Bahama's Smoothie

Submissive husband sucomes to his wife/mistress' and her lover's 
desire to have a man made made to service their needs.

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Bahama’s Smoothie

I’ve been a submissive all my life and a cross dresser to boot.  
During my coming out years around early adulthood I looked to find 
the controlling woman in my relationships.  Eventually, I met the 
woman of my dreams and we were married.  Ms. Karen was the dream of 
my life she eventually controlled everything, including my cock and 
when I would be allowed to cum.  As we matured in our relationship, 
Ms. Karen having the power, she felt it was wise to teach me cock 
and ball training and oral worship for her pleasure and to be 
assured that I would not play with myself.  At this same point in 
time, Ms. Karen also had the desire to take a lover or two to fill 
her other needs.  Not that I wasn’t adequate in size or ability, 
just that she wanted variety and that she could.  She had the 
power.  So she dated usually two or three times a week and quite 
regularly brought home a tasty snack for me to eat out of her 
pussy. 

Eventually, this arrangement led to more and more rigorous examples 
of my dedication to her, even to the point of total enslavement, 
and maid service feminization. I really liked the uniforms I was 
made to wear and the time I was dedicated to work around the 
house.  Being a freelance computer programmer allowed me to work 
from home and allowed Ms. Karen and I the pleasure of cross-
dressing.  But eventually she wanted more, actually her boyfriend 
and her wanted more.  They liked the way I played the part of a 
female maid/ woman in make up with them, but they always were 
disgusted with my bulging panties, so Ms. Karen found a way to take 
care of that.

I was directed to make contact with a special clinic in the Bahamas 
where some friends of ours had recently returned from after having 
undergone cosmetic surgery.  There procedures were flawless and we 
were told that this clinic could and would do anything for the 
right price.  Ms. Karen instructed me to make the proper 
arrangements to be castrated and have a total deep root penectomy 
scheduled or that she would leave me and take everything we owned.  
I hastily agreed fearing the worst and only requested that she have 
the doctor create for me a set of cunt lips instead of a smooth 
crotch. Ms. Karen said that this would be fine.  I was devastated 
and excited at the same time.  Ms. Karen wanted to neuter me and 
take off my cock!  I thought she liked controlling it the way she 
did.  Now she wanted it gone!  I was excited for since I was a 
little boy did I think about cutting my penis off.  I loved to hate 
it and that was a frequent wish that just might come true.  So I 
called the clinic with anxious embarrassment and giddy excitement
believing that I was just getting more fantasy information for Ms. 
Karen, however, when she sent a certified check for the reservation 
and down payment I became more excited rather than concerned.  

After having made such arrangements with the special clinic in the 
Bahamas and other travel arrangements Ms. Karen and I flew to the 
island a couple of days in advance for the procedure.  The day 
before I was to check in to the Clinic, Ms. Karen had assured me 
that we would spend it together using and playing with my cock and 
balls for the very last time...  Her goal was to give me enough or 
as many orgasms for me to remember or suffice me for the rest of my 
life. Ms. Karen did an exceptional job of making sure I would 
remember the last use of my cock and balls and that I swallowed all 
the cum that I produced.

 Upon checking in to the Clinic, I was required to sign all sorts 
of necessary papers to give the Dr. permission for the surgery 
including the last one slipped into the pile by Ms. Karen  Some 
little last minute detail she explained.  The doctor then completed 
a thorough examination and she played very rough with my cock and 
balls and spoke about them as if they were already gone.  Next a 
nurse came in and spread my legs very wide and shaved me 
completely, mostly stubble for I always keep my cock and balls 
clean shaven.  Next she came in and administered an enema to clean 
and flush me out.  And finally she administered an IV with fluids 
and antibiotics.  

Shortly before noon, I was given a shot of sedative to calm my 
fears and I was rolled to the operating room where the Nurses and 
Doctors welcomed me with a warm smile.  They really enjoy cutting 
off white guys cocks I am told by Ms. Karen.  I have asked that 
although sedated and numb that I not be put out completely, until 
after I have watched my cock and balls actually being removed.  
Just before the doctor made her first incision she asks that my 
legs be splayed really wide, and that I’m set up on the table so 
that I can clearly see my limp male appendage hanging there and so 
that I was able to say good bye to it.  A nurse grabbed hold of my 
cock and pulled it up, out of the way so that I could see 
everything.  I watched as the surgeon asks for and is handed a 
scalpel and she placed it at the top of my scrotum, on the right 
side.  She asked one last time if I am sure that I want to go 
through with the surgery and I say YES!  Then I watched as she cuts 
with the razor sharp knife straight down and into the side of my 
scrotum then towards my anus and back up the left side in a “u” 
shaped incision. At the very bottom she made a second incision 
straight down the perineum until it is about  1.5 inches above my 
ass hole.

Then her gloved hand and fingers disappear into the open wound on 
the right side of my sack and she fishes out my right testicle and 
handed it to a nurse, to pull down on, stretching out the cords.  
She tied some sutures tightly around the cords and veins and even 
though drugged I could  still feel the pain in my gut although 
deadened, somewhat like when you are kicked in the balls, but I 
continue to watch in amazement.  My talented surgeon then stuck her 
hand into the wound on the left side and after fishing around 
emerges with my left testicle and repeats the process of handing it 
to a nurse, stretching it on its cords and sutures them to tie it 
off. Now both testicles are stretched out tight on their cords by a 
nurse standing on either side of my legs. She took what is now a 
flap of skin, formerly my scrotum, and flips it up out of the way.  
I can see my nuts being held out tight and the cords holding them 
stretched tight from my groin. The Doctor then asked for a pair of 
surgical scissors and looked over her shoulder to the back of the 
room and someone stepped forward out of the background.  It was Ms. 
Karen and the surgeon hands the scissors to her and showed her 
where to cut.  The doctor said to me, “boy, you are now going to be 
castrated my your wife”.  As she finished with the words, Ms. Karen 
snips first my right testicle free and the without a pause she 
snips my left testicle free.  Upon completing this task, she gave a 
little shriek or yelp of OH Yeah! and we watch as the nurses put my 
severed testicles in a basin.

Ms. Karen came up and said that she was so proud of the sacrifice I 
had just given her, her first honor.  Now the surgeon was ready for 
step II.

 Although foggy, I’m still conscious and I watch as she inserts a 
catheter down my piss hole and instructs that it be connected to a 
bag.  She then  made an incision at the base of my cock, on the top 
where it met my belly, then she dissected it down between the cock 
and my groin until she reaches the connecting, deep roots and 
muscle.  Taking my cock in her hand as if to jack me off, she 
pulled it tight, out away from my crotch and she placed an 
inflatable band tube around the very base of my nearly severed cock 
and had a nurse pump it up tight.  My soon to be severed cock 
swelled under the immediate pressure.  The doctor was impressed 
with my last hard on she said, and then immediately asked for a 
large knife.  She held the knife at the very base of my cock and 
with a very heavy accent said, “you are now an “it” a nullified 
thing.  I watched as the blade sliced through the remaining tubes 
of flesh, veins and muscles that represented the center of the male 
ego and she placed the severed flesh in the basin along with my 
testicles.  I’ve now seen what I need to and wanted to see, and now 
the surgeon told them to put me out so that she could finish her 
job.  As I drift off,  I hear them laugh about how another white 
wimp’s cock and balls bite the dust.  So far only 45 minutes and 
I’m finally free of the things I’ve loved to hate for all my life.  

Several hours later I awoke in a drug induced fog and I realize I’m 
in a hospital bed.  I hurt all over, but that is to be expected I 
believe.  After all I just had some major surgery.  Ms. Karen was 
sitting in my room and sensed my consciousness and comes to the bed 
to see if I was all right.  She is beaming with joy at my 
sacrifice, or her domination over me.  She asked how I feel and I 
told her that I am numb all over.  Ms. Karen said that the surgery 
was successful and that I will really like my new look.  Ms. Karen 
said the Doctor did a fantastic job in creating a perfect set of 
“cunt” lips, but of course there was no cunt to surround however, 
that is where my new pee hole was.

Ms. Karen told me she was going out to party with the Doctor and 
her staff, an Island Ritual thing after having your husbands cock 
and balls removed and asked if I needed anything before she left.  
I asked her to show me my cock and balls and she proudly displayed 
a jar with two, large sized prune shaped, pink orbs with tubes 
attached floating in a liquid and my cock with the scrotum sewed 
shut, resembling a dildo with the nuts attached.  Ms. Karen 
explained that the doctor put two little rubber balls in the empty 
sack to maintain its shape and sewed it up.  It will now be useful 
back home when it is preserved.  Ms. Karen explained that the 
Doctor gave her ideas on how these could be used when they were 
dried and preserved.  She hinted that it would make a nice 
necklace, and some earrings or some other prize for being in the 
Bahamas.    

As she turned to leave, I asked her if she could lift up my gown so 
that I could see what I now looked like.  Ms. Karen said she would 
be glad to and lifted my gown and positioned a mirror so that I 
could see my crotch.  It was swollen and sore, but smooth except 
for a fine line of stitches and a dressing at the very bottom, to 
catch any drainage.  I was overcome with tears at the sight of the 
dream I had wished for so very long.  

Then Ms. Karen said “to dry my tears for there was more to show 
this little lady and then she tilted the mirror up so that I could 
look further up my body towards my chest and when I did my jaw fell 
in shock.  Ms. Karen only laughed when she saw my expression and 
said that this is why you should always read everything before you 
sign papers.  I was staring at a set of boobs that she had the 
surgeon install after I was nullified.  About 36C.  Not that I was 
upset, but shocked because I had not expected them to be there. I 
started crying tears of joy for not only had I fulfilled my dreams, 
but hers as well.  MS. Karen explained that since I was to look 
like a girl on the bottom half I should look like a girl on the top 
half too.  At that she turned on her heels and went out to party.
 What had I done?  Not that I objected, I had always wanted to be 
nullified, castrated and feminized and now I was.  I just couldn’t 
believe Ms Karen knew of all my desires to do the whole thing.  
Over the next several days the Dr.’s and Nurses and Ms. Karen 
helped me to realize my new role in life and taught me how to dress 
and display my new-formed breasts and crotch.  They taught me about 
dressing and hygiene and all.  Ms. Karen gave me some presents of 
new bras and matching panties to adorn my new self and to the 
compliments of the nurses and staff.  Although the Dr., staff and 
hospital had been financially compensated for their time and 
services, I now understood what the Dr. meant when she said I would 
be paying her more dearly than money.  As part of my debt to her, 
as soon as I was able to move about freely, I was required to 
orally service her and the nursing staff for any of their needs.  
Many times a day I had my face, tongue and fingers buried in some 
Bahamian, juice soaked cunt.  These were “lessons” in how I was now 
to be, how to use my only remaining sex organ, my mouth.  I not 
only was required to settle a unique debt with the Dr. for her 
skill as a surgeon, but the nurses, and orderly staff, whether they 
were male or female, as well.  I didn’t complain.  During one of 
these sessions, at the end of the week when I had my stitches and 
dressings finally removed, as I was eating my Dr.’s cunt,(she had 
the juiciest and tastiest pussy ever) I noticed a clear liquid 
dripping out of my new pee hole and was worried about an 
infection.  My Dr. explained that the fluid was just stale cum and 
said it would drip out as I got excited over what I was doing just 
like a real girl’s pussy gets wet when she is excited.  She went on 
to explain I would get wet panties like all girls, that my 
prostrate still produced fluids and that because I was castrated 
there obviously would be no sperm, but that from now on this would 
be my orgasm.  I might even be able to be stimulated at the pee 
hole or by butt fucking to actually ejaculate a puddle of “pussy 
juice”. 

After that I finally got to see and feel my new crotch all smooth 
and sexy.  It was still a little swollen, but as pretty as I ever 
dreamed of.  Getting use to the lingerie was no big deal, I had 
been wearing bras and panties for years, but the getting use to the 
new fit was more difficult and I was self-conscious.  I no longer 
had to tuck my balls or cock up between my legs and obviously no 
longer had any bulge to try to mask.  Powdering myself was simple 
now for I didn’t have to powder my cock and balls, but only a 
smooth sexy looking crotch /cunt. I no longer had use for the 
breast forms, but it was strange to have real tits to fill the cups 
of a bra with, and were they sensitive at first.  As I was 
discharged the Dr. said she would see me in one year for a check up 
and maybe sooner, for I had not the pleasure of meeting her husband 
and servicing him. Ms. Karen had invited them up for the Holidays.  
I guess I would have to wait.  I really enjoyed her company and her 
juicy cunt and now wondered what it would taste like filled with 
her husbands fresh sticky load?

 On the way home, Ms Karen said that she had some additional 
surprises for me when we got home.  They started at the Airport 
where we were met by her boyfriend who welcomed us home and took 
our bags to the car.  My wife carried the special bag that carried 
my cock and balls now owned by her.  Then at home, her boyfriend 
carried the bags inside and took mine to a new room.  He explained 
that he would now be sleeping in the room with my wife and that he 
would be taking care of her needs and mine as well.   I would be 
called upon to perform specific acts for both of them and I best do 
a good job. I was told that the newly painted pink room is mine and 
that I should go in and see what it is like.  It was all re-done 
and very feminine and it had a full wardrobe of new dresses, 
skirts, maid outfits, heels and everything else sexy.  He then 
explained that I am to serve his and Ms. Karen’s every need.  I am 
to continue my job as a programmer and do as I am told.  Any 
problems and they will personally let everyone know on my unique 
condition, that I willingly had my cock and balls cut off so that I 
could be more lady like. The humiliation and embarrassment would 
kill me alone he assumed.  Little did he know that this is a wish 
I’d had for many of years.

Home at last.
 
As I came to be comfortable with my new self over the next several 
days I prepare to go back to work.  I have a very strange feeling 
about myself and was not sure what it was about the life change or 
something else.  Of course I was self-conscious about my body 
modifications, but it lies deeper and I couldn’t explain it.  

The work is still the same and everyone seems to just not notice or 
say anything most never new me as either male or female for we only 
talked via phone and correspondence.  I am sure my new tits show 
some, but under all the wrapping they can’t be more than a bulge 
and the and mostly I’m only seen in public at the mall or other 
shopping.  Yet, I still have this feeling that things are 
physically changing.  I tended to become more emotional and I 
thought about the vast ordeal I’ve under gone and wrote it off to 
that.

At home, my duties as a maid are fairly routine, cook, clean, 
laundry and such.  Special handling of the Ms. Karen’s under things 
having to be washed by hand.  Occasionally, I have to serve as a 
bath maid and I get to wash her heavenly body and all.  I long to 
have her body curves and envy the times of past when I could as a 
man have made her feel good, but those days are no longer and she 
literally has my balls in her control.  But even those moments of 
envy are fleeting and I aspire more to be like her, all soft, sexy 
and sweet. I service both my Ms. Karen and her boyfriend with my 
mouth and am actually getting very good at pleasuring them.  Ms. 
Karen says that my devotion to her sexual needs and desires has 
gotten even more impressive that what it use to be and that I 
really am truly suited to be her sexual sissy maid. 

Over the last 6 months I have thought that my body had really been 
changing.  I expected that since my testicles had been removed and 
I no longer had any testosterone coursing through my veins that my 
body would change, but I thought I might be changing too much, too 
fast.  One evening, I finally got up the courage to ask my Mistress 
what she thought of my body since the modifications were performed 
and worried openly about my feminine changes.  She laughed at my 
concern and reassured me that the changes were rather normal for a 
“girl” like me on female hormones.  Ms Karen explained  very calmly 
that I had been on hormones for the last 10 months, 4 months before 
the surgery and the 6 months since. And that I should continue to 
experience changes, bigger fuller lips, finer and softer body hair, 
fuller and more rounded hips and butt, and yes even my tits would 
grow some more.   I had thought my tits were bigger already.  Ms 
Karen was so happy with herself and reminded me that this is what I 
had always wanted and one had to be careful what they wished 
for.    I also find I go through several pairs of panties a day 
from all the sexy thoughts and the dripping pussy juice 
production.  Now I use a panty liner.  Silly me, I should have 
thought of that earlier...

 That same night when her boyfriend came home, he came into my room 
and told me to get dressed in a corset, stockings, g-string and 
heels and get my prissy ass in to their room pronto.  I did as I 
was told and was trembling when I arrived.  Once there I saw ms. 
Karen adorned on the bed as if a she were the queen, that she is,  
and her boyfriend standing at her side gently fondling her 
breasts.  Upon entering I was told to approach and get on my knees 
in front of him and prepare to suck his cock.  Suddenly I craved to 
suck his cock. I needed to have it, so I jumped at the chance to 
suck him down my throat.  Gosh, did he taste and feel good.  I 
cherished the sense of it as if it were vintage wine.  He grabbed 
the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat and fucked 
my face as I had long dreamed of.  Just before he was about to come 
he pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered me to feast on Ms. 
Karen’s cunt.  Her cunt was all wet and sticky and I’m sure it was 
full of his hot, fresh semen.  I dove in to devour her cunt and 
lick her clean of all his and her sexual juices.

As I was applying my only remaining sex organ to her delicate 
petals of her cunt, her boyfriend got behind me and lubricated his 
shaft with jelly, then took aim at my upturned asshole.  He applied 
a steady firm pressure and the head of his cock popped in.  
Grabbing my hips like handles he then slid his tool deep up my ass/ 
pussy and continued to fuck me silly.  I tried as best I could to 
keep my tongue going at ms. Karen’s her sex and please her, but she 
knew that to be impossible by the way I was being fucked.  She said 
that I could start again after he was finished in my ass/ pussy.  I 
had been his cum receptacle before my surgery, it is just that he 
had never and I had never had this passion.  In only a few short 
strokes he was blasting a hearty load of cum up my hole.  Then as 
he softened he told me to resume eating Ms. Karen.  I could only 
follow my commands.  He then saw that I was all wet and sticky 
between my legs and wondered what I had done.  Had I wet myself or 
what? Ms. Karen explained that even though castrated and not able 
to produce sperm, girls like me still produce a cum substance and 
that it is harmless and just a lubricant or such.  Girls like me 
still like to be eaten and this gives them some orgasm like 
responses too.  Over time, he to would learn what to expect from 
this new girl,  but that this was a natural thing to have happen.  
He might even like to try to eat his slave out some time, after all 
we both were her slaves and she would control our lives.  If he 
wasn’t careful he could end up just like me.... 

As I completed my tasks in the Master bedroom, Ms. Karen said that 
I was finally ready for more of my life’s changes to start taking 
place and that I would be instructed in the finer arts of 
femininity and charm..  I would serve both of them and their 
friends as ordered.  I would dress the part of a slut, play the 
part of a slut and be the slut of her’s and my dreams.  Be careful 
what you wish for she said.  It only is too bad we didn’t have the 
Drs. carve a cunt in that crotch she said.  Yes, it was too bad, 
for now it seems like I was craving one.   I love this new life...  
Yes, I do.