House Girl
The door creaked open in the middle of the night, 2AM he’s horny and ready to go again.  I don’t say a word I just roll over and present my already gaping hole to him.  It pretty much stays that way now seeing as how I rarely get a break from his massive cock or from any massive cock in his inner circle.  He mounts me  slowly so I can feel every inch sliding in, he knows I like that.  “How’s my girl tonight?” He softly whispers in my ear as he leans down to bite my neck.  “Good sir, ready to serve,” I reply back submissively.  He begins thrusting slowly at first but soon picks up momentum and intensity, he’s pounding me hard now.  He’s pounding me so hard that I can feel his huge black balls slapping against the empty space where mine used to be and against my tiny limp clit.  I haven’t called it a cock in years, not since getting owned and now it resembles little more than an enlarged clit.  It’s not long before he’s cumming deep inside me.  I feel his hot load splashing against my prostate as he cums again and again, he’s finished now.  “See you in the morning girl, sleep tight.” He says as he smacks my ass and gets up to leave my room.  I lay back down on my side in the fetal position, lost in thought.  How did I end up here? I could’ve turned away a long time ago and lead a normal life like I was supposed to but I didn’t, why? My family had disowned me when they found out I was bisexual, my wife left me and took the kids and didn’t even want child support.  “Get out of our lives and leave us alone!” I remember hearing her scream as she hurled my things at me.  I tried to save what I could but she was quick. Funny, now all I own is what I’m allowed which is lingerie, women’s clothing that is picked out for me, makeup, and a drawer full of butt plugs and dildos.  I was a man once, strong and proud but now I am something different but In a good way, at least that’s what I tell myself.  I roll over on my back and run my hands down my body and feel my nice firm breasts and erect nipples.  As far caress my soft hairless skin I make my way to my crotch to my soft little clit.  I run my fingers around it and stretch it out, barely an inch now and about as thick as a sharpee if that.  I let it fall and run my hands down to where my balls used to be and feel the smoothness that’s there now, completely corrected or so they say. I roll back over and find my way to my ass, or my pussy as he likes to call it.  I use my hand to spread my cheeks to feel my hole, it’s so wide now and tonight definitely kept that going for me.  I’ve been his house girl for three years now.  I’ve been on high doses of female hormones, had laser hair removal, countless feminizing surgeries, and castrated of course.  Oddly enough the castration was the first thing to happen, I had no idea that was his intent in the beginning but her I am now living life as his house girl and fuck toy.  Oddly enough I was castrated I. This very room that I now call home the first night o stayed here.  I remember coming to him because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.  His wife was gracious enough to allow it but little did I know how involved she wanted to be.  We all sat down and talked things over and she produced a contract for me to look at and sign.  It basically said that I would live in their home for a undesignated amount of time in exchange I would do work around the house and provide physical services as needed to them both as well as submitting to them as their white slave.  I had no options and didn’t want to be homeless so I signed it, little did I know there was fine print in all of it that I barely glanced over.  That night I was fed and given a hot bath.  It was nice to feel calm for a change.  I sipped my drink she had given me slowly, I get more relaxed.  “This is some drink,” I remember thinking.  Suddenly I started feeling woozy.  I got out of the tub and found a robe and tried to find help.  I was met by the two of them in the hall, they were smiling at me as things went dark. I woke up tied down to a gynecologist chair naked.  My balls were dangling in a bowl of hot water, my head was still spinning.  I remember asking what was going on and got no response.  Another large black man I had never met removed my balls from the bowl and turned to pick up something and said I’d feel a little pinch as he swabbed my left testicle And squeezed it to the end of my scrotum.  I tried to say something but was gaged as well, he stuck the syringe in as the needle tore through my scrotum and into my ball which oddly enough didn’t hurt. He pushed the plunger down and the contents left the syringe and filled my testicle! I remember feeling a dull ache and pressure and then nothing.  He proceeded to the right and did the same.  Then he injected my scrotum and around it.  “You’re numbed up completely now, you won’t feel a thing other than some tugging occasionally,” he said.  I was confused, what was happening to me?  Then I looked at the surgical cart and saw the scalpels and suturing equipment and vials of what looked like estrogen and female growth hormones for horses!  I realized what was happening now! I was being castrated and sissified for them! I tried to struggle but couldn’t move!  “Now do try to be still, I don’t want to nick anything we don’t intend to,” he said as he said down on the stool between my legs.  I could see it all happening and could do nothing to stop it! I saw him slice into my scrotum about an inch down and all the way around.  He slid it off my testicles like a glove and proceeded to slice off the membrane holding my left testicle.  It was exposed now.  He clamped down two pair of forsepts and began stitching my chords.  After he was satisfied with his work he grabbed a pair of medical scissors and snipped a chord.  Then my master came in, I might as well refer to him as that from here on out.  He handed him the scissors and he made the final cut on my left testicle severing it.  The other man proceeded to do the same to my right testicle only this time the masters wife, or mistress if you will, came in and snipped it off.  He put my balls in a jar of liquid and handed them to my master.  I remember him saying that I had just made the first step to becoming truly theirs.  The mistress took my scrotum and they left the room.  The other man stitched my remaining scrotum tissue together and gave me a shot of pain medication.  Then he injected me with the hormones he had.  “This stuff will accelerate your feminization in no time.  I’ll come by and administer the big dose weekly until you can do it on your own,” he said. I laid my head back and tried to wake up but couldn’t, this nightmare was real.  I began to sob uncontrollably.  The man said nothing, he left the room and spoke the them in the hall.  Soon they came in and untied me and took me out of the room.  I was placed in a big bed, their bed and soon passed out.  Next thing I knew I was being woke up and made to walk around the house with the mistress.  Eventually we made our way to the room Im in now which was where I was castrated, ironic I know.  I slept like a baby and dreamed of my old life. It wasn’t but a few days after surgery that I had to start performing menial tasks for them, clean this clean that.  Within another week I was made to give blowjobs on command and spent the day wearing a butt plug.  Every day the size got bigger and bigger.  Before I knew It I had one in me the size of a baseball! I was made to wear women’s underwear around the house all day and lingerie at night.  My hair grew longer and longer and my breasts became tender and swollen as they grew firmer.  I was made to wax at first but soon was escorted in for laser hair removal where as I was intended to be smooth all over.  My cock shrank more with each passing day.  I went from being a good 8 1/2” to 3” in no time.  The girth was gone as well, I stayed limp no matter what now.  After a month of being there and being trained by the mistress to behave more feminine and look the part as well I was taken in to have my Adam’s apple shaved down and my vocal chords adjusted.  Shortly after that I had my face restructured in areas to make me appear more feminine as well.  After all that And the hormones doses I passed 100% for a woman!  Guys hit on me when the Mistress would take me out, on occasion she would make me service male friends of hers orally who knew about me.  I was forbidden to have sex otherwise because my pussy, as she called my ass, was for the master only.  It had been six months and all surgeries were complete and healed.  The transitioning was setting in nicely, or so I was told, and any ties to my old life were gone.  Then one night I was led to their basement where I was ordered to strip and get on my knees with my hands behind my back.  I was told to look down until he was ready for me. He came in and stood before me.  I remember him ordering me to remove his boxers and fold them up on the floor.  Then he told me to look at his cock.  It hung there inches from my face proudly.  I could see the outlines of thick throbbing veins bulging just under his dark brown chocolate like skin, it was beginning to swell with anticipation and the foreskin was rolling back slowly.  His hinge testicles hung low and heavy underneath as if they were ready to empty in me soon.  He ordered me to start sucking his balls first which I gladly did.  I remembered what I enjoyed having done to mine when I had them and went with that.  He seemed to be pleased and soon ordered me to suck his cock.  It’s massive girth stretched my mouth open wide as I slid forward on it.  I could feel it in the back of my throat and tried to go further, it took a few tries but soon I was deep throating his huge member.  I sucked like my life depended on it, he moaned in pleasure.  After a while I was ordered to the middle of the room where my hands were chained and pulled over my head.  My legs were spread wide and shackled to the floor.  I felt his big hands running up my legs as they caressed my clit and the nub of flesh where my balls used to be.  He grabbed my ass firmly, “we got you fixed up real good didn’t we girl?” He said as he squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart.  “Yes sir, thank you sir,”I said eagerly in a voice that I didn’t recognize anymore.  I sounded like a real girl now and In a lot of ways I was.  I was hairless accept for my head and eyebrows, my as was round and firm, my hips were wider, my clit was now barely and inch and a half of I got hard at all, and my breasts were firm and perky at a 34D naturally.  My facial features had changed to take on more feminine features along with my surgeries and my hair was long, died dark red and very soft. I was gorgeous to look at on the outside!  He opened s small closet and took out a folding table and placed it front of me, then he produced  a glass of some kind and sat it down.  I couldn’t tell what it was until he stepped out of the way, it was my testicles! Floating there in their new home for me to see!  But they weren’t mine anymore, they belonged to him now.  “When we have our sessions down here I will bring these little guys out for you to see, to remind you that I own you and made you what you are… my girl, my fuck toy,” he said firmly.  “Yes sir, thank you sir,” I said half in a daze as I starred at my dead testicles.  Up until that moment I had been only servicing him orally or fluffing him for the mistress but that night was different, I knew it now.  He was cementing his ownership of me.  “Time for me to claim that pussy,” he whispered in my ear.  “Yes please sir,” I said in anticipation.  I felt the cold lube on the outside of my waiting hole first then inside as his huge fingers entered my tightness.  “Still nice and tight even after all that training, can’t wait to get in there,” he said as he continued to lube me up.  I felt my hole relaxing as it seemed to beg for him to do more.  He stood and walked in front of me for a moment to show me how erect he was, he was rock hard  and throbbing with his full sixteen inches!   Without a word he went behind me and moved in close.  I felt him press against me as he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass to him.  I felt the head push in first, that alone was as big as any plug I had used up until then.  Then I felt my hole stretching to make way for the full girth of hos shaft!  Slowly I felt every inch going deeper inside me! Then finally he was in all the way!  I felt myself almost cum instantly! His huge mushroom head pressed against my insides as he let the full length and girth of his member fill my void, I was forever to be his Fuck toy and I knew that would only be the first night of many to come.  He pulled back after a while and started to thrust into me, slowly at first then harder and faster! Each inward thrust rubbed against my prostate more and more! He was fucking me really hard and fast now!  I felt myself begin to enter the throws of the most intense orgasm I had ever had as he kept fucking me! Spurts of clear liquid shot out of my clit, my cum was clear now.  Soon he was cumming deep inside me! He filled me full and soon came again! I was still having a total body orgasm and felt my legs going numb.  My knees buckled under my own exhaustion from such an eventful thing.  He gave me a drink of water and started again.  He must’ve came six times at least that night.  I lost count of my own sissy orgasms that had been dry for the remainder of the evening.  When we were finished he unchained me and the mistress came in and led me to upstairs to the bathroom to soak in the tub, she said it would help me recover.  Afterwards I was allowed to sit at the table to eat instead of the chair in the corner like I usually had.  The mistress cooled that night and treated me kindly.  She gave me a present too that night! I thanked her as I opened it.  Inside was a medium size blue leather purse! It was soft a silk and beautiful! I loved it so much and thanks to the hormones I cried. I remember asking her what kind of leather it was, they were both silent for a moment as if they were exchanging a personal joke.  “Well girl, that fine leather was made from your old scrotum we had removed.  Now you can carry your personal things in it and have it as reminder of how far you’ve come.” She said with a grin.  I was speechless, it really made a nice purse! Now here I am waiting for round two, which I’m sure won’t be long before that happens. I will do my duty and please him because after all I am his house girl.