began her daily ritual: douche, shave, and shower. Admiring her new implants in the mirror, she was proud of her feminine curves, and the bruises and welts of Master's 'loving touch.' Signs of her absolute submission, they proclaimed she was a total pain-pig, and was loved for it. Not wanting to open the fresh implant incisions, Master had gone relatively easy on her last night Moving her arms recalled her first armpit whipping. "I'm not going to ask for that again," jenny told the mirror as she examined the results, but she was certain that Master Charles would add it to His expanding repertoire. . Ever eager to extend His dominance, and her pain-journey of submission, He sought creative tortures to use on her. He had promised to introduce her to bastinado after researching it thoroughly, "There's small bones and serious nerves in the feet, so there's more to it than just simply beating the bottom of your feet." Over breakfast, she asked for, and received permission to join Barbara's health club so jenny could begin an aerobics class. Coupled with the portion-controlled diet recommended by Doctor Deb, the exercise would help the castrated 'woman' keep a trimmer figure to showcase her D-cup implants. Before leaving for the office, Master detailed specific instructions to begin her 'cunt' training. "Three quarts, hot and soapy, retained for ten minutes, then you are to wear the number one plug all day. We'll start you out slow and gradual." When He left, jenny put on her makeup, and completed her normal routine of dishes, make the bed, start a load of laundry, then she undressed and performed the enema ordered. Although she had taken larger punishment enemas, three quarts was still quite a load, and even the ten minute retention seemed a cramping eternity. The escaping torrent of hot water left her 'pussy' tender and sore. Showering off the spatters, and redressing, jenny went down to the dungeon for the ordered plug. Opening the drawer containing Master's extensive collection, jenny ran her fingers over the smooth contours. Holding the number one plug in one hand and the monster number eight in the other, she marveled at the difference, and wondered if Master really meant to train her to take the giant one on demand. "Oh well," she said aloud, "a woman takes whatever size cock, dildo, or plug her man wants to use in her pussy." Dropping to her knees, she lifted her skirt and sucked the plug wet before reaching between her legs to insert it. Its relative small size went in easily. Scoured by the hot water, sore tissue was what hurt rather than any muscle stretching. Walking back upstairs, jenny realized that wearing the plug all day rather than just a couple of hours for a session, was going to guarantee one sore cunt by bedtime. The large enema required several more followup trips to the bathroom. Each successive removal and insertion of the plug hurt worse. At last, with empty guts and a very sore hole, jenny was confident enough to make herself a fresh pot of coffee and phone her friend Barbara about beginning the exercise class. Eager to hear all the details of the Caribbean trip, and see jenny's boob-job, Barbara suggested lunch just down the street from the fitness center. An hour later, having hurried through her housework, jenny walked into the small eatery. With a grimace, she slid into the booth facing Barbara. "Wow! You look great, girl! Those are NICE boobs. Are you still hurting? I noticed you made a face when you sat down. Still getting used to those knockers bouncing around? What size are they anyway?" Barb rattled away. Drawing her head down to semi conceal her delight, jenny giggled, "Oh Babs, I just love my new boobies. That man is so wonderful to have gotten me the surgery. No pain after the first couple of days down there. Now it's mostly just from the muscles being stretched, not the incisions. No, I'm not used to having them hanging and bouncing out there. I still bang them into things." "I'll bet you 'bang' with them!" Barbara joked. After their laughter, Barb continued, "But I did notice you sit down like you were pretty sore." "Yeah, I'm sore alright, but it's not my boobs. You'll never guess, Babs, Master proposed last night. We're getting married!" jenny squealed under her breath. "Oh, oh, oh WOW!" Barb literally bounced up and down as she laughed excitedly, holding both jenny's hands. All too conscious of the irritating plug in her ass, jenny didn't bounce. Barb's excitement was contagious though, and jenny laughed and smiled along with her. Barb extracted approval to spread the news of jenny's engagement, her boob-job, and to throw a bridal shower. The lunch was light, but the dessert menu too tempting. Over gooey chocolate pudding cake covered with strawberries and lots of whipped cream, jenny asked detailed questions about Barb's exercise class. It sounded perfect. Jenny wouldn't even have to rearrange her household duties to fit it in three mornings a week. "We have to go shopping, though," Barb told her. "You definitely need a sports bra to corral those puppies. Do you have a sweat-suit or a leotard?" Confessing her wardrobe's deficiencies, jenny accompanied Barb to a running shop in the same block. Although Master gave her very little cash to carry around, jenny did have a credit card that He allowed her to use as needed, for groceries, clothing, and other household necessities. Although He hadn't imposed a limit on her spending, jenny knew better than to abuse His generosity. Besides, when the card's statement arrived each month, she had to account for the purchases. His cane extracted payment from her thighs for anything He considered unnecessary. While craving the cane, jenny still was prudent in her shopping. After following Barb in a whirlwind tour of the store, jenny found herself walking out the door clutching a bag with tight sports bras, in red, pink, and yellow, a pair of cross-trainers, six pair of white sport socks trimmed in pink, a pack of hair bands in assorted colors, a pink nylon sweat-suit, black, pink, and aqua leotards, and a receipt for over $250. Gosh, jenny thought, Barb sure can spend money. "It's a good thing we've got rich lawyer husbands," she laughed, realizing she'd referred to Master as her husband out loud for the first time. It sounded good. It sounded right. "Now that we've got you properly outfitted, let's go ahead and get you signed up for class so you can start tomorrow," Barb steered her into the fitness center. With more than a few crude jokes about 'getting in shape' for her wedding, and 'getting limber and stretched before the honeymoon,' Barb guided jenny through the paperwork, gave her a tour of the complex including the locker room, got her set up with her own locker and combination lock, and arranged to pick her up in the morning for jenny's first class. Jenny knew she'd be able to handle the classes physically, even during her period, but had misgivings about exercising with a plug in her bottom. Well, she told herself, between Master's cunt training program and almost daily use, her pussy would be sore tomorrow with or without the plug anyway. "Might as well get used to having a sore pussy You wanted to be a woman, remember," she said aloud as she settled behind the wheel of her little car, feeling the insistent prod of the plug as she buckled her seat belt. Glancing at the bag of expensive sportswear on the seat beside her, jenny secretly hoped Master would give her some fresh welts she could pretend to hide in the locker room tomorrow. For her first class the next morning, jenny's 'modesty' was accepted without comment by the others, but Barb stayed close by, and saw the tell-tale bruises and welts. Jenny's, "I'll tell you all about it later, Babs," and her quick kiss on the lips insured jenny's 'secret' would stay between just the two of them, at least for the present. The class was fun. Working out with friends added giggles and laughter to the strenuous routine. Jenny's new breasts bounced enough even with the sports bra that she felt a pleasing feminine ache. Toweling off rivulets of sweat in the locker room later, jenny again begged Barb's silence. "Master is preparing me for a major event before the wedding, Babs. Next week, He should be finished, and I'll tell you everything over lunch, promise." This time, it was Barb who looked around to make sure they weren't observed, before sharing a salty, deep kiss with jenny. "You'd better tell me everything, girl. I think I've got the general idea, but I want to hear all about it." Pulling sweat-suits over damp leotards, they hurried to catch up with the other women waiting at the street door for the after-class lunch ritual. Doctor Deb came over a few days later for jenny's second 'private' engagement party. Her aerobics class had been especially grueling and jenny was pleasantly tired when she got home. She was looking forward to the party, and had spent yesterday and this morning doing as much of the prep ahead as possible. Now she was glad she had. There was barely time for a quick shower before Doctor Deb and Master came through the front door. Deb was impressed with jenny's engagement ring, a diamond flanked by two equal sized pearls. After they devoured the mini pizzas jenny had made from scratch, Master surprised the blushing girl with a specially decorated cake. There was no mistaking the meaning of the dribbles of white icing atop the chocolate frosting. "I'll bet I'm the only woman in the city tonight getting a cake decorated with a 'pearl necklace,'" jenny quipped. As Doctor Deb smiled knowingly, Master Charles produced a slim flat jewelry case. When He opened it for her, jenny gasped at the stunning pearl necklace inside. The matching earrings featured pearl solitaires set in heavy dangles. The store's embossed logo inside the lid spoke top-of-the-line. Jenny's gratitude was immediate and heart-felt. Falling to her knees beside the man she loved, jenny wrapped her arms around His legs, buried her head in His lap and cried for joy, "Oh Master, they're beautiful, so beautiful! I don't even have a present for You, Master. How can I ever thank You enough" Patiently, He explained that whenever she felt the need of His cock, "Or My whip, for that matter," she should wear the pearls. It would be their private sign that she craved His 'pearls.' Charles told her the remaining item in the box wasn't a bracelet, but rather an anklet, "So when you bend over to put it on, you'll remember what it means." "Oh Master, I could stop breathing sooner than ever forget who my Master is, and what You mean to me," jenny cried. "Funny you should mention never forgetting," Charles said, gesturing her back to her chair. "That's part of why Doctor Deb is joining us tonight. We need to talk about another body modification I think is necessary for my bride-to-be." "Master, You know I'll willingly, happily accept anything You wish for me, piercings, brands, anything at all," jenny replied earnestly. "Actually, I am planning on branding you later on, and yes, there are a couple of tattoos I have in mind for my sweet slut," He paused for a sip of wine. "But this project is pretty extreme, even by my standards, but Deb assures me that with suitable prep, and after-care, it's quite safe." Now jenny was definitely curious -- "extreme" by Master's standards? She had already submitted to breast implants, castration, and surgical creation of labia partly shielding her shortened 'clit.' "Master, You know what's best for this blond bitch. Anything for You," jenny quietly answered. Yet her mind was racing -- what was it? How much would it hurt? The only real questions were, would it please Him, and when could they start the project? "I'm ready for it now, Master, You can begin any time You wish. Is this something Doctor Deb has to do, or can You do it yourself?" "Well, it's pretty complex, jenny. There's some prep on your part, then in a few days, Deb and I will do the work. Together," He told her. Jenny's jaw gradually dropped lower and lower in amazement as Master Charles and Doctor Deb outlined the details of her 'cunt rings.' "It will be dual purpose, you see, a chastity device to always remind who you belong to, and also allow me to tighten up your cunt when I want more friction down there," He explained. Doctor Deb filled in the details, "I'll write out a detailed prep schedule for you. It will take at least four days. Then you'll be completely empty and squeaky clean inside. We'll strap you down, then we'll pierce the muscle rim of your cunt with four stainless steel rings, small diameter circular barbells, but thick ones, O or maybe 2 gauge, we'll have to see how it goes when we start. Front, back, and on each side. Then you'll be on a totally liquid diet for at least a week, maybe two, so there's no solid waste to pass, only goop, until you're healed up. Charles plans to thread a fine chain through the rings, padlocked to the new clit and labia rings we've ordered for you. That way, He can lock your cunt up tight, or leave it open for service or the bathroom. It's completely Charles' idea. It's definitely unique, and never been done before, to my knowledge. When we're finished, He can close up your hole like a drawstring purse, 'a drawstring pussy' you could say, or adjust the tightness to suit His fancy." Swallowing in anticipation of the pain and sublime submission the piercings would involve, jenny found her voice, "Wow, that does sound pretty extreme, Master. But I'm ready for it whenever You say the word. Besides," she chuckled, " a week or two of a liquid diet will do wonders for my waist." Everyone laughed at her joke, and the tension around the table melted. Doctor Deb produced her engagement presents. First, an inflatable cock that was at least six inches in diameter and eighteen inches long when pumped up. The sheer magnitude caused jenny to moan and shiver in anticipation of the cunt-splitter. Next jenny unwrapped a punishment corset of black leather with a couple of pounds of steel boning and six garters per leg. The upper portion was a shelf-bra, "so that You can whip her tits if You wish," Deb told Charles. Finally, she presented Master Charles with a wicked limber cane, "guaranteed to welt any bitch You use it on." Jenny was secretly elated when Master said, "There's only one bitch I intend to whip with it, and I'll raise welts on you often, won't I jenny?" "As Your slut, whore, and wife, Master, I dream that You will mark Your bitch every day," jenny responded. She pulled her skirt up, baring her thighs as she sat there, and watched as Master slashed four new welts across the front of her thighs. Her sharp intake of breath and suppressed squeal told of the new cane's effectiveness. Later that evening, they began jenny's prep in the dungeon. Strapped to the whipping bench, she took two dozen welts of the cane on her ass, and another two dozen to her swaying breasts. The good Doctor mixed up a three quart enema solution, inserted a Bardex retention nozzle into jenny's puckered hole, and watched the restrained blonde squeal and squirm, anchored by the straps and Charles' cock down her throat. When jenny had taken the entire load, Deb disconnected the hose from the nozzle. The one-way valve guaranteed the solution was staying put until the nozzle was deflated. Master Charles hooked His fingers through jenny's thick hoop earrings to keep her tight against His groin as Deb unbuckled the restraints. With the cock in her mouth and a cane prodding her ass, jenny waddled over to the exam table. Charles pulled out so she could climb up on the table. Once on her back, He mounted her face again. Deb strapped jenny's high heels tightly into the stirrups, and adjusted the unforgiving metal spreader until jenny's toes were literally inches from Charles' chest as he fucked her mouth. Being twisted like a jelly roll was bad enough, but with the churning liquid sending waves of cramps rippling through her guts, jenny was hurting. Applying her oral tricks to bring Master off quickly didn't work. He knew her techniques, and would simply withdraw until He was in control again before resuming. He was deep in her throat when the cane first seared her slit. Her penis-gagged shriek was choked off as Charles thrust in even deeper. She endured a dozen of the searing strokes before Master's repeated spurts signaled a respite. During the sexual high, jenny had completely forgotten about the soapy quarts generating such awful cramps, but with Master's release, her twisted guts again held her attention. Deb and Charles swapped positions. As Deb lowered herself onto jenny's flushed face, she explained, "I'll be over every evening until we do the piercings, slut. We'll give you some serious enemas, and to give them time to work, you get the cane directly on your slit while you give us head. We want your cunt rim nice and swollen. Settling in, Deb ground her pussy against jenny's squealing mouth as Charles resumed the caning. After Deb's juice drenched jenny's face, they unstrapped the groaning girl and laughed as she clumsily got off the table and was allowed to crawl on hands and knees over to the toilet in a corner. Squashing her tits against the cool tile floor, jenny reached back and spread her welted cheeks for Deb to deflate and remove the nozzle. "Thank you, Doctor Deb," jenny softly said. Squeezing her beaten ass cheeks together, she quickly crawled up on the toilet. Spraying a thick cloud of room deodorizer, Deb walked over to the table, and began writing down jenny's prep schedule, explaining the details to Charles. Neither paid any attention to the sobbing girl or the noxious sounds. Once drained, she was given a wet wash cloth to finish her cleanup, then the ungreased dilating plug was reinserted. Kneeling at their feet, jenny listened to the ordeal she faced before being pierced. "One bottle of magnesium citrate daily for four days, then a bottle every other day for the next two weeks, so you'll need eleven bottles altogether, a package of Epson salts, three quarts of liquid soap, a gallon of vinegar, several packages of super tampons, and of course lots of pads," Doctor Deb said. "The daily douching schedule, and recipes are all written down for you to follow, jenny. It shouldn't be too difficult, even for a blonde cunt." Jenny could well imagine the combined effects of laxatives from both ends, and the additional chemical enemas on her rosebud, "May I use some lotion on my hole, Master?" she asked. "Yes, but only on the outside, not on the inner rim or inside," Master reminded her. "I want you sore and tender, my little whore. This is supposed to hurt." Bowing her head in obedience, jenny was certain it would. "Oh, there's one more thing, Charles, the crop," Deb reminded Him. "That's right. Stay on your knees, jenny, and spread your cheeks." Reaching back with both hands, jenny spread her welted cheeks as Master again yanked the plug out. "Hold that position, bitch." Pretty much exhausted by the evening's ordeal, two dozen strokes of the crop directly on her cunt elicited only groans and small cries from jenny's engorged lips. "She's to get two dozen with the crop in the morning, and again at bedtime until we do the piercings. That way, she'll be swollen which will make the piercings more effective and painful," Deb advised. As they said good night to Deb, jenny thanked her for the engagement gifts. "Don't worry, Doctor Deb, I'll be all cleaned out. I'll follow your instructions to the letter," jenny promised. Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 03 "This piercing is important to me, jenny. It's going to be one we'll both enjoy for years to come," Charles told her after closing the front door. "So far, Master, it seems that the enemas, douches, and the training plugs, along with whipping my pussy hurt worse that the actual piercings will," jenny said. "But I must admit, having the rings in me so You can pull my pussy tight around Your cock does sound very exciting, Master." "Bed-time, girl. You've got a busy day tomorrow," Charles told her, swatting her sore ass toward the bedroom. "Tonight you'll sleep in your new corset, hose and heels." It wasn't going to be a restful night for Master's bitch. After brushing her teeth and a quick shower, jenny presented herself on hands and knees for the required 'cunt-cropping.' The evening's previous activities had left jenny's poor hole sore and swollen. She gave a lip-biting yelp with each stroke, then thanked her Master. The stiff new punishment corset required some assistance just to get into, then Charles made her stand clutching the thick bedpost as He methodically tightened the lacing until jenny could scarcely breathe. Bending to put on nylons was an ordeal itself. To help her with the many garters, Master Charles would grab a nipple and pull to the side, 'assisting' jenny in turning sideways to reach them. "There, does that help?" He laughed, giving the nipple an extra twist as jenny struggled with the rearmost garter on one side. "O-o-ow, yes Master. Thank You," jenny squealed, grateful there weren't more than the six garters per leg. Slipping into her five inch white patent pumps, she stood motionless as the wide ankle straps were padlocked, then modeled the corset for Charles. The creak of the stiff leather, and smell were erotic to Master and slave alike as He bent her over the bed and removed the plug she wore. She was allowed to wet the next plug in the series with her mouth before it was forced into her quivering cunt. The severe corset choked her involuntary protest to a low moan. Rummaging in her panty drawer, Charles selected a pair He knew were uncomfortably tight and tossed them to jenny. "Here, now that you're getting serious enema and douche work, your cunt may leak during the night, so you'll wear tight panties and a pad until I order otherwise." She was tempted to protest not having been given the panties to put on before hooking all those garters, but bit her tongue. So she laboriously unfastened all twelve garters, and groaning, slid her spike heels carefully into the panties and pulled them up to her knees. Waddling like a drunken whore, she went into the bathroom for a pad. Centering the sticky side and carefully folding the wings under, she danced the restrictive panties up her legs, snugged them in her crotch, then rehooked the garters. The effort, exaggerated by the crushing corset had her panting when she returned to the bed. Jenny settled under the covers carefully so as not to poke Master with her stilettos. She didn't really mind sleeping in the corset and hose, but the high heels always punished her legs overnight. Charles gave her a tender good night kiss before gently but firmly pushing her head downward. She knew what He desired, and gave Him the slow blow-job He favored before drifting off to sleep. Jenny actually enjoyed giving Him a bed-time BJ. It was relaxed, loving, and for once she was able to savor His pleasure, and even give herself some gentle rubbing. Charles had barely finished cumming before He drifted into sleep. Jenny slowly licked Him clean, then crawled up beside Him in the bed, spike heels behind her. Tomorrow was another day of serious enema and douche work, and more of the crop on her swollen hole. But jenny was happy. This was what she'd dreamed of, to be desired by Master so much that He would marry her, completing her womanhood. With a sticky smile of satisfaction, she was soon asleep too.